Vulnerable
In the doorway, he sits,
with his dark eyes and innocent face,
looking outside into the world he knows,
and in the distance,
he sees there is more to this,
more than what is here,
he dreams of life and joy,
but then, he is saddened,
by what has become,
the glow in his eyes has now been faded,
and still, hope manages to survive in his heart,
but continuous hunger has weakened his heart at the very same time,
he still waits,
inside it aches, even after all this time,
he remembers into the past,
how he’d pray for the pain to let him be,
and when night fell, in the lonely hours,
sometimes the tears he cried would show fear,
a fear at the thought of saying good-bye to his mother,
believing seven years couldn’t be enough.
He sits in the doorway, now with a blank stare,
because he doesn’t feel any better,
he has been dehydrated for some time,
and his bony hands covered in mud remind him of it.
There is a reason why he waits,
it’s kept in his words and in his soul,
and yet, the child is dying from a reason I can’t understand,
and along with it will go love,
replacing that, there will be a pain in my heart,
I love him.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Part of this Love
When we are living in our most precious hours,
those that we want to remember,
love is part of the essence of that,
it is found in the middle of it,
and it is in those qualities that they continue to stay there,
it exists in the creative,
in children,
in animals,
and in the qualities of people,
it can be present, even when there is nothing said,
even when I can't explain,
I believe,
at some moments we could understand,
when empathy reflects off each other,
it is when the world starts to heal again,
and it is the first step towards it.
©2003 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************
Silent Song
There is a silent song in my head,
Its creation made of love,
It is the peace inside the storm of the world,
When you are near,
Held in each others arms,
We will not walk away,
Our hearts silently speaking to each other,
And to no other,
And there is a silent song playing beautifully in my
mind.
On one fateful day,
Your grip slipped away from me,
For the last time,
I had to accept its truth,
Your skin, it is only flesh,
Only a temporary home for the soul,
And back to heaven a precious angel was sent,
Back to where you came from,
For your love was different from anyone else.
Now I sit alone on the bed,
Where we used to sleep,
Through the window the light shifts and shines onto
the covers,
The silent song continuously playing,
I will remember,
Like the sun, your ray of light will eternally shine
onto my soul.
When I look in the mirror,
I see my own reflection,
but I see the person you inspired me to be,
and you are always a part of me.
Silent song, you call to me,
like a prayer I pray to God,
our love is never going to end,
this silent song will continue to play to me,
for it will always be,
everlasting.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Lonely Spirit
You seem to walk alone,
In city streets of your life,
A stranger to the world,
But no stranger to strife.
Walking through the shadows of endless thoughts,
The views of the world,
You reflect what they taught.
In a pattern you have seen,
The many tragic stories,
Purposely they made mistakes,
That have added to your worries.
Amazed by all that has been,
You stand below the starry night,
With ideas and with hopes,
To think of words that would be right.
Feeling so alone,
This spirit,
Has anyone known?
Who would pray for this lonely stranger?
Singled out with compassion,
Is their life what is in danger?
Lonely Spirit,
Every night you pray for peace,
I hear its constant echo,
It never sleeps.
With that, the world's prayers made a circle,
Of a thousand thoughts,
With your hope,
You tied the knots.
When that was all you knew,
It might have reached a spirit,
A lonely stranger like you.
©2003 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************
Once More
Once I knew what love was
I felt like I was sure
But then I saw the world's reaction
With disregard, it showed no cure
Bickering and fighting and shedding a tear
Overwhelmed,
Was it just fear?
Fear by its totality
Or was love not reality?
I eventually closed my thoughts
And drifted away
To a place I had fallen
Feeling fear and dismay
I stood on emptiness' edge
I was alone
Yet with the rest of the world
Unstabley cold as stone
With emptiness I continued
Seeing signs of hope along the way
From heaven I saw it in the face of children
And the truth in what they say
I saw the simple silence of innocence
And that spark that I believed in
I told my self the words
Again and Again
Once more love's truth came to me
As I remembered was so clear
Something that I couldn't explain
I'd realized was so dear
©2003 Molly Nicole
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A Single Rose
He walks into the room and says, "I brought something for you",
He hands her rose,
To him, the rose means that his love is true,
It means that his feeling of love is unconditional,
He looks into her eyes quietly,
To try to see something,
And then sincerely says, "I love you",
He doesn't know how to explain how deeply he loves her,
And he wonders if she possibly could feel the same way,
He wraps her in his arms tenderly,
Wishing he could read her soul,
And understand,
She says, "I love you",
And nothing more at all,
And he knows that so many people say that,
But is their love unconditional or true?
He knows that his is,
That is what keeps him searching for another that lives that way,
And he is looking for that soul connection,
He wants to know, honestly,
As he remembers how he had been hurt before,
He knows many people give roses,
But, as she holds that single rose in her hand,
It symbolizes so much more that he couldn't even explain.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Carelessly Spoken
Most of the time, ridicule is chosen over the logical,
When judgments are lies, and are said to everyone,
It just spills and widens into a big mess,
Bigger than anyone could know,
Because it is connecting from one person to the next,
Some people don't notice what they're doing,
Rumors are almost like an obsession,
And it corrodes at the truth.
Then, this mess spills over to that one precious person,
And now they know what was said,
And it swells up inside of them,
It tests their strength in their soul,
Because it hurts so much and so deep,
And now they know that everything that was said about them is not true,
And never was,
These lies try to fade out their integrity,
But now these rumors are continuous,
Because of careless talk,
Because people choose to hate others when they aren't even bad people,
Can't our love become more blind,
More blind than judgments?
Could there be respect knowing that anyone has a worth,
Even in their own way,
And worth in the love that others give them,
When someone works hard to be the person they are,
They are haunted by their difficulty because people
Will only see the opposite of who they actually are,
The ones that really do care, can't take words by secondhand,
Because they know they would be lying to themselves.
While careless talk is always visible,
And from this virus, it is continuously causing pain,
We can begin to make it invisible by the need to clear up issues,
And to see through this darkness,
By needing to stand up for others,
By listening closer to each other,
And listening to the precious victims at the very same time.
That will give us the chance to know more of our ideas.
©2003 Molly Nicole
*****************************************************************************************************************************
The world is corrupt,
But at the same time it is filled with so many beautiful things,
Things that aren't even noticed,
Because the surface is not opened and the inside is not seen,
The majority of the world does not see love when it is said,
They don't notice a tender heart when it is there,
The world doesn't understand the kind words of someone else,
It doesn't sink into their minds,
So then it is turned around into something negative,
They don't understand the weight of so many other's tears held in someone's own heart,
They don't see the many ways how the world needs to change,
Are they in fear of new ideas, when they are even said for the better,
Must we continue to live with broken families?
And hear each other cry,
Tell my why the suffering is left alone,
To the world, love is foreign,
It is often seen in a distorted image,
Why do people walk away from love,
Is it the fear of getting hurt that gets to them,
It pains in so many more ways when it is left behind,
There are so many thoughts and feelings that I cannot explain,
There are no words to describe, in part of all the issues we face,
But through all of this,
And in hope,
There are times, when I do meet those sincerely kind souls,
Ones that understand,
I appreciate who they are so much,
That I truly cannot explain,
Though I try often,
It is in their soul,
It is that connection in the middle of the understanding,
It comes from me,
And sometimes returns back,
There is this quality,
I see it in children,
And in animals,
And in a few adults I have known,
That is where I can find inspiration,
It is where they feel the same,
In a way,
But when all the other things come back to mind,
I wonder why so many people are unwilling,
Unwilling to see the truth,
Or the answers,
And then by them, it is forgotten.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Slaughter House
There is a building,
it stands on many country sides,
the many distorted colors, is what it is creating,
inside are stories that these walls hide,
a crowded place where they have to reside.
Now this building is the only nightmare they know,
but soon, they will have to face a hell of their own,
some stand in mud that comes up to their knees in the cold,
while to others, the loss of life is what the ropes hold,
a pain haunts each of them in the heart,
as they hear the cries of others when the weapons dart,
now look into their precious eyes,
please try to understand,
how much their soul is traumatized,
they are aware of every shatter,
every movement,
to each of them it is their life that matters,
during this time,
they are treated so horribly,
by reckless gestures,
and why, they don't understand,
but they know soon down the road, it will be their life that will be at hand.
It is not just the killings,
it is the suffering that drags this on,
and the ones that are willing,
to let that innocence be gone,
why is the outcome what people adore,
when it is like the holocaust, in its own form,
these people are not seeing worth in another's life,
something they hold onto, when they hold that knife.
Now their bodies are relentlessly cut and shipped to stores,
they are packed all nice to try to hide the gore,
but as the cashier stands scanning this in hand,
it's a continuous symbol of the hell were supporting,
and the horrible life they never deserved to have.
©2003 Molly Nicole
*******************************************************************************************
Come With Me
We can go to the place from which we came,
It is not far from here,
Its beauty, its creation,
A notion to keep near,
A dimming spark of hope, renewed into light,
Harmony and understanding,
Is a strength put into sight,
The truth in the world will be shown,
A vision, a love,
Reaching across the world it will be known,
Come with me,
Not into a dream,
But again into innocence we will see,
That our souls were once immersed in openheartedness,
A rope, a stronghold,
That which does not bound us,
We can speak our mind,
Of desperation, of joy, of pain,
And inspiration we will gain,
How simply it unfurls,
Like the song that is preciously sung,
The sound of the earth as a new day has begun,
It will echo inside us,
We can imagine our dreams,
And continue to see,
The light that once showed us them.
We can go to the flowering fields,
Radiant and soft,
The caressing wind can be part of us,
Time can be lost,
It is easy for us to be here,
Because love is not threatened,
By the ways of the world,
It cannot be deadened.
©2003 Molly Nicole
******************************************************************************************************************************
Amazing Spirit
In your ways,
You have left people speechless,
They have been reminded that the world is lacking something precious,
That you have shown,
The beauty in your eyes shines so deep into your soul,
That they must see the love and innocence that you bare.
Our love is a union,
Because that is what we have shared.
The place that you have gone to,
I know it isn't just a dream or story,
But heaven is real to the touch,
I just can't see it now.
Your life has been intricately made and shaped,
And that creation is enwove with mine.
©2003 Molly Nicole
In the doorway, he sits,
with his dark eyes and innocent face,
looking outside into the world he knows,
and in the distance,
he sees there is more to this,
more than what is here,
he dreams of life and joy,
but then, he is saddened,
by what has become,
the glow in his eyes has now been faded,
and still, hope manages to survive in his heart,
but continuous hunger has weakened his heart at the very same time,
he still waits,
inside it aches, even after all this time,
he remembers into the past,
how he’d pray for the pain to let him be,
and when night fell, in the lonely hours,
sometimes the tears he cried would show fear,
a fear at the thought of saying good-bye to his mother,
believing seven years couldn’t be enough.
He sits in the doorway, now with a blank stare,
because he doesn’t feel any better,
he has been dehydrated for some time,
and his bony hands covered in mud remind him of it.
There is a reason why he waits,
it’s kept in his words and in his soul,
and yet, the child is dying from a reason I can’t understand,
and along with it will go love,
replacing that, there will be a pain in my heart,
I love him.
©2003 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************
Part of this Love
When we are living in our most precious hours,
those that we want to remember,
love is part of the essence of that,
it is found in the middle of it,
and it is in those qualities that they continue to stay there,
it exists in the creative,
in children,
in animals,
and in the qualities of people,
it can be present, even when there is nothing said,
even when I can't explain,
I believe,
at some moments we could understand,
when empathy reflects off each other,
it is when the world starts to heal again,
and it is the first step towards it.
©2003 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************
Silent Song
There is a silent song in my head,
Its creation made of love,
It is the peace inside the storm of the world,
When you are near,
Held in each others arms,
We will not walk away,
Our hearts silently speaking to each other,
And to no other,
And there is a silent song playing beautifully in my
mind.
On one fateful day,
Your grip slipped away from me,
For the last time,
I had to accept its truth,
Your skin, it is only flesh,
Only a temporary home for the soul,
And back to heaven a precious angel was sent,
Back to where you came from,
For your love was different from anyone else.
Now I sit alone on the bed,
Where we used to sleep,
Through the window the light shifts and shines onto
the covers,
The silent song continuously playing,
I will remember,
Like the sun, your ray of light will eternally shine
onto my soul.
When I look in the mirror,
I see my own reflection,
but I see the person you inspired me to be,
and you are always a part of me.
Silent song, you call to me,
like a prayer I pray to God,
our love is never going to end,
this silent song will continue to play to me,
for it will always be,
everlasting.
©2003 Molly Nicole
*************************************************************************************************************
Lonely Spirit
You seem to walk alone,
In city streets of your life,
A stranger to the world,
But no stranger to strife.
Walking through the shadows of endless thoughts,
The views of the world,
You reflect what they taught.
In a pattern you have seen,
The many tragic stories,
Purposely they made mistakes,
That have added to your worries.
Amazed by all that has been,
You stand below the starry night,
With ideas and with hopes,
To think of words that would be right.
Feeling so alone,
This spirit,
Has anyone known?
Who would pray for this lonely stranger?
Singled out with compassion,
Is their life what is in danger?
Lonely Spirit,
Every night you pray for peace,
I hear its constant echo,
It never sleeps.
With that, the world's prayers made a circle,
Of a thousand thoughts,
With your hope,
You tied the knots.
When that was all you knew,
It might have reached a spirit,
A lonely stranger like you.
©2003 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************
Once More
Once I knew what love was
I felt like I was sure
But then I saw the world's reaction
With disregard, it showed no cure
Bickering and fighting and shedding a tear
Overwhelmed,
Was it just fear?
Fear by its totality
Or was love not reality?
I eventually closed my thoughts
And drifted away
To a place I had fallen
Feeling fear and dismay
I stood on emptiness' edge
I was alone
Yet with the rest of the world
Unstabley cold as stone
With emptiness I continued
Seeing signs of hope along the way
From heaven I saw it in the face of children
And the truth in what they say
I saw the simple silence of innocence
And that spark that I believed in
I told my self the words
Again and Again
Once more love's truth came to me
As I remembered was so clear
Something that I couldn't explain
I'd realized was so dear
©2003 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************
A Single Rose
He walks into the room and says, "I brought something for you",
He hands her rose,
To him, the rose means that his love is true,
It means that his feeling of love is unconditional,
He looks into her eyes quietly,
To try to see something,
And then sincerely says, "I love you",
He doesn't know how to explain how deeply he loves her,
And he wonders if she possibly could feel the same way,
He wraps her in his arms tenderly,
Wishing he could read her soul,
And understand,
She says, "I love you",
And nothing more at all,
And he knows that so many people say that,
But is their love unconditional or true?
He knows that his is,
That is what keeps him searching for another that lives that way,
And he is looking for that soul connection,
He wants to know, honestly,
As he remembers how he had been hurt before,
He knows many people give roses,
But, as she holds that single rose in her hand,
It symbolizes so much more that he couldn't even explain.
©2003 Molly Nicole
*******************************************************************************************************************************
Carelessly Spoken
Most of the time, ridicule is chosen over the logical,
When judgments are lies, and are said to everyone,
It just spills and widens into a big mess,
Bigger than anyone could know,
Because it is connecting from one person to the next,
Some people don't notice what they're doing,
Rumors are almost like an obsession,
And it corrodes at the truth.
Then, this mess spills over to that one precious person,
And now they know what was said,
And it swells up inside of them,
It tests their strength in their soul,
Because it hurts so much and so deep,
And now they know that everything that was said about them is not true,
And never was,
These lies try to fade out their integrity,
But now these rumors are continuous,
Because of careless talk,
Because people choose to hate others when they aren't even bad people,
Can't our love become more blind,
More blind than judgments?
Could there be respect knowing that anyone has a worth,
Even in their own way,
And worth in the love that others give them,
When someone works hard to be the person they are,
They are haunted by their difficulty because people
Will only see the opposite of who they actually are,
The ones that really do care, can't take words by secondhand,
Because they know they would be lying to themselves.
While careless talk is always visible,
And from this virus, it is continuously causing pain,
We can begin to make it invisible by the need to clear up issues,
And to see through this darkness,
By needing to stand up for others,
By listening closer to each other,
And listening to the precious victims at the very same time.
That will give us the chance to know more of our ideas.
©2003 Molly Nicole
*****************************************************************************************************************************
The world is corrupt,
But at the same time it is filled with so many beautiful things,
Things that aren't even noticed,
Because the surface is not opened and the inside is not seen,
The majority of the world does not see love when it is said,
They don't notice a tender heart when it is there,
The world doesn't understand the kind words of someone else,
It doesn't sink into their minds,
So then it is turned around into something negative,
They don't understand the weight of so many other's tears held in someone's own heart,
They don't see the many ways how the world needs to change,
Are they in fear of new ideas, when they are even said for the better,
Must we continue to live with broken families?
And hear each other cry,
Tell my why the suffering is left alone,
To the world, love is foreign,
It is often seen in a distorted image,
Why do people walk away from love,
Is it the fear of getting hurt that gets to them,
It pains in so many more ways when it is left behind,
There are so many thoughts and feelings that I cannot explain,
There are no words to describe, in part of all the issues we face,
But through all of this,
And in hope,
There are times, when I do meet those sincerely kind souls,
Ones that understand,
I appreciate who they are so much,
That I truly cannot explain,
Though I try often,
It is in their soul,
It is that connection in the middle of the understanding,
It comes from me,
And sometimes returns back,
There is this quality,
I see it in children,
And in animals,
And in a few adults I have known,
That is where I can find inspiration,
It is where they feel the same,
In a way,
But when all the other things come back to mind,
I wonder why so many people are unwilling,
Unwilling to see the truth,
Or the answers,
And then by them, it is forgotten.
©2003 Molly Nicole
******************************************************************************************************************************
Slaughter House
There is a building,
it stands on many country sides,
the many distorted colors, is what it is creating,
inside are stories that these walls hide,
a crowded place where they have to reside.
Now this building is the only nightmare they know,
but soon, they will have to face a hell of their own,
some stand in mud that comes up to their knees in the cold,
while to others, the loss of life is what the ropes hold,
a pain haunts each of them in the heart,
as they hear the cries of others when the weapons dart,
now look into their precious eyes,
please try to understand,
how much their soul is traumatized,
they are aware of every shatter,
every movement,
to each of them it is their life that matters,
during this time,
they are treated so horribly,
by reckless gestures,
and why, they don't understand,
but they know soon down the road, it will be their life that will be at hand.
It is not just the killings,
it is the suffering that drags this on,
and the ones that are willing,
to let that innocence be gone,
why is the outcome what people adore,
when it is like the holocaust, in its own form,
these people are not seeing worth in another's life,
something they hold onto, when they hold that knife.
Now their bodies are relentlessly cut and shipped to stores,
they are packed all nice to try to hide the gore,
but as the cashier stands scanning this in hand,
it's a continuous symbol of the hell were supporting,
and the horrible life they never deserved to have.
©2003 Molly Nicole
*******************************************************************************************
Come With Me
We can go to the place from which we came,
It is not far from here,
Its beauty, its creation,
A notion to keep near,
A dimming spark of hope, renewed into light,
Harmony and understanding,
Is a strength put into sight,
The truth in the world will be shown,
A vision, a love,
Reaching across the world it will be known,
Come with me,
Not into a dream,
But again into innocence we will see,
That our souls were once immersed in openheartedness,
A rope, a stronghold,
That which does not bound us,
We can speak our mind,
Of desperation, of joy, of pain,
And inspiration we will gain,
How simply it unfurls,
Like the song that is preciously sung,
The sound of the earth as a new day has begun,
It will echo inside us,
We can imagine our dreams,
And continue to see,
The light that once showed us them.
We can go to the flowering fields,
Radiant and soft,
The caressing wind can be part of us,
Time can be lost,
It is easy for us to be here,
Because love is not threatened,
By the ways of the world,
It cannot be deadened.
©2003 Molly Nicole
******************************************************************************************************************************
Amazing Spirit
In your ways,
You have left people speechless,
They have been reminded that the world is lacking something precious,
That you have shown,
The beauty in your eyes shines so deep into your soul,
That they must see the love and innocence that you bare.
Our love is a union,
Because that is what we have shared.
The place that you have gone to,
I know it isn't just a dream or story,
But heaven is real to the touch,
I just can't see it now.
Your life has been intricately made and shaped,
And that creation is enwove with mine.
©2003 Molly Nicole
******************************************************************************************
Their Message
When I am around children,
Or around animals,
Seeing that they are so different,
I see so much light,
They are wide-eyed and joyful,
Just simply from being alive,
And that is a message they will always speak.
When I turn away and look towards another view,
I realize there is so much that the world has forgotten,
It reminds me- without this what can happen,
When I see that someone has died in the streets from murder,
When the planet is full of destruction,
And when I see pain in the eyes of the animals that have been killed for no cause,
That is when I hear their voice clearer than ever,
'Cause I realize that the world has forgotten their joy,
They send a silent message,
It calls everyday,
"Live, love, be as you are,
Existing is not living, to have life is living,
There is a difference,
See, there is no bondage,"
If I continue to listen closely,
I can hear so many more messages,
They are truthful, honest, and pure,
And that is why I continue to hear their voice.
Please, always paint the world with the colors that you see through your eyes,
You create with interest,
And when you do,
Go against the words of those that try to knock you down,
Your message is far greater than theirs,
Illuminate our heart with love's desire,
And we will be free again, as we once were,
You have reminded us,
What innocence is,
It can be passed even to one that is older than yourself,
It is not being naïve, or simpleminded,
It is a deeper wisdom that reminds us of life.
Speak again,
Speak the language that the world has forgotten,
Once the lessons are learned,
There will be peace between us,
And then we will continue to teach each other more.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Media
Contortionists twisting the truth,
In a circus of lies,
Feeding their audience,
Things sold in disguise,
The writers have paid,
For a novelty statement,
Thinking, "I'll lie for the cash",
And off it's sent,
The words are a mere fixation of greed,
A fallen apart puzzle,
Not taken with heed,
People don't see all the pieces left out,
The negative is shown,
The audience believes without a doubt,
It's a game of give and take,
They set the price,
The other gives a fake,
Someone's wild imagination,
Poured onto paper,
Skewed a story of exploitation.
Innocent hearts are willfully smashed,
In unknowingly judgments,
Hatred is stashed.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Because of Children and Animals
When there is joy in their eyes,
I see that heaven must have reflected on the ground around them,
but the world can never be what they see through their eyes,
nor does the world notice their beauty.
In their ways their love is not narrow,
it's so simple,
they will touch the broken hearted,
and inspire to the lost,
even when they don't mean to,
they will live with a purpose that goes beyond themselves,
they have felt honesty,
and found truth.
Sometimes we hide,
and the shade seems safe,
to hide from the pain,
but when one reaches out their arms gently,
comforted by what they have seen,
the colors of both of their lives will be shown,
no longer hidden into the shadows.
Some give up the chance,
they haven't seen it,
they take out their weapons,
and they give away their courage,
giving up all that could have been,
all that would have been,
life.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Her Life Stands Still
Assumptions turning into worries,
Which make her upset,
Always thinking of what to do next,
Her life involves worry.
A state of mind has taken her to where she has come,
To rush and to hurry,
She chooses no other right,
And stress involves her.
Hiding behind a wall of perfection,
Thinking of what others will think of her,
When in reality, it doesn't look perfect at all,
And yet she is afraid to speak her mind.
When there is pain near,
She looks away, even though she cares,
And there is a wall,
Keeping her from truth
In her tears she cries,
There is a lesson unknown,
They needed her there to understand,
That lesson was in their eyes
She refuses to become strong,
So she cries and hides,
Finding no inspiration,
Through all things that has come her way
Her life doesn't grow,
only time grows,
and her life is solid,
unchanging as time goes by.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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No Empathy
The world crumbles without empathy,
And empathy has crumbled already,
It falls even past the depths of despair, not even seeing it,
Ages go by,
Timeless wars leaving it lost from soldier's minds,
Erasing wisdom with hate and pride.
A woman kneels in the street with a horrified look,
A man has shot her son to his death,
In the killers face she saw a twisted soul with no empathy.
The world skips a heartbeat again.
The dance has stopped.
A dolphin is drowning with fear in his eyes,
Through the net, the family he loves is crying for him,
They watch each other frantically as minutes seem to be hours,
Do they understand that man has no empathy?
As one family tries to cope,
Another has run away,
With no other choice but to leave....
The dieing deer that has fallen,
With the power of the look in those painful eyes,
Is seeing a man near,
And there is still no empathy in the hunter's heart,
No thought of how the family will grieve.
Some visions so blank,
Has not seen what has been.
Not seen,
As a starving child is clenching and loving his mother,
Looking in each others eyes,
They know this time will pass soon,
Knowing there is nothing else they can do,
The rest of the world will not shed a tear,
'Cause they never truly saw them.
Empathy has confined what is real and what has been forgotten.
As in a painting, the picture is something that is not real,
But the painter's feelings are real,
Using black as his most important color,
It brings depth,
Making it realistic,
Life will not be real if the darkness of it is forgotten,
And when realizing that, overlaying that with beautiful colors.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Their Message
When I am around children,
Or around animals,
Seeing that they are so different,
I see so much light,
They are wide-eyed and joyful,
Just simply from being alive,
And that is a message they will always speak.
When I turn away and look towards another view,
I realize there is so much that the world has forgotten,
It reminds me- without this what can happen,
When I see that someone has died in the streets from murder,
When the planet is full of destruction,
And when I see pain in the eyes of the animals that have been killed for no cause,
That is when I hear their voice clearer than ever,
'Cause I realize that the world has forgotten their joy,
They send a silent message,
It calls everyday,
"Live, love, be as you are,
Existing is not living, to have life is living,
There is a difference,
See, there is no bondage,"
If I continue to listen closely,
I can hear so many more messages,
They are truthful, honest, and pure,
And that is why I continue to hear their voice.
Please, always paint the world with the colors that you see through your eyes,
You create with interest,
And when you do,
Go against the words of those that try to knock you down,
Your message is far greater than theirs,
Illuminate our heart with love's desire,
And we will be free again, as we once were,
You have reminded us,
What innocence is,
It can be passed even to one that is older than yourself,
It is not being naïve, or simpleminded,
It is a deeper wisdom that reminds us of life.
Speak again,
Speak the language that the world has forgotten,
Once the lessons are learned,
There will be peace between us,
And then we will continue to teach each other more.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Media
Contortionists twisting the truth,
In a circus of lies,
Feeding their audience,
Things sold in disguise,
The writers have paid,
For a novelty statement,
Thinking, "I'll lie for the cash",
And off it's sent,
The words are a mere fixation of greed,
A fallen apart puzzle,
Not taken with heed,
People don't see all the pieces left out,
The negative is shown,
The audience believes without a doubt,
It's a game of give and take,
They set the price,
The other gives a fake,
Someone's wild imagination,
Poured onto paper,
Skewed a story of exploitation.
Innocent hearts are willfully smashed,
In unknowingly judgments,
Hatred is stashed.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Because of Children and Animals
When there is joy in their eyes,
I see that heaven must have reflected on the ground around them,
but the world can never be what they see through their eyes,
nor does the world notice their beauty.
In their ways their love is not narrow,
it's so simple,
they will touch the broken hearted,
and inspire to the lost,
even when they don't mean to,
they will live with a purpose that goes beyond themselves,
they have felt honesty,
and found truth.
Sometimes we hide,
and the shade seems safe,
to hide from the pain,
but when one reaches out their arms gently,
comforted by what they have seen,
the colors of both of their lives will be shown,
no longer hidden into the shadows.
Some give up the chance,
they haven't seen it,
they take out their weapons,
and they give away their courage,
giving up all that could have been,
all that would have been,
life.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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Her Life Stands Still
Assumptions turning into worries,
Which make her upset,
Always thinking of what to do next,
Her life involves worry.
A state of mind has taken her to where she has come,
To rush and to hurry,
She chooses no other right,
And stress involves her.
Hiding behind a wall of perfection,
Thinking of what others will think of her,
When in reality, it doesn't look perfect at all,
And yet she is afraid to speak her mind.
When there is pain near,
She looks away, even though she cares,
And there is a wall,
Keeping her from truth
In her tears she cries,
There is a lesson unknown,
They needed her there to understand,
That lesson was in their eyes
She refuses to become strong,
So she cries and hides,
Finding no inspiration,
Through all things that has come her way
Her life doesn't grow,
only time grows,
and her life is solid,
unchanging as time goes by.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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No Empathy
The world crumbles without empathy,
And empathy has crumbled already,
It falls even past the depths of despair, not even seeing it,
Ages go by,
Timeless wars leaving it lost from soldier's minds,
Erasing wisdom with hate and pride.
A woman kneels in the street with a horrified look,
A man has shot her son to his death,
In the killers face she saw a twisted soul with no empathy.
The world skips a heartbeat again.
The dance has stopped.
A dolphin is drowning with fear in his eyes,
Through the net, the family he loves is crying for him,
They watch each other frantically as minutes seem to be hours,
Do they understand that man has no empathy?
As one family tries to cope,
Another has run away,
With no other choice but to leave....
The dieing deer that has fallen,
With the power of the look in those painful eyes,
Is seeing a man near,
And there is still no empathy in the hunter's heart,
No thought of how the family will grieve.
Some visions so blank,
Has not seen what has been.
Not seen,
As a starving child is clenching and loving his mother,
Looking in each others eyes,
They know this time will pass soon,
Knowing there is nothing else they can do,
The rest of the world will not shed a tear,
'Cause they never truly saw them.
Empathy has confined what is real and what has been forgotten.
As in a painting, the picture is something that is not real,
But the painter's feelings are real,
Using black as his most important color,
It brings depth,
Making it realistic,
Life will not be real if the darkness of it is forgotten,
And when realizing that, overlaying that with beautiful colors.
©2003 Molly Nicole
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TO ALIX
From the shadows, the light, and the stars,
Through the poor, and the riches of society,
You have come forth as part of all of this,
You continue as part of the flame of hope,
And renew that in others,
You have stayed open-minded,
Bringing in a world of light,
From the lives that have crossed your way.
Your loyalty to life stands taller than most,
Like an angel, you have gently wrapped your wings around the hurting souls,
While others that had seen them walked away,
That compassion has guided you along a path that you have found,
A path that leads you towards many others,
Even when you’re weary or tired, you know there can be joy in their eyes once more,
And that is what will give you life again.
There is a light deep in your soul,
It was created by truth, honesty, and love,
Nothing artificial,
How else could it shine so bright?
Through the inspiration you have shown,
I believe your light will reflect off of others and return to you.
(c)2003 Molly Nicole
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I believe that empathy is what can change the world
'Cause we will think of their feelings as if they were our own-
Not just a picture, or a face, or another dieing,
We would have, in a small way felt a part of their life,
It might bring a tear of sorrow and pain,
But will lead to a tear of gratefulness in someone else
(c)2003 Molly Nicole
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Hold me like a memory does,
Touch me like the sky,
Tell me something that lasts in me, like the song that nature emanates,
And I am closer to heaven than I had been before
(c)2003 Molly Nicole
From the shadows, the light, and the stars,
Through the poor, and the riches of society,
You have come forth as part of all of this,
You continue as part of the flame of hope,
And renew that in others,
You have stayed open-minded,
Bringing in a world of light,
From the lives that have crossed your way.
Your loyalty to life stands taller than most,
Like an angel, you have gently wrapped your wings around the hurting souls,
While others that had seen them walked away,
That compassion has guided you along a path that you have found,
A path that leads you towards many others,
Even when you’re weary or tired, you know there can be joy in their eyes once more,
And that is what will give you life again.
There is a light deep in your soul,
It was created by truth, honesty, and love,
Nothing artificial,
How else could it shine so bright?
Through the inspiration you have shown,
I believe your light will reflect off of others and return to you.
(c)2003 Molly Nicole
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I believe that empathy is what can change the world
'Cause we will think of their feelings as if they were our own-
Not just a picture, or a face, or another dieing,
We would have, in a small way felt a part of their life,
It might bring a tear of sorrow and pain,
But will lead to a tear of gratefulness in someone else
(c)2003 Molly Nicole
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Hold me like a memory does,
Touch me like the sky,
Tell me something that lasts in me, like the song that nature emanates,
And I am closer to heaven than I had been before
(c)2003 Molly Nicole