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THIS IS WHY I CAME

They came to the orphanage, I wasn't thinking too much;
Until they looked into my eyes, And I felt their touch.

An incredible connection, This kind of love I'd never seen;
Things were happening so fast, What does all this mean?

Adopted into the family, Thoughts of despair fled;
My Father's arm around me, I'll never forget what he said:

You have a hope and a future, You don't have to be afraid;
I've planned out everything, Preparing for this day.
Here's your new clothes, I'm giving you my name;
You belong to my family, Son, This is why I came!

One Sunday in church, I wasn't thinking too much;
Until I heard the preacher say, Everyone needs a crutch.

At first it didn't make sense, To think I was broken and lame;
My sins had separated me, I was a spiritual orphan in shame.

I bowed my head right then, Trusted Christ in my heart;
I wanted to belong to Jesus, And have a new start.

Adopted into the family, Thoughts of despair fled;
My Father's arm around me, I'll never forget what he said:

You have a hope and a future, You don't have to be afraid;
I've planned out everything, Preparing for this day.
Here's your new cloths, I'm giving you my name;
You belong to my family, Son; This is why I came!

60 years have now passed, I wasn't thinking too much;
Felt a strange pain in my chest, Grabbed hold of the hutch.

The ambulance came, They started working on me;
I was losing the fight, but I was so ready to be free.

Adopted into the family, Thoughts of despair fled;
My Father's arm around me, I'll never forget what he said:

You have a hope and a future, You don't have to be afraid;
I've planned out everything, Preparing for this day.
Here's your new cloths, I'm giving you my name;
You belong to my family, Son, This is why I came!

Sponsor:Kelly Deschler
Contest Name: Men Only 
Form: Ballad Poem
Date: 4-18-14


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Indian Girl

--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On the day she was born, the wind blew in, 
A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens
A  gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim

Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls
Pocahontas, one of her many names. 
She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl, 
Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin
Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man 
Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands,

Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman, 
A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero, 
Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion
In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin
Her new look, attained an altitude precision
Pocahontas, tricked and captured, 
Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over, 
Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands

Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious
"The naughty one," searching for admission
Native American child, before princess, 
Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning
Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless
Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision 
Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands

by;PD


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Spring Fever

’Tis Spring (this is the real title, which I am unable to post this way in the title heading) Rejuvenate! ’Tis spring. Cruel winter’s lost its cling. We wake across this earth To welcome its rebirth. Give praise and with a joyful voice sing. ’Tis time of spring. Rejoice! Reverence with glad noise. In flowered meadows meet To dance with merry feet. Bring lutes, flutes, drums and resonant voice. Reflect. Again. . . ’tis spring. Robin’s on the wing. Lean upon a fruited tree. Hear the drone of honeybee. Breathe the bloom of lovely lilac sprig. ’Tis time. Reconcile. Greet each creature with a smile. As Christ for us bled tears To banish our worst fears, See everyone as God’s dear child. ’Tis season to re-grow. Heed nature’s lead below. Each gift you have to nourish Must be shared to flourish. Replenish bounties God did you bestow.


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Down Forgotten Paths

We walk down 
    forgotten paths 
on the way to 
     eternity 
Ancient stone structures 
   line the path 
We feel the weight 
   of the years 
on our shoulders 
  We experience a sense 
      of deja - vu momentarily 
Surely we have walked this road before
    But no, we soon realize
we soon realize we have never gone 
    before 
and that it is the way we must go 
and that we must hurry for we have a date
    with destiny 


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Red of fire

Red of fire Reddish fire in place of loins, Fiery hell to thee enjoins, Kundalini coiled it waits, until, Opened doors the chakras willed, Enjoined to feet of clay. Orange door is very bright, Growing larger orange sight, Fill your mind yes until, Strength of purpose is your will, That’s right. Yellow blossoms brightest day, Cast the very blue away, Brighter still to make you blink, It be written, don’t let it shrink, The spirit is in play. Green of heart the healing mill, Help your fellow man until, The darkness gone, from night, Lift spiritual from the blight, enjoin the great God’s will. Blue of throat the hearing feel, Sound of others gone, revealed, Light blue veil is unsealed, Therein, within the night, Hearing is our right. Purple smoke the eyes beheld, Image seen, ding dong the bells, Danger comes as seen ther-in, In the purple flashes dim, It is your birthright. Kundalini seeks the light, From top of head a glowing white, Understanding fruit of gall, Aura glowing nine feet tall, A spiritual delight. We do have these swirling chakras, these spiritual devices… Don Johnson


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rolled Durham smoke - Ballad


It transferred like bequest's constrain;
the ghostly harbor - my sixth sense,
men's goals had died, on lives' expense,
- this notion bothered me again.

Had sent the mail - my filed advice -
the ghosts of gunmen who have died,
on moors they stood yonside old pride,
- the Rider asked his deathly price.

In air he thumped, his rhythm - gust waves;
demanding cruel new death toll;
in town each woman wore black stole,
the 'killed in duel' dwell in graves;

The Rider hummed - our vessel moored
inside this port on Nueces' edge,
much red was shed on cypress sedge
- my instincts sharpened and inured.

Tall stood he on the wharf - I knew
the wind whipped ropes upon head-mast,
- we drew the guns; he lifted fast;
my two guns bucked debt-law to ensue.

I felt the slug - he moved across,
already-a-ghost, on moors he stood;
I tasted blood - got up - I should,
with red drops staining grass and moss.

I saw her standing on the field
amid red poppies and tall trees,
her thought became my holy shield,
bestowed thenceforth, her grace in breeze.

She spread her arms and called me eft,
above the clouds to Astral Halls
athwart stood gunman - fast and deft
in Tombstone, Mobile and Sioux Falls.)

I rolled and lit a Durham smoke
with children watching me round-eyed;
that March, (I thought), a gunman died,
I heard bells' knell and two crows croak.

© G.V. 07-18-2013
(Ballad - Iambic tetrameter)

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Ballad (old/new)
Deadline: 12/28/2013


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CIRCLES OF EAGLES

On sunlit wings 
I travelled 
High above the earth, 
in the realm of spiritual beings 

Mighty mountains 
and cool streams 
Azure oceans 
I live my dreams 
I live my emotions 

I am but a feather, 
beginning to fly 
My body 
My heart, 
carried high 

Clouds of purest snow 
Golden sun 
I passed below 

Another day, 
in the blue 
You could have it too 
Come up if you may 

Circles of eagles, 
in the blue 
You are all with me too 
High above, 
clouds of purest snow 
Together we flew 

Such love, 
in such golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
above clouds of purest white 

The higher I flew 
I met people I lost too 
My father, 
wings aglow 
Beside me, 
golden bright 
Circles of eagles 
High in the light 

A spiritual place, 
high above 
Touching space 
Such love, 
in golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
in flight 


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THE GIFT

It's so dark 
Why not close my eyes
My spirit whispers
You'll miss the sunrise
Life's so unfair
Why not just despair 
My spirit whispers
You'll miss the one who cares

The world may be grinding down
But my spirit's not giving up
The masses may wear a frown
But I'll always have enough

It's so bleak
Why not throw in the towel
My spirit whispers
Your moment is now
It's so cold
Why not hibernate 
My spirit whispers
That would be a mistake

The world may be filled with rage
But my spirit won't conform
Mind control a prison cage
But my spirit's free to transform

It is what it is
My spirit will define the word
So I can make sense of it
When the world says it's up-surd 

So while the world is filled with hate
I've never truly loved more
They say the planet's growing late
But my spirit sees dawn at my door

Dawn's at my door
Dawn's at my door

Dawn's at my door

*Through Christ, the spirit within sees life from a different perspective!

Contest: Verlena's "The Gift"
Date: 9-3-14
Poet: Lyric Man


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A New Day

I might sparkle in the night but I'm not the only star you might not see them in the sky it depends on where you are Am I the only light in your eyes that makes you smile when you cry if your favorite's what you say don't you blink it might fade away Only when we give everything we're truly ready for better things we invite ourselves off to drift the steam rises and our spirits lift Follow me, into sun sets be brave and strong with no regrets and when the sea takes the light we'll find a new day after the night there's still a new day after the night


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Star Child

Constellations in my eyes;
Windows they're said to be.
Look into them now, and tell me what you see.

Calling every angel born in Hell:
"A child of the stars looking for his soul to sell.
So few are left to be birthed of Orion's Belt."

Soon they came; rulers of every layer.
Each to make their offer, 
And leave their summoning prayer. 

"Centuries of wisdom, and a mind that holds no time.
The past, present, and future are all close friends of mine,
And the Titans of the Universe I stand so close behind."

They opened all my wounds to taste how I have suffered,
Shamed me for my scars and all that I've recovered. 
Then mocked me for my weakness, known only as 'The Lover'.

"It is forbidden for us to deal a soul of the cosmos,
And you taunt us for what you wish to sell.
But we've found something in you to make us heroes down in Hell."

You are protected by forces greater than your own.
Should any God or Demon make you bow before him,
Death would surely find his throne.

It's your heart that we desire, and the love that you still hold.
Grant us this purity and surely you'll have more than this world can hold.
Let it be known that your heart is the heaviest to hold.

Surely it is quite the burden to bear.
So strange in it's nature, let us free you from it's wear.
Success will quickly follow and embrace you in it's care."

Yes! Take from me all that you desire!
No longer will I suffer in it's muck and it's mire!
Do with it what you will in the cold and the fire!

With their prize, they left with no hesitation.
Legion upon legion; Hells' United Nations.
All for their Master and all in celebration.

Lowly creatures is what they're cursed to be.
They know me by many names, they know me by many faces.
And my heart I've sold on every occasion. 

Fools! Surely they must know!
That every heart I give away
Brings me the love that stays.


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Lift a Spirit

It is that of a persons heart to which we live. The pain and suffering but at the same time the happiness that exist in the world. It is only human that we feel what we feel and act the way we do at times. But it is the most inner soul's being we strive to be who we really are. We all want the right person in life,the finer things we struggle, for dreams we find crush everyday as we fight just to merely exist and get by in life. But the love we have in ourselves is remarkable and untouch as we are what God wants us to be. No one said life be easy and he sure didnt make us sin free due to eve and the poison she brung upon this earth. But man is man as we face our weaknesses everyday as most strive to be better in some way and others just turning pure devilest ways. Its there we share the same dreams really you and me. You see,I am no different for if you cut; we all bleed the same color of red through our vains. But always stand tall and strong in your beliefs and doings in life, just as long as you know your right. But be not afraid to face the truth and consequinces of our actions. Its only God you have to answer to and no one else in life control the path you walk but that of a higher power. Sometimes,just be a friend of encouragement to one another and dont try preaching all time cause you saving no one. You just beating the bush with words that are loud but hearts that are hard. But be a friend cause that's one thing none us truely really have. Cause think about it, even they stab you in the back. But lift up a spirit even with a smile cause there be the true happiness and God's way of showing he care when he gave you love.


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Black isn't our name its Beautiful

Being black is not just a figure of speech

Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek

Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation

While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations

Being black isn't as bad as it may look

Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook

Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience

Our original nature made us uniquely

Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities

Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see

The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society

And need no help to raise our family

just equality

Even with methods that was used to torment us

"We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us

"By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil

Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil

Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials

They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us

And install hate inside our mental

Through dis associating our past & segregating our class

Degenerating our creative intentions

Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions

So Trust

All we got is us

Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach

They figure since we was enslaved & freed

Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach

We paved the way to preach

So to prove their unintelligent

They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts

Pardon my speech


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Memories Linger

Memories Linger
	Soft and sweet, so little and tender,
I pray again someday we’ll meet.	
Memories that seem so far away, replay in my mind again today.
Giggles sound as your tender touch is felt!
	Then and there to here and now prayers form;
bringing memories back into sight.
Soft and sweet, my little angel plays. 
Breathe it in; smells' baby soft from memories past, 
unfold and bloom!	
Until we meet again, memories forever linger of my little angel.

Debbie Knapp
10/23/2013


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Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamed

The dream I had was all in white
As pure as driven snow
And the whiteness of it all
Did bring me down quite low
There was something very scary there 
In the whiteness of it all
The sameness there in everything
Kind of drove me up the wall.

I looked into the neighbours yard
As the sun was shining bright
I heard an infant screaming loud
There bathed within the sunlight
Was parked a pram upon the lawn
Which glowed with mystery
My mother’s passion was aroused
I took a look to see

I peeped into that pure white pram 
A babe was lying there
All swaddled in a pure white shawl
Just white was everywhere
The whole wide world, Was beamed in light
It was a scary feel 
I found myself in corridors 
This place it seemed unreal.

Each corridor was long and winding
Like serpents, in my dream
And everywhere were locked, white rooms
This place to me it seemed
Like a hospital, insane asylum
Or something of this kind
I just ran round, and round, and round
With panic in my mind.

I could not find my room at all
And every one I asked
Just looked at me with blank expressions
It was a mammoth task
Trying to find where I was at
It almost drove me mad
And then I saw my. Daughter there
And boy! this made her glad.

She handed me the baby
And told me loudly “Take it”
And then I woke up from my sleep
It made me think a bit
As to what this dream was all about
It was the strangest dream
I’d love to get into my mind
And find out what it means.

28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs.


Serious.


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Pegasus And The Unicorn

On a clear blue night
A shadow flies across the sky
Silhouetted on a beaming moon
Silver wings of a pegasi
In the night of magic
On a mountain path
Step four golden hooves
And a single horn
On a unicorn's head moves
In the night of magic
Unicorn stands brave and tall
As the pegasus a moonlit path
And the two meet on hidden ground
In the night of magic
Folded wings gently brush
The Unicorn's silken mane
And their eyes shine brightly
With a loving glow of fame
In the night of magic
Moonlight Rendezrvous 
Of two magical creatures
The luminescence of love
Shines on their shaply features
In the night of magic
You are that Unicorn
And I am the pegasus


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He lives in me

Where does God lives
Up there or within me
If there is God in the sky
Why can't he hear my cry
Why can't he feel my pain
He has eyes but can't see
He has ears but can't hear
Why must i live in fear
If he is a good  judge
Why is his world unfair
May be there is no reason
In living justly
Being truthfully and uprightly
Why should he discriminate  against me
Why can't he save me
If he is my protector
Evil men became richer and stronger
May be living a good life
Is my failure
Who will be a good door keeper
Is it God or my neighbor
If people around me
Are not truthful and helpful
why won't life be 
so painful and stressful


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The Perfect Woman

An honest smile and truthful eyes
A road slinger who loves a surprise
A worker who dreams of the world
Needs the road and loves a whirl

Understands my past and hers
Comfortable with herself in showers
Loves good vibes and the bad
Appreciates the love and even the sad

Wants more to life than bottom line
Takes a random hint as a sign
Embraces silence for it is rare
Take a chance, perfect woman, if you dare


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Only The Beginning

Only the Beginning 

Do not weep for me
For now it is heaven I see
Glorious fields of green 
And oceans blue
Twinkling Stars in the sky
On angels’ wings I now fly
Do not weep for me my darling one
I am forever in your heart
Heaven – once a mystery 
Is now just a start
And once again we shall meet
Until that time comes
Smile for me
Dance for me
Be light on your feet
For when you think of me
I’ll be thinking of you


Jennifer Leigh Turner 


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A BALLAD

Unity of mind, body, and spirit the qualifier of love
Statuette 
Statue
The wedding vows

If you love somebody, let him know.
When life is short, why would you not explode?
Whispering in his ear about your heart,
he will assume it’s an inner voice.

If you love somebody, shout it to the world.
Share time with that person so he will know.
Tell him via intimate words.
Write him a love poem.

When life is short, why would you not be a bombshell?
Spread your wings like a butterfly you are beautiful.
Make him recognize what he has.
Humor his mind make him laugh.

When you love somebody, superimpose.
Take control of his soul.
Lay above all his meants. 
Create an ambiance he wants to be within.

If you love someone, find his passions.
Don’t allow negative stressors.
Time is of the essence.
Figurine - shape your bust all he wants is to be loved.
_________________________________________|
Penned on May 12, 2014!


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Beware of Your Shadow

When everything and everyone repel from you
Because of the evil you emanate,
Your hushed shadow always stays with you-
It stays true like a son, or a loving dog,
right at your heels, never talking.
Speechless as a stick.

But beware
When that very Shadow starts stalking you
Since it has had enough of your evil stench
There is nowhere else to self conceal....

For you will Look over your shoulder
And it will still be there, there and there-
Like the eery ghost of the victim you gutted.

You will Shiver and thin and thin
As teeth quiver and rattle in a blink
While that Shadow will but rub its nebulous hands
and grin, grin, grin,
And with cold-eyes, whisper-
"Till death do us part, buddy,
I shall Haunt you to death."


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A River of Water of Life



" A River of Water of Life ... "

( Based On Revelation 22: 1 )



A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering Trees, Whose Leaves Cure Those Once Damned

(Rev. 22: 3)
For No More Will There Be Any Curse
When A River of Water of Life, Flows On Earth
From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering The Healing-Harvest For All GOD's Humans

... Drinking From A River of Water of Life



And We Will Splash & Play In Rainbows & Swim
By The River of Water of Life, Clear As Crystal Gems
Where On The River's Sides, Grows Trees of Fruited-Limbs
Basking In The Glorious, Loving Light of  HIM

... and We'll Be Singing Hymns - By A River of Water of Life



As A River of Water of Life ...
Will Replenish Earth's Eden - Paradise
From The Source - JEHOVAH God  &  King Jesus Christ
Where The Whole World Is Fully Blessed & Baptized ...

By A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Refreshing All Those, As Grateful As I Am ...

For A River of Water of Life ...


      Written & Copyrighted ©:  2/20/2014
                 by:  MoonBee  Canady




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Listen

Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.


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HIS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

HIS AROMA KEEPS ME WANTING MORE FOR HE IS THE ONE THAT I LOVE AND ADORE.

HIS PRESENCE IS WELL KNOWN TO ME IT KEEPS ME GROUNDED AND I HAVE BEEN SET FREE.

HIS LOVE OVERSHADOWS ALL THAT IS UNCLEAN AND UNREAL.

FOR HIS LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT I CAN FEEL.

I WANT MORE OF HIM AND MORE OF HIS LOVE.

MORE OF HIS AROMA FOR THERE IS NO ONE LIKE HIM.

HE IS ONE OF A KIND A SPIRITUAL BEING THAT IS NOT HARD TO FIND.

HE FLOWS IN HIS LOVE FOR ALL TO SEE HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON SO WE COULD BE
FREE.

I CRAVE FOR HIM AND ALL THAT HE HAS TO GIVE FOR I AM NOT WORTHY OF ANYTHING 
THAT HE HAS TO GIVE.

HIS FRAGRANCE IS SWEET AND PLEASANT TO ME.

WHEN I AM IN HIS PRESENCE I AM FREE.

HIS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS UNDENIABLE, UNEXPLAINABLE AND TRUE TO MY SOUL.

HIS LOVE IS THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD.


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White light of healing

White light of healing See yourself in mind of eye, Christ spirit is a drawing nigh, Bright of white a flowing through, Black blockages a changing too, The healing power of white, The lords love and his might, A healing, just for you! White of light with tint of blue See it filling all of you, Casting woe, depression, it, Washed away, white light, Tom-Tit, Till there is no more blue, The lords light filling you, To make you well and fit! Spirit in your body holds, Nasty blocks from days of old, White light can banish this, Black blockage is dismissed, White of light takes hold And you are good as gold, Your spirit would insist! Don Johnson We are spiritual beings who inhabit an imperfect human body, we can use our spiritual being to improve our health by removing the black blockages, By seeing it happen in our minds eye…


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My Name is Violet

I'm social,
filled with compassion,
sensitive to forms of pollution,
but creative who seeks out inspiration.

I am a mystery,
born with the blood of royalty,
recognized of high nobility, 
as wealth surrounds me with luxury,
A dreamer who dreams upon reality,
connecting with the world spiritually an physically.

I am a person who seeks the meaning of life,
the balance between its darkness an light,
I am a person who dreams of accomplishments,
I am someone who desires love an fulfillment,
I am someone you can reasoned with,
I am known as Ms. Violet.


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Higher

Power and empower,
	The higher of me over the lower
	The higher of me over the lower
		The higher of me over my lower.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Survey Of A Happy Life

Survey Of A Happy
life.

The question I was
asking:
The couple answered;
it's Good-Flavorful
and lasting.
It is fun and
uplifting
it's giving and
sacrificing
It is easy to
Identify
if you know the
signs.

Reciprocating,unselfish
It is hushed kisses,
smooth caresses
gentle movements
that induce deep-
gutted moans
it is pillow talk
and long walks-

A blood rush to
cheeks.
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
It's thanking
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.

And for our,
grandchildren
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
the
presence of their
eyes.
Enduring and over-
looking each
failure.
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
Ump-tenth time.

The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
withstand disasters.
Escaping cracks
and sink holes...

We who know,know
the value of
these...
Also we see the
importance of
laughter.
We knew how to live
-
we knew love then
and shall, in the
hereafter.!


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Dakota Skies Part 2

Earlier than usual, for the pigs have broken free from their pen,
We are allowed to quit the milking because someone must get them.
The excitement of getting to be with her sets us to a run
But when we discover the pigs, we know that it is done. 
From the woodpile we gather two-by-fours with which we lay into 
The backs of the wild beasts because it is all we can think to do.
They had formed a circle around her, pushing and pulling her pain
Her hind legs were strings of blood and bone, little did remain.
With curses of Christian children we hurled into the wind 
We chased the beasts away from her, beating them for their sin.
Though her cries had quieted to whispers, she was crying still 
And this time we cried with her, for we knew the what will.
Mother, we asked for the gun, but father was not home.
Mother, we asked for the knife, but the good knives would not be won.
My brother made me wait inside so I ran to the kitchen window
And perched myself on the sink, pulling the curtain low.
He sat with her head curled in his lap in the shade of the old tree, 
Crying into the warmth of her neck and then to set her free
His small arms around her neck and his unanswered cries 
Echoing across the plains and through the cold Dakota skies.

2/25/14


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The Light

This fear runs deep
	And I’m rotting to the core,
My somnolent heart sinks me down
	And I’m so distant from the shore.

Sometimes I blissfully sit by the window
Just to watch the time pass me by,
And the sudden arrest of despair jails all of my hope 
As I wretchedly loose my alibi.

Dear Angel of mercy
	How do I turn my light on?
How do I foresee 
	All the precious moments that are already gone?

In the midst of pain and despair
	All I have left but truth and dare,
I know life ain’t fair
	But don’t know if I care.

Still, I want to dive deep into the Holy
	And rise up spirit high,
I want to light up my darkness
	And noble my days before I die.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

I wonder why aliens stay secret
While the elites play with their demons
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

Secret basses on the moon
keeping the public in doom
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

The most holy of symbols
The Pentagram is quite simple
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

Unite us as one
Like the stars align the sun 
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

Grab your stun gun
It gonna be a tough one
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

03\21/2014


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Finding the spirit and the truth within

This poem came from verse two of the ‘Gospel of Saint Thomas’. This is one of the gospels that the church did not want us to see. How can the ambitious ones who want power over us, rule us if we know that salvation comes through looking within. Not just from belief. I bought this gospel, and was pleasantly surprised. Jesus says in this gospel what the Buddha, Lao Tzu, and many other great spiritual leaders, Say. This is the way I live my life searching for the truth within. I will never ever just believe. Not too many people know about this Gospel. The church has done well in hiding it from us…….Peter

Finding your own truth.

Jesus said to the people
So very long ago
{He really loved to teach these folk
He wanted them to know]
‘Let they who seek, keep on searching
Until one day he finds.
When he finds, he will be troubled
It will astound his mind.

When astonishment touches you
Over all you then will rule
You must seek then to discover
The truth so wonderful
As you realize the spirit
That dwells so deep within 
And know within your own experience
The truth beyond the din.

It is not enough to follow
The truth that’s found by others
No one else can give you truth
Whether sisters, or your brothers
Each person must discover it
And find salvation too
Through the liberation of his soul
That’s what we all must do

7 February 2014 @1323hrs.




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What can I say

I know I wrote about Richard before, but his words have inspired me so much with his beautiful words of wisdom and truth. I don't know much about poetry, but I know wisdom when I see it, and this is what this world needs so badly.


What can I say

What can I say
I read his wondrous words
They bring my tears a flowing out
Each part of me is stirred
He writes in simple English
Yet reaches to my soul
I read the words or Richard Nnole
And they make me feel so whole.

I know I’ve wrote about him
In a poem once before
And yet I have to write again
To tell you all, once more
That with the wisdom words he writes
He so inspires me
He speaks of life, and love, and light
And thrills me endlessly

Ten languages this man has learned
While I struggle with one
His wisdom is a rare delight
And when all’s said and done
I place him on a pedestal
I’ve not done this before
But I’m addicted to his poems
Each day, I love them more.

26 June 2014 @ 0811hrs.


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How the I Ching came about

How the ‘I Ching’ came about.

Once there lived a wise old man
His name, it was Lau Tzu
This man he lived in ancient China
And what he loved to do
Was watch the birds, and all the beasts
And watch the rivers flow
He had no time for the foolish ones
Who’d say these words ‘I know!’

Folk would come from miles around
To hear this old man speak
Hanging on to every word
For they had come to seek
The secret of their lives, through him
Though he had naught to say
Except to flow just like a river
And live your life today.

One day he made to go and live
Where the forests, they grew wild
But he was stopped there at the gate
For the guards he had beguiled
They made him stop and write a book
Before they’d let him go
That’s how the ‘I Ching’ came about
A book to help folk grow.

26 December 2013 @ 1130hrs.


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Fire

My wrecked soul has been in the gutter; lost in the faithless damned shadow,
Still in search of wider nights, but days are all windingly narrow.


When the heart is corrupt, it becomes easier for the fear to sink in,
In the midst of distant light, darkness slowly kicks in.


How do I set myself free, free from the wraths of temptation?
The stepping stone to my mystic throne lies in the power of salvation.


Blessed by the power of choice, I must union my will and desire,
I know I can bail out from hell, only if I stop chasing the fire.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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THE GHOST OF HUMAN KINDNESS

While walking through the graves at
midnight
I met the ghost of human kindness,
He used to hold this world together,
He used to be the rope to bind us.

But human nature fought against him,
Human nature took his soul,
Without the touch of human kindness
It seems the world has lost control.

I chased the ghost of human kindness
Over plots, around gravestones,
But he slipped through skinny fingers
And hid beneath the dust and bones.

The graves stood to attention
Like the army in the spirit
But human kindness would do battle
And fight his way through it.

Human nature took control
And he was evil to the core,
No one would be loveable again
The world had become no more.

See human kindness fears to trust,
But most of all fears resurrection,
And without the ghost of human
kindness
The world it is without protection. 

So human kindness has the way
Of showing evil the door,
And the world we all live in,
Will be loved forever more. 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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The Thought Splinters

What's in writing?
What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch?
What is the science of this art?
Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within this solemn form of art? 
The little magic of letters, the funny games between the lines…..
The kinship of paragraphs and hence the literal tribute to the risk that architects the inner thoughts that gloriously shapes the unyielding passion for a literary style and way of life.

Behind the veil of shadow charmed words, dwells the writer-man.
Who, armed with pen, tirelessly searches beneath the debris of feelings and desires,
And simply treasures the moments that designs this lissome piece of art. 
Composing words
With skilled engineering of ideas that run down through the alleyways of mind…..
The writer-man illustrates the canvas where emotions are drawn,
Reflections are sketched,
And tales are told with human color and ardent strokes.

All those whispers of the little voice inside…
Wondering around the spaces between fiction and reality…
And all the conversation between the mind, heart and all the musings of the soul, 
Where do they all go?
Locked up in the bubble of time?
Chained up by the codes of life?
Surely, beings in us desperately struggle to breathe in this secular sphere of ever expanding confusion. 

In the quest for freedom, the spirit in us excavates our very soul, 
And vibrantly surfs on the waves of emotions and loans ear to the assembly of million thoughts that continually circle around our misconstrued mind.
And often by the shape of words
These inner thoughts find their way out,
As they gently sail through our consciousness and make their way into the light. 

The alchemy of alphabets allows us to have a glimpse of ourselves by streaming down soul's rearview mirror. 
And the key to enter upon the realm of words lies on the urge of willingness to declare the innersole and the ultimate self. 
Penning down the casual percepts and the untamed imagination could always open up the magical door to an unpredictable certainty. 
Dodging the reality it creates a sense of belonging in a world,
That is designed to fit the shape of one’s true conscience,
Whether simple or mystical,
It surely travels right at the heart route. 

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Desire

Here comes the stellar starry night
And know the tear-drop of thunder, 
Ocean-fills the deepest desire…..
And in this stepping stone to the blessed rising
I zeal my restless hour,
Kicking lust into your venomous fire.

Right there, see, at the edge of the darkness
The devil lurks his demons
To cast the deathly shadow of the blackened spell,
The illusions of darkness vs. the divine calling of the instinctive impulse…
By tooth and nails, the army of Saint n’ Sinners, 
All battle for heaven n’ hell.

But praise the solitude that cures the loneliness
And hear the howling of the horizon
Echoing at the majestic distance,
I close my eyes and commence my journey beyond this trivial time and space
As I know all is well and sure will be, 
Right here, at the glimpse of this instance.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.











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DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES

Do you believe in miracles?
I do with all of my heart.
One miracle stands apart,
The birth of our Saviour, 
Jesus Christ.
He was born that first 
Christmas night.
 
He was born to a virgin 
bride
He came that we ourselves 
might
Believe in Him and receive 
eternal life.
He was living at His Father’s 
side
Until one cold winter night

When he left His Father’s 
side
To rescue us and give us 
new life.
We were perishing and dying
Because of our sinful lives
He saw the pain in His Father’s 
eyes

When he realized our sinful 
plight.
He heard the Father’s sad 
sighs
As he looked for a fit sacrifice
And realized there was none 
in sight.
He asked his Father what kind 
of sacrifice

It would take to pay the price.
His Father looked at Him through 
tearful eyes
He said it must be a sin-free 
sacrifice
From someone who is willing to 
die
For the sins of the world, a terrible 
price.

Once again, His Father let out a 
sad sigh.
Then Jesus Christ said I will pay 
the price.
I will go down there and give my 
own life
I will die for them. I will be the 
sin-free sacrifice.
Then, they will no longer have to 
die

And be eternally separated from 
you and I.
So, He came to us that first 
Christmas night.
He came as a babe, to grow and 
live a sin-free life.
Never had the world seen a child 
so wise.
They were amazed to be taught 
by a child

Who saw the world through his 
Father’s eyes.
He performed many miracles in 
their lives.
And yet, they accused him and 
cursed Him to die
Not knowing that He was there for 
such a sacrifice.
And then He returned to His Father, 
with victorious eyes.

This is the miracle began on that 
first Christmas night
And because of him, we can live 
victorious lives
And someday be welcomed to 
our Father’s side
Because we have accepted and 
received the Sacrifice
Made by our Lord and Saviour, 
Jesus Christ.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON
 


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The Blossoming of Faith

Gone are the days of troubled waters
	And the triumph awaits me in the scenic euphoric height,
Hence fades away the hammer-storm from the land of the gutters
	As the wish-desire propels the destined splendor of my flight.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Stood the test of thighs

Examined, verdict, weak
Examined, verdict, weak 
Third attempt, the verdict is weak 
How different man are you, from an animal that can't curb his crave?
What man are you, who can't perceive his grave?
This is not for the swift
If leaders couldn’t hide
What hope is left for followers to win this fight?
Wives made peace and to love weak characters
For even the mountain boys fell victim to the battle of thighs
Mad blind man, although lost, he thinks he can see
Strong man, look at how weak is thy strength

I saw the wise fall on his knees
Calling on the Spirits to keep his household in peace
The blind fighting with mind
Though this is not a subject of might

Ran over the entire bloodline
Yet in the midst of the highest thigh-attention the Young man has ever seen
I see the once-thought fallen bloodline trample over heads of sin
To the old blood with much love and the rest of my father’s clan with honour and respect
Your downfall was the lack of knowledge
You blessed us with the spell; we were heirs to the throne of a curse
Yet we don't love you any less
	The old was blind, but the new sees
All the confusion behind the sour taste of the age twenty four
You were not animals, for you were ashamed to harm
The new holds tight to Son of man’s arm
My fight in this darkness is nearly done
My daughters and son, long before you come
Blessed are you, for you are the seed of the blood of the saved
My cursed blood was snatched from the grave
Not because the heart was brave
But the heavens were willing to save
As you flow through a life less severe challenges
Forget not the one things that never changes
The story of your bloodline
We were born fallen victims of the world's shameful curse
And failed the test of thighs
The entire six was examined and the verdict was weak
The entire six was examined and the verdict was weak
But on the last attempt, the verdict was strong
Say thank you, Thank you, Jesus
The bloodline has passed the test of thighs


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For These, Child

With a sigh you breathe in heartache’s chill;
Locked in battles, you’ll remain trialled,
Stealing breaths from a grip that sure breaks will –
Why waste your tears on pain, child?

Grass scratching your back, sun kissing your skin,
The pure way someone you pleased smiled,
Music that plays chords that bleed deep within –
Here, spill your soul for these, child.

Let tears cool your cheeks as you sing, and show
YOU could make a moment to weep for – while
Your gifts and strengths are everything to know
You’ll love the life that’s yours, child.

For you’ll live the dreams you love so much
And learn sweet laughter when they fly wild;
In each goal you’ll shatter, every heart you touch
You never will quite die, child.

Copyright (c) Silverla StMichael 1998 (previously published under a prior pen name Sherry May Curnock)


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Revelation

And then came the moon-cherry night
	Under the sun-lit sky…
From the very ruins of the ancient lost,
	Commenced the renaissance of the surreal high.

The cosmic consciousness 
	And the revelation of the Blue Eyes,
In tune with my courage, faith and desire
	I skin my soul from the mortal disguise.

The path of sacrifice  
Leads to the steadfast glory,
True to myself 
And the history will write my story.

From “Stairway to heaven” 
	To “Highway to hell”
I rock-solid my heart,
	With sacred prayers from the wishing well.

The language of the dark
	Sings along with the melody of the light,
The warmth of the left
	Even-lasts with the power of the right.

All alone in this hope-filled hour
I bury my mourning cynical,
Together through eternity, my master and I,
Epic-sculpt our mythical. 


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.




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The Mystic Rain

In comes the flash of thunder right at the blink of wonder
And I resurrect my kingdom in between heaven and hell,
The magic of my force will enchant all my windows and doors
And the often of seldom will epic the legends of the tale.

Higher and higher, up and beyond, into the mystic greater distant…..
Trust in my heart, manifest the great start, and be in the presence of this instant.
In league with I, my strongest ally, leading all circles to the front and centre
At the gates of the holy, by the command of my one and only,
			Through my light-consciousness I solemnly enter. 

The knowledge-luminous that transcends the space and time
Is in battle with the dark-vigorous that laments the wicked mists of confusion,
The choice is mine and by the power of divine and sublime
I’ll reign supreme over the evil spells of illusion.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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One

Blessed by the mystic galactic
	Esteemed by the One Holy True,
Cosmic magical is the union supreme eternal
	The one of me and you.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Cosmic Serenity

Oh, gallant scenic heavens, hail to your wondrous stellar of splendors,
Your past, present and future, mesmerizes all epic of mentors.

Let your light be my guide, I want to speed to the farthest,
I want to fall into your infinity, your North to South and East to the West.

So long have I wasted my time, in search for a home here on Earth,
But now I know it’s all out there, that truly measures a man’s just worth.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Nights

The martyrdom of innocence
	And the corruption of my soul,
Everyday I loose myself
	Or maybe, time’s just taking its toll.


Where do I go from here?
	Far, near or somewhere in between…
Everything extorts my value sublime,
	And all is gone from within it seems.     


How do I cleanse my spirit?
At least for myself to keep it?
Lost and lonely, I’m mine, if only…..


Sing me your epic
	Resurrect me with your melody,
Come solace my troubled heart
And save me with your tender ode.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Truth Eternal

From the circle of up and beyond
	To the sanctuary of the deep within,
I muse in my temple of the holy
	With the blessings of the sacred serene.

All the ages of wealth and wisdom
	Await me in my heavens of kingdom,
In this starry night, I wish upon a star
	And I know I’m destined for stardom.


The mystic of my invisible
	Is at war with the illusions of time,
The immortality is at stake
	When living cast shadows over the sublime.

Digging down deep and deep within 
	 And within the order of the flesh and blood,
Awaits the truth eternal and the noblest of arc
	That masters my strength and braves the great flood.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Galactic

Saved by the fire eternal, driven by the force primal
I dance to the tune of my divine calling in a psychedelic trance, 
Reborn by the jaded poetic, awakened by the power Noetic
The ghost of evolution and the spirit of revolution cleanse my solemn stance.

Though I’m chased by the army of desperation, 
Patience, I hear…... from the ancient of aspirations.
Far away from darkness, in this sublime hour of meditation,
I fly-sink summarily, into the warmth of the blessed revelation.

From the mouths of silence,
The whisper prophesizes the grand of epic, 
And by the union of Earth and Sky, in a celestial high
And I’m forever in harmony with the galactic.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Magic of the Magnificent

In this mystic maze of the orgiastic light
	The silence tranquil the illusions of time,
The restless spirit of the magical merit
	In the end enlightened by the warmth of sublime.


And echoes the ashes of the past
Smokes of the present 
And the dusts of the future…..
All from the ruins of new age,
To the stellar of the ancient.

And in between the divine and the demon,
            Roams the magic of the magnificent.










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I

I must empower my courage 
And master my strength,
Enlightened by wisdom
I’ll go to the greatest length.
And the lighting spirit 
 	Will channel me towards my iron-will,
I’m a hunter
 	My eyes are on the kill.


My enemies will not defeat me
 	And I’ll prevail,
My defiant spirit will triumph
I’m strong as hell.
I must keep my eyes open 
And remain constant vigilant,
I must centre myself
To everything that is intelligent.


I will remain strong 
And rely on my higher power,
I must shine all my instincts
And I’ll light the darkest hour.
I’m the shaker, I’m the maker
I’m the one, who you must fear,
I’m alone but I’m the power of one,
Loud and clear.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.




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Work Chant

I stand strong in these days of wretched thunder
Cleansing my soul mystic with powers of tranquil wonder,

Storms up-ahead as the evil mist sermons her demon
Steadfast in defiance, the gallant in me, simply utters, “Game on”.

The hours were blackened, the days were saddened
	And the rage only echoed from within,
Still battles that rattles, wars that scars
	But I vigilantly cherish every dream that survived the great ruin.

Behold the order of the system, though I stand alone
		But resolute and firm,
Gone are the days when the sky was red
	 And the evil shadow that glamorized the harm.

The triumph of me lies in the line of sacrifice
	And the wide awakening of the spark of the soul,
The wisdom of my labor, rejuvenates me savior
	And the rewards in-line will celebrate this life forever-fold.

I defy the odds, speed the challenge range
	And submit myself to the power of the sublime,
Mind is the power and the power of the mind prophesize
	How the order of land, sea and air will evenly rhyme.

In myself I believe, from no aim I shall retrieve
	I owe myself the shine of the light,
With the blessing of the divine and forever in mine
	I see my mind, body and soul, travel to the gifted height. 

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Crossing of the Mist

At the edge of darkness
	Sleeps the epitaph of mercy,
Since the time spark-lit her magic
	Shadow cursed the hour of urgency.

Here comes the ancient mist…..
	Snaking her way beneath the well of toxic grim sin,
Thus commences the chase, till the end of days
	 And so begins the epic of the invisible amongst the unseen.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Insomniac

The depth of your shadow, gently greets my soul
My shattered self once again, splits into whole
The scope of opportunity still gambles with the chance
But I live a lifetime at the glimpse of your loving glance.

The phantom of me, confronts my nemesis
I am in battle with myself, reasoning my genesis
Owned by fear, life is still Truth or Dare…..
Or maybe I am just too tired, too lost to care.

My battered youth, consoles my browsed lust
Times are a wasting, so am I and it all sounds so just
Any day now, as the sadness drags me down way into the deep
But at least for once , I need your touch to help me fall asleep.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Instinct

The red-eye of decadence 
	Blinds my way into the light,
Often I’m consumed by the black of my heart
	So lost from the calling of the white.

Sinfully lustful, equally wasteful
	The hours of the day to the night,
Blissful wisdom, nomadic kingdom
	This darkness will lead to the light.

Bound 
By the surreal space and time,
Here and now, I free-will my soul
	To the tune of one true mystical rhyme.

I must save myself, holy my soul
	And pure my spirit,
I’m an animal living in this mean sad world
	All I got is my instinct.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.





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The Storm-Sailor

Running from the paranoid wild
	Star-searching the heavens of serene,
Breathe in my trust anonymous
	Into the flight of the blessed sin.

King-questing the magic number
	Unlocking the mystic frequency,
Be tuned with my mind, body and soul
	Realizing the order of the cosmic urgency.

Life in the bird’s eye view
	And the hours spent on the tragic symbolic lust inferno,
In the lake of crystal consciousness
	The phoenix of me resurrects eternally the one I know.

Sail through the stormy waters
	See the future in the ashes of past,
By the power of the grateful absolution of sonic wisdom
	I will walk the line of blood and just.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.





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Illusions

The shallow depth 
Of your innate obscurity,
Behind the veil of your serene wonder
Echo-heals my frantic tranquility.

Somewhere 
Between the time and space,
From the push of gravity
	To the fall from grace.

The keeper of the sin 
Grave-digs the shadow of the mist,
But the immortal time of the finite divine
	Flame-thrills the power of the least.

The magic spell of the night 
And the Zen of my ecstasy,
The arrest of bliss
Dream-lights my sonic fantasy. 

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Communion

Oh, my dear valiant Universe…..
The mystic of the colossal eternity,
The wisdom of your sky flies me to the starry high
	And I’m into the warmth of your divine serenity. 

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Pilgrimage

When the night falls, I hear whispers into my ear
And with the tragic of the hour, sadness turns into fear
All these desperate seasons of aching calls…..
And the darkness echoed only fear,
I was lost in the pages of civic heist
			Everything was so loud, if not so clear.


I’m still lost yet I know who I’m, and it’s nothing less of a wonder,
In the midst of right and wrong, holy and unholy
Times are filled with blunder.
Some say, ignorance is bliss, wisdom is a curse 
			And consciousness is a struck of thunder,
But all shall fade away when the night falls 
			Behold and reborn, once you are in six feet under.


Friends with the light, powered by the might
			I roam into my luminous,
The delight of distance ushers my harmony
			And my pilgrimage to the exodus,
Out of the wrath of spell, I know the light will prevail
			And I’ll rule my realm of wondrous.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.












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The Edge of Eternity

Something strange, but stark yet so beautiful…
This mystic universe mothers every damn deed fool,
What role do I choose, to commence my cosmic cruise?
Through my worship, I travel, by union we rule.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Melting Obscurity

Time and tide waits for none
Or so I’ve been told by the moon and the Sun,
The lazy hours that idles the day and the night
Living in my sub-consciousness,
			I’m eternal with the light.

The beginning of the end
Commences the birth of the death,
The army of angels laments the magic dust
Right through the means of stealth.

The skymud deathkills the paranoid candy
The temptations of the dark and the whispers of sandy.
The funky ghost lip sings the testimony of the holy
I heard the Martian speak, in tongues of the past glory.

All is lost and lost within 
And within the lost is the story of the new,
Close your eyes and breathe the light
And hear the divinity sing about me and you.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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On the Edge and After

Turn on the night
 Let the light shine in,
The zeal of the hour
	Beholds the time from within.

Usher me the epic dawn, sublime…
	And the euphoric mortality,
Power me the magic harmony, cleansing of the calls
	And the divine spirituality.

The thoughts of the mourning mass
	Demon-spells the freedom muse,
The placebo affects of the light divine
	Stone scripts the wonder views.

I hear some say,
Life is not a waiting room,
Follow the path of the heart
	Or else awaits the wrath of doom!

Steadfast the glorious
	Beyond the depth of the obvious,
The wisdom of my might
	Gallants my kingdom to the victorious.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Divine Frequency

Hear the sound-waves of silence
	Come crashing down into the walls of desire,
On two feet with arms wide open
	I’m riding the ghosts of ice, taming the cynic fire.

Behold me harmony, 
The mine power within,
Can’t just sink n’ float 
And wake up until I’m gone dreaming.

Align my mind, body and soul
	In league with the Universe,
In comes the holy union between my wish and desire
	And all the negatives will meet their converse.

No more sabotage
And no more conspiracy,
Faith will prevail
With light-speed’s urgency.

Enlightened and illuminated 
	I’m blessed with the eye that sees through the invisible,
In this pilgrimage to the Holy 
	The sacred union between me and the Divine is eternally invincible.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.









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Wishcraft AND Wishspell

Braving the storm, soldiering strong 
	In this epic hour of my odyssey,
Gone are the days of troubled waters
	Here I’m into the warmth of the divine prophecy.

But darkness still looms 
And come crawls the wrath of doom
And the conspiracy of time that cyanides my path to the holy,
But the power of me will prevail
And the army of me won’t derail
The eminence of me is true-destined for glory. 

Keeping the faith, fire-cleansing my desire
I wish-spell my magic of eternal thunder,
Trust in myself I must 
And by the empire of light healed crust
	My freedom angelic will carry me to the temple of wonder.

Here I am, wish-crafting my thoughts,
And in command with my Earth and sky
I breathe life into my desire,
The oracle of light
And by the splendor my might,
	And I’m forever in league with the inspire. 

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.















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The Manic Melancholic

Here in this solitude of silence
The darkened path is chasing the great distance,
When the fortune of luck is foretold by chance
All is left for now is this instance. 

Here comes the curious mist of confusion…
And the static of converse,
Spark-starts the spell of the illusion.

The farewell of white
Thus, commences the darkest of fusion,
So rigid in this material hour
Def to the calls of the revolution.

Lost and restless, down n’ out and breathless
	In comes the raid of the melancholy,
Fashionably symbolic, the battle of the tragic
	Feel the blink of the razor unholy.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.









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The Cosmic Seraph

And then she came
The Angel of the seven skies,
Through the eyes of blue
She summoned the tales of truth and lies.

What you seek, she asked
	Wealth or wisdom?
Comradeship of the Cosmic,
	Or the throne of the dark kingdom?

Time stood still…
	In the momentous of the Sun, Earth and Moon 
Commenced, thus, the order of Earth, Wind, Fire and Water
	And not a moment too soon.

The secret lies within you, she said
	The kingdom of Heaven and Hell,
Choose wisely, she warned
	And life will be for yours to tell.

At the mountain top, lies the temple of the flesh
	Right beneath the sacred of the holy,
Realize, she enlightened, realize, and only then
	The heavens will open up soul-wholly. 

Believe, she prophesized, 
	And you’ll master the water that no one sees through,
From the bondage of mist and dust
	Will rise the empire of the one very true.

Assemble your army on every front
	Resurrect the magic immortal,
Govern your realm, she cherished, steadfast and steady
	And you’ll journey through the divine portal.

And then I closed my eyes
	As the warmth of her light serene embraced me,
Always and forever and I’ll remember…..
	From the tower of sublime, my cosmic will set me free.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Casualties of Now

At the dawn of this falling sky
	Mankind is all alone, so estranged in this abandoned hour,
Prevailed, sadly, the rule of chaos and anarchy
	The martyrdom of divine thus, sparked the unholy lust for power.

Gone are the ancient days 
And the ways of the noble and just,
Devil owns the time now
And the time has spawned the army of dust.

Blinded by sins, well behind the guarded walls
The beasts poisoned the spirit well,
Breathing the darkness, these emperors of death sickness
	Unleashed the wraths of eternal hell.

These beasts feast upon the flesh of the dead
	And when not, they cage every mortal living soul,
The grand pillars of virtue came crashing down
	Ravaged by desire, the civilization finally took its toll.

The fires of war cursed every living horizon
	And the battles took no prisoners,
The heavens bled and the sky took the dead
	And the Earth told her tales through scars.

The say history is penned down by the victors
	And the history is always one sided view of the truth,
Then who’s not writing the history, if I may ask
	Perhaps the ones who are not cashing in on the loot?

The imprisonment of hope 
And the audacity of fear,
So distant from the guarded walls, the mortals wonder
	If the end is far too near…


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Righteousness

Every moment is like sordid acts of desperation,
So gone the hour of sojourn 
As I labor in the midst of this rundown inspiration.

I know life is one of trial and error
But when all hope is gone,
	Faith slowly turns into terror.

Pain combs through my restless heart
I’m lost, buried beneath the rubble of space and time,
Back and forth between betrayal and hurt
I’m consumed by the dark, with no reason or rhyme.

I dive deep into myself, deep into my soul,
Hoping to find my centre 
And the great light that will forever make me whole.

Strength, honor, courage and pride
These codes of great valor 
That I now must live by and abide.
 
Strange days, stranger ways,
	But the noble heart must defy all the odds,
In this misty maze of right and wrong,
	No amnesty to the ways of black dogs.

Must keep my eyes open, my instinct sharp 
	And align my soul into the light,
No matter how the test of time ghosts up
	I’ll do what is right.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Path Eccentric

Sitting by the window, watching the life go by...
I tried to lean on my dreams, but they all have left me high n' dry.

Hope is gone now, so I say farewell my dear, 
But we will meet once again, someday, somewhere.

And time is fading away, and nothing is forever, 
What if life is like a chance? Like "now or never"?

Walking away from the crowd, that swallows everything,
It blindfolds my life, and leaves me with nothing.

But outside don't haunt me, I don't Duck n' Run!
Hopes, fears and strengths in me, prefer the moon than the sun.

But I'm loosing myself though, my Individuality is at stake,
I've been consumed by hatred n' anger,  I've got to change for Heaven's sake.

Empty days to lonely nights and lonely night to the empty day, 
I know for sure, if I don't change, I am gonna die this way.

And forgiveness, your highness...I am a sinner, my life is a mess,
I'm just lost in here, but give me a sign, I can do the rest.

In between expectations and acceptations, I let the wind carry me; 
Time greets me once again, as I search for Peace within Me.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Rousing Imminence

And the darkness melts away into the morning sky
I close my eyes and cherish the light in a pious high,

I open up my windows but stand vigilant at my door
By the order of courage and honor, I travel to the evermore.

I roam the time in search of a Heart of Gold
Befriending my fate, I prophesize the mystical of the foretold,

I’ve been weathered and bruised, cast away and bluesed 
But I stand strong to this new beginning, steadfast and mused. 


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Sick-Tranquil

The stillness of silence
Mimics the depths of the tragic despair,
With the numbing parade of the restless hours
And often it seems all is beyond repair.
Beneath the pale shadow of the mourning lust
Lies the legacy of the justly unfair,
And when the sheer fear of the abandoned disappear
	Reign supreme the magic symbolic of the dare sincere.


Paints it well, the divine of the wishing well
	But spirals the slip of the higher innocence,
By cynic desire, and when in the line of hysterical fire
	Against self, what architects the great wall of defense?
The rhythmic guilt via senile paranoia
	And deafening is the fury of the forgone resonance,
The darkening call of the rising fall
Only summons the art-cryptic of the apocalyptic essence.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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Odepath

Clouds of misery; they rain down upon me,
I’m at a loss, where else am I gonna be?
From sleepless nights to the endless days…
I stand still somewhere between the land and the sea.

Sky is sinking as the sadness triumphs over sorrow,
I gaze at the distance like there is no tomorrow,
Bitter and jaded, hope is lost and all is faded
Life races on well up-ahead but I’m just too tired to follow.

Time heals all the wounds but years do remain unkind,
Today slips in as the tomorrow leaves me behind,
Lonely heart’s tragic hurts and indecencies of grievances
Dark is rising, I sit around, I don’t care, and I don’t mind.

The shadows of the night lights up my spirit,
The rage of the sun denies the day’s one true merit,
Evil or divine, what awaits me at the end of the line?
Deemed by the demon, saved by the saint,
Or life, at the centre of grand cosmic writ…

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Seldom Random

The silence of the cynical still
Could certainly cut through the strangest steel,
The raging echo of the crying fear
Sinfully freezes up my tranquil fiery thrill.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Demise of Here-After

Familiar yet strange
Similar through the cycles of change,
So evil are these beings of Humans
	Born to kill and kill to be avenged.

Beneath the ruins of all morals
	Death feast the humans of race,
See the downfall of the once beloved ones
	Witness the sordid display of disgrace.

Blindingly chasing after riches
 Power, vice and lust,
If only they knew
All is but grave dust.

Lost and alone, so far gone, 
All consumed by conceit and desire,
Long before the Day of Judgment
It seems all shall burn in the wraths of fire.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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The Aching Desperation

Wrecked and weathered, in this hour of forlorn tragic 
By the whisper of spell, the demon casts her magic.

The beast of fear, lurks behind every misty forsaken thought 
And thus the eternal spirit of shadow ecstatic begins to rot.

The apocalyptic rage of creeping desire, preys on the shrine of the holy 
The alarming allure of the dark valor, free falls at the blink of the only.

Numb to this tiring frustration; lost in the midst of this aching desperation…..
But across the tower of rising phoenix, 
The wishful still echoes the sacred revelation.


(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.