Comments on: There Will Be Blood

By: cordieb

cordieb — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:40:01 +0000

@Molly. Truth. So true, Molly. PLL, C.

By: cordieb

cordieb — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:35:04 +0000

@SurfaceEarth. Peace back at cha, my peace filled friend!!!

By: cordieb

cordieb — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:34:32 +0000

@MM. Thanks, MM. Let the healing begin!!!

By: cordieb

cordieb — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:33:49 +0000

@Paisley. Indeed. Too much blood has been shed…it’s time for healing. PLL, C.

By: cordieb

cordieb — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:33:21 +0000

@Duma Key. . . I often times wonder where all the hate comes from….. Let us concentrate on spreading joy today! PLL, C.

By: Molly

Molly — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:45:29 +0000

Yes, there will be blood. I suppose it is a matter of each of us speaking, and more importantly, being, the truth. Lovely poem, Cordieb!

By: SurfaceEarth

SurfaceEarth — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 16:39:36 +0000

Wise words Ms. Cordie.

Peace,

S.E.

By: Mental Mist

Mental Mist — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 07:41:02 +0000

beautiful and true words! especially loved

“There will be blood if we neglect to teach our young to love
There will be blood if we don’t love our neighbors, inspite of”

You are right, enough, let there be no more!

By: paisley

paisley — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:59:05 +0000

so much wisdom and truth in this piece cordie.. i for one am tired of the blood,, and feel the time is right for a change…

By: Duma Key

Duma Key — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:11:48 +0000

The image you choose is great, your words once more wise, there is to much blood to much hate and too much pain in life. I will never forget the time I travelled through France, through the parts where war was once prominant, vast craters in the land scape over grown now with grass, and I couldnt help but wonder how much blood had spilt into the soils beneath my feet, how much needless death when the voices became one, the “enemy” a face and know one knew who they were fighting anymore, just becomes a game of survival in its purest form, whilst those that start the war, and spurn the killing too sit back and lack the reasons, the power and enormity of what happened in that place, the vibe was strong like I could almost hear the pulse of the past, if I closed my eyes I could slip back and see the needless pain. Now grass grows from the blood of the lost, nature returns once more and a peace previals scared only with the tracks of man. People confuse me, may be I just dislike people, there is so much wasted time on hate, and glee in the suffering of others…….