Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=524651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Certain Knowledge Know</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.	Journeys through Diversity defining Life </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is something rather sad <br>about people those poor compelled people, <br>who have somehow unseen silent become, <br>wanders over face of siren earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Especially when they have become old<br>when they are alone, worn, torn, and old.<br>Especially alone, when weathered worn old<br>as I now suddenly become amazingly old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It touches my enveloping heart <br>with old haunting memories, <br>due to an ancient inheritance <br>an intense wandering quest spirit, <br>mixed within my celestial nature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I was born old <br>yet lingering scent, craving curiosity, <br>kept life’s hardships, <br>new intriguing about harsh edges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Barely enough <br>a desire to perceive know, <br>motivates tired <br>emotions inquisitiveness, <br>discovery no rarity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Makes for a strange <br>rich personage, <br>some even stranger, <br>chance bedfellows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But what journeys<br>journeys through <br>diversity defining life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life’s been a fated warp fabric <br>so many loose threads, <br>running through mists, <br>merging cyclic link bound time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Soon traverse must wane, <br>decline fade waver, <br>with encroaching onset age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rove no more hell bent astray, <br>untwist ravel out possible pathway, <br>magic many varied impulsive way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.	A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is old now hell bent rover <br>spends his time among flowers, <br>flora diverse trees in winter, <br>species of trees shrubs ferns, <br>quietly pondering mysteries for hours; <br>summer embodied in capsule nature <br>investigating wild places near adventure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still they tell tall stories about him <br>stories that can raise the ears of corn, <br>grown to sky proportions above height man, <br>grown more swiftly and surely than is born, <br>in favoured climates despite balanced care given.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A free flavor of exultant expectation <br>that leaves the taste buds buttered, <br>in joyous nourishment, invigorating life, <br>with stimulating minerals and vitamins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imbued real wonder of such organic foods <br>mouth watering melons seemingly grown, <br>by myth fairy folk who chance still reside, <br>may some say about ageless mystical regions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No experimental genetically modified foods <br>grown to new disproportionate research size, <br>in cauldron vats modern chemical nutrients, <br>symbolizing a scientific tasteless artificial era.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.	 Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face is old now old and weathered by time<br>battered by elements mishaps the odd hand, <br>a face telling intriguing many layered stories.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A face evoking long lived life distinguishing <br>in every timeworn, etched evolving wrinkle, <br>slight change in profile, etched characteristic; <br>events marking bloody birth of numerous nations, <br>monumental decisions, progressive undercurrents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With eyes telling multiple mysteries <br>they have suffered, been and seen, <br>knowing well amoral human heart <br>its vulgarities, depths of perversity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes looking through heart soul <br>stripping naked concealed secrets, at mere glance, <br>eyes that hold yet cannot be met, <br>knowing; demanding eyes, undeniably piercing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes leaving you speechless, breathless, <br>burning with resilient defiant fire, <br>though indisputably kind; infinitely gentle, <br>forgiving normal human shortcomings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face was a face even gods <br>would look upon, twice at in wonder, <br>when blessed ethereal light shone, <br>upon his mesmerizing countenance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh how countless years faded, <br>restored life, regenerated vitality, <br>upon him swiftly spiritually bloomed; <br>while still seen, even more clearly, <br>great age, knowledge skillfully chiseled; <br>into those unmistakable ravaged features.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV.	I Was Even Born In Them </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He used to sing <br>in a sort of rhythmic rhyme, <br>from time to time, <br>I remember one such rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘If I had a golden dollar <br>for every dive I’ve been, <br>I would still be in this dive, <br>I am diving depths of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life’s been a long tilled <br>amazing wondrous highway, <br>so many strange absolutely unique, <br>apparently dead end byways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some so savage rough <br>I near died, came out sideways, <br>bore the scars my stripes, nursed; <br>healed scourging proudly, my way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seen some like Paul cruel, <br>hideous, inhuman actions, <br>a shape of terror lies; in man’s, <br>acceptance easy sanction, <br>been the recipient; of some such, <br>depraved demented actions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we healed the broken <br>links in their unholy lives, <br>we turned the other cheek, <br>healed their god forsaken eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a hot headed misguided Saul<br>Lord Jesus made me a Paul, <br>I pitched a new forgiveness tent, <br>Holy Spirit made palace everywhere we went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holy Spirit flowed like a river of wine <br>we saved many a lost soul just in nick of time, <br>when they called out to the Most High Lord, <br>heaven Jesus said shall be their reward...’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such was his personal song of redeemed life, <br>a man a slave to the Holy, Most High God, <br>publishing in his life; way of true salvation, <br>trusting to be saved; through purchaser Jesus Christ. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V.	God Bestowed Information</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Money never really mattered <br>he made it, spent it, <br>over a long principled life; that <br>in itself was enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Money was just a simple tool <br>to procure, life’s necessities, <br>to be used wisely skillfully, <br>as were all tools; of life’s trade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was to be used, that was all, <br>unlike others, his money he used; <br>it did not use him, rule over him, <br>control his actions, control his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the God bestowed information <br>contained in his astute judicious brain; <br>of more lasting value, than development, <br>of a super-sonic, combat attack aircraft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Full-blooded wanders <br>certain knowledge know, <br>the depths of such intrinsic <br>knowledge, understanding, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is like the vast energized dark <br>freezing depths; of interstellar <br>space, waiting for us to go there, <br>search out, explore new knowledge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And ultimately enlightened know...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last thing he said <br>before he smiling died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spread my ashes over Auschwitz. <br>Spread my ashes. Spread my ashes. <br>Among my nameless beloved brethren.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was a strange saintly kind of guy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=524651" data-title="Certain Knowledge Know de Terence George Craddock" data-description="I.	Journeys through Diversity defining Life 

There is something rather sad 
about people those poor compelled people, 
who have somehow unseen silent become, 
wanders over face of siren earth.

Especially when they have become old
when they are a..."></div>
</div>
</div>