just simply a teenager awakening from my childhood and trying to adept to the hasty pace that the real world moves by. I write to express my thoughts and emotions that verbal communication simply cant more »
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Ray Souza Poems
I Will Walk To Find
I will walk to the edge of the earth to find, a place were there is no criticism and race where we all speak the language of love
For Whats To Come?
I gaze into the mere dimly lit future equipped with hardly anything, just a personality. My eyes full of hope and a face draped with fear.
Restricted By Nothing
stars are eaten by the morning sun, we breeze through this life then look back and regret what weve not done slaves to the clock
The Deadliest Weapon
The mind; like a double edged sword. A safe haven to one, a dark abyss to another. A cure for some, and a poison to the rest
When the beggar seems demanding He simply begs understanding When choirs sing for all to hear They prey freedom strike the corrupt Americans ear
David is it beautiful?
David Is it beautiful? The alternative world in which you sleep? the everlasting nirvana,
I wont leave until you tell me to
Love Love Untamed, sporadic Leaving victims of its bite asthmatic when it crumbles; tragic
Comments about Ray Souza
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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I Will Walk To Find
I will walk to the edge of the earth to find,
were there is no criticism and race
where we all speak the language of love
that like the religious call above
a place where beauty is defined by heart
where feelings grow with no sense of part
a place where man, woman, and child are truly created equal
where our stories never end; there's always a sequel.
A place where no individual fears not reaching success
where its people do not strike, rather caress.
A place where neighbours, friends, and others
are truly loved like their sisters and ...