Peace and perfection are not the same thing,
yet humanity insists on radical wars begging for a paragon.
Peace becomes subjective to the idea of perfection.
It's yours!
And your harmony does not swim in the same wave lengths as my spirit!
Peace is named Chamuel,
clothed in comfort, living in the gardens of Gethsemane.
If peace is such a possibility,
how much peace is enough?
How do fears overpower faith?
How do we protect our future from such chaos embedded in our minds.
Even those born into a state of peace
experience fears beyond death.
The question remains, can peace and fear coexist?
Contentment is measured by happiness,
yet no one accepts happiness as an art.
If art was appreciated by more than just the artist,
then we'd be back where we started.
Living with imperfections, unafraid, in peace.
STAI LEGGENDO
Unniched.
Poesia"Unniched" is not bound by themes or constraints; rather, it thrives in the randomness of inspiration. These poems are a mosaic of emotions, thoughts, and observations, woven together by the thread of randomness that knows no boundaries. As you flip...
