Whenever we can trace back a religion to its first beginnings, we find it free from many of the blemishes that offend us in its later phases. The founders of the ancient religions of the world, as far as we can judge, were minds of a high stamp, full of noble aspirations, yearning for truth, devoted to the welfare of their neighbors, examples of purity and unselfishness. What they desired to found upon earth was but seldom realized, and their sayings, if preserved in their original form, offer often a strange contrast to the practice of those who profess to be their disciples.
quote by Max Muller
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God, is this the world you have created?
1-The minds full of lust
The minds full of lies
2-The world full of darkness
The world full of dirts
3-The world full of people like you like me
Using beautiful words when we need
4-The world full of injustice
Both in West and East
5-The world full of women who have lost their purity
For earning property
6-The world full of hate
In each time, in each date
7-So many racism, so many contempt
So many people who always pretend
8-GOD,
Is this the world you created
9-GOD,
I am sick and tired of living
there haven't been anything interesting
for me on your earth
poem by Nader Baheri
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Stranger In A Strange Land
Was many years ago that I left home and came this way
I was a young man full of hopes and dreams
But now it seems that all is lost and nothing gained
Sometimes things aint what they seem
No brave new world no brave new world
Night and day I scan horizon sea and sky
My spirit wanders endlessly
Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why
Hear me calling rescue me
Set me free, set me free
Lost in this place and leave no trace
Stranger in a strange land
Land of ice and snow
Trapped inside this prison
Lost and far from home
One hundred years have gone and men again they come that way
To find the answer to the mistery
They found his body lying where if fell that day
Preserved in time for all to see
No brave new world no brave new world
Lost in this place to leave no trace
What became off men that started
All are gone and souls departed
Left me here in this prison
So all alone
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Tossed About
Some souls are tossed about as waves, listening to how religion saves,
That what Christ did is not enough, along with additional religious stuff,
As many preach a salvation today, ignoring that Christ is the Only Way;
It was not men, but Jesus Christ, Who said I’m The Way, Truth and Life.
We’re warned not to add or subtract, from what the Bible states as fact,
But, that’s what many religions do, misleading people, like me and you;
Being spiritually tossed, to and fro, by the leaders who profess to know,
The Truth of God, but are deceived, as God’s Spirit they never received.
While all who’ve received His Spirit, know spiritual error when they hear it,
So being led by Truth through Grace, we’re to contend for one true Faith,
Forewarned of the teachings of men, that The Lord Himself will condemn,
All errors born out of vain philosophy, which entangles souls in religiosity.
We are to warn them from God’s Truth, so they may avoid strong reproof,
And not just a strong rebuke from us, but the judgment from Christ Jesus,
Who’s coming back to judge all men, all the religious, but, not born again,
Teaching without the Spirit of God; deceiving souls all across earth’s sod.
God’s warning in Revelation is clear, but, many simply choose not to fear,
While they add to and or take from, the very words of God’s Eternal Son,
Who’ll send them the plagues found in, God’s closing book of Revelation,
And their share from The Tree of Life, shall be taken away by Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©12/2010)
I went through a lot of phases and studied many religions. I am not into religion, I am spiritual.
Stick Around
If I have offended you...
I do offer options.
You can choose to look at it this way...
Either I have had a lot of practice at it!
With those before you providing my experience.
Or...
You have gotten on my last nerve,
With such a degree of annoyance...
I had to offend,
To deliver the attention you sought!
Now...
Which is it?
If neither of those applies,
And this is your first time being insulted...
You and I could become good friends.
I do not often offend without a purpose.
Stick around!
You look as if,
I might have finally found the one...
Who will not put up with it!
'You're sick! '
Really?
Tell me more.
Don't stop.
I'm all ears.
You have my undivided attention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Religion or Life
Religion I hate, Life I love; one’s from earth the other from above,
The Life I love is from God, while religion is from this earthly sod.
A religion of earth leads to death; Life from God is eternal breath,
New Life is given by Christ Jesus, as religion will only mislead us.
Religion, call it what you may, distorts Truth from God’s only way,
The way provided to all of us, who in God’s Word place their trust,
New Life from God, in His Son, regarding truth, is second to none,
For religion truthfully has no part, in truly changing a sinner’s heart.
Religion can make us feel good, creating a common brotherhood,
Filling life with religious stuff, but salvifically it doesn’t do enough.
It doesn’t reach the heart of men, inspiring them to be Born Again,
Through the Spirit of Jesus Christ, who alone offers men New Life.
Religion can fill a need on earth, but, eternally men need new birth,
We need to be born spiritually, to have new life with God eternally.
All religions on earth my friend, with the world will come to an end,
While all who have Life from God, will live beyond this earthly sod.
Religion comes in many forms, and around men’s ways conforms,
While God’s Only Way is higher, with Eternal Life being His desire,
Which will be granted to all of us, who, in His Son place their trust,
A Life far above all man’s ways, while giving to God eternal praise.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Unfortunate
Fold her hands upon her breast,
And let her sweetly sleep.
She has found a perfect rest,
Beneath her winding sheet.
Her weary limbs are now at rest,
And free from toil and pain;
Her weary soul from earth has left,
But in Heaven lives again.
Death has closed her mild blue eyes,
That once was full of mirth,
Her lovely form once full of life,
Will now return to earth.
Touch her gently, let her lie,
This forsaken girl forlorn;
Tears may fall from strangers' eyes,
O'er her silent form.
She was a poor erring girl,
A wanderer alone,
Friends she had none in this world,
Nor a place she could call home.
She's found a home bright and fair
In that world above,
Angels dwell together there,
In perfect peace and love,
Place her gently in her grave,
And let her sweetly sleep.
Judge her not; for he who gave
Her life, her soul will keep.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Lights, Camera, Action!
Welcome!
To the greatest show on Earth
Seldom, do the actors study their words
Or review their lines or cue in on time
For stories undefined
The talent is slim or full of girth
It’s got romance and drama and chock full of action!
It’s a show for the ages, a fatal attraction!
Tickets are free, come on in and see
No intermissions and fewer distractions
Drink and eat, you’ll jump out your seat!
Witness special effects that cannot be beat!
The grooves in the tunes will make your heart swoon
And the wardrobe itself is an added treat
It’s got humor, suspense, and plot twists galore!
Original characters; original score!
You’ll cheer and you’ll jeer and you’ll fill up with fear
You might want to leave but you can’t find the door!
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Truth Is..
Truth is..
Thunder in the night,
a firefly in flight.
Truth is..
In its purest form rare,
very seldom do they spare.
Truth is..
The light at end of tunnel
Shattering or very subtle
Truth is...
Clear as cloudless sky,
blue as ocean far and wide.
Truth is..
The calm before the storm,
not in any different form.
Truth is..
Opening our eyes,
is 99% surprise.
Truth is...
painful, devastating,
or uplifting levitating.
Truth is..
what we want to hear,
and most times is what we fear..
Dont understand they say the truth
is what will set you free,
but how will I escape
if they keep lying to me?
poem by Trystian AmedeeJones
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A Call To The World
There is an aim
I vie to achieve
there is a dream
I die to live...
A world free from terror
a world without sobs
a world free from hunger
a world full of jobs...
A planet free from drugs
a planet without crimes
a planet free from thugs
a planet full of rhymes....
An earth free from pollution
an earth without wars
an earth free from racism
an earth full of stars...
Lets get together and work
to make a society just
to create an aura of trust
And yes, its a Must....
poem by Prashant Shaurya
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Major religions are examples of 'noble lies' aimed at uplifting human stature.
quote by Jack Miller
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Existence, as we know it, is full of sorrow. To mention only one minor point every man is a condemned criminal, only he does not know the date of his execution. This is unpleasant for every man. Consequently every man does everything possible to postpone the date, and would sacrifice anything that he has if he could reverse the sentence. Practically all religions and all philosophies have started thus crudely, by promising their adherents some such reward as immortality. No religion has failed hitherto by not promising enough the present breaking up of all religions is due to the fact that people have asked to see the securities. Men have even renounced the important material advantages which a well-organized religion may confer upon a State, rather than acquiesce in fraud or falsehood, or even in any system which, if not proved guilty, is at least unable to demonstrate its innocence. Being more or less bankrupt, the best thing that we can do is to attack the problem afresh without preconceived ideas. Let us begin by doubting every statement. Let us find a way of subjecting every statement to the test of experiment. Is there any truth at all in the claims of various religions Let us examine the question.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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Hidden Truth
Is there a place where I can go,
to find some truth,
I'd like to know.
Truth cannot be found in size,
small swells big,
big shrinks to hide.
Truth cannot be found in color,
without light ones like the other.
Truth cannot be found in men,
we've all lied once,
we'll lie again.
Truth is more a hopeful wish,
a dreamful thought that flows from lips.
A pleasantry that few have known,
that few have seen or even shown.
Truth is just a word that hides,
within a world thats full of lies.
poem by Ken Bennight
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Atheism Is Not...
people who do not
happen to profess
to or believe in the truth
of the true Christian faith
people who do not
happen to profess
to or believe in the truth
of Islam Hinduism Buddhism
people who do not
believe there is a God or gods
people who have no religion
people who have no religious beliefs
atheism is not a religion
atheism is not an ideology
atheism is not a philosophy
atheism is not a belief system
atheism is not a creed
atheism is not a world view
atheism is simply not believing
God gave freedom of choice
Atheists have made their choice
their choice is a God given right
their God given right to choose
let each leave others in blessed peace
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Religious Progress
Professor dear, I think it queer
That all these good religions
('Twixt you and me, some two or three
Are schemes for plucking pigeons)
I mean 'tis strange that every change
Our poor minds to unfetter
Entails a new religion-true
As t' other one, and better.
From each in turn the truth we learn,
That wood or flesh or spirit
May justly boast it rules the roast
Until we cease to fear it.
Nay, once upon a time long gone
Man worshipped Cat and Lizard:
His God he'd find in any kind
Of beast, from a to izzard.
When risen above his early love
Of dirt and blood and slumber,
He pulled down these vain deities,
And made one out of lumber.
'Far better that than even a cat,'
The Howisons all shouted;
'When God is wood religion's good!'
But one poor cynic doubted.
'A timber God-that's very odd!'
Said Progress, and invented
The simple plan to worship Man,
Who, kindly soul! consented.
But soon our eye we lift asky,
Our vows all unregarded,
And find (at least so says the priest)
The Truth-and Man's discarded.
Along our line of march recline
Dead gods devoid of feeling;
And thick about each sun-cracked lout
Dried Howisons are kneeling.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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In His Hands
My soul is in the hands of God, not earthly men on earthly sod,
I have been bought by His Son, through the blood of only One.
In the Son alone, I take my stand, securely in the Father’s Hand.
A life in Heaven, I’m assured, not through religion, but my Lord.
And when I pray, I pray to Him, not to another one also with sin,
For I have access to His Throne, and He calls me His very own.
Religion is not what I profess, and to a priest, I do not confess,
As I have a Priest high above, who died for me, moved by love.
Religion did not save my soul, for it was Christ, who died for all,
All religions were diminished, when The Son said “It is Finished”.
Now all the work has been done, upon the cross by God’s Son.
I do not give mere men praise, as the Cross of Christ I will raise.
Only by Grace I’ve been saved, from a heart that’s so depraved,
Through this Grace I received, it was God’s Truth that I believed.
Saving Truth that sets men free, a Truth that flows from Calvary,
Freed of man’s religious rules, which only create religious fools.
I only have one Father in Heaven; all others are Spiritual Leaven,
Part of the coming apostasy, built through eyes that cannot see.
With Christ there’s no uncertainty, regarding my place in Eternity,
For the moment I leave this place, I shall be greeted by His face.
Through my journey in this life, I fix my eyes upon Jesus Christ,
Who opened them and my heart, with a Hope for when I depart.
A Hope, not on religious emptiness, but on His Righteousness,
Righteousness from God above, to save me by a Savior’s love.
(10/2007)
Global Poetry
Poetry from around the globe
From every corner of the world from every nations
On every human emotions, original and
Universal, no distinctions on races and religions,
Colour of skins, hairs and eyes, sex or tribes, poets
Heart out writes, apprehensions and experiences
Moulded in their souls and minds to strengthen
Friendship, love, fraternity and brotherhood relinquishing
Separation and hate and dig down deep to fathom out
Quality and merit, upholding high the flag of beauty and truth
Cultivating to enrich always humanism of the whole humanity.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Far off Neighbor
The world has entered a social age,
But we the two,
Races tribes and religions,
Feel pleased in others defeat,
Nothing to share nothing to celebrate,
No humor but ridicule,
Want not to be a platform,
Easily a hindrance though,
count you gains,
How many?
None?
Now take these losses,
No space to place them,
too many,
children orphan,
Women widowed,
mothers crying,
Sisters mourning brothers,
Enough you two,
Enough,
Your children deserve to be friends,
Teach them love,
The enmity ends,
Practice your religions,
Celebrate,
Customs and feasts,
But be the neighbors,
For each other,
A shelter, safety, support and helper….
poem by Jahan zaib
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Explorations: XXXIX
when this body
gets back to its
original form-
fluid dissolves in fluid
skin and bones
merge with the earth-
i may not be there
to perceive the truth...
my friend,
understand this reality
of our connect to the earth
and pass it on...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Abruptness
With all that people profess themselves to be,
On various levels of acceptance...
That we all at times attach ourselves,
To feel and produce...
A greater sense of self importance over others,
We can always count on Mother Nature...
To bring us back down to Earth,
With stunning abruptness,
That keeps our feet firmly planted...
On solid ground.
And our heads and minds...
Not too high up and beyond the clouds.
Since there will be,
Periodically...
Something done 'naturally',
That affects our awareness...
With a striking effectiveness,
Conducted by truth!
And the vivid workings done,
By undeniable reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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