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Lide Sangtam Poem
My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless
I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge
I hold on to the little shred of hope in me,
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair,
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.
Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.
Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?
Drowned from my grief,
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.
Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine,
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust,
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.
"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth
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Let not the pain of death enter my body
I the Pharaoh, son of the gods
Here my wife, who is the daughter of the Nile
The daughter of Isis sits beside my throne,
Is she not beautiful?
I live and roam the abode of the gods,
In eternity I stay with the majesties
Of the immortal gods
Mortality has no hold of me
I alone carry the staff of Osiris,
Behold! I judge thy weight of the heart,
With that of the golden feather
Thoth that measures thy heart shall tell me of thy heart’s content.
If I find thy heart lighter than the feather;
And find thy honesty,
I shall let you enter the heaven of the gods and goddesses.
If not, then, a beast to devour thee, waits for the dishonest.
Know me by my throne, made of gold
I am cloth with ornaments made of jade and sapphire,
White silk of clothing, with jewels from faraway lands.
Anyone that dear look down upon me shall die
And those that despise me, shall fine their homes burned down,
with fires from heaven.
Who am I? I have asked thee
Look at Anubis, the son of Nephthys bringer of death.
Do you await him to bring me great sorrow?
Shall he warp me with a yard of cloth?
Shall I find peace in death and my fate be judge by him?
If so, I have a place among them.
My afterlife is in paradise, their awaits a bundle of joy
With music of the immortal, with harps, lutes, lyres
And servants to tend to my every need.
But even if I die, the weight of mine own heart, shall be as light as a feather.
For I know mine own honesty.
As I sail across the sandbank of Apophis,
I have my guide, Ra, the god of the sun to light my path
No monstrous serpent of chaos shall wreck his boat,
The boat in which, I am in.
So, I ask thee, traveler from the west
What is thy business with a god?
Look at my palace, is it not magnificent?
Has is not, the decoration and flowers that surpasses all human designs?
I have built these with rocks
Sands was the foundation of my legacy,
Shall all things compare to that of the past days?
I carry the burden of my glory, and yes, it is heavy.
But will such foundation as the sand be strong enough to hold against the tide?
Love is abiding that is true, but only in those who welcomes it.
My love for my beautiful wife, oh! How well have I been treated
With love from her is better than any pleasure a man can have.
Faithful to the gods or my wife? That I know not.
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Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"
At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"
"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.
"If the blind could see you,
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"
"Life I live is simple indeed,
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king?
What flies would harm the young flocks?"
The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.
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I was in the coffee house, sipping from that old cup.
I was in New York; winter had never felt so cold,
Yet fitting for such a cold hearted city as this
It was at mid-night, just me and the bar keeper.
He must have gotten a cold, for he kept on rubbing his nose
I drank my last cup of coffee for the road, and made my way,
With a 2 dollar dip in the jar; it was dark and yet another scream
From the dark alley, it all seems normal for the lost of life.
It was snowing, like the snow angel herself was here in this city.
As I walked across the alley,
As that alley was a shortcut to my apartment
Maybe I was cheap to take a taxi!
Too cheap to even consider using my own car
But, hay, saving fuel is saving environment or something.
I heard a noise or was it my imagination,
A little puppy, shivering, loss, hungry and cold
She had cute round eyes and stared at me,
With brown hair, alone with spotted white fur around her neck
And long ears, I just couldn't ignore her.
I looked around and saw no one looking for her,
What was I thinking? Surely nobody would care if i just took this puppy in.
I took off my coat and warp the sweet little thing;
"The city that doesn't care, life is a strange thing."
As I made my way to my apartment,
I wondered, of what I should call her;
'Lucy sounds nice, don't you think", as I pet her.
My apartment is too big for me, just a lonely place for my head to rest.
I fed her some of the leftovers. She just kept on munching
Police sirens and helicopters, "ah…the sound of the concrete jungle"
Count your blessings the priest says, count your money the city says.
Fortunate or not I was lucky to cross path with Lucy, sweet little thing.
She kept on barking, with her tail shaking,
She seemed excited to be in her new home.
Gave her a good hot bath, she made quiet a messed!
She was playful, I slept on my couch in front of the fireplace,
Nothing new, on my television screen;
The same old news, gags, game shows, you know... excreta!
Lucy was something new though, she slept on my belly,
She looked so innocent and peaceful, Lucy…sweet little thing in my life.
I gently pet her, and slowly played my saxophone.
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She that nurtured my heart to love,
She that taught me to walk by her path.
Reassuring my beating chest to calmness and care.
Of solitude with her, where cherry tree blossoms and leaves that withers.
She is a rare flower found with the lilies, roses and daffodils.
Like a gift of rain in summer, a cold breeze in autumn,
An aroma of seasoned flowers, a fragrance of ajar meadowsweets.
I asked thee too much to be mine, not to lose her in changing seasons.
Life of her and her presence makes my face glow.
My blood to rush like an overpowering river.
Distances matters not but steps taken to meet her does.
My life be a flaw but thy life be a symbol of perfection; Do I love her?
Yes! For thee is cold in summer and warm in winter.
Rest in thy lover’s chest and find thy breathing rhyme with my beating heart.
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Man does not know me,
For they know not my nature;
Yet deceiving themselves,
To be the judges of truth
Devil knows me,
But makes a mockery of me;
God knows me but He is silent.
I heard the wind blowing from the south, east, west and the north.
I heard a voice from afar
Of coming days of turmoil and despair
And my future came to a haul.
I came across a long bridge, of life and death.
As I stood in the middle and heard a thunderous voice
"Haul! I am the gatekeeper. No one crosses this bridge without my consent"
He said: “Look at thy work", as he pointed to the north.
As I looked I saw a huge tower of edifice,
Jutting out of the ground
And as I looked and gaze as it pierce the heavens
I saw Oblivion.
He stood high above the heavens,
Looking down on the earth,
That He was about to devour.
Over shadowing the longest plains
And the tallest mountains
I trembled and my body stayed still,
Lifeless and all my hopes were stolen by the size of the Oblivion.
He stretched out his colossus hand,
And it block out the sun
It was night at dawn and the lights in a man’s heart died out.
His legs crushed the mountains and destroyed the valleys;
He provoked men into anger,
And a man’s fury and wrath has undone them.
Trembling in fear, the frightful appearance of the Iron Giant
I fainted, for the Oblivion…looked at me,
As I slowly fainted and eyes began to close, helpless as I was
The Gatekeeper with a voice of ultimate wrath of a thousand Holy Angles;
Destroyed the Colossus Iron Giant, and I Heard the voice of the Divine,
“Know than, my child that I know thee,
For I have always known thee even before thy birth”
Man does not know me,
For they know not my nature;
Yet deceiving themselves,
To be the judges of truth
Devil knows me,
But makes a mockery of me;
But God knows me and He does not shut the doors of Heaven
Neither to good or evil men
I realize the wind was God, telling me of the things about to befall the world of man.
The Iron giant was banished into the deep and chained for all eternity.
Then He said, “The tower is the pride of man,
They challenge the heavens with their knowledge;
The Iron Giant is the destructive nature of man,
And I have bide them in chains to humble them”
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The old wolves, they slumber unto evening.
Harmless and fragile, poses no threat to no creature.
So, the old are wise and experience; and, yet lacks strength.
Cautious, patience and courteous that makes an old man.
Like seasons in nature all man has theirs.
But how can a man be weary? When he is young,
Naive in nature, curious and full of life,
So uncanny of foreseeing their future,
With passion for success, yet so blissfully unaware,
Unease and trouble minded.
Tried and filled with regrets of the past,
Of things which he could have done,
Sorrow fills the heart of the old, hoping to see brighter days.
For his days of glory is nothing but distance memories.
Young man has little things to regret,
But a misfortune follows.
Cause the old are wise in actions but young man are not so.
A man becomes weary in life because of their age.
All things come to an end and is replaced by anew,
So, exhaustion of an old man is understandable,
When his weight has lighten,
And no longer needs to race with the World,
But rest and guide the coming generations.
But will the old generation corrupt the new?
Or the new learn from the old?
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The Word has brought forth thee;
And gave thee names
Gave thee, the enchanting beauty of ages,
Maturing sun that gave you hope
And the dying stars that lid up the skies.
Thee tend to thy flocks and rub olive oil to thy little lamps.
Ope thy heart to the untended flocks
But, lo and behold;
They came and corrupted thy youth
Beauty loss by the hands of man
Trembled and feared were they that deceived thee,
Thy wrath was the sound of thunder
Undone were they, for they have test thy patience
Lost and forgotten, ye that came found serenity among thy children.
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A moment of solitude is a moment of clarity,
A moment of peace, to find one's thoughts,
Nature beckons thy attention to reminisce in truth and not faulty.
Hear the robins sing and the darkling thrust that finds joy as winter passes.
The howling of the wind, the shading of trees
The blossoms of flowers that greets thy presence,
Simply to find pleasure with her,
For it cost nothing to admire and be in her presence.
Listen to the tree nymphs as they shy away but be playful to thee,
They that led thee to Rhea, she whose beauty be the wild of nature;
And find a place where ye find thy weary head a rest, in the bosoms of her.
Let he that finds peace in solitude be true to where it be found,
That be not in the company of a tyrant, but in her fertility.
Be drunk with the wine of Dionysus, for solitude is the drunkenness of a heart that's wanting.
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This life of man is foreseen by our ancestors,
With a degrading soil of the earth
This world of ours is flooded with uniqueness
Everyone is gifted, but not everyone is recognise
Everyone is needy and fulfilled with the jesters lies
So come with me all those who wants a taste of differences
To a time were writers were true and music was of the heart.
Not having the lost of innocents, but assured that it is treasured
Love was easy and knew what love lost in time that never stood constant.
Would find grace in the eyes of God
and not turn away by faulty shepherd.
Lo and behold find the prideful to be humbled
Least their pride be their downfall.
Come and look at the works of the great masters,
And be humbled by their work of ages.
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