Long Ceasar Poems
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High Powered Fences,
Beyond Your Vote
Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a),
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people,
and not against.
"They" have been there too long.
Rot is strong, coming from the corpses.
They point thin-sharp fingers,
and makeup rules,
using the tools, of the trade.
Lies like snakes,
that live on both land and water,
in every form of underling,
pressed into service...
for the queen, of nothing.
Lowlife voters pleading for honesty,
from dark web media that has sold out.
The land-turtles living in office,
fighting over the scraps of the victory garden,
a warning of war already in the distance.
Like bugs eating their own fallen,
while striving to start a new colony,
they chant over the electric lines...
martyr-ism.
Of a hero, no, of a monster.
How is lifting evil up okay?
If not backed by the lies of a religion,
as dark as those that hide their face,
like cowards do,
and bow.
You have read it at the end of every book.
It is the same sunrise and sunset.
It is just another day,
no matter what the media say.
They scream and yell and cry,
like Hinny Penny and the Sky.
The facts quit... not quite the case.
The prayers of a country,
saints gathered knowing all are coming.
Standing up for the weak,
taking back and remembering.
Waking up the old to dance again...
on the government franchise,
we should own from the illegal gotten gain,
the children of the political elite,
and supreme, cheerleaders of the third world.
The larks in the media,
busy telling us...
all they want us to know.
The reality is "they" do their best business,
lying to us all.
There will be an accounting.
There will be, a fall.
The time is coming.
That is the call.
"It harder for a Rich man to get into heaven,
than it is, for a camel to get through
to get through the eye of a needle"
with great wealth comes great power
God expects more of the wealthy
in a position of wealth,
you are expected
to take care of the poor
You have a responsibility
I'm glad I'm not rich
I don't want to face God
I didn't do enough to care for people
I would not like to say
I increased the cost of medication
so people couldn't afford to pay for health
I don't want to face God and say
I took the money off sick and poor
so I could live in luxury
I don't want to be the Pope
and stand up and say
I'm sorry God
I thought that I only had to bring
people to your church
I didn't realize
I had to invest your money
building banks jewelry shops
and business creating wealth,
creating investments
I read about Jesus
with the Hebrew people
where they tried to trap him
who should we pay
should we pay the tribute to Rome
or the tithe to the synagog
and Jesus said whos face in on the coin
they repeated Ceasars
so give unto Ceasar what is Ceasars
give unto God what is Gods
what choice did he have
to say only give the tithe
would have lead to war with Rome
to say only give the tribute
would have lead to the end
of their religious Government
The end of the beginning Church
it had nothing to do with the separation
of church and state
it had plenty to do with keeping the peace
The Church was the State in Christs time
now we are expected to pay
ten percent to the Church
and tax to the Government
But when we pay both tax and tithe
we should expect both Governments
and Church to provide jobs
and provide lives for the people.
Julie and Caesar
It was one rainy season
She came to my home as a kid
Her weak barks and jumps made us her lovers
In another fine evening
He entered to my home as her comp[anion
Both of them were taking our hours and
won our entire affection on them
Julie we named her to call and
Caesar ,he had as his name
They had their milk in a in a single bowl and
they had their stay in our top floor
Their calls made us to run towards them
because they were our beloved
Their birth may be on road to a street dog
Their past may be from a road side
Now they are our beloved and
Now they are our much beloved
Fate played His cruel role on them
He took Ceasar from us in the name of death
We wept and fogoten his loss But
Still Julie is searching her companion with love
Revised in two parts
Mysteries of Human Hairs I of II
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and softly taken care of.
Hairs O’ hairs O’ lovely ravishin hairs,
Your beauty and elegance, has often inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many and
To put their hearts on fire,
Your aroma can evoke to extremes,
Passion and lust like streams.
The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey,
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.
Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ Lovely ravishing hairs,
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too,
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.
Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations,
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is, that still many
Would like and love to get sacrificed,
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17.10.2010
Revised on 28.03 2012
I am John F. Kennedy as
President.
I am a civil right activist
100 percent.
I am Woodstock rock n
Roll festival.
I am the first man on the moon
Unforgettable.
I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes
Of fame.
I am Martin Luther King shot
Down in flames.
I am President Kennedy gets
Assassinated.
I am the Cuba missile crisis
Activated.
I am Walmart opens it's
Door.
I am we enter Vietnam
War.
I am the Beatles I want to
Hold your hand.
I am discrimination spreads
Through the land.
I am the NFL's first Super
Bowl.
I am Ceasar Chavez reaching
His goal.
I am the Peace Corp
Uncovered.
I am Miranda rights
Discovered.
I am Motown records
With Shop around.
I am the Beach Boys
With a surf sound.
I am at the Apollo with
Marvin Gaye.
I am Del Shannon singing
Runaway.
I am a hit with, Please
Mr. Postman.
I am Sgt Pepper's lonely
Heart club band.
TURBO1904
Before the world began Before the apple fell from the tree It was always you with me Heard the cries of my first born Made love till early morn Beneath the stars In a rocket Jupiter to mars With you only you It was always you with me A love so great It spans from New York To the Golden Gate Even before I came to be It was always you with me Traveled far and wide My love at my side To guide the way Listen to what I say If I die tomorrow Please no tears of sorrow I have seen the pyramids Made love on the eiffel towers In a bed of flowers With you only you It was always you with me A million years before man walked the earth Before I could see It was always you with me Put the angel on top of the tree Bounced my newborn on my knee It was always you with me When I close my eyes Only you only you do I see The truth never lies It was always you with me Alexander conquered the world Before Julius Ceasar came to be In all the books for all to see It was always you with me Romeo and Juliet gave their lives to be A history of love For all the world to see It was always you with me A love so great It spans from New York To the Golden Gate Even before I came to be It was always you with me
Form:
Jeremiah 10 OH oh christmas tree oh christmas tree how have you lied to thee
santa claus is a black man jesus is white with blonde hair and blue eyes
how much longer must we listen to these ridiculous lies???
God is love God is good God is great
but i bet you didnt know that God can hate!!(Malachi 1:2-3)
you say open your heart come to God come to truth
but did you know your God delights in destroying you?(Deuteronomy 28:63)
you celebrate christmas and easter as if it were so
but the devil has kept you out of the loop out of the know
two calendar months were added to the year
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear
july for julius ceasar and august for augustus ceasar complete this revolution
but you believe in the pagan traditions with no proof or absolution
september was the seventh month
october was the eighth
november was the ninth
december was the tenth
do you still believe dec 25 was the day jesus was sent?
the bible says they have eyes but can not see and ears but can not hear (Ezekiel 12:2)
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear
you give gifts once a year and celebrate his birth
he died for all our sins is that all that he is worth?
you love to nail the law of moses to the cross
and in doing so youre sending a message saying the message is lost
jesus didnt come to abolish the law he came to fulfill them (Matthew 5:17)
but it is the devil in you that is determined to conceal them
Ezekiel 12:2
"Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people
Deuteronomy 28:63
Just as it pleased the LORD to make you prosper and increase in number, so it will please him to ruin and destroy you.
Malachi 1:2-3
. “Yet I have loved Jacob 3 but Esau I have hated. I have laid waste his hill country and left his heritage to jackals
Matthew 5:17
Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.
I left my mind tangled in the cob-web of my attic
filled with dust-covered books
to stroll to the basement of my coal-stained thoughts...unarmed
but still a witness to it all
though my searching eyes be plucked from history's read
they would still reveal their scenes of death
burned into my orbs by the raging fires of war
dripping with the blood of man
that wash the earthen ground from tribal hate
It is from this ugliness I seek rest
in the joined meadows of Pangaea
where I can escape into its shadowed realms of shade
deep in the forest where I hear the wolf call
finding it is the echo of my soul
spilling through the crumbled pages of time
where I've come to cry out in the wilderness
and witness the suffering that flows towards ancient shores
carrying the dead bodies of the innocent
left to decay by the worthless throne of men
who wish to be King
It's where I scream about the politics of men
from dust-covered books
where I can discuss life with Plato
analyze the traps of Alexander
walk with Ceasar on the Nile or join him crossing the Rubicon
as I study the Anthropological Thought of Man
my soul yearns for still waters
so I retreat back to my attic
to be lead away from the dry winds of men
that flow from their hellish lies that makes me tired
so I reach for the poems of Gibran and rest
3/15/18
It's sad to see how the scales
Have been tipping to one side
Taking from the poor to give the rich,
more power over the poor
Cause they buying out justice
It's sad cause for the longest time
Justice was the one thing that couldn't be bought
But it's now turned that Ceasar too is cashing on
And that walls of justice have turned its ears
The other way listening to chimes of dimes
It's sad that an inoccent can be made guilty
And the guilty walks free
What does it say about good and bad?
What then will we teach our kids?
If we not taking to the same teachings we show them
It's sad that however much we try
There's always a blind eye
Being turned over pages of justice
So with this poem I hope to put in order the mess
In this society ropes as my pen hits the mace, to silence injustice
The PO£T
I was born in a world ruled by emperors and organized power.
I was Armed with a spirit of combat and weapons of warfare.
Resistance to the death led me to be captured and imprisoned.
There was one, Jesus, whom I had heard about but had no use
for him. Notwithstanding, here we were, accused criminals of capital
offenses. Authorities of the Jews preferred my release and not Jesus'.
We both were revolutionaries, but our methods were different.
His was a revolutionary plan based on love. Mine was a plan of
revolution to defeat the Romans by any means necessary. I sought
to destroy a system made by men of greed and power. He sought
to save all people from their sins. My crimes were against the kingdom
of Ceasar. Technically, his crimes were against the kingdom of Satan.
Before my arrest, I was very busy seeking to overthrow the
Romans, but not so busy that I was never aware of the ministry
of Jesus as he went about doing good. It never occurred to me that
we would meet, but here we were at the crossroads of our lives.
There were no words spoken between us, but I heard life-changing
words penetrating the very core of my soul.
So, as I freely walked away from my prison chains, I stared at
Jesus and wondered which of us was really free. Every fiber of my
being was wrapped in confusion and filled with questions, and I was
forced to deal with his claims of Deity.
Moreover, I was pardoned and released by a mob. Jesus was condemned
by a kangaroo court and crucified. I was released to fight again. Jesus
was crucified so that all mankind might be able to live forever.
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