The Megaphone Of Hope For The World

What is hope?
That the megaphone will work and what needs to be said will be heard.
At first, there was creation so it is told
A big bang could have been what brought us to this promised land where life unfolds.
It's up to an individual to decide what is the truth creating paths in one's sight.
In the realm of thought, we have full control
Awareness is the key to unlock the unseen door
Cross the threshold or walk on in
It only starts when you allow it to begin. (cre8tivity)

test, 1,2,3 is this thing on? broadcasting
from the labyrinth beyond culture and society,
An echo from eternity, we hold these truths are self-evident,
that we all one, that the war is over because there was never a war
we have lost our way and vision of deep reality but
the pulsating motions of the Sun turn the world, and
pulls the planets and everything is alright forever and ever (Satorid)

Here we are blasting hope to the world
Depressing the button
Hoping to reach all the shut ins
Shout it out loud, what's up yo
Hear us out, let's go (FrostedRose)

A crowd of multitude, waiting for a message to descend upon them.
The megaphone in my possession. I ponder on the timely message,
that can pierce through the darkest ages of repression.
As I survey this audience of diversity, I realize if I project to them,
I miss the target. For I am the target. They are the bystanders.
I proceed with no caution. What is it that can split this coarse of our division?
Why is failure so persistent? How come we are ever so fluently presented
with answers and seldom with questions? Why is it that you depend on my wisdom
for your salvation, when I too cower in query. What are the solutions?
I wish I had the answers. All I have for you are questions to burn your aching soul,
questions to set the present answers in flames of radical frenzy.
Now that I have your attention. It is not my place to deliver an answer
that many of you are not prepared for. It is my understanding to tear down the walls of identity.
What you know, is what will imprison you. What comforts you, is what will paralyze you.
What you are not allowed to question, leaves you with less answers.
I am aware of the avenues of potential. What is it worth, to drive on that pavement
if the toll is your destruction. It is this metaphor that burns through the film of inactivity. (Khaliq Sim)

In this casing I've crafted from fiberglass and failure, I am no one you know, but my arms are wide open. My coccooned slumber is my only escape from megaphone-blasted serrated words meant to pierce aortas, through the skin and ribs of us leathery pions. The knives are small - they stab gently, slow enough for death to pour and dry like resin. Lie with me as the sounds of the aristocracy behind the megaphones continue. We'll listen to the little word-daggers ping off the fiberglass like coins falling into an empty bucket. We'll place our hands over each others faces and we won't have to remember to breathe. You are my air, and I am yours anyway. (MuseWithScissors)

Nervous to say what needs to be said
I put the megaphone down—instead.
The hope that I have isn’t found in a shout
But rather in whisper, in waiting, and in going without.

This hope can be seen in the way we combine—
How we love, how we help, how we redeem the time.
This hope can be felt in the gentlest touch—
The wisp of warm lips a miraculous must.
This hope can be heard in the rustling of dawn—
In the last fading moments of dreams foregone.
This hope has the flavor of warm evening milk—
Bringing the peace for bridges to be built.
This hope has the scent of winter’s first breeze—
Birthing chills of excitement and flirtations that tease.

Hope is a place that most certain is found
in the regions of risk where love is unbound. (Brett)

Yo, did this project die like my hope in humanity
Failing to lead to greater extremes of prosperity
Identity steeped in generosity
Let's find motivation to be driven by altruistically saturated thoughts
Pieces of peace trickling through being fought for the only war is against division
Unity of the artist heart with the intellectual's brain
Fighting against everything staying the same

Wake up, did we all choose to go to sleep?
Wake up, are we lost swimming in the deep?(FrostedRose)

there is no hope without wrestling with despair
there is a deep, deep joy in the struggle
not much pleasure, (wake up, wake up)

but taste the whole of love supreme
is bittersweet like the blood running down my crown
it has sharp edge like the words that float from my tongue

the only way to be found is to get lost
the tragedy is where we find the comedy
of the deep unity of all humanity... (Satorid)