Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Sobbing Horse  We have same world to live. Born through same pain. And die in a similar way had same Red blood cells, created by skin and bones  We get ache, we love and feel happy. We eat something to survive as though you. We have family like you. We don't want to lose anyone as if you do. We think exactly as you. Only thing is we cannot talk. But why..?? We are treated as; Only because of two, three months difference..? Human take nine months to give birth  We take eleven to twelve months to give birth. Is that the reason why you treat us.  Because we don't know how to talk..?  Actually we are begging.....  We always talk, get hurts inside. We have all organs inside us same like you. That you never understand. It is because we have four legs and you with two..?? Hope not.  You carry me with a load which is larger than me. It's really difficult for me to tolerate the hurt but then I cannot complain. When I can't walk, you beats me harsh with all your...

 I dream of Utopia:   Webster Dictionary! "A place of ideal perfection expecially in law, government and social conditions! " Tis but a dream... To believe such a place, a state of mind exist. Within an imperfect world we can only strive to make it a better place to live.  Be kind to your neighbors and lend a helping hand!  Stand up for what you believe in and what is right!  Speak out through your words, your poetry.  In a desire to reach within the core of mankind!  Search for the equlity of all man kind!  Don't allow history to repeat itself!   Let's learn from it and move on to a better place!  Placing blame only digs the hole deeper! We can all do our part!  One goal at a time. One day at a time!   What might seem unreachable  helps lead to a better world!  I don't usually get into politics.  But even the air we breathe today is political.   Play the record forward!  Kindness go...

 Life....  Life isn't about fair, it isn't about experience  It is about the secured, trail and purpose  That part of period should not be wasted  Commit mistakes, bar always be optimistic  Do not regret but grasp something  You live a life not to find richness in you  Not to parade your wealth  But of course to aid others Just honor your heart rich, mind prosperous You are always divine, be son of God  Help people, respect nature  And cheer the creatures around you There is no harm in mercy life is surely a zion if you know how to live.                               ......@sangay #23/05/21

https://natella-speranskaya.medium.com/7-reasons-to-become-a-part-of-janus-academy-cdf68e790059 😈 ❝ Говорить об Азсакре — это неизбежно упираться в слова, которые заранее разрушены самим фактом его пребывания здесь; говорить об Азсакре в таком тоне — это обнажать банкротство своей мысли в нелепых нападках на Всё Превзошедшее. Его отличает настолько высокий уровень сознания, что в ближайшие 100-150 лет едва ли появится кто-то, способный стать достойным его собеседником. Это тот уровень, где каждое сказанное слово становится мантрой. В России к его философии ещё не готовы, она внушает людям страх. ❞ ~ Натэлла Сперанская, философ, публицист. Автор книг «Путь к Новой Метафизике», «Дионис преследуемый» и т.д. Автор рецензий на книгу «Acephale. От Диониса Ницше к 'мистерии казни' Батая» и др. P.S. ❝ Ходит стародавнее предание, что царь Мидас долгое время гонялся по лесам за мудрым Силеном, спутником Диониса, и не мог изловить его. Когда тот наконец попал к нему в руки, царь спросил,...

The world is not about what you see, it's all about what you think and how you react towards the nature. And the humans are not the way you think, they are actually the way you see and the way you follow...their paths.... ...........@sangay

You are fairest in your affairs and  it's a fact  And we appreciate; you're quite disparate. When first time; you came up to our sight,  At that time we were, travellers of night,  You've faught a long battle with the knights. In context to liberate the-ackerland  One thing that you did never miss,  "Is waking at first light to kiss the holy book"  We never ever heard from you---the unthankfulness. A fair shape, fancy wear and  hair gray,  Selling flora's upon your little Navis. In happy days of May, a fair trade  You had, you ask none except the Allah. Lo, it was your specific trait, O fair Maid,  And every strarved that pass by your street,  Told us all about your beautiful treat  You're fairest in your affairs and it's a fact-- Aye!  You've costumed  your dog, clean and neat,  That guard's your cabin veiled  by Oak trees, Before you came to the Merry land,  You've dwelth a decard at overseas, Th...