What is Peace?
Finding that light inside yourself that says I love you to everyone and everything you meet. To love deeply all that is. To find the majesty in everything around you. Even in the presence of evil, to understand the love that made it and to see the love that gave it life and to know that love can cure the world of sadness. I stand in the light of Peace and I give the gift of Love. Because you deserve to be loved, no matter who you are or what you have done - I love you. Why? Because you are made from love and with that I am satisfied. I hope and pray my love for you can wash away just one moment of sadness from your life and give you a chance to see the world as it is, a place of life, love and beauty. Remember, even in your darkest hours, I love you, truly, I do.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 03-25-13
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Rose Petals
My mother named me Rose
I have no petals, no leaves
I do have a cat, I pet all the time
He hangs on the window sill
Baiting squirrels from the eaves
When he gets tired he tends to leave
A name is a mission of great importance
To live up to it is hard, imagine Miss Hortense
I may not be a symbol of love
I give no reason to stop and smell me
But I do have a cat, I pet all the time
He's my companion when I don't have a rhyme
My mother named me Rose and I do just fine
I named my cat Pussy McSnugglebug
I pet him all the time.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 03-20-13
I have no petals, no leaves
I do have a cat, I pet all the time
He hangs on the window sill
Baiting squirrels from the eaves
When he gets tired he tends to leave
A name is a mission of great importance
To live up to it is hard, imagine Miss Hortense
I may not be a symbol of love
I give no reason to stop and smell me
But I do have a cat, I pet all the time
He's my companion when I don't have a rhyme
My mother named me Rose and I do just fine
I named my cat Pussy McSnugglebug
I pet him all the time.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 03-20-13
Sunday, March 24, 2013
A thought
A thought -
Tell me what does the Afghan military uniform look like? The Iranian uniform? What does uniform does a 'terrorist' wear? These are people killing people, why? so people won't be killed somewhere else? What makes us right and them wrong? All of these people dying are children of god and deserve to be here, just like you, and me. War is not the path to peace, it's a path to violence and pain. Evil begets evil. Everyone one of those soldiers has a mother, a son, a sister ... they suffer the deaths of their family just like we do. Where does it end? If we all move to bring down our borders and live as earthlings, instead of citizens, yes we could be one world - one peace. Fighting never solved anything. Loving one another, even though they may have wrong you, is where true wisdom flourishes. We teach school children not to fight on the playground, we should teach our adults the same thing.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 02-17-13
Tell me what does the Afghan military uniform look like? The Iranian uniform? What does uniform does a 'terrorist' wear? These are people killing people, why? so people won't be killed somewhere else? What makes us right and them wrong? All of these people dying are children of god and deserve to be here, just like you, and me. War is not the path to peace, it's a path to violence and pain. Evil begets evil. Everyone one of those soldiers has a mother, a son, a sister ... they suffer the deaths of their family just like we do. Where does it end? If we all move to bring down our borders and live as earthlings, instead of citizens, yes we could be one world - one peace. Fighting never solved anything. Loving one another, even though they may have wrong you, is where true wisdom flourishes. We teach school children not to fight on the playground, we should teach our adults the same thing.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 02-17-13
Progeny
Progeny
On soft leather shoes that curved at the ankle
Thin pale skin draped the knotted bone
It creaked quietly as the evil bent to stand; somber in the courtroom
Youth had worn off the young man's extremities
Leaving only a veined husk filled to the brim with sorrow
Sadness only expressed through violent hatred
Poured out of his smooth taught skin
Tears; dying embers of a remembered future
Painted the cold blue eyes
His evil was audible as he drew each breath
Solace and safety, thinly bound by his silver chains
The Fellowship of Death was now to commence
At that moment, my ears heard a horrid sound
Evil had a Mother
Her wide shoulders sunk deep into her flesh
A purple wool scarf hung across her thick outline
As if she herself were marked for death
She moaned, close mouthed and quiet
Futility was the platform on which she stood, slumped and forgotten
Shining black 'church shoes' tickled the bottom of her yellow dress
Strong arms of a lifelong factory worker
Clung in desperate hope to a withered black purse
Accepting fate is a fool's term for being at the mercy of ignorant will
With every word spoken of the condemnation she jolted inward
Havoc and anguish were only sheltered by her cheap hat and glasses
The mother of evil stood illuminated, a statue of love for her son
A baby was dying
and god spoke "What you do to the least of my brethren, you do to me"
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 02-15-13
On soft leather shoes that curved at the ankle
Thin pale skin draped the knotted bone
It creaked quietly as the evil bent to stand; somber in the courtroom
Youth had worn off the young man's extremities
Leaving only a veined husk filled to the brim with sorrow
Sadness only expressed through violent hatred
Poured out of his smooth taught skin
Tears; dying embers of a remembered future
Painted the cold blue eyes
His evil was audible as he drew each breath
Solace and safety, thinly bound by his silver chains
The Fellowship of Death was now to commence
At that moment, my ears heard a horrid sound
Evil had a Mother
Her wide shoulders sunk deep into her flesh
A purple wool scarf hung across her thick outline
As if she herself were marked for death
She moaned, close mouthed and quiet
Futility was the platform on which she stood, slumped and forgotten
Shining black 'church shoes' tickled the bottom of her yellow dress
Strong arms of a lifelong factory worker
Clung in desperate hope to a withered black purse
Accepting fate is a fool's term for being at the mercy of ignorant will
With every word spoken of the condemnation she jolted inward
Havoc and anguish were only sheltered by her cheap hat and glasses
The mother of evil stood illuminated, a statue of love for her son
A baby was dying
and god spoke "What you do to the least of my brethren, you do to me"
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 02-15-13
I give you my heart.
My hands aren't big enough to give you everything you need
These little legs cannot travel as far as you want to go
My ears are not acute enough to hear all that you say
This old back is not strong enough to lift you as high as you deserve
I fail you, every breath in me - I beat the streets and bleed
But I still fail you. You deserve a world I do not know how to give.
Still, I fail. Dreams so large, are to heavy to hold.
Failure, it's not an option. I will be triumphant.
I gather more hands to carry the load.
We invent wheels to get us where we are going.
I am quiet now so I can listen to your plans.
I realize I do not need to carry you aloft,
For you are an angel of love and need nothing more than my heart to carry you aloft to the stars. I know my heart is big enough for all of us, for all of our dreams. Big enough to cradle our souls in times of darkness. My heart is an everspring of love and goodness. I'll give you that, and be satisfied.
I give you my heart.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 02-14-13
These little legs cannot travel as far as you want to go
My ears are not acute enough to hear all that you say
This old back is not strong enough to lift you as high as you deserve
I fail you, every breath in me - I beat the streets and bleed
But I still fail you. You deserve a world I do not know how to give.
Still, I fail. Dreams so large, are to heavy to hold.
Failure, it's not an option. I will be triumphant.
I gather more hands to carry the load.
We invent wheels to get us where we are going.
I am quiet now so I can listen to your plans.
I realize I do not need to carry you aloft,
For you are an angel of love and need nothing more than my heart to carry you aloft to the stars. I know my heart is big enough for all of us, for all of our dreams. Big enough to cradle our souls in times of darkness. My heart is an everspring of love and goodness. I'll give you that, and be satisfied.
I give you my heart.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 02-14-13
- I. Love. You -
Love came on a borrowed seat in a broke down car to a broken home.
Love pierced through the muddy windows and shown light in my dark room.
Love wore old clothes made for someone fatter more out of touch.
Love grew like mold on my heart, every effort to clean it off only spread it to other parts of me.
Love told me to wait for him to feel more alive.
My love could not wait, I loved him until the breath returned.
Only true love can revive a corpse.
I'll say as one former dead person to another, my love lives for you, it dies for you, it dreams for you.
In every breath, in every heartbeat, in every wisp of batted eyelash my love springs eternal.
Unabated, unflinching, unwashed
- I. Love. You -
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 10-03-12
Love pierced through the muddy windows and shown light in my dark room.
Love wore old clothes made for someone fatter more out of touch.
Love grew like mold on my heart, every effort to clean it off only spread it to other parts of me.
Love told me to wait for him to feel more alive.
My love could not wait, I loved him until the breath returned.
Only true love can revive a corpse.
I'll say as one former dead person to another, my love lives for you, it dies for you, it dreams for you.
In every breath, in every heartbeat, in every wisp of batted eyelash my love springs eternal.
Unabated, unflinching, unwashed
- I. Love. You -
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 10-03-12
Thursday, March 21, 2013
colloquialism poem
This poem gets my dogs barkin'
Haulin' all these words outta my head
I channel Hamlet and harken
Dylan says do not go gently dead
Longfellow's ride is much to Revere
Knowledge is a dangerous thing
Addam's Vogon is simply to severe
See, now I've forgotton what to bring
A poem for those poets who chime in
To participate in perfection practice
And make word mastery begin
Thank you for creating this poetic lattice
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 1-02-13
Haulin' all these words outta my head
I channel Hamlet and harken
Dylan says do not go gently dead
Longfellow's ride is much to Revere
Knowledge is a dangerous thing
Addam's Vogon is simply to severe
See, now I've forgotton what to bring
A poem for those poets who chime in
To participate in perfection practice
And make word mastery begin
Thank you for creating this poetic lattice
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 1-02-13
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