We woke up to the storm,

same chilling atmosphere last night,

a carryover to our daily,

acceptance,

though there are few that do

really understand the entire picture,

except that that fits

that that allows our own delusion

to satisfy our societal angst.

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Perhaps for some …

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Would that we could be the otherwise,

the voice that speaks of peace

rather than the angry scowl of a predator.

Oh that we might recognize,

our blood drains as quickly as the other,

before we see it happen again,

daily in the schools, in the office,

in her home last night,

when he decided his life more important

than hers, his, hers, his, all of those living creatures,

we seem to forget about when our own selfish

lacking motivations

deride the over-bearing consience

of an ill-ridden, entitled,

ignorant people.

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When I woke today …

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If to believe a different day,

when everyone could again recoil

from the horrific nature of Man,

instead,

live another day to see the smile,

rather than the pale complexion

of death so easily taken in a flash

a spark of terror beyond our dreams,

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for in dreams we awake to the soul,

the beauty and grace of what is real.