When the sword of rebellion is drawn, the sheath should be thrown away.
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Intelligence, Or Wisdom?
intelligence measured...
test tubes, or degrees,
black robes, dialogue,
swords arrogant drawn...
wisdom though,
validated by experience,
cannot be measured,
but knows enough to
keep the sword in the sheath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lay His Sword By His Side
Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well
Not to rest near his pillow below;
To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell,
Its point was still turn'd to a flying foe.
Fellow-labourers in life, let them slumber in death,
Side by side, as becomes the reposing brave --
That sword which he loved still unbroke in its sheath,
And himself unsubdued in his grave.
Yet pause -- for, in fancy, a still voice I hear,
As if breathed from his brave heart's remains; --
Faint echo of that which, in Slavery's ear,
Once sounded the war-word, "Burst your chains."
And it cries, from the grave where the hero lies deep,
"Though the day of your Chieftain for ever hath set,
Oh leave not his sword thus inglorious to sleep --
It hath victory's life in it yet!
"Should some alien, unworthy such weapon to wield,
Dare to touch thee, my own gallant sword,
Then rest in thy sheath, like a talisman seal'd,
Or return to the grave of thy chainless lord.
But, if grasp'd by a hand that hath learn'd the proud use
Of a falchion, like thee, on the battle-plain,
Then, at Liberty's summons, like lightning let loose,
Leap forth from thy dark sheath again!"
poem by Thomas Moore
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About the repentance
I am cheerful for what I’ve done
But more so for what I haven’t.
I am painful for what I’ve made
But more so for what I haven’t.
I am thankful for what I’ve got
But more so for what I haven’t.
I am shameful for what I’ve done
But more so for what I haven’t.
To rinse the sword won’t plug the blood;
To sheath the sword won’t heal the wound;
To break the sword won’t undo the wound.
Repentance is a selfish act
With no alternatives yet found.
06.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The paladin
That You provide for me, make plans for my life
according to coming events,
is what a person expects from an almighty God
but while my life is almost falling to pieces,
I am involved more by Your calling,
times passes quickly in day and night
and in my simplicity I wonder how much longer
I must alone keep the front
have got to protect the gates with the sword of the word
while hordes in the dark night are coming on storming
as if they are totally unstoppable?
It hurts me when people in rebellion against You throw words,
even try to trample, to ruin my own people
and where I see this happening their sword
has been drawn against me as well, I make it my calling, my work
to with words hit thundering hammer blows back
although I am standing alone against overwhelming numbers.
poem by Gert Strydom
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One sword keeps another in the sheath.
quote by George Herbert
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A Serenade
I watch Inesilla
Thy window beneath,
Deep slumbers the villa
In night's dusky sheath.
Enamoured I linger,
Close mantled, for thee--
With sword and with guitar,
O look once on me!
Art sleeping? Wilt wake thee
Guitar tones so light?
The argus-eyed greybeard
My swift sword shall smite.
The ladder of ropes
Throw me fearlessly now!
Dost falter? Hast thou, Sweet,
Been false to thy vow?
I watch Inesilla
Thy window beneath,
Deep slumbers the villa
In night's dusky sheath!
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Rebellion
Within the heart, rebellion looms, of the soul in which it dooms,
To a life which opposes authority, even The God of all Eternity.
Always seeking their own way, regardless of what one may say,
Even rejecting Eternal Truth, in spite of another’s sound reproof.
In the heart of each and every man, there is a motive and a plan,
And if there’s rebellion in the mix, your intentions, God shall nix,
Rebellion is like witchcraft friend, which God will bring to an end.
Destroying it with all other sin, that brings no Glory at all to Him.
Rebellion began in the Garden, by whom, God will never pardon,
Satan, who caused us to rebel, will end up in the depths of Hell.
Before that man was quite pure, having fellowship with the Lord.
But, tainted when he listened to, Satan, who tempts me and you.
Lucifer, who fell from the top, has been rebelling since, nonstop,
Pulling souls to Hell with him, through the rebellion known as sin.
Rebellion’s been his best tool, for reducing man, down to a fool,
To turn a man’s heart and mind, against anything which is Divine.
Rebellion friend, is nothing new, and it affects, both me and you,
Satan sows rebellion in our life, to oppose the Son, Jesus Christ,
And through the power of his lie, all Truth, he leads men to deny,
To face death along with him; instead of forgiveness of their sin.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast, and the heart must pause for breath, and love itself have rest.
Chemical Youth
Lead me- the leftist cry as the right subsides
Hear me- the media mouth is open wide
Save me- success is our hunger we need to feed
Free me- we will not lose to their anarchy!
We are your leaders-
We are rebellion!
Aural supremists
We are rebellion!
We are future!
Show me- the wave of eighties is #3
Praise me- our religion is technology
Change me- alterations for the stigmatized
Help me - for the cause. would you cross that line?
We are rebellion!
Chemical youth scream
We are rebellion
If we don't stand together
We stand to lose the future
Peace won't last forever
Who will be the martyr you or me?
We can be the future
You and i the leaders, help me!
If we don't stand together
We stand to lose the future
We are the last hope...but there's danger
song performed by by Queensryche
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Abas
Did i not see you in the garden of love yesterday? !
For the cock crowed last night and i remembered you;
But you denied me before your people.
Pilate was there like a pirate!
And he told you much about me;
But put your sword back into the sheath! !
For Abas my friend will be here tonight on a visit.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Devoured
Summoned,
Boom,
Devoured;
But the blood will be the sign for you,
And like a native of the land with flowers in the hand.
I am blessed because of you,
But let me go through all of them;
Because the commander wanted it so!
Brown, grown, thrown, flown, blown, lawn;
Peaceful and faithful,
But the dagger fell out of the sheath.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ballot Or The Bullet
Give me liberty or give me death
No truer words have ever been said
Well are you prepared for your very last breath?
Dont you dare start what you cannot finish
So when we face, face the adversary
No longer are we the minority
And when history repeats her hour
The pendulum will swing, swing into power
Though not in vain like our forefathers
Freedom, never had no room for cowards
For in the end, there will be equality
By any means necessary
The ballot or the bullet
The choice is up to you
The ballot or the bullet
Tell me what you gonna do
The sword or the pen
Can be held by the same hand
Whats it gonna take to liberate?
An emancipation, a false proclamation?
All these token words that you legislate
Sound a little bit absurd. hey! and a little too late
When a house is divided, it just will not stand
Once its decided, a line drawn in the sand
Ah! the ballot or the bullet
The choice is up to you
The ballot or the bullet
Tell me what you gonna do
The sword or the pen
Can be held by the same hand
The ballot or the bullet
The choice is up to you
The ballot or the bullet
Tell me what you gonna do
The ballot or the bullet
The choice is up to you
The ballot or the bullet
Tell me what you gonna do
The sword or the pen can be
The sword or the pen can be
The sword or the pen can be
The sword or the pen can be
The sword or the pen can be
Held, held by the same hand!
song performed by by Van Halen
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No Fault
Hold, told, bold, gold, cold, fold, sold;
They made a fire of coals for it was cold!
Coal, foal, goal;
I've found no fault in you!
But put your sword back in its own sheath.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Prison of Solitude
A prison of solitude
To which I am thrown
The empty walls and rooms
The soundless corridors
The drawn-out night
What madness grows here
That no other does see
How lonely I find
The sleepless bed
The loveless air
The void of conversation
The dying romance of the candle
This isolation
This so complete nothingness
I am kept at distance
From a world I do not know
In this place of madness
A prison of solitude
To which I have been thrown
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Let not your sword be drawn at any man's bidding.
Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue, until all the wealth piled by the bondman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether."
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Mu'tamid's Lament In Prison
In my breast,
A wail of grief,
Without any spark or flash,
Alone survives,
Passionless, ineffectual.
A free man is in prison today,
Without a spear or a sword;
Regret overwhelms me
And also my strategy.
My heart
Is drawn by instinct to chains.
Perhaps my sword was of the same steel.
Once I had a two-edged sword-
It turned into the chains that shackle me now.
How whimsical and indifferent
Is the Author of fates.
[Translated by Mustansir Mir]
Note: Mu‘tamid was the king of Seville and an
Arabic poet. He was defeated and
imprisoned by a ruler of Spain. Mu‘tamid's
poems have been translated into English
and published in the Wisdom of the East
series.
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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When the sword is once drawn, the passions of men observe no bounds of moderation.
quote by Alexander Hamilton
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