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I wonder how long it will take to be great.
I wonder will my people ever be safe.
I wonder what happens to the boy who prays every day.
I wonder what happens to the man who takes people life away.
**** I even wonder about the circumstance I’m in,
I use to get in trouble wondering if neighbors were going to turn me in.
Stomach still rumbling, wondering if this change gone save me again.
I wonder if you really know the struggles of brave men.
Nothing can contain you, but the man said a cage can at the station sho’ damn can,
I wonder who is going to save him.
They say “don’t wonder.. think like this,
You shouldn't have a mind of your own think like this ".
And we shake our heads no but we take one sip.
You said you was walking in sin just until you bought one crib.
I wonder if the bible had a urban version would people read it.
I wonder if the pastors of churches end service early just to speak to Jesus.
Or did service end early for different reasons.
I wonder if the pastor getting a new car since it’s a different season.
I wonder why people so scared to talk.
I wonder how many black people called MLK before the million man march like "I’m scared to walk".
I wonder how many people aint scared at all
I wonder if you know the reason why you didn't make it to the top is because you scared to fall.
I wonder why people don't chase their dreams, they just walk with reality.
I wonder why people always stuck on their iPod but scream to our god when it’s a tragedy.
I know you would probably laugh at me, but understand this not even half of me
God walks with me you can sense his presence but can’t grab his feet.
I wonder how many human beings think rationally.
I wonder how many people never prayed to their majesty and wonder why they not living happily.
I wonder will our generation ever rise above and say look who I become.
But I aint dumb, we can say the war is over but they turn around and put their silencers on their guns.
It’s so confusing, it’s hard being black, educated, and separated from the roads everybody choosing.
I wonder if I can ever stop wondering, the bus back home is coming in, and I’m fumbling thinking how I can make us one again....
As the days become shorter and cooler,
And my age climbs a little farther up the ruler.
Life has taken on a new and wonderful meaning.
I’ve finally reached a point in life that many take to be demeaning
I am an official member of the Old Timers Club,
It’s an elite and prestigious hub.
There is just one rule to join in this niche,
You have to be as old as a rock and still able to scratch your own itch.
No dues are charged we just gossip a lot,
About what’s wrong with so and so and the ailments we’ve got.
How many medications you’re on or what new thing the doctors have removed,
And what side effects they have and whether they’re F.D.A. approved.
Sometimes we reminisce about family till someone starts to cry.
Then we just sit there rocking thinking on days gone by.
There is one true saying, if you live long enough you too will grow old.
So far it’s not a crime but they’re working on that I’ve been told.
This exclusive club is known for its heartache and pain,
But a lot of love is shown as long as you remain.
It’s something we’ve earned and we have the scars to show.
That growing old is not always the best way to go.
As long as we’re able to gather or talk,
And know that some one still cares whether we can stand and walk.
I guess maybe it’s support this thing we seek.
Cause growing old alone truly makes life reek.
I think loneliness is the worse fear of all,
Just waiting out your days and longing for somebody to come by or even just
call.
The young act like old age is a contagious disease,
They might catch it if you happen to sneeze.
I remember when depends was a state of mind,
Not something you wore around your old behind.
With that little thought I think I’ll close for now.
That’s about all I think they’ll allow
If God’s omnipresent, we must see Him,
feeling His love and light in each heartbeat,
else we roam rudderless at ego’s whim,
twirled about by fate, feeling incomplete.
Upon making God search, our earnest wish,
we begin by slowing the speed of thought,
every imagined knowing relinquish,
that learning by touch, we become self-taught.
We renounce attachment, desire and fear,
looking in instead, for the source of life
and in timeless time sense God’s presence near,
felt as magnetism, making us bliss rife.
Complete surrender is the way to start,
our shift involves melding head with the heart.
Our shift involves melding head with the heart,
rekindling innate innocence childlike
and upon choosing to add love to cart,
as blessings in-pour, we feel bliss beats spike.
Essentially, what’s happening is this:
one that became two, again becomes one,
we may take to be Divine Mother’s kiss,
igniting our core, like the central sun.
Holy Spirit, kundalini or chi,
as God’s breath is labelled across the world,
is the force that enables us to see,
glory of God, when flag of love’s unfurled.
He is both immanent and transcendent;
each breath is grace, on God’s will dependent.
Each breath is grace, on God’s will dependent
but we are one with Him, cleaved from His light
and as such we’re His direct descendant,
made as is He, known when we gain clear sight.
This truth has been affirmed from time to time,
by saints and sages, all across the globe,
counselling us to heed our inner chime
for which ego cravings, we must disrobe.
Once we are empty, we invoke God’s grace
and so become the vastness of the sky,
holding God’s hand, seeing Him face to face,
here, whilst we’re alive and not when we die.
Even though the light in our eyes grows dim,
if God’s omnipresent, we must see Him.
Enthusiasm sustained while anticipation intrigues
To capture a glimpse of a Cooper’s hawk
Hours pass by, keeping patience as a virtue
I span the sky and tree tops each step of my walk.
Oh my gosh, those powerful wings suddenly appear
My excitement escalates, such a joyous delight
His head bowed, he begins to descend
Wings wide, screeching call, “oh what a sight”
Could he have been to places unknown?
Over grassy meadows and the shores below,
Gliding and encircling, so high
Using the thermal winds that blow.
Perching upon a oak tree limb
Getting rested from an adventurous flight
He acknowledged my presence by staring
Was he not accepting my delight?
A notorious prowler with keen perception
Visual acuity exceeds that of mankind
Elite flying skills and vigor justifies his rank
A mighty warrior we do not redefine.
I began to wonder if only I could fly with him
What would it take to be his companion?
To soar high, almost thru the clouds
Or thru a ravine, or over a canyon
I imagined being on his back, ready for a flight
Taking me to territories never seen before
Never could I have had this dream
Of unknown places we were about to explore
Driftwood sprawled about, marsh fields stir
Rapid rivers overflowing their banks,
Small gathering of elk grazing about
Oh, such a thrill, I owe him thanks
The flight has ended, my imagination drew wild
A treasured voyage, memories to last
This opportunity has established great insight
What it was like to have a super blast
A REAL HERO?
By: Synthia Miner
What does it take to be a hero?
Being a single mother, keeping a family strong.
or a single father, helping his daughter along.
Maybe a soldier leaving his newly pregnant wife.
or making the ultimate sacrifice, to save only one life?
What makes a real hero?
Knowing how to stop a drug lab or a bomb.
or having the power to save a child gone wrong.
Is it being able to help the hungry,
or saving everything that’s been lonely.
How do we define a hero?
Every way you look at it, people can say,
heroes come naturally…. in a way,
But; when you dig down deep,
I see only one answer
A real hero must have the will to live;
whether for him or her self,
or everything and everyone one around them.
Heroes have the courage to stand up for what they believe in.
From this I say, that my Uncle Jason Mullholand is a real hero.
He has fought for his life, not just to be alive,
but for raising his family.
So you see, heroes are hear everyday.
It’s the soldier fighting for peace,
and the mother battling cancer.
And the kids you ignore hunting for food,
Just to feed their always hungry siblings.
A real hero values the life of everyone,
and charges with the courage of love.
To every hero out there
Please keep up the fight for life!
I'm nothing special, just plain old me
Ancestors from my past came down from the tree
We scratched our knuckles and found that hurt
Scraping our skin through our neighbourhood dirt
As wise as I was at that young age
My skin bleeding, something needed to change
The fruit above caught my eye
As I unarched my back it made me sigh
Why had dad, not thought of this before
Than knuckling dirt on our neighbourhood floor
As I looked around and viewed our troop
They were all like me, not one did stoop
Is it a corner we've turned, and is it for the best
This standing up, the evolution test
For through the years we transformed and formed
Into a standing ape like human form
Was this a path for us to take
Or a misleading path and it's all a mistake
It's millions of years, later now
Why have we become what we are now
Our treatment of us, is oh so sad
What made us, turn out so bad
What will it take to be so sure
Maybe taking that stance on our neighbourhood floor
And why do I say what you read above
It's mans inhumanity to man, it sure ain't love
So what do we do to iron this out
I'm no Stephen Hawking's, but please give me a shout!
It's best to discuss this sitting under a tree
As we look up above, where we used to be
For Constance's ' A Rambling Poet~ contest 'Why oh Why?'
This was written in Nov 08 by James Fraser.
It is my second poem and it was posted on June 12th 2009, and it received two comments.
When Cries and quite prayers fills the air
As things go wrong, as they usually do
When life starts to hurt as seconds fly away
And the Paths you plodding seems all-uphill
When Love is lost and hate is found,
And nothing goes right and all goes down
When People change as seasons in the year
And you look for a friend but all are gone
When you search for happiness and find none
And you need to cry but you have to smile
When Life pushes us to the edge with its twists and turns
We close our eyes try to stop the burns
We try to float away
Leaving all this chaos and confusion behind
Wondering how long it will take to be free from these chains
Floating through it all
My soul sees
What Eyes can't see
Take a break if you need but never do quit
A golden crown might be an inch away
Even if your eyes cant see it
You got to believe
You never can tell how close you are
Trust in yourself and Let faith lead your way
Grasp your dreams and never let go
Don't give up even if the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow
I promise you the goal is closer than it seems
Don’t be the struggler who has given up
Be the survivor who has captured the winner’s cup.
Thoughts of doubt might consume your mind
But keep in mind failure is just steps to success
Keep your head up with your armor and sword
And get in the battle in its hardest blow
Even when you feel weak, you must be strong
Believe in time
Believe in yourself
Those two can change the universe
Apollo,
God of prophecy, music and eloquence
Had advised Man two things he had to do
In order the truth of things to discover
And as a result to see the world anew:
"Know Thyself" and " Nothing in Excess"
The son of Zeus emphatically declared
In that way the path to wisdom you find
Thus better for you it is to be prepared
Stop trying to locate your God far away
High up a mountain or on the floor of the sea
For God in the depths of your soul is found
Waiting for you one day to be able Him to see
Close your eyes, your ears, your nose, your mouth
Hold back your hands and touch things no more
Remain thus immobile and in absolute silence
If you ever wish to perceive, eternity's divine door
Take notice of what to you Man I, Apollo, say
Make certain every step you take to be the right one
Avoid excess or deficiency in all that you are doing
Keep your soul in balance, for to see how all is done!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
10 June 2016
* My poem has nothing to do with religious believes whatsoever.
It is just a poem that focuses on the knowledge of the self which was
a main theme in the ancient Greek philosophy that had understood
that the door to knowledge was found within us, in our soul! So please,
do not connect my poem with the HOLY Bible. It is just history. When someone writes on dragons does he worship dragons?
What does it take to be Mighty, you ask?
How to find the edge and climb up over the holes?
How to find the energy to Breathe, to Be, to Exist?
How to Understand that you change the world around you?
How to Realize, that you are strong?
It means standing up on your own two.
Standing by your own conviction.
Standing against what you don’t hold as True.
It means NEVER compromising yourself.
Stand up.
No one wins, crawling on knees.
It means Evolving.
L O V E. H A R D E R.
Do what it takes to change and reach your dreams.
It means manifesting your desires.
Paint your life in all the colors.
Reclaim your Life and your Essence.
Fight for your Right to Matter.
Live.
Easily detected in the weak moments
where your source of power lies.
Uncovered, unhindered
waiting to be Seen.
Vibrating, shivering
waiting to be Felt.
Do Better.
Choose.
Unfold yourself, unlock your cages;
Leave unsustainable variables behind.
Screw fear and self loathing, Here;
There is no time for Mind and Illusions.
Fight for who you were
before others dimmed your light.
Be True, to You.
Start walking.
Rise.
Under the sun is the earth, a place for the good and the worst. Only to hurt to feel pain, only to live an stay sain, the mind is a weapon of choice, to live on earth with a voice. Only to speak the truth, living life drunk on the roof, my life is bullet proof, messed up for many reasons, my life bchange like for season. Only to remain on this planet, not to take life forgranted, sometimes I can't stand it, life like a rooten bandit, with a lot of bad habits. The rat race is my life, only to imbrace love from the sky, as a tear falls from my eye. Life is like a big surprise, only to live life for the sky, the horizon of the sun, brings out a lot of fun. Only this world can be confused, as this drug that I'm about to abuse, cause I feel like nothing to lose, this is the choice that I had to choose. The horizon of the sun, its just another day, some people live and prey, some people live to play. Up above lies the unknown, in in a zone hoping god can get me some.All alone that I have to be, with a disease that is killing me, only to a avoid not exploited was not inside, life of mad man with nothing to hide. Life is journey which road would you take, to be on the right road don't make a mistake.The horizon of the sun make feel good,only to breath life through journey.