What makes someone kill to save another's soul? Without first even questioning if that person was ever whole. Could you sacrifice just one innocent life for many? Even if that innocent life was to you as valuable as any. Why do some believe that a stranger is just a name? If they were not a stranger then their loss would cause you pain. Just because from a distance you are one more person to me, Does not mean that should you die your loss I would not see. Maybe that stranger who's life was spared this day, Will be the only hope we have tomorrow come what may. If we saw each life as a precious gift, Then maybe from this world the thought of terror we would lift. So judge not the diversity you see among the stars, For it is the differences that make us who we are. - Gelene Beverly

Inside there is a rising storm A simple task I must perform. Though years have passed since last I did, I swore this thing I would forbid. Now things have changed and so I must I hope my instinct I can trust. Deep breath I take before the act, But what in me will this impact? For most this is a simple thing, Blind to horrors it could bring. I have lived it so I know, Haunted by a past shadow. Shake off the scene inside my head Of friends and strangers lying dead. Eyes are open to follow through, Making sure my aim is true. Finally I pull the trigger, To me it is something bigger, This time no one has to fall, The act itself so very small. I thought it was only a game But no one returned from the flame. The things I saw on my t.v. Without redemption I could see. I cannot bring back lives I took. The reality that I forsook. In this world death’s not a game No acted thing with great acclaim. The lives I took were so much more. Their lost potential I abhor. To all that think life is a game Life that’s lost you can’t reclaim. Damage the future is the cost It is your fault forever lost. And should the world end today It came because you lost your way.

It's only words and that is all, None could cause someone's downfall. So allow me to give you a short lesson First are words that are full of aggression. obtuse, witless, dense, imbecile, dull, moronic, dolt All mean stupid and are meant to cause one to revolt. repulsive, monstrous, grotesque, vile, atrocious, horrifying All describe ugly with clear intent on what one’s implying. nugatory, meritless, despicable, no-account, waste Words that mean worthless meant to leave one disgraced. There is real power within the words we use, Most of the time we use our language only to abuse. The power of words can also be used in love and to create change, For positive reinforcement and a unifying exchange. It's time to teach the world that the hate can be overcome, If one combines words of acceptance and truth such darkness will succumb. To show the way to change the world to what it's meant to be, Let's teach it first to expand on kinder vocabulary.

Do not fear the bells sad ring, The darkness is not why they sing. And do not seek the spirits here, Just live your life without such fear. Do not cry for those departed, As new angels they have started. Hurt not for the things long past, The current years will go by fast. Never miss each mornings light, Respect it ends the dark of night. Please don't fear the bells my friend. They signal change and not the end. Gelene Beverly

My friend you're in distress, Please give me your position. I'll leave here right away And fight off opposition. I will come to your rescue swiftly, But you're lost and know not where. Then find some way to signal me With light or fire or flare. Should I reach you in a mess To find you amidst a war, I'll take up arms and fight along, Since that's what friends are for. If I find you held captive, I'd gladly take your place. For me it is a simple choice There's far worse things to face. So dear friend when you call out, I’ll promise to come through. For you are very dear to me, It's what all true friends do. Gelene Beverly PathofStars

When you say I love you, To me it’s something more. It’s not about some pleasure But a trust that’s truly pure. Depth in friendship is quite rare, And seems impossible to find. But when I think about our talks That’s all that comes to mind. When honesty rules all we do, Even when it hurts. Growth and healing can occur, Doubt to confidence converts. Love does not have to be What the world has defined. It can be something so much more, A creation that’s truth designed.