I don't know why I bother...

I don't know why I bother...

One day everyone wakes up.
realizing; the things they wanted the most,
were right in front of their face.

Someday...
somebody will come along.
Someone who is not blind...
who sees, what is right there.
When the ones who were blind,
see us together;
they will be jealous,
it will make them sick.
I will feel sorry for them
and hope for them, the best.
While they find their perfect little sin.
Who is just as arrogant
and superficial as they are;
I will find the most amazing thing,
one human being can ever hope for.

In the land of the blind,
the one eyed girl is queen...
and there is nothing wrong with my vision.
I see right through it all...
So let them scoff at me,
let them think I am a joke...
We shall see who finds real love;
and who finds heartache.
What you put in;
is what you get out.

Funny how life works like that...
In the end they have no one to blame,
but themselves;
but most can't look in the mirror,
and do just that.

Another funny fact;
is when you pay no attention to the external,
you really see people.
While most people walk around thinking,
they are all that because of looks or whatever;
To me most people are ugly,
because I am not blinded by their physical self.
I see what is inside...
And what I see is ugliness,
in its full glory.

Then there are the beautiful ones,
they exist but are outnumbered...
They are what make this place beautiful.
Their radiance is so much stronger,
than the ugliness it overpowers;
even though outnumbered.

For the ugly ones,
I may see them for exactly what they are.
But I will never treat them,
as anything less than beautiful.
I am a better person for it.
I am stronger on my weakest day,
than they will ever be on their best day.

Let them be ugly,
I will shine my light so bright;
their darkness will be driven,
into the tiniest corner.
And when I find another,
we will shine so bright;
that their darkness will rage at us,
out of jealousy and bitterness.
And again I will feel sorry for them,
my heart will bleed for them...

But we all make our own beds.

                                                                                    G.Langmoore March 29,2011

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Be The Change

Be The Change

“Be the change you want to see in the world.”
~Mahatma Gandhi~ (Indian Philosopher, internationally esteemed for his doctrine of nonviolent protest, 1869-1948)

Bravery you must seek out,
Enduring on without a doubt.

The one light in the dark,
Holding true like a tree's bark,
Endeavoring to leave your mark.

Change will not happen so fast,
Hold sharp the eventual contrast,
Anticipate the failures of the past.
Never be accepting of a caste,
Gladly answer all questions asked,
Entertain the will to outlast.

You are a source of change,
Out of chaos harmony you'll arrange,
Under status quo you must estrange.

World may try to keep you down,
Answer with a patience that's renown.
Never an easy job with heavy crown,
They only hope they can make you frown.

Take heart and seek what's right,
On wings of righteous win the fight.

Slay injustice with truth's sword,
Every battle leads to humanity's reward,
Eventually in time you'll gain accord.

If ever you begin to lose sight,
Never forget your inner light.

There will surely be resistance,
Harbor in yourself strong persistence,
Ever remember the goal of co-existence.

Worldly matters matter no more,
Off you go upon selfless chore.
Remember the oppressed you fight for,
Lessening the worlds taste to abhor.
Driven to change humanity's decor.

Gabrielle Langmoore Feb 21, 2011

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The Last Light

The Last Light

When I came into this place,

Light was my welcome,

My mentor of no face,

Darkness wants me to succumb,

Of that I wished no taste,

So I simply began to run.

I left the place of my beginning,

Immediately set upon by storm,

A battle raged with no winning,

Light  kept me safe and warm,

Darkness kept the plots spinning,

Yet light would not let it swarm.

O’er treacherous cliff and crag,

I followed light... full of hope,

Darkness followed in drag,

Light had taught me to cope,

Yet darkness came quick as a stag,

keeping my Aura in the scope.

Light brought me through a river,

By which darkness lost our track,

Seeking refuge a sanctuary giver,

Stumbled upon a meadow through a crack,

From darkness a temporary deliver,

Only time before darkness doubled back.

Then one day a horrid sound,

Light held in place urging me to flee,

This sanctuary darkness had found,

I ran... the battle I did not see,

I kept going not knowing where bound,

Wandering till light caught up with me,

Again to broken country we came,

Light negotiating a path through,

Managing some how to keep me sane,

This only made darkness’s anger brew,

While light remained calm with refrain,

A student of lights’ wisdom I grew.

I aged gracefully with light looking on,

Always moving with darkness in tail,

Fearing someday light would be gone,

That I would be left... only to fail,

That darkness would capture dawn,

Leaving no one behind to tell a tale.

Many moons had long since passed,

While I developed lights’ strength,

There were skirmishes in the past,

With darkness going to any length,

All did not matter the die was cast,

At the future I was filled with angst,

Around myself grew grey and cold,

Light slowly losing it’s ground,

To darkness’s power many fold,

While light became less found,

Till the darkness grew bold,

Light cornered... darkness abound,

Of this day light had told.

With light weak came the attack,

Darkness was here its finally come,

Light was valiant trying to fight back,

Louder the sound of darkness’s drum,

An army of size lights' only lack,

The war was over darkness had won.

I cried while Light died in my arms,

Then I cried alone in the black space,

Light was loving... never did no harm,

Yet everyone let light leave this place,

Darkness now the worlds only charm,

A cry to heaven as I kiss light’s face.

This war has been completely lost,

I alone against the darkness it seems,

I am to small to endure the cost,

To small to bid farewell to a dream,

I am worn, beaten and full of exhaust,

From my eye has been taken the gleam,

Unable to bear this lonely fate,

I take a sword an fall on the blade,

The last light leaves on this date,

All hope for this place fully slayed,

It fell to darkness at a quick rate,

If only for light I would have stayed.

When I arrived there at first,

My only welcome was light,

We left the place it was cursed,

Forever in darkness and night,

Gone was my taste and thirst,

To leave there was only right.

As I walk among what I knew,

I see light at the end of a corridor,

With me towards it walk a few,

Those of us who light was for,

Those of us to light are true,

We who found light once more.

Written by Gabrielle Langmoore Oct. 10, 2010

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