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Come on big men of the world
You that owe the power
You have already had much money
To move on soldiers
You have already had much gold
To feel stronger
You have already had luxury palaces
To live comfortably safer in
And fields, ground, soil, trees,
Rivers, lakes and seas.
You have taken in everything your eyes can see to the horizon.
But do you really believe that your power will last forever?
Don’t you remember Ramses the Third,
Cyrus of Persia,
Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar
Alexander the Great,
the emperor Augustus
and all the kings of the past up to Napoleon?
You’re now inventing new richness made of nothing
You’re exploiting the soil under its surface
And even you’re searching for more in the universe
Still cheating the poor!
Listen to the voice of the poet men of power:
don’t never forget
for whom God created all the things of the world!
Start
If someone asked me, “A penny for your thought”
I’ll tell him, “Sorry! It can’t be bought”
The thought process runs like a train
Fed by emotions and nurtured by the brain
Said Swami Vivekananda, “Thoughts have made us what we are”
“Words are secondary, thoughts live and travel far”
Friedrich opines thoughts are the shadows of our feelings
Always darker, emptier, and simpler in all dealings
The quality of a leader is determined by his thought
Said Alexander the Great after the battles he fought
“It’s better to have an army of sheep led by a lion raising his battle cry
Than an army of lions led by a sheep that leaves everyone high and dry”
It is believed that the power of thought is the path to discovery
Never underestimate it, or your dreams will be past recovery
The soul of God pours into the world through the thoughts of human
And becomes dyed with its color that embodies his acumen
Bertrand Russell characterizes thought as subversive and revolutionary
Men in power fear it most as their style of functioning is perfunctory
Thought is indifferent to authority and defiant to the wisdom of the ages
It inculcates the sense of logic to the news around at all stages
The quality of the thoughts decide the happiness in life
Reining of evil thoughts will prevent further strife
We’ve created a vicious world in which we are caught
To change the world we have to change our thought.
End
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No it is a skill that can be acquired or cultivated, It is an inner knowledge that you are capable,
Believe in yourself and your abilities please, Our aim in life is not merely to live,
But we have to thrive success in our life, The success is determined by the confidence, Believe confidence, you are half way to success, With confidence we have won the race of life, If we have no confidence,we are twice defeated, Confidence skill may be learned or practised, Nothing can be done without self- confidence, Napoleon Bonaparte was exiled on St.Elba, It was impossible for him to escape from the island, He believed his hope and self -confidence, Finally he escaped and ruled France for a hundred days, Alexander, the great had overconfidence in his life, He wanted to establish a universal Kingdom, His technique was purely a self -help method, That taught us how to use our mind and body, Be like the Phoenix, an immortal bird, It symbolises life life after the death, We must have the ability to overcome impossibilities, Arise, awoke and not stop till the goal is reached.
Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila.
(A lone voice whispers)
In ancient Babylon,
I once stood alone and mixed fire
Iron and clay
All day
Creating a spell
To entice my only light to come my way
Sent merchandise of gold and silver
To her,
The Pythoness of Endor
Hidden in dark woods
Over the deepest of rivers
Bundles of finest fresh linens and purple silk
To satisfy her and her ilk
Citron wood and every kind of object
I could ever find
Made of white ivory and black marble
Whenever I could
No matter the expense
Incense sticks
And scented Egyptian
Candlesticks
Made of expensive Frankincense
Delicious crates of red wine
Bamboo baskets filled with white flour and yellow wheat
Fields of fat cattle and herds of baying sheep
Priceless trained horses and golden inlaid chariots
New slaves of broken souls
Lascivious ladies and ravenous men
To do her bidding
Even acts of depravity
Linked to the forbidden
For the fruit of my soul
And to be joined to her again
A bright light
I once saw
On a seemingly endless night
But in the year 323
When my leader
Alexander the Great
At only 32
Died and was eternally set free
In the opulent palace of Nebuchadnezzar
She
The Lady of the Wild Woods
The Pythoness of Endor
Cursed me to chase her
Forever
The Queen
I once conjured by fire
Iron and clay
So today
In the 21st century
Her I still chase
Since eternal life
Is now my only penitentiary
My only great living version
Of Babylon of Old
When I desired to sire
A queen, I once met
Dancing
The Raqs Sharqi
So fiercely
That her raw beauty
I can never forget
Adorned in soft crimson and glittering purple linen
Clad in silver
Wearing gold and shining diamond stone earrings
Reborn into the likes of
Badiaa Masabni
It's why I still chase her
If I could confess
For underneath
Beneath all things linked to trying to achieve immortal strength
It's why now
To seek her out
Once more
I always choose to break free
From the external grip
Of The Valley of Death
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
" Long be his journey to death! ", someone hollered
as he dragged his feet into the rising dust hotter than sand;
only a defeated and tormented soul would have admitted
looking ahead," Much innocent blood I have shed! "
Gazing sterner than a warrior or merciless king,
he was fearless of what was prophesied by twilight
to him in a temple veiled in crimson and white...
although he claimed his usurped power with a ring.
His palace adorned with ionic, glittering columns
of pure gold stripped off Troy's temples...they were carved by the hands
of slaves, but their phantoms pitifully stared at him begging for their return
to the sun-gilded murals so that they would breath once again.
" Alexander the Great is coming from the North
with a mighty army, even the stones make away
for his conquest as he holds up up his victorious sword...
let him in your city, open the gate and obey! "
A few days passed, then the young conqueror appeared
wearing a shining, silver armor as he gloriously towered
over fortified Athens, the city that later will be conquered by mighty Rome,
and resuming his gallop, he hailed," Long be his journey to death, let him roam! "
May you close your eyes in advance
Before Lucifer captures your soul
In our saviors final dance
Alexander the Great
Commander of the darkest fate
Sheathe all swords!
What is it my lord
You have captured me at my weakest point
I want what these dead seekers don't
I see an empire, a nation
Nothing higher than inflation
I Julius Caesar hold freedom in a tear
My hopes and dreams are what everyman fear
In the presence of tragedy
You will love me
In a tub of petals
The gods will rub me
I am all but immortal
See the shadows of jealousy
And ever so often, I walk toward her
Lust caught up in mislead trust
Even holy sinners bite the dust
John Proctor’s Crucifixion
A slain soldier’s prediction
So content with death
That you wouldn't give a piece for what's left
When all realms are expired
We come to a cease fire
When the pictures fade and legends die
Imagine if generals could cry
Adore fate so rudely
And leave as yours truly
You shall remember me
The curse of September, but let it be
May you close your eyes in advance
Before Lucifer captures your soul
In our saviors final dance
Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation
upon which life itself is built
Love leads
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself
Throughout the ages
the power of Love
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell
Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War
Love is a potent force
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare
There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more
Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things
they once believed impossible
Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche
in society
and goes out to endure
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals
History is filled with leaders
who tried to build
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler
And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago
and today it covers
the face of the earth
When manic, I feel, think, and speak like God:
like Superman (or the world’s savior)!
The rush from feeling like a demi-god
makes me believe I am a conqueror,
like another Alexander the Great!
So when I’m flung to the abyss of hell
when these erratic moods abruptly abate,
I rapidly cycle so that I can't tell
the bottomless and profound lows that turn
these immortal, Olympian, speed-like highs
into abject spiritual dead-ends; I learn
that (as this disorder intensifies)
delusions of real grandeur soon grow tempting,
especially when life feels not worth living.
My mother told me years ago.
That I was a king by right.
I didn't really understand,
So I looked it up that night.
It turns out some famous people,
Napoleon, queen Christina and lord Byron,
Not forgetting Alexander the Great.
They were all born "with a veil"
All caulbearers with the hand of fate.
Sailors would pay lots of money
For a prized veil,for their lucky charm.
It was said,it would stop them from drowning,
Keeping them safe from harm.
My mother said I was born with a caul,
And good luck will give me a hand.
With some of the things that have happened in my life,
Now I understand.
O what a man, so bold and brave,
Could do, his mighty hand could save.
This noble warrior was a relative of Zeus himself
Or so they say
His kingly proise remains today,
A standard figure of Persian frays.
Lightning crashed and thunder rumbled,
Signifying that this man would become well-known,
Not one to be humbled.
He was said to have tamed a wild horse,
By the fullness of his brain, of course.
His athletic records, no one could break,
For they remained for his pride's sake.
He became a briliant man, built like a tower of steel
That led some to believe he was unreal.
One every man would have yearned to become,
His power, his splendor, an unbeatable contendor!
Until only by a fatal error, his well of talents stopped flowing
For once in his life.
No one could save him from this horrendous plight.
The face of death reared its grotesque head,
And only to the path of enternal stillness it lead.
However, his name, emblazened by his noble deeds, very old,
Will retain its place in history in its priceless weight of gold.