World. Poems - Poems about World.

I see Maya as video game If its software gets decoded, No tiger, life looks cat-like tame, Its source code breached and secret spread. By digital dot-and-dash made Where innocence is no bliss-- shame, Knowledge burns bright when ignited, Fun fizzles out and life walks lame. If players we’re in divine game Let Maya’s...

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When and if I wake up and see That life is not but illusion, World too is no more there for me, And there’s no more joy under sun. It is as if all props are out, Realities on my face stare, Me in awe, doubt-- as shows my pout, Where’s life’s thrill if wisdom’s laid...

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check the way we look seems we were mistook notice vast space wink when with it we link the way we begin from space looking in feeling not thinking focus unblinking as we so evolve space and time dissolve pheromones mingle our eye is single within each atom God’s the substratum known when we are still whence voids within fill ego illusion causes delusion our meditation is thought cessation nodes within align let light...

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Hear the tale of the green fields where I roam, Leisure World, the place that I call home. If you take strolls (a healthy habit), at dawn or dusk, you'll see a rabbit. (If you were faster, you could grab it) You'll see four-legged, curly-haired cuties who lead their pets while they do their duties, and grey-brown squirrels on their haunches meticulously chewing their...

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Like a dust that has been blown away If I only had the chance to really say But I can only stand on the dock of a bay Within this soul there is a empty world inside With no one near or anybody far Not even a single wound or a mere scar No love, hate or pride Just a place where...

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a woman lived in a tippy toppy world. went by the plain name of old Gerald. her husband's name was Hannah, and had a son called Susanna. she would butter her jam, and eat her toast with grainy sand. she put her knickers on her toes, and wore her shoes on her nose. everyone walked on their hands, upon the tippy toppy lands, a place...

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New World, Old Design Dead the present. Memory the past Can’t find the space. For love. Life Can’t live—this life. Unloved. Pressure I need. Just live. Alone. Maybe find love I want the past. Again. Feel. Hope. The hope But new life. Presented the past. My design Leave the past. Live the past. Loved design New World, my life. We want. The new...

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They wear no crown, yet kings they reign, Invisible hands in shadowed domain. Their thrones are silence, veiled from sight— Yet nations move by whispered might. You vote, you cheer, you wave your flag, But strings are pulled beneath that rag. The leaders bow, the crowds applaud— But who commands? Not whom you laud. Money—their gospel, gold—their law, They script your fate with subtle...

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The factories long disappeared, Silent structures still stay; And more drugs than dreams have appeared, In Kensington today. The north of the Ave has its shine, Less fine, southerly way; Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, In Kensington today. Six miles, in a small corner curled, “What matter?” you may say; Well, the world is here, here’s the world, In Kensington today. ...

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Through an opal window I saw a cloud, changing colors from blue to orange to red, like a burning fire. I was swept off my feet, floating on a bridge between this world and the next. My body no longer in my possession, I hear voices beyond my choices, juggled on a hawser like a puppet on strings ~ my entire being a...

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One day I took the subway and I went around the world From one car to another a new nation’s flag unfurled The train took off from Brooklyn and I hopped on at Times Square and by the time that I got home I’d been most everywhere The couple that spoke Yiddish, and hurried on their way were deep in conversation which she ended with,...

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To live in abundance and magnify your fortune you must DIVINELY work for it. The far measures of where man will go for an instant magnitude relentlessly disqualifies the thoughts of having abundant control over their own hearts with love and forgiveness. And in addition, the practice of satisfying skin compared to a clean heart,...

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We need a new world A new one. But eternal, ancient Without psychology. But with life The life. The original. By God The heart. Honest reality. Sky God’s love is life. Love, eternal Let it pass this life. Comes new past Passing life Passed lives A new world We need Pass Away This Life ...

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What if every soul has no where to go? What if when we die our souls take flight? What if they take the form of something we hurt or killed before? What if the next time round your killer is you or the other way round? What if that wasp that stung you has a soul too? What if...

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The noise of the day has subsided and folded into a quiet under the soft covers of a July evening. The eyes seem to resist the particular and instead focus on nothing but the sum - the glow from shore lights smudged on water, the dark sky powdered with translucent clouds and the faint filaments of stars strung out overhead. Tonight, I don't want the granular...

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