The Innocence of Gold
I flicked of the TV
At a news report
About another child
Lost in innocence no more
I was once
An innocent child
Living so happy
Till I was dealt
One of life's blows
And just like the children
I learn of today
Losing their innocence
That's torn from their souls
It drowns us all
In the degradation of life
I want to scream
I want to shout
Make all this carnage stop
Why do you ask?
Would I even bother to say?
I just want you to know
What its like for a child
To lose in themselves
The innocence of gold
You cry with a passion
Inside your lost soul
You know not what to say
You know not what to do
You feel so alone
You feel so used
You hide all your secrets
And you cry every day
And pray ever night
Oh God take my life
You drown in your sorrows
Every single day
And wonder each time
What have I done in my life?
To deserve such cruelty
That's dealt this cruel life
But life goes on
You learn to be brave
You learn to ignore
Your family and friends
You learn to ignore
An out stretched hand
I know I am lucky
To be here today
So I advocate for children
Still trapped in this fate
poem by Kaila George
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When Children Lose Their Innocence
The innocence of childhood it is a marvellous thing
And all children are untainted in their life's early Spring
But by the time they've reached their teens their innocence they've lost
And the experience that we gain from age always comes at a cost.
When children lose their innocence they lose their gift of joy
The joy that comes from innocence in every young girl and boy
Compared to us young children see life quite differently
Of the guilt of corruption they are completely free.
I have such happy memories of when I was a boy
My childhood years were happy years but time just seemed to fly
And the experience that I've gained from life it came at a great cost
For I lost something beautiful when innocence I lost.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Innocence Lost
I can't relive my life
I can't retrace my tracks
I can't undo what's done
There is no going back
I chased a selfish dream
Did not survey the cost
Illusions disappeared
I've found my innocence lost
Some say it's lessons learned
Some say it's a living life
I say it's choices made
Knowing wrong from right
One night I fought to sleep
In my slumber I turned and tossed
I woke to a cloudy day
And found my innocence lost
Innocent child is a beautiful thing
Secure in her father's arms
Sleeps while a mother sings
There's no way to know
All the harm this world can bring
I miss my innocence
Oh, to be innocent
My heavenly Father
The well of eternal love
That overflows with grace
I can completely trust
My broken heart repaired
And all my sin forgot
I can be pure again
In spite of my innocence lost
In his eyes I'm a newborn child
Cuz I accept his love
I have a newfound hope
Though I've found my innocence lost
I can be pure again
I've found my innocence lost
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Children?
Children are the easily led,
Their learning is profound,
Their lift is happy and proud,
Why do parents forgive them?
We produce the fellow children
To lift and uplift each of us
When there happens a life.
Children need growth to boast,
To live and outlive, to death is their journey
After a life of straightforward happiness and bliss.
Felt good? Why children? Because, say Children,
We live among others who are like the mothers
In the land we call Children.
Child after child shall learn of the existing ones
That need admirals and generals of late.
The defence of a child is the greatest concern,
And I laugh at one who destroys life,
Ever in turmoil is a child because of this act.
Children will be enough to be today.
Children can upset no one who is old and ancient,
Selfless students are children.
However much you push and pull at the threads that children weave
And sort, and spread, and sew,
The adult will sew better and more often than a child.
That is the secret, children.
poem by Naveed Akram
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For Many Life Is A Hard Battle
For many life is a hard battle but most rise again after a fall
And from life babies do begin learning long before they learn how to crawl
It would be nice to stay innocent for a lifetime but the innocence of childhood doesn't last
The years seem to go by so quickly and time as we know ticks on fast
'Tis sad to think some children have their innocence from them stolen and are exploited in the worst possible way
That they cannot look back on a happy childhood does seem so sad to have to say
The crimes committed against children are not easy crimes to forgive
Those guilty of such terrible atrocities with their shame must find it hard to live
I consider myself to be lucky my childhood years I did enjoy
Compared to many I feel privileged I did enjoy life as a boy
In the green countryside west of Millstreet where I grew into a young man
I learned about life from my mentors and my enduring love of Nature began
For so many life is a hard battle and they've never known of happy years
And they must live with their haunting memories of their unhappy childhood years.
poem by Francis Duggan
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What We Sow, We Shall Reap.
The old wisdom are showing the way
Most of us know these but tries to ignore and say
I am living my life as I want,
And look what they get with that if they are not enough observant.
What ever is our life, somehow we caused it,
We are the ones who get the benefit.
Only we have the power to help on us
What we put into life it returns with a plus.
Make up your mind if you follow the old wisdom,
If you watch what you do, then you can blossom.
Became the real child of the Universe,
Helping humanity for a better life to immerse.
Always follow your feelings and see what comes out,
Learn from everything, because every problem is just an opportunity try out
Everything is necessary for YOUR evolution
Learn how to face it with your emotion.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Wasted upon the ground of life
The streets of life are real
For those of us who learn
What it's really like
To be wasted and alone
In the mire of mud
You watch as life goes by
You wonder who they are
Those that pass by
Your earthly remains
You try to gain control
Of the normality in life
Only to drown
In your burdens of old
The shadows of life
Pound upon your soul
You duck, you fight
What you think is right
Only to learn
It's just an imaginary foe
And then you start to laugh
At the audacity of life
How dare they all ignore you?
Wasted upon the ground of life
poem by Kaila George
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You Learn
I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
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Children Are Innocent
Children learn how to play games,
to survive and get our way
but there is got to be a better “way”.
For why should a child have
to “play” an adult to get it’s way?
We set it up like that thinking
we will turn them into a brat.
but that is not where it should be at.
That is not like Sri Amma Bhagavan’s school,
if most of the world only knew.
Now why can’t kid’s be free to
Experience everything?
Treat them like a Prince, a Queen
or a King?
We make up rules and
stupid laws,
to make us like cattle
just because.
We are afraid
we’ll lose control
control of a child?
I don’t think so.
Children are emotional beings
till at least eight,
why not let them “experience”
life and make them feel great?
They “play mind” games
like the adults do,
but they learn from us I believe that’s true.
We use the word “no”
as a form of control.
We don’t know any better,
we were taught the Planetary dream,
making a child feel guilty,
and then feel demeaned.
Now “no” can be changed
around to be a “yes”
now the child “feels” love
and feels like the best.
Now of course you wouldn’t
let your child do something
harmful that’s true,
but I’m talking about “Can
the child have the red book
over the one that’s “blue”.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 18,2011
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Why Kill Innocence?
Everytime a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Everytime there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Everytime a heart is stabbed
Some1 else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence
So why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why kill the innocence?
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children
Full of innocence
When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
KILLING INNOCENCE…
poem by Angira Chakraborty
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Journeys End For The Poet
i am at my journeys end
looking back at my life, family, friends.
all my life i tried to be, smiling, happy, and carefree.
but! at times life throws you a curve ball
just to see if you have the gall.
to turn your life completly around
and to see if you have found.
all the beauties that GOD has given to us.
if in him we put our trust.
the curve ball is not to strike you out
but to see if you'll fight that bout.
the fight is not physical
but a raging war within you
so that you may see, right from wrong
and to grow big and strong.
this is the life that i am seeing
and this is the life that i'm not believing.
so many times i had the chance to
pick up the slack.
but i refused, and turned my back.
what must it take for us to see
the love from our family.
in life we all need a helping hand
let's just stop and take a stand.
we can not do everything in life alone
that is something that is shown.
even CHRIST needed help
so to the apostles, the cards he dealt.
he showed the apostles that if their belief is great.
the words they teach, is not too late.
like everyone else, i see the journeys end
but! through my poetry- i found my friends.
we do not have to do special deeds
' just help someone that's in need'.
this is what GOD wants us to learn
it is time we take our turn.
let us keep the children in sight
when we pick up our pens-' and start to write'.
if we could save just one child through our words
then we'll know that we've been heard.
' poetry is the key'
to set a childs mind free.
poem by Louis Rams
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In Our Society Torn
After being blinded
Bye so much hate
You see only colours
Of homies and crypts
You learn to hate red
It's what you see every day
On the bloody splattered walls
Of your friends home and yours
What's sad for today?
Is that this is the norm
Of children who live
In our society torn
I wish I could break
The cycle of death
That haunts the child
That never knew to love
I offer a hand
To those in need
To learn how to love
To learn how to be free
What you see, what you learn
In our society torn
Makes' you stronger and better
Then those in CONTROL
Break free from the cycle
Learn to be free
Show the children colours
Mother Nature give's to thee
poem by Kaila George
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When a Child Has Been Told
When a child has been told
Never shed a tear
The small child can only
Every bow their head in fear
And hope and pray they
Don't come back to silence them
They often live in fear
They learn not to cry
When a child has been told
Keep a secret
For if they do they will be punished
For telling lies
They bow their head in fear
Hoping they will not
Come back and take their life
They learn not to speak
When a child has been told
Close your eyes
All they can do is tremble
As the touch of evil hands
Slowly destroys their soul
Never to burn again
They learn not to care
When a child has been told
No one really care's
They sit alone and ponder
Will anyone believe?
If I just spoke
If I just shed a tear
Will anyone really care?
They learn not to feel
All I ask of you now
Is let them speak
Let them cry
Because it means they are alive
poem by Kaila George
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Remember Me, The Child! Michael Jackson: In His Own Words!
Remember me, the child!
Look past the man, deep into the innocence of my eyes
A towering giant of a man before I was grown
Still, searching for the childhood I have never known
Have you seen my childhood, the innocence of my age?
Remember me, the child! A life devoid of its shade!
Remember me, the child!
The child, forced to grow up long before his time
The evil had landed; life, I was outdone
Haunted by the image of the man I have become
A life less wanted, with an ever mounting cost
Remember me, the child! I tried to beat it, but lost
Remember me, the child!
Follow on this journey into the mystery of my life
Dark shadows and buried secrets, controversies reigned
Unable to grow up, mines was more of torture, and pains
Enslaved by the demands of a vindictive ideal
Remember me, the child! The horrors of my ordeal!
Remember me, the child!
A thriller of epic melodies, I sang the songs of life
I danced my way into hearts with a musical rage
Transcended every border, the world was my stage
I bridged the racial, cultural divide, my talent defined me
Remember me, the child! The music, my legacy!
Remember me, the child!
Look past the image, into the innocence of my eyes
Walk with me in an adventure down memory lane
See what it costs to wear the honor of my name
I may be bad, with an attitude, still, I am who I am
Remember me, the child! The legacy, the man!
Remember me, the child!
Like a burnt of flame, there is no more light
The journey has ended, it took flight with wings
In the twinkling of an eye, gone with the wind
The blossom is no longer a flowering bloom
Remember me, the child! Sadly, gone too soon!
The Children Of The Lord
From the beginning, it was decreed
That love in itself does not create life.
For love, even in its own form of life,
Has no power to create anything new.
Love is not God, but God is love.
It is He alone who brings forth life.
The human soul is bonded to its body.
From the creation of life, it is eternal.
Even after death, the soul goes on.
It is no light thing for consideration.
We do our part and the Lord does His.
Not all are granted an inheritance.
Even the righteous have no guarantee.
Even the redeemed have no certainty.
But to those who receive a child,
God looks upon the hearts of men and women,
Knowing the future as well as the past.
To Him, no secrets are Hid from His eyes.
Blessed are the ones who find His favour,
Yet do not boast and offend others.
Rejoice in your inheritance from the Lord.
It is your portion, now and for eternity.
Yet know this, love is patient...
A child is a fragile thing and slow to learn.
To teach a child is a great honour.
To love a child is a noble joy.
Be proud only in God's teachings.
They were not given in vain,
Nor without the sacrifice of Christ.
Prepare each child for the journey of life.
For what lies ahead is no easy path.
Money is a small gift compared to time.
Pity the child who has money but little love.
The children of the Lord learn to pray.
May they bring healing to their parents' hearts.
May they honour them and respect them also.
May they help around the happy home.
For what is love but a helping hand?
And what is love without a faithful spirit?
The Lord of Heaven knows us deeply.
His patience and longsuffering seek perfection.
Search yourselves to see the faults within.
Strive not for a better world, but a better you.
For the Lord created children for His glory.
May they sing the holy hymns and praise Him.
Teach them of the Teacher, Jesus, the Son of God...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Children Of The Heart
Have you ever left?
Your childhood alone
Have you ever let?
Your childhood dreams go
I've never really known
The joys a child should know
I've never really seen
What it's like to just being a child
But in each of us there lies
A child breaking to be free
To learn life's mysteries
In child like dream
To run with friends and family
Free just like a breeze
To play in the fields
Of a childhood memory's
What is it really like?
To be a warrior of old
What is it really like?
To be innocent in ones life
What is it really like?
To be a hero in a child's dream
I sigh and often dream
What it would be like to be free
Free of all your burdens
In a child's innocent world
Of dreams
Can you explain to me?
What the mystery a child hold's
Why do we crave
Our childhood of old
I smile and think often
Deep inside my soul
There will always be a child
Bursting forth to be free
Just wanting to let go
There will always be a child
Wanting all their dreams
To fly into a world of fantasy's
And just being free
Smiling softly to myself
I close my eyes and dream
Of when I was a little girl
Reliving all my dreams
poem by Kaila George
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Innocence Matter: Restoration Perfection
Innocence is the question?
Innocence is the X factor?
Innocence is life mortality?
Innocence is sinless state immortality?
Innocence is physical perfection?
Innocence is purity soul divinity?
Innocence is state of grace harmony?
Innocence is Trinity creation link eternity?
Innocence is life breath immortality?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Saw A Child Four Months Old Today
I SAW A CHILD FOUR MONTHS OLD TODAY
I saw a child four months old today
And was brought back to a most happy time in my life
When my children were very young-
Who could have believed this blessing would come again
And this small grandchild would make me feel
As I have not felt in years
That life itself is an incredible joy beyond any I ever could have expected
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Life
Life is a beautiful place,
It is how you make it to be.
Life is about believing in
yourself,
This is your life and what
you choose to do with your
life is up to you.
You respect others and they
will respect you too.
Life is never all that easy,
We learn to simply grow
strong and grow wise each
day.
We learn through our mistakes,
That is how we simply turn them
around and start over again.
Life is precious as you are,
Keep the faith and never
let go.
Life has many mysteries for us
to solve,
That is why we learn to put the
pieces of the puzzle together.
When goals are completed we know
we have earned a big star,
We all walk proud knowing we have
done well.
Life has a powerful meaning,
We all must always feel proud to
walk this earth.
Life has has given to many of us,
A chance to live, laugh
and to learn.
Remember, life is too short
to feel grumpy,
We learn to turn that grumpy
little frown into happiness.
poem by Derek James
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Land Of Innocence
Nightfall in my childhood,
Memories of my future send
Their scent in my mind...
My life and my feelings now?
A knife through my heart,
Sins that torn apart
The once-innocent mind...
The moon’s glance falls over the
Garden of my childhood,
There, where beauty is still untainted,
When I was as fresh as the morning dew...
I remember those feelings so well,
I keep them hidden in a safe place,
Locked inside my heart!
I believed then in the snowy-egret nymph,
I thought she came to me at night,
And carried me above the water
Through the Danube Delta,
To see the secret lagoons
Covered up by weeping willows,
To see the black swans as they dance,
As they perform a sacred ritual of nature,
To see the pelicans as they sleep.
Gazing at the black egrets,
As the wind smoothes their soft feathers,
To see those black ballerinas
As they all reveal an unknown passion:
The passion for the night!
And my dreams were beautiful then,
My voice was clear and sweet,
My mind was innocent and true,
Not touched by the perverted hand of life...
And it’s true what the nymph said to me,
Looking in my eyes, singing softly to my ear:
“From cradle to coffin,
You shall dream,
You shall wish and hope!
But remember, innocence can never be lost,
You will always have it inside,
Take your memories, put them aside,
And you shall find it
Right there; innocence stays! ”
How can I break away from what I am now,
Who will take those tears away?
Was I punished for naivety? Or for innocence?
Yet the falling into the sinner
That I am today, was so mild...
The falling always comes
With the sweetest sensations!
I crave for another night of my childhood,
I crave for a journey back
In the land of living dreams,
The land of sweet torment,
Land of Innocence!
Memories keep on swinging back,
And they hit me with all of their great power...
The nymph looked upon me, every single night.
She once took my hand and placed it on my heart:
“Here, you shall look inside,
Here are your memories - pieces of life,
Here are your dreams – pieces of immortality,
Here is your energy and frenzy -
Pieces of your untamed soul,
Here is your innocence, and always will be,
You just have to look after it.”
The ballet on water was revealing itself
To my child eyes, to my mind...
A weeping willow was my shelter,
I saw the couples of swans,
As they gently, tenderly danced a waltz,
Gracefully, slowly...
I woke up the next morning, locking the secret inside.
The awakening from that beautiful dream,
Into the nightmare of today
Came with the biggest of pains:
Realizing what I am,
Realizing it will never be the same...
My heaven I feel as if it is lost,
My dreams, I feel I will never accomplish...
The awakening!
The falling!
The curse!
I crave for another night of my childhood,
I crave for a journey back
In the land of living dreams,
The land of sweet torment,
Land of Innocence!
I was dreaming every night,
I only had sincere smiles...
Now I cannot but fake them,
My nights are filled with bad dreams,
I fear someone has stole it away from me...
Can I still dream?
Should I dare to dream?
Should I dare to touch the innocence inside?
What if it’s not there anymore?
Nymph comeback to me again,
Only one more time...
Take me there,
To see the show that never ends,
Take me there,
To hear you sing to me again,
Take me there,
To be myself one more time...
Comeback snowy-egret nymph,
Un-fill my heart of regrets,
And fill it with dreams and child’s passions,
Un-do this course of adulthood,
Teach me how to find myself,
To find my own dreams!
I do not dare to dream anymore...
Silence all those
Hell-voices from my mind! ! !
The awakening!
The falling!
The course!
Dear white, frail nymph
Bring me only Innocence,
It is all: mystery, passion,
Dream, love...
But most importantly,
Innocence is Poetry!
Snowy-egret nymph,
I shall dream about you tonight...
Dawn in my childhood,
Memories of my past send
Their poetry in my mind...
poem by Elya Thorn
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