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Our Limited Understanding

What did he mean
when he said
turn the other cheek?
Does it mean
violence isn't the answer
and peace is always the way?

Is it to deny the natural
carnal response?
To challenge the older laws
that have long been ensconced?

Maybe it's a come on
to the ungodly
"Give me what you got
I have no need to be afraid."
Maybe he meant
our bones are fragile
but our hope is not?
It shall never rust nor decay.

Surely a punch in the face
is no threat to one's life.
If a man put a gun to your wife
would you just let her die??

(surely life is precious
but God have mercy
should it come to this)

Should we cast down our weapons,
trade them for pruning hooks?
Is that what Jesus meant?
Or perhaps, maybe,
it begs you to take a deeper look.
and gaze at the wisdom God has sent.

Does it not surely mean that hatred
can't be snuffed out
by more hatred?
There are many trials we go through
but one thing we must know
is that love should always be sacred.

When he stated
Ye are the Light of the World
does that not imply
that the world itself is DARKNESS?
It's a gloomy forbidding place
with many pricks and thorns:
why add to the harshness?

For now it seems
we see through a glass darkly.
Having trouble deciphering
the passages and what they meant.
What about Romans 13
where it says, Execute vengeance
against those who do evil?
To whom is it referring
and to what extent?

Our limited understanding
leaves us grounded.

NOTE: This was written in response (and inspiration) to Liam McDaid's poem titled Thou Shalt Not Kill. It's a very fascinating topic, and one where I don't quite have answers...

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Brahma I

Brahma I

If Brahma is Brahma I also am Brahma,
then why am I wandering on a not real way 
holding something I don’t know in my hand?

I can lead my life toward good
because everything is Brahma, but I can live 
an evil life as well because everything comes from my ego.

If Brahma is Brahma I can cross over the ego 
bury myself in meditation, 
though it may be a lonely 
and a trying way.

Gather ashes from six* burnt senses 
and walk on the nonexistent way
because I am a naught substance, 
though to be in a mode to attain spiritual awakening, 
my ego, stands in the middle of good and evil
unable me to shake off tenacious carnal desire,
it compels me to keep walking on the path of evil passions

and if the terminal goal of life’s never ending circle is
an attainment of spiritual awakening,
and spiritual awakening is to walk in light, 
the brightness is the way;
however, paradoxical, in a sense, is also true

stupidity and ignorance though lay in the darkness,
it may also be the way. Yet, the problem of life is 
still laying under my foot; and that is the chain of anguish
which would never, ever, be cut off;

I, therefore, collapse on the way 
while dragging the chain of a great weight
it may be the end of anguish, a knot of a life’s circle, 
or a moment of a pause in the ever changing world,

or it may well be a renewed life in Faramita the world of Paradise,
or the beginning of another anguish in the transmigration of the soul,
and that’s why I believe the nonexistent substance is the way 
to Brahma which is one same substance.

Tat tvam asi, I am the Brahma
Tat tvam asi, That art thou

*Six senses: five basic physical senses plus soul or intellect.

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Brahma II

Brahma II
—Brahma eva idam visvam(1)— 

A life neither has beginning because beginning is Brahma
or end because end is Brahma, it rides on a wagon named Karma(2)
and goes as a wheel whirls.

I came to this very spot becoming a sun, a moon and the stars
following the stream which carries anguish, and one day
I must cross; since it’s impossible to see the past because
there is no beginning or end, I wonder how to manage a day
when everything changes without beginning or end;
I came this far becoming a sun, a moon and the stars
and wandering in a wasteland looking at the bridge
beyond eternity.

In this barren soil:
though flowers bloom, they smell of death 
that tempts to ruin me;
though there is a spring,
it’s bubbling sand seen in a mirage to intensify my thirst;
though there are fruit bearing trees,
the taste of fruit is more bitter than Eden’s forbidden fruit;
though there are snows,
they come as a blizzard and pierce the skin to tear it to pieces.

Since Brahma is on the other side of Elysium 
no matter how much you wander in this boundless barren land,
though it may seems within hand’s reach, you would never be able
to touch; because your anguish, the reality of life is nothing more than 
pursuing a pain, a spinning of a wheel of Karma.

Although my body is worn out 
I have no place to lay my body down;
although my wounded soul is wailing 
no place to bury my soul to rest,
and if this is my Karma to be accepted,
how do I untie these entangled knots of anxiety. 

I exist, therefore my six(3) senses feel and perceive reasons,
then, how do I denounce this Sabba,(4) or deliver from suffering,
for that is the reason I exist.
All phenomena, however, to undergo everyone as Atman(5) 
carrying their own Karma, because Brahma is everything 
and Karma is the footmarks of ever changing mundane world.

1. Brahma eva idam visvam: Brahman, indeed, is this world-all.  2. Karma: destiny.  
3. Six Senses: five basic physical senses plus soul or intellect.  4. Sabba: this world.
5. Atman: soul, ego, or I.

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

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Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.

From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're  seeing,
To everything out of sight.

The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.

The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred  ring.

Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.

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Heaven Break Every Breath

o heaven
every breath
i take
the soul
not made of flesh
o heaven
every breath
i take

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All That We Make

all that is good
all of thine
in our hearts
in the air
that we beathe
the work
that we do
things that we make
the sweet laughter and
the warm smiles
the friendships
that we cherish
the hellos and
the goodbyes
that we foretake
all of the
dreams that we share
to give and to recieve
without question
without reason
all that is fare
all that is good
all that we make

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Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.

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The Game

My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played, 
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.

The game,
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A laugh,
A bath,
A lonely path,
The Game.

I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,

So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth, 
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.

Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.

I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.

Game over,
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.

The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.

The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.

So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.

That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.

The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.

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One self

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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
I've owned the power of 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
Created in the image of a 
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
the universe will correspond 
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 

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The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 

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I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.

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Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real

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A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken

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The Battle Lost and Won

As naturally and effortlessly as birds fly
Unannounced and quietly an Idea came by
Faster than the weightless wind it flew
Where it came from no one asked, no one knew

Longing for a cloak in which to be wrapped
It knocked on many doors asking to be dressed
It wished to be given a shape and form for all to see
It wanted an existence, and in this world a chance to be

The farmer was farming, the worker busy working
The judge was judging, the thief in the shadows lurking
The preacher was of the invisible kingdom preaching
The poet alone with his heart and soul for the Idea reaching

It seized him and became the fire in his veins
The beating in his heart, the throbbing in his brain
It became the movement of his arms and legs
He asked for the right words like a beggar for food begs

The Idea through the flesh was about to be born
The invisible by the visible longed to be worn
Like newlyweds neither knew too well the other
They had to unite: each’d be both father and mother

Now the idea took control and led the poet’s pen
Then It was overpowered by the brutish man
Now he’d try to bend It, to suit his words, to shape It 
Then It bent him so that into each other they’d fit

He wished to be a channel for the Idea he sensed
It had a burning desire, a purpose to be expressed
When possessing parts of both the work was done 
An idea of the Idea was born - a battle both lost and won

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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

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Legacy of Errors

Legacy of Errors (Epitaph) An eternity of anguish, endured, Wounds healed, scars uncured, A legacy of errors and mistakes, A lifetime of lessons unlearned, Won 6th Place in the contest: Any 5 line Poem by friend 'Poet Destroyer':)

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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am

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A Noble and a Traveler

From some other time, from some other race
I’ve stopped for a visit, from some other place
A sovereign soul, I retain still a trace
Of all other places I’ve been to in space
I’ll stay ‘til I’m tired and learn what I must
Then move on with joy to my home in grace

My clothes are my body, it will fall of in dust
It’s only borrowed, yet a great sacred trust
Genetics of my parents, my soul, my own
And I owe them greatly for their selfless loan
It serves for the moment, and offers a ride
To view my creation, I produced from inside

I’ve passed through the curtain to appear once again
On the stage of the theatre with all of my friends
I’ll learn from them and they’ll learn from me
Interchanging our roles, growing eternally
I retain all the best features that I ever had
With the help of my friends, to these I will add

I’ll wash out my vices, my lusts and my sin
And learn from the voice of my master within
He hears all my wishes, provides all my needs
He gives me the answers and governs my deeds
He is my silent teacher, the voice of the soul
Pushing me relentlessly toward my goal

I’ve been here many times, each time playing the role
That I most needed then, for the growth of my soul
In the fourth generation I’ll appear once again
With a plan for perfection and a lifetime to spend
Seeking final completion of an eons long quest
To reach the last level in the alchemical test

Until finally perfect, no need to return
No problems to solve, no lessons to learn
Then I can rest, my journey complete
Perfected and purified in my creators seat
Then through other dimensions in steps not yet trod
I will finally arrive to reunion with God

I chose this experience and I wrote the play
I chose the actors I perform with today
It has been what I’ve made it, none other to blame
I’m a noble and a traveler, in life’s wonderful game.

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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it

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I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!

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What is Man

What is man, his flesh got without assent,
Or the broad brushstrokes of his star filled mind.
Neither will sit for another's judgement.
One is chance, the other of boundless kind.
Perhaps man is his actions, though so oft
They go wrong or are unintended acts.
And desires remain surfeit or un-soft
Propel rash deeds, dark thoughts and sordid pacts.
If action alone can not define man
For marred by accident; then is intent
The mark to judge.  But intent is more wan
Than acts, for can only be guessed at bent.
What is man, neither flesh nor mind, if not
Whom he loves and for whom his hate is hot.

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Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.

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Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension


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The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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Haikus About God: I

Overture of lies:
Don’t take it literally

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What is God

What is God?
Is it the Power?
Or is it a man?
Could it be an Alien?
I like to think it’s a person 
But I’m probably mistaken
All the knowledge in the mind
Just makes it harder to define
I’d like to dream and go to heaven
Just to ask to see the boss there
I would ask him why the world is so troubled
He would have to admit it is a muddle
I wouldn’t trouble him with little things like the weather
Although I would ask why people have to die in earthquakes and floods
I’m sure he would understand the needs of a simple man
To want something to believe in besides religion
Religion doesn’t help they are all the same
Professing to be better than the rest is a silly game
I think I’ll get into yoga it might help me pass over to Nirvana
Then I would know all the secrets of the ages just like the sages
And I could share it with everyone and say it was from above
But people would probably laugh at me for telling them to love
So I will just tell you my friend I’m sure you’ll understand
Simply love, that’s all
And now I’ll go to bed
I think it’s for the best and I do need the rest.
Good night.

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The Coming of the Nothing

Collegiates and learned mercenaries
Await their time to lead the willing minions
As lemmings, suicide seems ordinary
Both deaf and blind, devoid of all opinions

Ageless as time itself, she waits
An elixir of evolution
Needing no cure, no answers
No humankind solution

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane

A galaxy here, a universe there
Speckled by constellations
But man it seems is content to fight
For the sake of his small nation

Black as an empty starless night
Deep as the hungry ocean
Timeless as death, on its endless flight
In a time of perpetual motion

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane 

When will it end, God only knows
As greed alone inspires us
Old Earth, its very soul exposed

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Turn On The Love

Turn on the love to motivate me;
There's no energy on hand.
When work to be done is shadowed by rest,
Remember you were saved by a crucified man.

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Maybe one day 
i will be able to live in a single moment 
with my surroundings and every single life 
will be on the right place. 

Maybe my sin is not so wrong 
and my forgiveness will fall 
with the rain on all human race. 

Maybe one day 
before the last sunset 
i will see for the first time 
your loving face.

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Why Church is called Catholic

Church is a she Bride of Father Christ Church is Catholic Church is people Catholic related to the whole Greek kat’holon Father Christ called Profess whole faith Preserve all Sacraments To administer To proclaim Good News Sent her to all nations (YOUCAT) 4092013

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Prime Mover

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,

as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.

Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.

He, the one true Incarnation  
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress

with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.

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Book Launch

The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.

Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.

I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at:
I accept feedback just at:

-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)

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Reaching Out

Reaching out to others you’ll find you’re never alone. There’s comfort there, even in the worse of times. God gave us arms to hold others tight. He gave us eyes, to see others plight. He gave us legs to get to those arms. He gave us hearts to know where to go. But only he can show you the key… To love, and hope and eternity. Written 1-2-2015

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Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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The Tree of Knowledge

The Tree of knowledge (purportedly) of good and evil. 
He had exacted from mankind the reasonable pledge:
Not to ever partake of it and to act in all things civil - 
the Tree of knowledge.

In our own spiraling downfall, from the past we dredge 
a wealth of experience to fashion our reasons on the anvil.
When confronted with the facets of truth, we tend to hedge.

The division between man and woman in superiority, is drivel.  
We are reliant, like the roots and the blades of the sedge.
Good and evil in each of us, are around which all things swivel:
the Tree of Knowledge.

Poetry form: Roundel 
Example of Paradise Lost... See my contest by this name posted on PS.

Please see the About section for details regarding this poetry form.

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The finest place

The finest place to stop 
is on the very top.

Volodymyr Knyr

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The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,


Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.


the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.


The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.

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Sometimes there is silence,
Sometimes there are words,
Sometimes there is meaning,
Sometimes it's absurd.
Sometimes you are near me,
Sometimes you are far,
Sometimes there is darkness,
Sometimes guided by a star.
Sometimes we are up and 
Sometimes we are down,
Sometimes we are slaves,
That wear a holy crown.
Sometimes we are arrogant,
Sometimes we are proud,
Sometimes we are someone,
Lost in the faceless crowd.
Sometimes we are rich and 
Sometimes we are poor,
Sometimes we are angels,
Scratching at the door.
Sometimes I'm living and 
Sometimes I am dead,
Sometimes there is no thoughts
Turning in my head.
Sometimes looking forwards,
Sometimes looking back,
The circle still unbroken,
The train still on the track.
Sometimes we are caught and
Sometimes we are free,
But we always come back praying,
Under this olive tree.

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We have today among us
Those who prey upon our soul
Preying on the weak and helpless
With making money as their goal

For religion is their business
And they are doing well
With your fear of your damnation
The only product that they sell

They harrumph prognostications
Pretending to be wise
Making "learned" interpretations
To pools of upturned eyes

“Burden of proof” a foreign concept
Some of their teachings, outright lies
The laws of truth in advertising 
To them do not apply 

Their customers are the ignorant
Their stories frightening and sublime
How you’ll go to hell forever
If you don’t buy into their line

For fear is powerf’ly effective
Against the young and frightened soul
And they have honed it masterf’ly
As their instrument of control

They created a vicious devil
And a terrifying hell
And unleashed them on their faithful
To help their products sell

They made God into a tyrant
Who will punish them at will
If they do not bow down before them
And their commands fulfill

They offer no true knowledge
That would free men from their rack
Just the “hope” of their salvation
To keep them coming back

For if they taught them truly
What the Master plainly taught
The cash flow they rely on
Would vanish on the spot

For there is no damnation
As there is no hell
And there is no one to judge you
You will only judge yourselves

They took the stories of the Master 
And changed them all around
Until his perfect teachings 
Are nowhere to be found

He did not teach damnation
And He never taught of hell
He taught only to love each other
As all true readings tell

He fought against religions
And they all wanted him dead
For religion blocks the minds of men
And gives them superstition instead

He taught of evolution
And the progress of the soul
In it’s quest to Gods’ perfection
For that’s the final goal

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The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

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The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God

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Church View Other Religions

Church view other religions Church respects other religions That is good and true She respects and promotes freedom of religion Human right Effect of the Truth will be seen later She knows Father Christ, sole redeemer of mankind He alone is “the way, the truth and the life” ([St.] Jn 14 : 6) (YOUCAT) 4092013

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The Master Passed through the heart of town
The crowd was huge and crushing down
She couldn’t reach him, began to probe 
And finally touched him on the robe

He felt the jolt of energy 
And turned around so he could see
“Who touched me there that I could feel”
She said “t’was me, you made me heal”

“Your faith has healed you” sayeth he
“It was your faith it wasn’t me
You thought t’was me but you will find
It was the God within your mind”

“For every one has God within
The Father in me is also in you
All that stops you is your sin
As you believe so be it for you”

His disciples asked him “what is sin?”
And he did not hesitate
If you want to avoid the cost of sin
He said “do not do what you hate “

The miracles you see are not miracles, you see
These things and greater will you also do
When you learn to imitate me
You will do all these things too

For He is just an older soul
Come back to help man rise above
His desperate state of materiality
And teach them how to love

The highest vibration man can reach
Is pure agape love
This is the message he came to teach
To help man rise above

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A Single Syllable

Some of the most meaningful words
Are just a single syllable
"Love," and "Hate;" "You," and "I," and then
"Me" and "Mine" and "Yours," also, "Ours"
"Life" and "Death," "Dark" and "Light," (as in
"Let" "There" "Be" "Light")... but also "Sad;"
"Grace," but also "Fall" "From," and "Loss"
"Joy" and "Faith" come with "Pain" and "Sin"
There's "Peace," (though "War" is said as swift);
"Here" and "Gone" and, respectively, "Don't" "Go;"
"Long" is still just as short as "Short"
"Weak" is never lesser than "Strong"
It's as quick to say "Right" as "Wrong"
It's as much to say "Less" as "More;"
"End" was never harsher a word than "start;"
"Can" was never harder than "can't;"
"Look," "See," "Hear," "Touch," "Taste," each word, then
Think hard on any one of them;
All just a single syllable-
How can one, short sound mean so much?

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Agnosticism Debunked

   ex cathedra
      from a group so astute,
"For sure
   and for certain
      there are no absolutes!"
And who in the world could doubt
   their claim,
   solid like a stone.
Men whose duty it is to know
   that nothing
   can be known.

NOTE: ex cathedra is Latin for "from the seat of authority".

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I wish life had its own sharp erasers, Like pencils have erasers, lead and point And have erasers ready and handy We can right our wrongs without traces. Removing anything with firm yet soft strokes Leaving no trace of the previous mistakes Making it seem there was no imperfection. Except, of course those pink remnants. Erasers don’t pretend to justify errors, What they do is only try to justify. Don’t forget we have the greatest eraser That leaves no those pink remnants. That is prayer to the Lord for atonement We can right our wrongs without traces.
+++++ Motif : Religious/Philosophical Date :2-5-14 Dr. Ram Mehta FOURTH PLACE WIN Contest: Impress Me III by Giorgio V.

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Blessings Of The Lord

Day by day we perceive the blesssings of the Lord,
The snowy day that reminds us about the blessings of warmth and friendship,
Friendship that is distant and always remembered,
Miracles that are difficult to define,
A church and portals that you used to visit,
Structures beautiful, unique and powerful,
 Hymns sung and bible verses read,
Choirs where the bells ring and the songs are sung,
Ministers preaching the wisdom of God,
Relatives forever loved and protected by the Lord,
Blessed reunions and visits redefined,
Talents shared and appreciated,
The Lord's poet blessed by God's friendship,
Athletic strength as a senior guided by God,
Royalty sacred and divine, a blessing to mankind.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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They Pray to God

A thousand lives in fear of hell
Through tears and pain they suffered well
They are the lost, can’t find their way
They suffer on from day to day
They cry for mercy with fear and dread
They live their lives among the dead
Their lives are not in their control
They pray “God Save Me, please spare my soul”

They raise their head and say “What’s this?”		
 “I heard a thought, it felt like bliss
I need to listen, it could be right
It sounded good, I saw a light
I have this feeling, I can’t suppress 
That I can defeat this emptiness
I see there’s truths I’ve not been told”
They pray to God “Please tell me more”

A sudden vision strikes their soul
“I see that truth can make me whole
I now must know the final truth
That I couldn’t see when in my youth
I see it now, there’s no need for pain
It’s how you play it, what you learn in the game
I can control my destiny
The greater truth has set me free”
They see that man has had a fall
They pray for wisdom, to know it all

They thank the Lord that they finally see
They are the Gods of their destiny
They look upon their fellow man
With pity, for they know they can
Assist them through their painful strife
And learn the purpose of their life
Their lives can be in their control
They are the masters of their soul

“For one last time I shall return
To help my fellow man to learn
The path to wisdom, to save his soul”
They pray “Thank God, you made me whole”

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The innocent child still crying,
That you nailed up on your wall,
Her tears are freely flowing,
As the autumn leaves do fall.
The wind of time still blowing,
Across the lonely way,
As the soldiers march to battle,
On this bright and sunny day.
I couldn't get the words,
To leave my knotted throat,
I couldn't get my loved ones,
To leave the sinking boat.
I couldn't think the thoughts,
That could protect me from the light,
Couldn't see your beauty,
Hidden in my night.

And now the end is coming,
Riding on the wind,
To blow away illusions,
To blow up everything.

The riders horse is thunder,
The swords are flashing high,
As the angels of destruction 
Fall from the darken sky.

A million times I told you,
Whispered in your ear,
A million blessing hidden,
Behind the demons of your fears.

The innocent lamb is bleeding,
As the lightening flashes by,
The autumn leaves still falling,
From the sadness in your eye.

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Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace

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It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.

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Lives to Live

We have dreams to fulfill.
We have goals to achieve.
We have hearts to inspire.
We have love to give.
We have faith to teach.
We have hope to send.
We have strength to create.
We have bravery to find.
We have positivity to shine.
We have courage to build.
We have stories to tell.
We have hands to hold.
We have lives to live.
All in Your Heavenly name,
We pray,

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Home Is Not a Place but a Thought

Soon I will be traveling      
To the valley of the stars 
And the shoreline of the Milky Way
Where near connects to far.

My senses fading rapidly
As darkness closes in
Like a fog bank over mountain tops
Void of sound or wind.  

Bow and arrow-headed past Polaris 
Beyond Orion’s belt – 
Galaxies beyond galaxies  
Or anything yet seen or felt.  

Star-dust bound to that forever now 
Eternally timeless life and death – 
To the Maker of matter and anti-matter 
And giver of life and breath.

Minstrel of music, Painter of skies 
One for All and All in One –
Where old is new as morning dew      
And darkness and light come from. 

Where departures are deceptive and death reflective
Of times and places we’ve known –
Where déjà vu’ is nothing new 
And oceans turn to snow.

Where once upon a mystery   
In those early Christian miles – 
I heard Jesus laughing and Buddha clapping   
The day I learned to smile. 

With Shiva dancing and Lipizzons prancing 
In a wave-like, particle spin – 
Where uncertainty turns to reality 
And disappears like a by-gone wind. 

Where stretching the bounds of life itself 
Is a weirdly – wonderful ride – 
Like falling from a roller coaster down below 
And the bottom is nothing 
                                       but sky.  
I’m going back there and everywhere
In the eye of the hurricane storm – 
Into the realm of the looking glass  
Where memories and dreams are born.  

Where truth is a lie and fiction real 
And proof is a playful thing – 
Where telekinesis is more than a thesis 
And the universe sparkles and sings.   

And the warm Light of Transcendence and others in attendance 
Wait where the river runs deep – 
For another soul’s travel to try and unravel 
How far we can go when we sleep.    

Where yesterday lives with tomorrow today
And heaven is real as green grass –
For you, me and they and all who obey 
In the laws of good nature that lasts. 

Where consciousness resides love never dies 
And home’s not a place but a thought – 
Separation ended, hatred suspended  
And nothing more needs to be sought.                  

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“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen…”  2.Corinthians 4:18”

Eternal daughter of
Celestial reason,  
Inherent force of
Functioning of the 
Actualization of the
Divine plan,
Unifying force of 

Your protective wise
Behind the veil of
Mystic Isis concealed, 
Into the kernel of
Each existence,
In secret she 
Desired you
Your Holly mission to

Although you are
Present in all things,
Directing the divine
Choreography of
Endlessly regulating 
From within 
This miracle of life,
Imperceptible to 
Our senses forever 
Even though 
Before our inquisitive 
You incessantly 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    30 January 2013

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A Prayer For Healing

Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,

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An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.

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A Hundred Years

These superficial lives we lead,
are they really worth the cost?
Like a charging stallion-steed,
we're strong and proud... but lost.
The things today we hold in hand,
are temporary treasures,
but effort spent to feed your soul
will surely last forever....
If you could know the day you'll die,
would you let time just idle by?
Or would you try to bend the course of fate,
to make that final ending late?
So this question might be asked,
when you're finished with this lifelong task.
Of all the laughter, sweat and tears...
Will it matter in a hundred years?
Copyright © 2002

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So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.

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For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...

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He is pessimist's prime,
Developing and enveloping our entire minds.
We shatter ourselves just to see him succeed,
But realize with him, we have nothing we need.
So it's time to break the spell he cast,
And pray to God his work won't last.
I thank God for He is always here
Because without Him and with fear,
No cup and no cheer,
For our end would draw near. 

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Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain

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Too Many Contradictions

I never understood people who claim that,
they “believe in God”, but not in his creations…
Angels, demons, spirits or that all animals have souls.

Why many who believe in the “Holy Spirit”,
deny the existence of “spirits” seen by others; the human soul, itself.

Why those who claim that they are “faithful”,
Still allow fear to rule every decision that they make.

Those who claim to be “Christian”,
But do the opposite of what “Christ”, taught…
“Christians” aren't supposed to lie, cheat, steal, abuse other people, 
animals or the Earth; start wars, build bigger weaponry to create more carnage.
Neither are Muslims.

Why people follow blindly, preachers, priests, politicians; (all fallible humans) words,
without using their own brains to seek the truth.
Or why we refer to this blind ignorance as, “Patriotism”.

Why those of science think that they know all that there is to know, 
yet if they did, our species would cease to grow, to progress in any direction.

Why scientists, whose job it is to research possibilities only choose to research probabilities…
”sure things” are NOT science.
Apparently, out-of-the-box thinking has left our universe!

Why government and pharmaceutical companies continue to pump toxins, 
pesticides and carcinogens into our food, water, air and medications while knowing 
they are the cause of many cancers and disease.  It’s mass genocide.

Why greedy corporate heads prefer making money over the health 
of their own loved ones;
their own children, grandchildren; even themselves.
The agony their greed causes will someday be their own.
Some call it, “Karmic Justice”.

Why we need to keep inventing bigger, more deadly weapons
with which to destroy each other.
Why we raise innocent children,
only to turn them into perfectly legal, military killers.

Why we brag about our freedom of choice, our freedom as individuals, 
to choose life over death, or visa-versa; yet, call it “patriotic” 
to send individuals to die in a senseless and unnecessary war.

Why anyone can sue or prosecute those who support their own “right to die”,
It’s your birth right; it’s inevitable, anyway.

Why God doesn't just slam our whole planet
into a giant brick wall;
as if it were a sculpture gone wrong, and start over.
Why the human species chooses to be more destructive and deadly 
than any other living creature on the planet.

Why my species insists on being God’s only mistake!

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Church really forgives sins

Father Christ not only forgive sins
He grant the Church
Mission and the power 
Free man from all their sins

Through the ministry-> Priest
Penitent receives Eternal God’s forgiveness
His guilt is wiped away
Completely as it had never existed

Priest can do this only 
Father Christ allows him
Participate in His own divine power
To forgive sins 


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Kierkegaard: Dream Clouds

Kierkegaard: Dream Clouds

A religious poet, mingled in dream
clouds seeing the crudeness of 
youth thunder and explode with
the fierce temper of a child.
We are children

Cirrus clouds light and airy
enveloped the child and buffed
us into adults where our language 
and wisdom subscribes to cultural 
We are adults

The cumulus clouds dreams
are deep inside theological
banking on subjective passion.
Being becomes one with divinity. 
This requires acts of sacrifice
not just regurgitating religious 
norms that come in or out of 
We become spiritually aware.

The cumulus clouds of Kierkegaard's
choice is a dark thunderous proposition!
God can suspend his own ethical norms
like when he asked Abraham to sacrifice 
his only son.
This paradox of faith vs reason walks 
within us individually, either to lead 
or blind us.

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Analysis of life

Good consequences and bad consequences in life 
had not happened according to how someone wanted it to happen, 
rather they are happening all by itself as to how it should have happened. 
There is not a single good consequence and a single bad consequence 
that had ever happened, as it should not have happened. 
Even if it is not due to the consequences of causes and effects during the present life, 
all of it had always happened as consequences of the causes and effects of their past lives.
As a matter of fact, who could ever see the consequences of causes and effects of their past lives. 

(  by Dr Ko Ko Thein)

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Tomorrow Comes A Yesterday

Tomorrow comes a yesterday
And all become the same
As long-held tenets suffocate
Where prayers are prey, and few remain
With knowledge, was it ever there
Except in wistful dreams?
Can consciousness be spun and spared
Without that supernatural being?
Though proof abounds to contradict
Belief for believings' sake
Why swipe the crown or smite the tick
Of Heavenly Host or heathenly wraith?
Disgruntled hordes will take a stand
Against life's tyranny
But none are wiser than the man
Who sews and reaps eternal seed
Enduring scorn, inviting scoffs
While going 'gainst the grain
Of physics, Darwin and the clock
Which ushered the almighty bang
So, what is right and who is wrong
And does the Chairman care?
When nothing satisfies the throngs
Who fight more wars for space and air
Who claims the spoils of rock and soil
If nothing more awaits
The passage of the mortal coil
Than ashen hearth or shallow grave?
Yet, if, in time, time disappears
And all things cease to be
Who'll hoist a stem in Bertha's Bar
To boldly toast time's victory?
Tomorrow comes a yesterday
In perfect symmetry
Where life is but a brief charade
And only grief is guaranteed

Save for the ones who're blessed
Who've searched their hearts and met
The Perfect Peace

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Philosopher's Eucharist

Down, down to the Earth, 
hide your shameful face. 
What is a man without grace? 
But an Animal 
insane and base. 
Fight your inner demons
with your mind. 
Free yourself to fly
Up, up to the sky.

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All In All

Poem Titled: All In All.
Written, by: Ronald Watson
All in AllMy Poetry on PoetrySoup

All in all, that Corruptible wall.
This is all what old clay bricks should be.
What protocols to stacking society?
Multicultural from A to Z.
One brick two brick three.
It is politics, propagandas, and rhetoric’s.
As which, all are called hypocrites.
It is all my eyes could see,
Them so called major Flaws and those minor Jim Crow Laws;
Abusing freedom, causing it to stop or suddenly pause.
One brick, two brick three.

Thus, this poem is called, all in all, but 
Only God is, inconceivablelity.
My Poetry on PoetrySoup

Thank you.

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Beginners on Roads

  I remember gazing at, through some moving vehicle:
         the foggy mountains mystical; the setting sun; the distant blue sky. 
                  It (landscape) winked, 
            and I (confused) waved back;
                 It (landscape) shuddered 
                     and I (resolute) held its hand. 
       Then the area went black and white. 
Meandering words, empty and transparent, filled what was once a visual scene. 
         I attempted to organize my thoughts, 
   readjust my lessening vision, reassign colors to words, place invisible meaning 
             into a little box called order and logic. 
        But the earth cared not for my pedestrian opinions or my confused and idealistic musing,
 romantic staring as some derivative form of deep, abstract thinking. 
          I asked her what do the wandering clouds mean, the chanting brooks and the whispering wind? 
                 And she said everything and nothing. 

Everything and Nothing… 
Well then the Earth is truly a genius, isn't she? 

There is no meaning to be found, except for some formless, shapeless mass, 
         odorless and austere like blank crumpled paper.  
I attempted to mold it, to shape it, to essentially create a somethingness out of nothingness
    … like some God. 
The clump, then, went flat, and then disappeared.  
    And the scene returned, 
          and the mountains were back just in time to be passed by my window. 
     And that left me staring dumbfounded, 
     for now there was no tool to interpret the return of coquettish waves and the expansive skies. 
 I kept riding in the vehicle, still hopelessly staring into the vast sunset.

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All of the Past Delete

All of the Past Delete

Are there actual abilities in your soul?
It remains sinless and always whole;
Things outside of our soul commit sin
Which is done over and over again.

Between soul and sin is a separation
And continues in process of preparation
For us to heaven which we will glide
All else is thrown away and left aside.

The soul is that single, simple thing
God back to Him wants to bring;
All else far away will be caste
As it all becomes part of the past.

About our past, God could care less
So He has instructed you to confess
Sins of burden on body He will remove
And yourself to Him never have to prove.

Why do we become complacent and growl?
Stop praying to God and pitch in towel
All of the answers we soon will know 
When to heaven we eventually go.

By then my friend, it never matters at all;
Am now in heaven after hearing God's call
And what He said when me did great,
" You're with me and all of the past delete."

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Boundless Grace

blessed be
the eyes of heavens
boundless graced
in every direction
filled with
clouds to perfection

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A Place I Call It Home

let me
build a nest
without wings but
invest in strong hands
to build and craft
upon the
branch of life
a place 
i call
it home

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Before They Take Flight

when birds 
dip their wings
into Holy Water
before they
take flight
across the 
snowy owl moon
what faithful night

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Positive Things

Positive Things


It was exactly what we had expected

While some other things were detected

Which then caused the motion to change

From enemy who was now out of range.


So would it happen again and again?

Was it all our sins which lived within?

And soon the thought to us did occur

This is more then we want to endure.


Not only that, was beyond our control

God is only one who can save our soul

And provide relief from all of our grief

In our mind and body reinforce belief.


Now that God has total control over me

From my each and every sin set soul free

Is absolutely no limit as to what I can do

Positive things will appear to me and you.


James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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You're Just A Breath Away

tommorow has
unspeakable odds
i must confess
to want more or less
i shall not
quantify it 
by myself
the special needs but
lord just 
plant the seeds
let faith handle
what i need and
i shall do 
the good deeds
tommorow has
unspeakable odds
lord i am 
gonna be ready and
i know that
you'er just 
a breath away

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Back to Heaven Again

Back to Heaven Again

What we want is for love and sensibility
Both to last a whole lifetime into infinity
Problems solved and an answer render
Which never requires any legal tender.

Realize God above is our one and only
Who supports you when down and lonely
Will take our hand and then leads us on
So we will find success in each new dawn.

Don't let us foolishly around be dashing
Or needlessly many others we are trashing
Know God is near and always available
Causes economy and rough seas to be stable.

Always glad each time when His spirit is near
And us on straight and narrow, he will steer
Retrieve when lost or deep in a lion's den
In end, help us return back to heaven again.

Jame Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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section so I can see who is reading my poems. You
can leaver the rest of it blank. Thanks.

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I Fear No Evil

hear my prayer
hear my plea
how to make ends meet
how to put
food on our table
for the children to eat
how to put clothes
on our backs and
able to walk through
the streets
how to choose between
buying gas or how to
pay for these 
medical bills
only the 
strong survives but
if it is in 
your power and 
your will
i just wanna sing and
live my life
according to
the word of God
thus the lord is 
my shepard and
i shall not want
i fear no evil

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Autumn Dance

burgundy red 
then aspen gold 
what tapestry
the leaves unfold 
make their 
autumn dance
the leaves 
have souls

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The Truth In Her Eyes Again

i see 
the truth
in her eyes
well beyond
all the stars but 
don't her 
move away
the light
lplease Lord 
no more pain
the truth
in her
eyes again

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More Than A Dream

i am
in the middle
of a dream
once in a lifetime
on top of this hill
that it seems so real
i am
standing in
the center of 
love and happiness
once in a lifetime and
i fell
all the light 
from the bright stars
oh lord
to look beyond the soul
more than a dream

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Against Heaven's Light

death carves out
a place
between space and time
death walks through
the light
in opposition to
the will of God and 
His might
death hold up 
her black umbrella
to shield against 
the storm of trust 
against heaven's light

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Wonder Where It Went

Wonder Where It Went

Time passed by and wonder where it went
Along with other things God had sent
Past is no longer here and has gone
Yet there still will be another new dawn.

Of me, what has God really expected
Would be nice if He was always respected
Even if I found a friendly frog on a log
Spell God backwards and it becomes dog.

Dog days we have when God is not there
Our hearts and souls, He handles with care
When it is God who we needed and wanted
Down like a bird must He have to be hunted.

God's like a door that does constantly revolve
Puzzles and mysteries for you He can solve
So you can always arrive at a right conclusion
Don't avoid God or expose Him to exclusion.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Hummingbirds At Night

i hear
the soft hum
of the
at night

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O Gentle Light

o gentle light
walk beneath
thy soul 
in sight and
sit next to
thy lonely
we pray
o gentle light

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The Clouds Are Singing High

imagine the
cotton white clouds
that rest in 
royal blue sky
singing verses
before i die
yes the clouds
are singing
their voices
climb high
hear an old Irish tune
O'Danny Boy

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Become More Diligent

Become More Diligent

Good poems will read and better mine will get
When great poets like you on Poetry Soup let
Become my great guide as I am growing
Ending up with amount of my poems over-flowing.

Not only that, a perfect example you set
For me to follow and even far better yet
With each of God's poems, I am impressed;
Love each one and constantly have caressed.

Which poem at Poetry Society should I read?
To fulfill a woeful want while meeting a need
And take heed when you are just like some
Whose ego and heads to high have become.

So my poems are thoughtful and never naughty
And hoping I haven't become too haughty;
Time quickly arrived swiftly passing by and went;
God, guide me in writing my poems more diligent.

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Leave This Earth Behind

the flesh of
thy soul
shall leave 
this earth
without dying

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The Sun

The sun is soon to go down,
Serenity will descend on the town,
A peace that is so special, like a bride,
My identity, is who I am with pride,
You can't discover when you don't look,
A person needs more reading than does a book,
Because in a book the words are black on white for all to see,
However with people you have to delve deeper than deep,
To discover that what you already know, 
Let the emotions and feelings grow,
How high will the sycamore tree grow?
Cut it down and you'll never know. 
The sun will continue to go down and rise,
and sees all with its yellow, smiling eyes.

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To Spread Your Sweet Word

is a 
in the heart of
River Jordan
equip me with
the battle amor and 
swift steed
to spread your
sweet word

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In The Hands of Prometheus

where does
evil rest assure
in the hands
of our
magicians and
court jesters or
fire in the
hands of

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The Otherside of Night

what glee
and gleam
i dream
a dream of
the crescent moon
at night
that hang from
starry sky in sight
the neon white smile of
black and purple
stripped cheshire cat
that ask 
who are you
before he 
fades away
with delight
on the
otherside of night

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Placed Upon Every Hill

what is death
but a place
on top of 
a sky
full of
placed upon 
every hill

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If God sent you a messenger,
Who bore unwanted news,
And told you to prostrate yourself,
What response would you choose?

Would you accept a message that
Laid waste to all your views;
That claimed, in your pursuit of truth,
You've overlooked the clues?

And if the messenger revealed,
That truth evades your sight,
Would you believe he’s heaven sent,
Or from the darkest night?

Did any of God’s messengers
From Noah to Saint Luke,
Share ego stroking messages, 
Or was it God’s rebuke?

For when a message challenges
The things we think we know,
Reproach will be the proud response,
With every stone we throw.

We vilify the messenger,
And cast him from our sight.
The Lord would never speak through him,
To tell us we aren't right!

Though our ways are not the Lord’s ways,
And His thoughts aren't our thoughts,
We still believe we know the truth,
And can connect the dots.

But none will enter through the gate,
Knowing more than the least.
The truth cannot be found within
The scientist or priest.

For truth exists beyond the flesh,
The lens your eyes look through.
Knowledge is nothing more than faith,
In what you hope is true.

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The Old Man And the Sea

The Old Man And the Sea
© Ben Burton 12-19-2014

"I'm troubled by the humbling plight of man's mortality"
The old man said aloud while kicking sand
"Why can't we be as timeless as the soulless, salty sea
Or even as the muddy Rio Grande

"Why must we come and go before we've barely wet a hook
And be adjudged for walking cross the pier
And yet the sea is fortified by rivulet and brook
And waves its cap for many billion years"

The old man wandered to the surf and shook an angry fist
Toward the place where sea and heaven met
"Why must I be accountable for what I can't resist
And be exposed for secrets I have kept?"

The sea like a leviathan with tempest in its wake
Did bellow out producing lightening bolts
"Oh, yes, you come and go and leave a trail of endless waste
And yet, you said yourself, I have no soul

"So give me ninety billion years and triple that times two
Is not a tick of time, you mindless lad
The day will come when I shall dry and earth will perish, too
But still, the Great Unknown will hold your hand"

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Walks Through The Sky

the songbird
walks through 
the sky
with its wings
stretched out wide
that burst 
through the
clouds somehow
as it sings
reach for
higher ground

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Faith Heals Me Again

i feel
the uplift
against my wings
yes faith 
heals me again
lord i
lift up 
your name and
i shall
never be
the same

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Light Taketh Hold of Me

l felll
your gravity and
i know 
we are 
stil here thus
i have 
no fear
taketh hold of me

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Brahma III

Brahma III

The frivolous life lives vainly 
looking at a phantom, chasing after illusion;
men accuse one another thinking their life is real,
fight each other thinking they are existing. Today as well,
I wander in the valley of maya(1) upholding a banner of avidya.(2)

When I see blooms 
dance joyfully in the air with butterfly.
When I see flowers wilted
I lament drooping my shoulders.
When I hear the shrill chirrup of a cicada
I ponder over a meaning of misery 
while carrying the scorching sun on my back.

Hanging on the wind 
that took the color of moonlight
while stepping on the fallen leaves in the decaying plain,
I was stood in the midst of immaculate snow covered field
before I was aware of it, and that’s why I was struck with reverence;
it may be an indication that the soles of my feet may have stepped
onto pure ground. Anyhow, while thawing the frozen heart
with my breath, the breath freezes before my heart is thawed, 
I found I am standing in the colorless empty field.

Since all are nil, the weight of life is nothing
more than the weight of a shadow. And the trail 
leading to a tunnel of darkness I must grope through 
entrusting my karma(3) from former life.

Still, I must overcome former life’s karma 
arousing my consciousness looking up to dharma,(4) 
walking with samcita(5) karma, by means of meritorious deeds
and virtuous conduct. Still, laying problems before me is
no way to get rid of the rusts of the flesh. Anguish comes from 
the bottom of the deepest sea, keeps tormenting me.

Although, I may not able to step on the faramita(6) the pure land,
who knows agami(7) karma’s knot maybe loosen if I swam  
through the sea of anguish. Alas, it would be another illusion 
in the cycle of reincarnation because sabha(8) is nothing but the nothing.

If it’s not the nirvana(9) able to avoid naraka(10) 
and it’s the way to flee from the cycle of reincarnation 
which is the beginning and end of the life. It would be better
to die on a roadside no one knows while traveling 
to an unknown destination, because life wheels around 
fettered to eternity that would connect to dust forever
is a furthered karma, the detestable life’s linkage 
and it’s the samsara,(11) which overcomes nil with nil,
it’s the means to win anguish, to attain 
a stage of asasrava(12) through moksha,(13) 
to unite the world of Brahma 
the beginning and end of the straying soul.

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To Still knoweth God

what we 
shall hide 
these clouds but
His promise
shall not
be broken
when Jesus
is my rock
bountiful foundation
to rest upon
our souls
still belongeth
to God

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Many Are Now Refusing

Many Are Now Refusing

What thought are in their each mind
Along with facts have become resigned
Which they will be willing to accept
Who on subject have slept and slept.

How did world end up with an abundance?
Of sin, greed, malice and much repugnance;
Hopefully soon from God a message He'll send
Saying, "!!!All of this must be brought to an end!!!"

Is it always true that only time will tell
When on foolish faces we all finally fell;
Are you one of those who fervently tries
Yet ends up hiding behind a mental disguise.

God, show me again good times once more
Like all those great ones we had before
When message was clear and not confusing;
To accept You, many are now refusing.

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In Each Others Arm

mother and daugther
in each 
others arm thus
to keep 
themselves warm but
in the 
eye of the storm