Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit
A special unknown fruit from that one tree
A fruit that God said one should never eat
Then the snake came to shower the fruit free
Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating
God didn’t want the power to be known
The snake explained that they would be as God
Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown
We took the fruit and ate it and life changed
We now have knowledge, of good and evil
Pain and hatred also came along too
All that is bad sure did come to reveal
God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool
But we must carry our sin for all time
The curse from the first bite that we did eat
And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned
God was quite disappointed with humans
Hating to give us our just punishment
But we were now found walking with figs on
Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment
To this day we are filled with sin each day
Starting right from the first couple’s mistake
Now we must wallow inside their bad choice
Suffering the punishment we did make
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
Copyright © 2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.
Who I ask will conquer evil?
Shall it be a King?
Shall it be a General?
Maybe a roman emperor in Nero’s robes?
Men at arms, defending what’s right?
For millennium many have tried
To bring good will and peace
Upon us all
Defenders of interests, many would say
Yet here we falter, as masses still die
Lennon in grave still ponders why
Prophecies of faith, are seeds that grow slow
The universe has time, for us human kind to learn
That wealth is not gold or silver or pearls’ so white
We fight battles, for lines we draw in the sand
All in the name of honor, the past and Clan
We must share what we have and honor all, in these lands
Will Buddha or Gandhi bring us this peace?
Can they fight without sword or men at arms?
The secrets to life are hidden in view
For it’s your child who will be savior
Of one and all
For the meek shall truly conquer
When a mother stands up against invading tanks
When a child says no to soldiers with arms
When children dance in the streets with joy
Against the war drums that beat nearby
It’s these small acts, which will win the day
Victory will be Malala's way
Never be fooled by a smile so dear
The meek shall be the army
To inherit this earth
Love truly will conquer all
You for sure shall witness all, as I say
From here or the heavens above
A young maiden fair and slender of great beauty and rose complexion
Was gathering wild flowers in a forest when an angel to her appeared
Gently she flew down and softly whispered in the virgin maiden’s ear
You are the chosen one and your destiny it is to save the Black Knight
High on a Cliff he stands alone in deep despair cursed by the Gods and fate
Only a true loving heart can save this mortal from all of hells damnation
Take this silver dagger, and child use it well, smite all evil and set him free
The angel then turned and disappeared as quickly as she had come
A vision then came and the maiden was able to gaze upon the black Knight
A man of grand statue and true beauty with sad dark penetrating haunting eyes
The virgin maiden’s heart it stirred as desire and longing enveloped her soul
Her Knight was held captive by demons and bound by chains of steel and gold
They hissed and snarled as if their screams came from the depths of hell
She could hear the knight’s distressed silent cries and felt his despairing agony
on wings of angels she was lifted up past impenetrable talon rocks to his tortured side
As fallen angels held him back, demons screamed and flaming fire on her breathed
Hatred and loathing spewed out on her as huge black ravens pecked at her eyes
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged monsters, demons and ravens all
The monsters and demons then ripped at her flesh, their teeth drawing blood and skin
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged each fiend and evil spirit one by one
She fought with such overpowering strength she knew not she possessed
As one by one demon and monster fell unable to overcome her true abiding love
Then the black howling devils of the night appeared even then she had no fear
Swiping at her adversaries she stood her ground, and plunged the dagger deep
Unable to cause more agonizing torment they soon faded in the depth of night
As released tortured souls screamed out for salvation and for eternal peace
As one by one her black knight’s captors were defeated by her love alone
Suddenly all screaming and hideous cries abated and peace then reigned
She gazed up into his soft gentle smoldering eyes her wounds forgotten
As he wrapped her in his arms and blessed the gods and all above
All his great agony and fears dissipated as the stars softly blessed their love
And on the cliff he gently kissed his maiden fair as an angel’s choir sang
The moonlight bathed them in light, as united they became as one in Paradise.
Good & Evil sat down to dine,
one clear, midsummer’s eve.
They feasted and ate from their porcelain plates,
on vegetables, cream and roast beef.
Now Good & Evil were friends in a sense,
but often they quarreled and fought.
They would haze each other, and engage each other,
in topics both narrow and broad.
Evil laid claim; “I bask in the fame,
that man has so hastily given me.
He has pushed to the front all the bad he has done,
and sated his bloodlust with misery!”
As soon as he said this, he got a text message,
from Boredom, who wanted to visit.
“Thanks to Boredom, I prosper; he is like a father,
he is popular, and I have missed him."
At this, there was heard a knock at the door,
Loneliness, desiring to be needed.
-Or perhaps Loneliness needed desiring,
but Evil happily received him.
Now Evil’s expression gave way to a smirk,
and he wiped his cold lips with a napkin.
“My dear Good, pray, what is your worth?
To be overlooked whenever you happen?
This world is a bore and empty without us,
it is obvious man has agreed.
And it should be noted, transcribed and quoted,
you cannot exist without me!”
Good took a swig of his fizzy beverage,
and said; “you don't cease to amaze me.
I’ll admit it is true that some look up to you,
but, my friend, I am strong and you’re lazy.
For, if you take time, I am sure you will find,
that every man can be great.
He’s survived this long because he is strong,
Love is hard, but what’s easy is Hate.
Therefore, in closing, I am thus proposing,
if man must choose his temperament.
Evil tidings will always be none worth reminding,
-but when there is Good, one remembers it.
When the heart suffer from the pains
When the body surround with evil venom
When the mind away from the thoughts
When the Satan starts ruling our soul
Then you become a prisoner of your own soul
Although, no one has the power to destroy a soul
but it could make you suffer with evil doings
These things could be eliminated through spiritual
power by doing meditation and prayers.
Meditation has the power to heal the pain of soul
and bring peace of mind and new life to us
Just sit or stand in a comfortable position and few
slow deep breaths through the nose in and out
and keep eyes close to think of God, brings you
all the way to a peace into your mind and soul.
The meditation can draw essential force of love
in to one's life and could bring out the richness of faith
We should not forget that meditation belongs to a
comprehensive body of teachings including ethics and wisdom
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ 2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Is there a place where evil meets
The gentle side of good?
Where quiet peace is dealt a hand
Upon the soft and silky land
The devil's brand
While stars retreat
Behind the black
While evil forces stare and smirk
With one lone eye, in watchful lurk
But triumph not...for good will win!
To chill the cold of ember's wind
Good always wins, and dark will fade
The final count those final days!
Eclipse of moon will soon recede
And cobalt skies will be set free
The smoke will die and fire will dim
The ocean waves will calm within
And tranquil peace will come again
For Blind Faith Contest
A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.
His face was sedimentary,
though laughter mapped its course.
And his gleaming hair cascaded,
much like a Viking of the Norse.
His raiment wasn’t fancy.
No silk nor satin hose.
But his mind was quick as silver
and his heart was pure as gold.
Cloaked without, by a robe of integrity.
Fortified within, by a will of steel.
He wielded the Sword of Justice,
while holding Truth up as his shield.
Saint Michael’s crusade was legendary,
as was the power of his sword.
Forged to slay the inner dragons,
in reverent service to our Lord.
Countless times the blade was tested,
for malice dwells not on defeat.
Never lacked he for contenders,
disciples of rumors and deceit.
Bad Rumor sowed the seed of doubt
within the mind of man.
Watered from the trough of spite,
he conceived his evil plan.
Each rancid seed that sprouted
grew to a bud of tarnished mail.
Thus, shrouded by corrosion,
he sought corruption to prevail.
When Rumor heard of Saint Michael,
his phosphorous eyes lit up with hate.
Armed with his pitchfork and scythe,
he charged through his hellish gates.
Targeted by dark ambition,
saddled by vicious greed,
he raced upon the clouds fate,
engulfed by jealousy.
Michael felt the evil presence
and strapped on his Mighty Sword.
Then he rode off to a clearing,
in the sweet realm of The Lord.
Rumor attacked with animosity,
his trident held, as if a spear.
But as the Sword of God unsheathed,
Rumor was lanced by sudden fear.
Michael raised the Sword of Eminence
as if to pierce the sky.
While sunlight sparked along its blade
a beam smote Rumor’s eye.
Blazing light seized Rumor’s mind.
It seared his ravaged soul.
And when the inner battle ended,
Rumor’s heart was charred to coal.
As Saint Michael wiped soot and ashes
from the length of his trusted sword,
his eyes fell upon the hilt
to runes inscribed there, by The Lord:
“May The Force be your faith
May your spirit know The Lamb
May Love guard your heart
May The Light guide your hand.”