The City

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The City

 

 

There is pain in the city,

starvation and disease.

The tenements crumble,

yet life goes on.

The wary eyes of people,

watchful in the streets.

Tired of seeing things

which break the heart.

Yet hope remains.

The spirit of humanity

not gone.

We will rise up as a people.

Like one million times before.

For we are made in his image.

And he saw that it was good.

So now endure.

When you feel lost and alone.

Feel the brush of angels wings

upon your souls.

As you kneel down in the mosque,

church or temple.

Or take confession with your priest.

Feel his ancient presence

And rest assured.

He is there.......

 

 

Phil G. Inman Sr.

May, 1st 2010

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

philjonesin’s Poems (53)

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The Mechanic's 2
Don't eat the buffet 2
Carnivorous Carnival 1
Too much L.S.D. 1
Sensual Machinations 2
Gone 1
Poets Elysium 0
Tools, Lessons, Memories and Grace 1
Tonight 2
Time 0
This Time 2
The way you look. 1
The Void 0
The Stars 0
The L.S.D. Adventure 0
The Despot 0
The Demon 0
The City 0
That's just me.......... 0
Tarnished 0
Spoke the Leo to the Capricorn 0
She Said 0
Questions of faith 0
One Thousand 0
My uncle's Cat 0
My Neighbor 0
my best friend 0
Magical World part two 0
Magical World 0
Judgement Day 0
Jack and Jill 0
I'm no "G" 2
It hurts me.... 0
Insanity 0
Humanity's last days.... 0
How? 0
Hatred 1
Glass house 2
For Tammi 0
For Raina.... 0
Facilius Descensus Averno 0
Drive 1
Brother 1
Corridors 0
Rage 0
The Heart 0
Home 0
Father 0
Untitled 1
The Tragedienne 0
I Am 0
Sad Goodbye 0