Best Causer Poems
I am lost
I can feel no presence
I know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mine
I have a teacher
A teller of all there is to be known of the world
She has bestowed upon me the gifts of a magi
I have sailed deep oceans with noblemen and written great works with worldly scholars
All of this I owe to her, my "teacher"
But through all her wisdom I have heard or seen of no such creature
The one of whose value is as mine
I looked upon the oracle and many great libraries with scriptures overflowing
I still have read or seen of no such monster
I've heard witches speak ancient incantations
and I have sung songs with the sirens
Out of the monsters and spirits that came none of which had a significance as is mine
Upon my dreariness and woeful thought came the final place
A painting of life and death
A tale of heaven and hell at war
The purity of truth blackened by man
I saw upon them a thing of which is mine
Not upon the dead who will be missed
Nor the skeletons carrying away the dead, the ones with purpose
Not even of the severed limbs and broken bones discarded at random in the field of chaos and confusion
No, I saw my equal upon the shadows
A black being darker than silence
A causer of mischief and misfortune
A wielder of pain and sorrow
My equal is hated by all for all he has done
My equal is upon the wicked and the damned sadly he is to dumb to care
My equal of such tresspasses is a demon
My equal is a man who dressed in black kills and dies and is born again through his ashes of filth
He sees his crimes
It is because of this he wept upon his hands
His hands
The hands stained my children's blood and scared by the scratches of the innocent
But I was wrong
I am not equal to a demon, for these are not the acts of a demon but of man
That is my equal
My equal is man
My sins are everlasting
My transgressions are in stone
Man is the cause for the failure of men
Man is the cause for the failure of many!
Posted by Haley Melton at 3:37 AM
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Blind Faith
So, even the expression, blind faith, makes my blood boil.
I've had one too many conversations with "intellectuals" who disdainfully look down on us believers for believing in a Creator. They imply by the expression blind faith, that we do not have the mental capacity to think or to reason, that we blindly, or naively, are lead to believe in God without any proof.
They say that believing in an invisible person, or force is foolishness, a mere childlike fantasy nothing more. One commentator said "I used to have an imaginary friend, when I was a child, but I grew up, and no longer believe in fairy tales, and imaginary sky friends, like God".
Firstly, I would say that it is not foolishness, to believe in invisible forces. Science has proven the existence of radio waves, gravity, magnetic attraction, electricity, wi-fi, and on and on goes the list. So it is not the intellectually weak-minded who believe in invisible forces, it is all rational people.
To be frank, if there is no Originator of life, no Initial Causer, Creator, or Intelligent Designer, then what is left? What initiated life? Chance you say! Ok, let's look at random chance as the initiator of life. Ask any scientist what are the mathematical probabilities, that life, even in it's most rudimentary form came about by chance, they will tell you the odds are trillions to one, over billions of years!
So let me get this straight, believing in a great Causer, when we see the effect (us, life as we know it) is unreasonable, but according to them, it is more reasonable to conclude, that life came from nothing at all, and the odds are trillions to one against it, and that it is a fact. Interestingly, mathematics professors will tell you that 10 billion to one odds, is the limit, beyond that it is not only improbable, but rather, mathematically impossible to happen.
So, to prove God exists, all we need to do, is do the math! It is mathematically impossible that life came by random chance. For those that believe it to be true...sounds a little like...hmmm...... blind faith!
John Derek Hamilton
May 16,2017
When I go deep down
to find a cause behind
I find nothing but a Seeker
and a causeless causer
This earth is round
with which are so bound
Everything revolves around
like the circles of the smoker
Roaming around the world
being a globe trotter
Everybody seems to be a part of
same story of the same writer
Running to be a better
climbing the success ladder
But valley on the sides
becomes deeper and deeper
Tried being a friend
a healer and a lover
But the distance always became
more longer and longer
There was no start
and there will not be any end
The show will always be on
with the smiling Joker
Nobody will be escaped
either king or a beggar
All will float in peace
sooner or a later
Great Minds
Great Minds think alike, that's what they say.
But...Just, what is a great mind, at the end of the day?
Great Minds...are inventive, they create new things.
Great Minds...help humanity, don't destroy everything.
Great Minds...are curious, always searching for the truth.
Great Minds...are not blinded, by arrogance, or by youth.
Great Minds...explore all options, never giving in to pressure.
Great Minds...accept consequences, don't just live for pleasure.
Great Minds...are truly humble, never giving in to pride.
Great Minds...are never closed, by day or by night.
Great Minds...understand all things, especially the whys.
Great Minds...are never Pharisaic, wise in their own eyes.
Great Minds...never worry about what their peers think.
Great Minds... can also change, if true evidence is king.
Great Minds...are never slaves, to popular theories.
Great Minds...teach truth, not artfully contrived stories.
Great Minds...are always open, to reality, and true facts.
Great Minds...are not so open, to cause the brain to detach.
Great Minds...understand the law of cause and effect.
Great Minds...cannot ignore, The Great Causer, and his affect.
Great Minds...never feel superior, someone else knows more.
Great Minds...never stop learning, never close the door.
January30,2013 Revised September 30,2015
5th Place winner in
Poem that time forgot contest
by Silent One
It strikes one at will,
As one whose intent
is to kill,
Causing rumbles and
tumbles in the
stomack,
Making you rummage
for solution down in
the sack!
The causer of all
kinds of ulcer
That entity
accompanied with
bitter pains
Which if untended
lead it can to cancer
And from which there
is loss and no gains!
The solution to be
sought when it
strikes is food
Whether large or
small in quantity
So far as this giant
can be tamed for
good
By it, be it of high or
low quality!
Hunger it is that is
one life's equalities
To both with
reputable and
questionable
qualities!!!
The one that has not succeeded in life knows
that these two dark emotions: fear and pity
are on the same scale of equality;
he feels its lows and takes blows!
I compare myself to him in many ways,
and unable to escape from the loneliness
inside and around me: the only comfort is prayers,
gazing deeper into Heaven and beg for painless days!
When all is bleak and clouds collide to strike
me with lightining, I hide where it's dry and safe;
but there's no ending to fear by being a ghostlike
and not run on hills with excitement to fly a kite!
Pity also hinders me from achieving the fullest joy,
I blame it all on myself, not on the causer of grief;
losing fear is a form of purification to get some relief...
troubled soul, let these two dark emotions become memory!
Written on 6/1/2017
Causer of night-mare to leaders
Inspector of government services
Truth teller and lie hater
Inspirer of civil disobedience
Zealous for share of national cake
Eats own tail in dictatorships
Noted for selling own right for soup
The waking causer
anguishes my the meat
that is ,
could be the unknown called .
Flourished I ,
in my the last dreams
where and there
were I
under the oath
of love called the mendicant .
Wish I
could be beheaded
before ,
stepping on the it called you.
Had I known it
would I have been ,
the “I” again
the who traced of course,
to the dust of the inevitable must …
Since times long ago,
written in legends such and so.
A creature of pure fear,
layed waste to all the lands near here.
Wielding axe and mace,
His black eyes upon his face.
And for blood, an insatiable taste.
Though he may lay dormant,
He will surely rise and torment.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
The people so named him.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
They'd yell as he maimed them.
More evil than, the most furious of demon.
You'll always know he's coming, as you hear the people screaming.
Blood red skin and bellowing war cries.
The last thing seen or heard, before his victim dies.
His reign of destruction and such fright.
Rampaging through the night.
While all of everyone, trembling before his sight
The ravager, the rager.
The sum of utmost danger.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
Is wrecking through the town.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
As the warning bells they sound.
Slashing, bashing, brutally, he's attacking.
Following the panicked voices, lurking in the dark, he is tracking.
Wreaking havoc to all things living.
His soul, completely full, of a hate so giving.
The bringer of all things horrifying.
His savagery forever multiplying.
Don't bother trying to fight it, all those who do simply end up dying.
A whirlwind, a dark red flurry,
the causer of so much worry.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
All the people scream.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
Terror's grand machine.
Early in the morning
as soon as they wake up,
they leave their nests,
when they are hungry,
they fly in the air to look for food.
What's funny,
they don't like to dig,
but they like to eat same as man,
who sweats every day.
Lucky as they are,
God blessed them,
to live in peace not like man,
the trouble causer of the world.
Shame upon them,
not to clean their eyes,
when their job,
it's only to eat and sleep.
Foolish again,
they lost their knowledge,
and uses the dirty claws,
to catch what to eat.
Ignorant as they are,
they can't close their nests,
and the enemy come,
strike their heads and die.
Funny as they are,
they wave in the sky,
and run quickly on the ground,
to pick what to eat and fly.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
they feed on fresh,
but they can't get sick,
really like snakes that feed on dust,
and crawl on the ground when it's hot.
listen to the sound of the rushing world,
wonder what you'd hear if we all slowed down
a minute of an hour a second in a day
Instead if speeding our lives away
What happens if we listen to a voice that is unheard
Would that make us different or just a bit absurd
Words are the music and in what we say
Do we still wish our lives away
Tomorrow would you slow down just for a second chance
To love someone you left behind to give them one last glance
And if you saw a gravestone of someone you held dear
Would you stop just for a second and shed a single tear
In the sounds of all the speed
Will we lose the truth that we all need
In a silence we all stare
attending what was really there
In the hopeless hope is found
Making loud yet subtle sounds
In the future let me know
What would you do in bleeding snow
Stop and help the one you loved
Or flee the scene as an injured dove
In the furry of the fight with what is left will it be flight
Tomorrow would you stop and stare if blood washed down
Painted walls and streets around
And if you new the causer of would you wash your hands with the blood
Or would you run to a place of gold a secret place you still behold
A place where children frolic and play
A place where speed is left where it lay
A place of new adventure here
A place where newcomers all draw near
Listen to the sound of the rushing world
Would you listen or just be absurd
In what you hear does music play
Think of what it would be today
In a place where speed was left to lay
No more rushing through our life
In peace we call it calm without strife
Tomorrow may be different or just another dream
But this is the part where we place all the seams
And in a subtle laughter we may all feel absurd
But in the distant future this will be a different world.
When the boys are out here partying
And the girls are on the dance floor dancing
Tables are full of liquor but I am sipping on water.
It's 4am, am silent.
I must be high.
When I write lines that don't rythme.
When I can't finish a piece on time.
When I am down, not even on talk time.
I hate to admit it.
But it's been a while, I am still patient.
I must be high.
It's my birthday, they got me a cake.
A surprise party that I can't take.
But this is life, it's just another check.
I am concerned but I have got to consent.
I must be high.
Trouble looms, it's dark in my home.
So I live like everyday is my last.
On the streets, my age ain't safe.
They shoot to kill, I am a suspect all day.
I hate to admit it.
I ain't free in my homeland.
I must be high.
I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
I flirt
I lie.
I am consistent.
I am a trouble causer.
I must be high.
I must be high.
I must be high.
I am high on life.
This girl, the girl of my dreams.
The causer of my soul’s silent screams.
Bringing my heart and brain to nothing but
a jumble.
Thoughts, emotions, memories, all having
one giant rumble.
Feelings I need to express with more than
just a mumble
I’ll scream, I’ll shout
You’re all I want to think about.
A smile that takes me to paradise
Immeasurable time lost in those stunning
blue eyes
True beauty unmatched even by the
infinite skies
The type of girl I could talk to until sunrise
You’re the perfect girl for me, inside and
out.
Enthralled by your incomparable bliss
Captivated from the very first glance
Emotions I could never dismiss
I should’ve made you mine, when I had the
chance
It was nice that I seen, but now you got to go
The dark half is no longer here
I grew from you years ago
Your no longer wanted here
My love is greater then what you have to offer
You were doomed from the start
Light is here and dark is not
You not longer have light
Only darkness, you are the causer
My heart is no longer there
For you are the problem
You are a shadow and I am LOVE
You have no faith, NO LOVE
Time to rewind
Its 2012 again in my mind
Fragrance and black lips
Let me fill in your holes of emptiness
She's so beautiful I proclaim it but in no arrogance
Just some unadulterated confidence.
Time is stealing the days of our youth what a menace
Would you go with me to prom I asked by chance.
She fills the emptiness of my existence.
Because I day dream of her sweet lips
While playing Chazwick Bundicks Causers of this
She makes me dream of the day we melt lips
What am I feeling?
She's the causer of this.
Final verse
I enclose this
Like an eclipse
But overall love and peace
No other girl does it like this.