Listen for it

Do you listen to the harlequin mockery of the unfortunate?
Can you hear the cry of the suppressed,
drowning amongst your inadequacies?
While allowing yourselves to view their pain,
you grimace at the thought of their heartache.
Reclined with crossed arms,
you stair at the sight of despair.
Can you hear the pounding of a broken heart,
waiting for comfort to rescue them?

I would love to send this to all of
politicians that say they want to change
America! If they could only see how much
money could be used to help people rather,
than support their campagne! I would vote
for some who instead of trying to get on
every talkshow, they did comunity service.
I would vote for someone who truly cares
about the people instead of thier own personal
gain and success! I long for the day that
political coruption was a thing of the past!

Not human

No longer am I human, for I have grown beyond that. I have reached the next level of understanding; I have seen beyond the normal and exceeded above the comprehendible. I am not human, and some of you might fine this odd or blasphemy. I am a divine being that feels the pain you express and sees beyond the problem and past the solution. I am not human, see this as a good thing. In not being human I do not find enjoyment in destruction. Nor do I seek the pleasure of acceptance only to not accept myself. I simply exist to prove the existence of the Creator. The one who sees before the beginning and past the end. I exist not to prove who I am, but to exclaim whom He is. He is grace, compassion, mercy, and understanding. He brings love to the forgotten, and peace to the miserable. The being in which I speak of is the almighty, He is alpha and omega. He is God!