Materialism is the only form of distraction from true bliss.
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Paradise Achieved Prosperity
materialism is too often part of problem mix
perpetuating human greed indifference in excess
materialism applied with soul vision focus
tuned to solving species global problems
should be key to achieving prosperity
spiritual golden paradise for humanity
love dream seeds hope expansion interactions
materialism is too often part of fault problems
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love Action
When you're in love
You know you're in love
No matter what you try to do
You might as well resign yourself
To what you're going through
If you're a hard man or if you're a child
It still might get to you
Don't kid yourself you've seen it all before
A million mouths have said that too
I've had my hard times in the past
I've been a husband and a lover too
I've lain alone and cried at night
Over what love made me do
And the loved ones who let me down
And couldn't share my point of view
But this is philomena talking
I want to tell you
What i've found to be true
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action
I believe, i believe what the old man said
Though i know that there's no lord above
I believe in me, i believe in you
And you know i believe in love
I believe in truth though i lie a lot
I feel the pain from the push and shove
No matter what you put me through
I'll still believe in love
And i say
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking - i'm just checking
To see if someone out there
Is really reading all this
song performed by by Human League
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Materialism
What is materialism?
Affluence and lavishness,
Extravagance and pomposity,
Hoarding and possessiveness,
Or miserliness or being a spendthrift?
No,
Swindling to spend,
Smuggling to spend
and wasting the abundance.
Can’t you avoid materialism?
18.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Material Band Aids
society teaches materialism
as a band aid for tired souls
material delights new promise
sparkling but fade to normality
provide lease short term happiness...
but cannot address
our true spiritual needs
our hunger for love
understanding knowledge
God the universe all creation
society teaches materialism
as a band aid for the soul
material delights lust allure
may plead purchase swiftly
enticing packaged new sparkling...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The War
There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the south that darkens the day,
Storm of battle and thunder of war,
Well, if it do not roll our way.
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Be not deaf to the sound that warns!
Be not gull'd by a despot's plea!
Are figs of thistles or grapes of thorns?
How should a despot set men free?
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Let your Reforms for a moment go,
Look to your butts and make good aims.
Better a rotten borough or so,
Than a rotten fleet or a city of flames!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Form, be ready to do or die!
Form in freedom's name and the Queen's!
True, that we have a faithful ally,
But only the devil knows what he means!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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To Know Bliss Like This
Yesterday,
Held for me bliss.
I could not resist it.
The bliss that came to visit.
And today it continues...
Within me to sit!
I can not promise,
What tomorrow for me brings.
I'll just remember bliss,
For what bliss to me is!
Wanting to keep it.
As it made me sing!
Knowing it at all...
Makes me feel blessed,
To have experienced bliss.
Feeling it soar within me to exist!
And to know bliss like this within me lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Old Peoples’ Home
also known as 'the last stop'
a cutting ill mannered remark
implying death as next final hop
wit of rude ill informed nark
i shall not to such a home
be hurled therein twirled
my true aspired to home
be called heaven pearled
my life sought true home defined
is not was never a hopeless part
of this material delusional world
materialism never bound my heart
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Jesus Christ Touched My Heart
Jesus Christ touched my heart
each expressed sentiment rang true
when Jesus spoke each thought
asked ‘Who Will We Worship Now'?
each parable as I read I instantly knew
each parable questioned souls me and you
each parable declared truth acts we do
materialism greed preaches ego success
materialism preaches individual achievement
materialism lives in sanctuaries of gold
materialism loves windows of colored glass
materialism hates getting manicured hands dirty
materialism lives on prestige side of towns...
It has decades this soul bothered
that all the world's great religions
build huge temples to their God
or God's beautiful though shaped
by worship honouring host hands
many built in worship great houses
to their God or Gods who need
no houses to shelter chill starved
mortal suffering dirt dying bodies;
but so many temples built so few
homes for orphans the sick the poor
living flesh souls God does adore.
Where do you think noble God
in truth is to be most found?
In houses of worship countless
built by hands of his own clay?
Or in hospitals, orphanages,
soup kitchens, simple homes
of the poor; and the homeless
streets where beloved poor
so often fall asleep desperate?
Remember greed rich those first
with men are often last with God.
Jesus is most often recorded in
the company of the poor those not
approved by cream of society; not
among glittering robes of the elite
in their palaces. What example do
you think Jesus was giving? Two
of the reasons Rome hated religion
Christianity were, early Christians
refused to worship Rome's rulers as gods
and Christianity taught the slave was
equal to the master. Two lessons
world leaders so often still resent.
Even today we can still judge best
civilizations, a country by how,
they treat the least of their citizens.
Honour this scale who measures
up, who would God approve?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Who Dreams Multiple Mysteries?
would you believe phenomenon if I told truth
I dream multiple poems those I wake to write
message meaning manifestation set unique
perfection I dream yet awake forget cannot
write as if bliss cosmic mysteries cannot exist
within woken world where other values egos
rule within materialism which places no value
on spiritual enlightenment evolution struggles
on hidden universal mysteries never fear seek
out research into missing dark matter enter an
unknown unseen dimension hidden existence
know I wait until you join search cosmic unity
behold bliss wonderment which awaits there
would you believe miracle if I told seen truth?
unknown unseen dimension hidden quantum existence
behold bliss wonderment awaits exploration observation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Distraction
Distraction
I felt as tho I was going crazy.
Speaking to all and doing my work as needed but life seamed like it was falling on me from above like it blocked out my sight to see and receive instantly. I'm being hit like never before a distraction to stop me from walking right out of thee old an into something new. So I learned in the process to jump high like never before to move in away that one needed to move and that is swiftly until a break happens for me!
poem by Clarence Williams
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Alright.....
between your legs
my tongue is
joy, and my mouth
is bliss
there is no tomorrow
here
and i accept there is
dirty
feeling after,
but haven't they told you
that even in such a
very short moment
no matter what you call it
the feeling that you are the king
of the universe
and that stars explode to form
new stars
and new galaxies
will always be there
and when everything turns dark
and silent
you will always remember
once, there was bliss.
once, i was there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Few Can Express True Happiness
They have homes.
They have titles.
They have their materialism.
Nice cars. Nice clothes,
That some consider...
Is an expensive extensive wardrobe.
But what they all seem to lack,
Is an identity that has kept them on track.
They appear lost in pretension traps.
And even though they have obtained the 'image'...
Of success,
Few can express true happiness.
Why is that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Religious Intolerance
base born minds
bloated in materialism
disclaim religions
of which
they know
nothing
true believers
ignore ignorance
believers prays
world peace promises
displease war mongers
selling shredding souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fear Of Bliss
My misery has enjoyed company
And although I have ached
I dont threaten anybody
Sometimes I feel more bigness than Ive shared with you
Sometimes I wonder why I quell when Im not required to
Ive tried to be small Ive tried to be stunted
Ive tried roadblocks and all
My happy endings prevented
Sometimes I feel its all just too big to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of what my bigness could do
Fear of bliss and fear of joyitude
Fear of bigness (and ensuing solitude? )
I could be golden
I could be glowing
I could be freedom
But that could be boring
Sometimes I feel this is too scary to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of losing you
Fear of bliss and fear of joyitude
Fear of bigness (and ensuing solitude? )
This talk of liberation makes me want to go lie down
Under the covers til the terror of the unknown is gone
I could be full
I could be thriving
I could be shining
Sounds isolating
Sometimes I feel this is too good to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of what my joy could do
Fear of bliss and fear of joyitude
Fear of bigness (and ensuing solitude? )
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Distraction
Distraction
~
My attention wanders
Leaving me unable to concentrate
To focus on any given task
Pages half littered in words
Fail to bring any poem forth
I look to the window
To music or any distraction
Escape is evasive
The mind frustrated
Love is calming
I'll write about love
But love is mysterious
I lack the necessary strength
To sit and write about it
My levels of attention
Fail to complete this
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Heart Of God
Oooooo I'm really scared
Love and hate flared
-First act your tsunami-
The beauty of distraction
All sin's destruction
I am the sinner
Reflecting your mirror
Your clay's inner
My soul's sheerer
Owwwwe I'm really scared
Love and hate flared
-Second act your volcano-
Melting lava and sulfur air
Showing off your flair
The beauty of distraction
All sin's destruction
I am the sinner
Reflecting your mirror
Your clay's inner
My soul's sheerer
Ooooooo I'm really scared
Love and hate flared
-Third act your earthquake-
Dislodging all foundations
Fuming your frustrations
The beauty of distraction
All sin's destruction
I am the sinner
Reflecting your mirror
Your clay's inner
My soul's sheerer
Owwwwe I really don't care
For I am human
Therefore I am
The heart of God
You devil cannot dissolve
My faith's resolve
The beauty of distraction
All sin's destruction
I am the sinner
Reflecting your mirror
God's clay inner
My soul's sheerer
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
September 16,2012
poem by leaking Pen
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In a world apart from this
In a world apart from this
love stays true and ever kind,
are not blanketed by a changing mind
our bound by passing bliss
and there love brings no pain
is always sheltered against the dark plain
does not alter with circumstance or by choice
and remain
strong and true, forever unspoilt
and we, who cannot understand the power of a kiss,
the magic in bliss, in its pleasure
blindly go into darkness, wander into the world
afraid to miss something in all of this
causing unending pain and failing in our humanity.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Control Micro Environment Desires
Rachael to control her micro environment desires
Rachael to around her influence her world desires
Rachael what materialism sales pitch sells desires
turn on the TV hear multiplied sales pitch philosophy
watch TV see value defined as sparkling attained property
learn school seated order clone test graded conformity
why do most parents eventually teach dog eat dog compete?
why do most parents teach attained materialism satisfies?
why not teach love compassion empathy walk in God's light?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dreadful Tears
Rolling down from eyes tears,
Twisted with sorrow and bliss,
Hunt words to words to kiss,
Lines to lines to create verse,
Heart gently transposes tears to eyes,
And melting sorrow and bliss like an ice,
Crystal transparent tears in eyes screen,
Betwixt sorrow and bliss shed, fade tears
Tears shares and contribute an hour…
When ever sorrow and bliss occur …
Innocent heart showers, emotion tears,
Departing and meeting tale, tears bears
Tears true friend of loneliness, never withers,
When ever there is pain and bliss always shares,
Tears inside eyes with emotion thread weave…
Delicate and tender, fragile like spider web
poem by Rose Rosado
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Enough Money Spent On Wars
What agony; accumulative emotive costs;
feed needle; soul destroying drug addictions?
What monstrous greed
cloaked in racial hatred;
fed with religious hatred
feeds covert wars justified?
When will we; with humanity feed;
with compassion; brothers sisters imprisoned;
in race conflict; poverty dying discarded;
in ignored horrors; extant third world?
Ban every earth war feed our poor
not capitalist corporate baron robbers;
glutted on global sly sweat shop wages
slum lord rents death reaped war profits?
Misery is waste residue of souls
which seek self pleasure materialism;
instead of gift of giving to others
oiled crimes greases palms capitalism.
It is still universally eternally true
it is better to give than to receive;
to sow sacred love not bile hatred
sow prosperity not starvation greed.
Enough money to buy drugs
to support epidemic addictions;
who will feed our suffering world?
Enough money spent on wars
to house all our earth's homeless;
who will house humanities homeless?
Who will feed the poor?
Ban every war feed the poor.
No need to ask who will bank on feed;
crime world exploitation materialism?
Spend money spent on wars
to house all earth's homeless;
feed our poor do not feed wars.
Souls who feed world materialism
will not house human immortal souls;
while flesh rots in blown away dust
in greedy winds of war greed lust.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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