Why Is It Getting More Difficult?

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Why is the simple life getting harder to find each day?
Good friends and neighbors rich in honesty ….where are they?
Families that accept differences within themselves…where are they?
Where are those people trying to find the union to banish chaos.
Why can’t we all find simple days and nights together?
How come flaws are searched for round the clock?
Human beings are being taken apart and their feelings left to rot.
Judging from a distance without all the facts is commonplace.
Many like to believe they have the instinct to do so.
But how many who believe that are willing to be judged them selves?
Have we all accepted our shames and hidden desires?…..
Our unspoken lust?
I have.
I am ready and willing to have my soul dissected.
I am willing to talk about any of my demons……
For days, weeks, months on end.
I want to know myself.
Don’t many want to know themselves?
Talking amongst friends can help find our souls.
Judging and loathing from a distance creates enemies.
Gossiping for power…to fortify your sanity…your beliefs leads to wars.
Hurt comes from a defendant that never meets the judge.
If they do meet the judge the judge wills themselves not to understand.
There is a table we sit down across to extract the ore of truth from lies.
If the table is not there in the physical it should be there at least in belief.
If it is there in belief it has merit.
It forms in rooms all over the world if people start believing in its power.
People start listening not as judge and defendant but as interested and curious human beings….curious that is about truth.
Interested in cause and effect within themselves and others.
The war stops when enemies stop fighting …… peace comes when enemies become friends.
That sacred table…..it is where humanity’s future takes shape.


I want to know my critics and admirers both as friends.
I want the balanced plain to be one of respect.

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