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A Soul's Lamment

Quiet speaks much,
Till my heart says no quit;
Conscience or guilt,
One is stronger, and I won’t know which,
Cause’ I don’t know how you keep them both,
It happened before and,
It happened after choice,
6 down after choice,
In lifting up a voice, that’s 6,
A couple months ago = 6,
How do you explain it?
The disappearance
Of the weak in appearance,
Seeing it you claim never,
What then, do you not have surveillance?
Or ever;
Its acrimony in the coerce of your intelligence’
Forever;
Sanctimony so-long we killed by the state intelligence,
Is it Clever’ for one to kill the ones he sworn to protect?
 It’s what they are skilled, and I just don’t see the relevance,
Again i fail to see the significance
Of not being strong,
 Never;
You proved it wrong for your reverence,
Not long after we discovered antimony,
By the time we lacked hand and licked the sand;
To Stand wrong for our rights;
Out of the pain, pain of your reign,
But then I’m sorry,
Its Over;
Since you never give an epitaph,
But then you claim the epiphany,
Who’s to claim, we’re dying,
All dying and you not crying,
Sad to say it’s over
But the Voice remaineth,
It’s 7 in mourning,7 huts mourn,in one equation,
Save every missed morning,and one under the moon,for same question,
Before it went over,
And it’s over.

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Echoes of the Forgotten Path

What benefit does it have,
That we know and know more,
Echoes of a forgotten tender nourishment,
The milk of the early days,
Before we knew everything,anything and how to know,
These where the empty roads,before knowledge led us to will,
The will that persuades us to astray,
The will of self and the courage of desire,
The Pleasure of the mind and the satisfaction of the toiling body
The Biology and psychology of trap as our sins lead the mind,
Turn back and hold on the empty roads let the sins leave the mind,
Read shadows and remember its paths,
Roads of Spiritual attachment
And material amputation,
These were the empty roads....
And remember me ,when you get there.

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Morden Cries of An Ancient Philosopher

Ever there is,
The eye has proved not enough,
Stand against tough, somehow rough,
Deep inside are charcoals appealing outside,
Of what is seen, but not said,
When my gift stands for freedom my life goes on risk,
For the oppressor it becomes luck,
To hit the oppressed at dusk
To down and expose them to risk,
From me to the many here is my task;
Take courage with you and grab a disk,
Every gifted hand on paper;
Perhaps one of us may grab the chance,
Towards the minor probability and be heard;
Save no metaphor as long explained;
A dim candle denotes death;
In case it’s mistaken for breath;
Natural law of life abused,
Amused natural law of death,
Move on to the Natural law of counting,
And again grab a disk
How many of them d’ we have;
Voices of no echoes;
Get it right’ do you yet know infinity?
Save that for calculus, and just use uncountable,
Hand on paper let the soul flow;
The Spirit knows more;
Lighten up the soul, let it say more,
Until there is no more;
Grab a gifted voice, lit up the stage,
And the same goes on and on
Save none but a programmed gene..

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Time Takes Turns

A desperate toil,
Toil of a leg with no comparable strength,
Just a sense demanding less but equipped with efficiency,
Here we go, our line goes.

Back i am,
Go and I’m always back,
From above you see but you destruct, cause you do
We an army, multi in numbers.

But size matter, its true you large, that’s why you are invisible to us
It matters the arc we create, yes it matters every part of the lengthy
Take out a piece and it takes out a peace

Our whole clan is gone,
Gone in confusion, this is what takes us away
We lack replacement because we never have hopes of losing
Losing each other, that’s why you see us toiling
The way we do, because that’s our mode

None isn’t lost, but no one is lost
Only in time we lose, for in it we gain
So we wait for its reign
Not patiently, just unexpectedly
Each time is a time, we move with it
We turn, it takes turns ,
It turns ,we gone.

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A Letter From the Ancient

Dear Future Resident
I’m that old man of the old 
Writing from the old times
What I heard from the old,
What I saw in my time,
And what I foresee in your times
And the times yet to come;
Old indeed, upon the grey rock I seat
By the edge of hills under the fig tree…
A man was here..
A man shall be there…
A man of both our ages and all the ages
Not only them, but only Him
Indeed he knows from all the ages
And sees from edge to edge
He walked upon our world without curse
So great a rejection did he achieve, so little an attention did he receive
Behold the day of our days, could not hold him
Our night also….
And the times will be so as of the ancient
The day of your days will not hold him
Your night also…..
Please bear for him
Prepare yourself and prepare yourselves…
Upon the name II ,
For the same numeral holds for all;
That is to say; Second coming of the first
First born of all ages.

Yours
Ancient Resident

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Remorse

To you our pain not to know;
What we tell you is never the cry,
Just the inspiration; and that’s one story to you;
If we could share our sin, it ‘b a complete story to share,
Complete enough to destroy what we have built in you,
Dare to know our weakness, cries and sins;
Things you never see; though you even follow us in the dark rooms,
Only listen our cries to the Lord’ and see this that;
The remorse of our hearts holds prime,
A mass of addiction clings to us,
We are your heroes, but we fail to save ourselves,
Emblems to you and extinct to us,
See we fight, fight for us both,
Our sins to hide, lest you follow,
You ought not to understand failure, that’s why we hide,
You ought not to comprehend sin, that’s why we mind,
And Darkness you should fear never,
Our dark sides are dark guides 'our tears a river,
But to you i say ; our light is for you to give,
And To my savior says i : O Lord save'
My remorse.

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689

Low void on the high end
Teared fists in midst of Tears of mist 
Tarried sand on the solo voyage twist 
Of the cause, and still the reason
Between the terrain and the everlasting rains
An unfolded mind of upholstery
It could be ease; this life could have been easier
Only under the generalization of the new age
The barrier and frontier 
And the archival of the old ages 
Living a Promise, Praying a will
Will all be as is, as is seen from will,
Never to regard it therefore as a wheel ,
For it never turns as expected,
One more number added, one more increment of increase
Another appreciation to be said , another honor to manifest
A gift at hour, worth a gift in life time
Since cultivated at hour, for life or more  
Less or least, west or east 
Emotions are sagging beast, dwelling coast
Tag dragged to make and live you crying
Straight out the heart crawling
It wasn’t farewell , it was hope to meet in future
And a courage to lose attachment ,the desire to ignore existence.

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Passage of Voices

I can hear echoes of the skies say;
Skies of the heavens,
Heavens belonging to the above and above of all
After all ; every nemesis to where it belongs,
The greater fortunes also,
These are the same voices of one voice,
A voice that walked, and walked to create,
In motion to lend energy,
A character that will no-longer be created nor destroyed
So great in magnitude, what could resists its creation,
The creation that was never new to creation
Terms decline and definitions collide,
To explain is to lack, for she is gone,
Gone in no existence, and gone before existence,
To divine a story of resilience; but,
She disappeared before it existed, and fade before she appeared,
Till then, back then, until now
And now again,
I still hear you passage,
your echoes equals the sound of the many waters
Passage of voices.

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As the World Turns

It’s a nice night time,
Long before we ever thought, ever thought
We’d be taught, taught to live
And To live without what we’ve always hold on to,
Our old days are old, old enough to remember,
…and our pain is to forget,
So we're just holding on to hold on' to,
To the history of the future,
Hoping we will remember the future very well,
Open our hearts and we got to learn some more,
That history equals future,
After all, this is the ore,
That we live in alive,
Alive In history before the future,
And gone in history after the future,
And we are left waiting,
Waiting and hoping,
Hoping and remembering,
That our memory and hope,
Are caught up in the same axis,
As the world turns.

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Soil of Ages the Naomi S Emblem

Dark rains drains down,
Down the ages of time,
Time in times of timing,
And the terms of turning ages,
To understand invite nature,
Says the greater fortunes redeemed,
What haunts the past, hunts the present , haunts the future;
Time is not in cage, but those in it are;
To save only a Rock can,
The Rock is here, and the Son’s voice says no more,
No-more Flipping pages to the edges
Back to the origins
Origins of Pages in ages of ages,
With the original case of the curse
Again I hear the Rock that breaks the cages say:
I’m the Rock of ages,
Follow and you shall be my soil,
By my oil, you shall not toil,
Even greater misfortunes shall be redeemed
Naomi is and my all,
Soil of ages