Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.
Robert F. Kennedy
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Stacy George Poems
Alone I Stand
I walk alone. Me, my soul, mind, and body. There is an inferno of turmoil directed at us for what we have become.
Here I write, Being a vessel to the word, Which houses the feelings of my soul.
The Agony of Heaven
As agony baths heaven the laughter is lingering on winds disdain.
Lifetime of Love
Love of the compassionate heart invoking desires of the soul for a lifetime. From their purest of love to there sweetest of desires is a lifetime of love.
As heaven gazes upon the soul happier times await.
His word of determination is divine as outside rages want to rule the mind invoking compassion shall calm the soul.
Reflections Of Insanity
Floating upon the consciousness of time as a chill of the pale wind caress the mind.
Mind of a Mad Man
Today Will Tomorrow
Disappointments and frustrations are the vessels consuming every waking thought. Wrestling with the currents from the gates of Hell. Swallowing the rusted chewed up memories of the silence as
A Disturbance In The Mirror
Tasting the desolation upon the lips, touching the cold skin, seeing a chill deep within the darkness of the eyes so cold and hard. The trust sweet and fragile,
Hope Abandons Compassion
As we fulfill of our hope, compassion abandons us, the mind is running and never looking back as body responses in kind. But the Heart, now the Heart is always looking back.
Looking forward we forget to see what it is we have left behind. Strange as it seems our acts shall carry us into a future of uncertainty as a rising difficultly will surly follow. Here within how do see ourselves for who we are Merely Humans. Then there is no more we are nothing less the whole of our souls.
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Alone I Stand
I walk alone.
Me, my soul, mind, and body.
There is an inferno of turmoil directed
at us for what we have become.
This is neither a wanted change nor a needed response.
Yet therein lies the devil in waiting,
those who are not nor cannot concern themselves us.
It is a burden to be our friend in this hour of need.
Amazing the true colors they only show under such duress.
So here I stand alone just me and my disability.