Empires do not suffer emptiness of purpose at the time of their creation. It is when they have become established that aims are lost and replaces by vague ritual.
Frank Herbert in Dune
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For You And Your Children
My heart beats.
Even as I feel so stuck.
In a goop I walked right through.
I don't know why
Maybe it was to get to the other side.
Maybe it was to still try.
Maybe it was to see if I can touch the sky.
It feel so close.
Yet I'm still not there.
The heavenly ghost.
It is hope.
It is desire.
It is to aspire to a higher calling before the falling.
Empires so murky and grey.
I feel I have become just another prey.
The predator is closing in.
So I must reach.
When necessity comes you can't just deny it.
The gut feeling that everything that was earned with hard work gone.
Another dawn will come.
But not as I have known it.
Something great lost forever.
A million people speaking of their lost lover.
But what if the ability to love dies?
What if the soul wilts away to nothing?
A void
A emptiness
A lust that replaces, and compensates for it.
Ash to Ash
Blow on the rust and watch it turn to dust.
With something new is shown.
Scary is the unknown.
Especially when it could be so horrible.
With a repentance, forgiveness and respect I pray.
Not just for me, but for you and your children.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Lost Hopeless Lover
I never meant to see you leaving
With an emptiness so vacant
There is no escaping from this loneliness
And I try denying
I never wished to be convinced
That you would leave me
And I
Making some sense of it
My eyes hide from crying
I never meant to feel deserted
Or left felt hurting
By the pinching even of it
No!
I never meant to say
Go away from me
Now I suffer
Like a lost hopeless lover
To recover
To recover
And now I suffer
Like a lost hopeless lover
Hoping to discover
Another
Lover
Just like the other
I never meant to see you leaving
And I
Left alone
Making some sense of it
To suffer
Like a lost
And
Hopeless lover
And
I suffer
From another
Like a lost hopeless lover
And I
Try
Denying
But I suffer
To recover
Like a lost hopeless lover
I'm just a lost hopeless lover
I'm just a lost hopeless lover
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Watcher In The Sky
I'm watching the mountains I'm watching the sea
Observing the creatures I am lost - set me free
Across the heavens I made my way
I've seen empires rise and blown away
I have arrived at my destiny but after all
there's just emptiness in me
Out in the darkness - I am going mad
Where are the others - there's silence in my head
'Cause I'm a watcher in the sky
I've seen universes die
Out in the cold my systems overload
I am lost in time
Watcher in the sky
I'm trapped in this nightmare
Endless tortures and pain
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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My Ritual
My blood moves
I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise
My blood moves
I feel all right
Dont touch me
Cuz Ive had too much to feel tonight
Im a martyr of a new and magic kind
Its gettin easy not to suffer all the time
My good time
I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise
My blood moves I feel all right
Dont touch me cuz youre still too much to feel tonight
Not tonight, I repeat, me over
Im a martyr of a new and magic kind
Its getting easy not to suffer all the time
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all I really crave
Trying to be good, while I get my fill
Will I get what I need?
I dont know if I will
When I take it in , will I make it my own again
My own again
My good time, I feel all right
My ritual got my through another night
Im a martyr of a new and magic kind
Its getting easy not to suffer all the time
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all I really crave
Its all I want. its all I need
So come over.
song performed by by Folk Implosion
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The Hair
The ritual evanesced when we observed it,
The ritual completed when our lice grew.
The head was full of lice, I hear them and saw each of them,
Restraining the children with feet, the arms also.
Inexorable lice swayed in the hair of our heads
Until the ritual was entire.
What is this ritual?
The ritual is of the dressing of hair,
Or the cutting of hair by the hairdresser.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Happiness is the purpose.
I set no goals to pursue.
I set no aims to live with.
I had no strain and stress.
I wandered in the garden
And plucked fruits near at hand.
If happiness is the purpose
No purpose need be designed.
05.06.2002, S.N. puram
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Born In Birth Universe
Where is first blessing
for this new young couple
for each new young couple?
These young souls
so blessed with love of life
in love of each other.
They await first blessing
blessing of new destined life
given God’s mystic purpose.
How God intrigues
us with this longing
internal wait for new life.
Where when is time
of this life born creation
moment of conception?
Original moment of creation
was born in birth universe
all souls preconceived in God.
Eternal love for awaited child
universal longing expressed
in God’s preconceived creation.
'The concept, time is infinite and undefined'
flows into many universal truths as creation
laws in divine purpose free will consequences.
All humanity all races all born children
are fortunate to receive unconditional
love as God’s blessing in karma choices.
Quotation from the poem ‘Where Is The Time? ’ by Rekha Sathya.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Skepticism has never founded empires, established principals, or changed the world's heart. The great doers in history have always been people of faith.
quote by Edwin Hubbel Chapin
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Something To Live For
(hymas / brown)
Weve seen so many towns
Where the trains dont ever stop
Though we hear all night sounds
Theres no side left to the shop
Nothing but changes of face
That life arranges
Nothing but strangeness that wastes
Anything it replaces
Weve seen so many dreams
Floating out into the tide
Theyre never what they seem
And theres emptiness inside
Nothing but changes of face
That life arranges
Nothing but strangeness that wastes
Anything it replaces
Keep pushing tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep hustling tomorrow
You might just find
That elusive something
Weve got so many ways
To take the world apart
And almost no one stays
If they make it from the start
Nothing but changes of face
That life arranges
Nothing but strangeness that wastes
Anything it replaces
Keep pushing tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep hustling tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep pushing tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep hustling tomorrow
Until you find that elusive something
song performed by by Hollies
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Pukllay Inter-Community Awareness
Pukllay harmony stresses
it is important to ritual fight
to reinforce separate entities
purpose entire point
of ritual conflict
is to resolution meet
together afterward
to united celebrate
union as one people
to embody
the complementarity
of opposites
distinction between
two communities
is clearly defined
then brought
together to form
a single entity
sense inter-community
awareness respect
emerge in wisdom tolerant
the purpose to create
tinkuy a sense of unity
among the participants
in survival Andes
wise encounters
of differing energies
like ‘Yawar Mayu' rivers
of symbolic blood offerings
ensure tinku social harmonies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Justice is what is established; and thus all our established laws will necessarily be regarded as just without examination, since they are established.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Vision Fragments
'written in heightened
or low ebb periods
of artistic energy flows'
vague is often
low energy
lost fog threads
purpose code mists
hidden messages
or fragmented visions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Asuobonteng
The creation of the world,
The creation of man,
The creation of woman from man,
But you are storing up wrath for yourselves according to your stubborn and impatient minds! !
Inventers of evil things,
Indignation;
But with persistence patient with the muse of my mind!
And like joy in the land of peace;
Because, the doers of the Law are righteous as compared to those who break the Law! !
I am Asuobonteng from a land far away from you,
But it is time for us to put the world into a better shape than,
The very negative things going on now;
For, we were all created by the Creator for a purpose!
And, we need to take care of the earth than destroying it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Reason And Cause For Their Pain
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Someone is complaining...
About being misunderstood.
Everyday as if a ritual,
Fault is being made...
About someone else.
Everyday as if a ritual,
People are accused...
For something they didn't do.
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Some believes they have the right...
To excuse themselves of responsibility.
And everyday,
Someone is left to feel alone...
Still not getting the connection,
Between their misdeeds...
Aches and pains.
And those heartbreaks they receive,
They have come to perceive...
No one else has known!
And everyday without fail,
As sure as the ticking of a clock is heard...
These people will not see themselves,
The reason and cause for their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no greater fallacy than the belief that aims and purposes are one thing, while methods and tactics are another. This conception is a potent menace to social regeneration. All human experience teaches that methods and means cannot be separated from the ultimate aim. The means employed become, through individual habit and social practice, part and parcel of the final purpose; they influence it, modify it, and presently the aims and means become identical.
quote by Emma Goldman
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Lost Life
Life has become so silent and the way it has turned out to be is so unpredictable. How should I define my life? I do not have words to express that. Everything appears to be lost. I have even lost the purpose of being alive. Days simply pass and even hours are passing. Life is becoming lost and I do not know why? Tell me why? I do not know the reason as to why am I even alive? Lost purpose of this lost life.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Vagueness: The Letter
I was angry
and high.
anger is always high.
-When I brake all my rules and standards.-
I wrote
a vague
letter
to Eileen,
i was vague,
my anger was vague,
as well as the words,
the comma, and the vague spacing between the dots.
I should be simple
in writing
all my letters to her.
the vagueness should be left to the ink.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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A search
I walk beneath the night sky.
Thoughts arising from gazing at stars are like aimless breeze,
Chasing an emptiness,
Where the world has lost it's horizon.
Time passes by.
The run since birth continues.
Happiness is still an illusion.
The wind is getting stronger around me.
The cloud is stealing the stars.
My mind is becoming stormy ocean.
Restless thoughts search for light in purpose of life.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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I Suffer The Night
I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Emptiness Descends
I've lost him in the clouds
gone from my view,
And however deep I seek
I can't pursue,
This man who was my love
someone so true,
So very much my refuge
my rendezvous.
Such emptiness descends
my world is blue!
If I could fly up high
would he be there,
Looking down with eyes
that show his care,
Remembering the times
we used to share,
There isn't anyone
who can compare,
Such emptiness descends
he's gone elsewhere.
But I will hold him here
within my soul,
And cherish all we had
so I feel whole,
He'll always be with me
and will console,
This hurting heart of mine
which all condole.
Such emptiness descends
what is my role!
I'm out there on my own
I must last through,
For without his hand to guide
I've no value,
To finding my way alone
I have no clue,
Where will I go from here,
what will ensue.
Such emptiness descends
on my debut!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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