Explication © 2008
written by Glen Yumang Manese
a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

Who am I to write about world peace?
When so much is built to destroy the meaning.
A child is asked what will you be in life?
I’ve come to terms that my words speak freely.
My mind is clear to take all actions for freedom.
Testimony to the verification that I have flaws.
A writer to the explication in using I as a whole.
In describing the ultimate unification stands at a balance.
Though I’m, but one mind with a dosage to exemplify.
My speech to the living planet, I call Earth.

Expressive to the reasons without notation in doubt.
Transparent to the colors of skin, of race, and beliefs.
Harmonious as the elements.
Of earth, of wind, of fire, of ice, and water.
Blends to create this circular domain of living wonder.
Only so briefly in the cycle of life.
Nothing is infinitely designed forever.
One day, I will rise no more.
Like a perfection is constantly seeking.
In altering the righteous path to preservation.

Conservation keeps filtering the foreground.
Collectively within the boundaries of no conflict.
Presidents, Popes, and monarchies sign decree.
Opposition conveys silence at a distance.
In setting the footprints to solid ground.
Whispers are echoes to the trials in conformity.
That the air shifts currents to expand generosity.
The light is a spark, ignited by an undying flame.
Frigid is turned into the feather clouds of holiday.
Abundance is glorified by the scenery of an ocean.

Like water flows effortlessly.
The polar poles keep frozen in place.
The sun rises and falls each day and night.
A breeze refreshes invisibly into the atmosphere.
Conditions that mark a foundation of togetherness.
The moon above offers a beacon of protection.
In looking at the sky of stars and twilight.
That I am not alone to the definition of achievement.
Though accomplishment is an everyday step.
Keeping the promises that tomorrow will be today.

That the first day is Sunday to give praise in religion.
In the separation of people is just finding a way back.
A spectrum is the basis of adapting to environment.
A language is designed in many aspects of understanding.
A question arises that only civilization can answer.
I have fallen to the turmoil of wars.
The infection of contagious disease.
The disasters of earthly weather.
Though I stand on two feet to bear witness.
Only to kneel and hope for a better bewilderment.

Actions not even these words can mend at times.
The perplexity of disagreement to suppression.
In upholding the individual rights of mankind.
Under the eyes of one controls a populace.
Blinded by the falsification of propaganda.
That manipulate sectors of society.
Only I know the mind is adaptable to change.
What is morally wrong to awaken.
What is spiritually right in the eyes of all.
Walls will crumble back to fertile earth.

The cyclone cries the laments of victims.
Soon enough the wrong must meet the right.
Pride is the greatest conviction to surrender.
Even for the enduring price of peace.
No greater glory amounts to the heart.
The taste of redemption to be brought forward.
That history is learned in a lesson to listen.
That fire can abruptly turn to ciders.
Solitary confinement is an iceberg to chisel.
What water can wash away the struggles.

Forgiveness is held up for the taking.
Isolation is a gathered mass of merger.
Unites people not to a country of origin.
An entity to call worldwide progression.
In finding reason has just cause retribution.
Fallible to the conscience of human perseverance.
Continues only with educational awareness.
That I measure the importance of each human being.
By the conditions of equality.
Respect to the values that I breathe each day.

As I lay down and sleep at night to the tranquility.
In knowing the knowledge is there for generations.
Questions nothing to a pleasant dream.
Becomes the reality of every child’s playground.
That I build castles to live in them.
Not to protect in case of hostel intent.
In raising the symbol of each dwelling.
Long after I have perished to the dust of earth.
Carries in the teaching of each individual.
Failure is not the option to recede.

Diminishes only through unknown mischief.
That the ashes which once wrote these words.
Confines within you to give the peace within you.
That I have conquered all there is to conquer.
Exception to the fact that I can end this matter.
Conceivable that the human race is not immortal.
Only mortal to the decisions that render possibilities.
Impossible, I might say to one another.
Just as impossible that a small planet has life.
So, the very reason I have written about world peace.

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