Your body must become familiar with its death - in all its possible forms and degrees - as a self-evident, imminent, and emotionally neutral step on the way towards the goal you have found worthy of your life.
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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Impediment
Impediment!
Either in speech,
Or something done...
It's evident.
There is an impediment.
It's evidence.
And imminent is this impediment living.
Sitting and getting in the way not giving.
Impediment!
Either in speech,
Or something done...
Is evident.
There is an impediment.
It's evident.
An impediment...
Is evidence.
A flowered talking doesn't pay,
Today.
When much deceit,
Is released.
And it feeds and increases.
'Where are those truth and honest days? '
They are gone in thin air...
With respect that had been there!
There is an impediment!
Either in speech,
Or something done...
Is evident.
There is an impediment.
That is evidence and it's evident.
A flowered talking doesn't pay,
Today.
When much deceit,
Is released.
And it feeds and increases.
That is evidence and it's evident.
'Where are those truth and honest days? '
They are gone in thin air...
With respect that had been there!
And imminent is this impediment living.
Sitting and getting in the way not giving.
That is evidence and it's evident.
Impediment!
Either in speech,
Or something done...
Is evident.
There is an impediment.
That's evident as evidenced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death
"Death"
Our seers say
"is evident
The ultimate destination of life
No body, no face
Life is transient
Oh dear, why fear
Embrace it with grace"
What a claim?
treat it with disdain
death is human
in flesh and blood
moving around, around us
why destiny to blame?
Behold
skeltoned beggar
starving farmers
terminally ill patients
sex-workers
locked out labourers
young widow of a martyr
victim of rape
refugee in own country
mentally and physically caged
wronged by the system
in every way and shape
death personified at its best
north, south, east or west
living dead
in them death manifest.
Death
inherent and visible in
overboard authority
merciless terrorists
brutal nexalites
mindless arsonist
misguided egoist
deadly adulterist
drunken rich brat motorist.
Death is lurking in forms
having flesh, blood, body and face
without heart and soul
no charm, no grace
nothing to embrace
but to wither and fade
as destined and ordained
in a natural way.
That is
CHEATING DEATH
attaining ‘ mokhsha'*
our ultimate goal
putting to the rest
our own soul.
---o----*liberation of soul
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copyright Tribhawan Kaul
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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O death!
O death!
Thou great leveller
Of titles before a name,
Of degrees after a name
Of wealth and of poverty
O death!
No hearing or seeing
No tasting or smelling
No feeling or thinking
No suffering or celebrating
O death!
No body or soul
A spirit-filled life
A life of knowing in a different way
A life of relating in a different way
O death!
No life as we know it
No space as we know it
No time as we know it
But life experienced in all its fullness.
O death!
O death, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
From being deciduous
We’ve become evergreen.
©2009
James Hart
poem by James Hart
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not Understood By Anyone
Neutral, frothy, flowering, flowering
I'm neutral, I'm clear, I'm beautiful
The atmosphere in the color of the morning, fresh and free
Neutral, I want to be like the cool water!
Give me give a ray of your light
Necklace of time hanging around my neck
Looked up at me was still a friend.
Neutral, shining like the sun
I'm running short on time where?
I was neutral and was crying.
My friends who do not understand all gone
Alone in the solitude in a natural death
Glasses of the future of stem occupies my nose
Screams in silence, and hatred, I still
No theme, continues to leave me alone.
Screams in the storm, the color.
I can not enjoy it, I can not cope
Mother!
Who made me like this
No one helped me.
But I like to help
Will I hunt down time
I will make love with my loneliness
Loneliness is always with me and are familiar with
Here, I choose my destiny
Solitude will change but he is a true
Loneliness is a vanity that I can not understand
No one can touch me
Except, I choose solitude friend also
I can't play in the dark
I was scared of the dark I ran away
Break through reality, I entered the illusion again
For example, the face was turned to tears
How old is humanity, what about the story
I hope I meet everything in a neutral and friendly
With solitude, loneliness and eternity
For example, if this sort of entertainment for me
My best friend why did you all go.
Why do not you love me as solitude
Impartiality and the eternal.
poem by Irvan Hermawan Saichu
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Step On Me
step on my soul, step on my face, step on my heart, bury my torn and battered body without any disgrace walk over my grave respect not me for i do not exist not anymore not in physical form for my life meant nothing not to you or anyone esle soon i goto where old freinds and family and comrades are up high in the shadows of heaven but alas due to how i am and who i am and me just being me plummet and fall all the way to hell there is no swansong for me just a quiet a piece and quiet that will remain that way until whomever is in charge of all factions of life and realities and all of life can recall my dead body grant me life anew so that am able to perform whatever task i was awaken for so in return i could hav another shot at life all over again so go ahead and step on me all u want ill not complain no more and just wait until this death happins for in return id expect another chance.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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If our main goal is to connect emotionally, we should want to have as many tools as we possibly can to achieve that goal. The more abilities that we have, the more choices we can make musically.
Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think we do better as a country when we go step by step toward a goal, and the goal in this case should be reducing health care costs.
quote by Lamar Alexander
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Eyes are the window to the soul
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start
Be they hazel, green or blue
Black, brown color changing too
Matters not what color they be
They show what one needs to see
Through these windows the truth lies
Emotionally nothing hides
Clear for all too recognize
Displayed to the world in ones eyes
Evident are anger, lust and surprise
Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise
Happiness, sorrow, and confusion
Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion
To gaze deeply is an intense moment
For the eyes are a intimate component
Although prominent noticed by all
Often the feature hardest to recall
poem by Vern Eaker
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Interview with Manuel Negrete
What is the most beautiful goal?
A goal with friends; a goal that is itself a goal;
A goal that is a beginning, and a goal that ends.
What is the most perfect fulcrum?
The human body where it casts a shadow.
When will the earth shift on its axis?
When the moon becomes a meteorite
And imagination lifts the heart.
Did the Azteca fly up from its foundation?
All of Mexico emerged from the ground.
Is Quetzalcoatl a soccer god?
He plays with the morning star.
What do you do with your time?
I live in the blinding moment.
poem by Salvatore Ala
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Food, Clothing, Money, Shelter, and...
Food, clothing, money and shelter
I have them all
Why is this heaviness in life
Why is it to be hauled?
Food, clothing, money and shelter
are all requirements of my body
While pursuing all these material necessities
I forgot to feed my soul.
An engine needs fuel to be propelled
Soul needs a goal
Without goal the life is empty
Goal makes the life whole.
No goal means no life
Worry and fear cloud the soul
To live life to the fullest
I need to have something in the morning
to wake up for.
poem by Anshul Gupta
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If I Should Die Tomorrow Say Only This Of Me
If I should die tomorrow say only this of me
In Nature's marvellous creations great beauty he did see
He found some joy in writing reams of stuff he did write
Though none of it is memorable or worthy to recite
The Reaper has claimed the life from him and if his name we should recall
We can say of him that he loved Nature the most important one of all
For Nature is the greatest the one not destined to die
Immortality for human beings has been based on a lie
If I should die tomorrow and today is my last day
I will return to Nature for that is Nature's way
Of dealing with her life forms on all living things a use by date
Nature's Reaper claims the life from every life form she create
If I should die tomorrow leave me to rest in peace
From life's many cares and worries I will have found release
poem by Francis Duggan
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Strong Mercy
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple,
great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the
life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Death won't come..
Death is what I crave as I am no good at anything…
Death is what I want as I am such a horrible person…
Death is what I deserve as I ask questions to what peaks my interest…
Death is what I should have because my head spins with total bewilderment of what has been said to me…
Death is what I seek as I make so many people lives miserable..
Death is what should happen as I am not who people want me to be..
Why won’t death come to me, I am not worthy of life…
Please sweet death, seek me out…. I cannot continue life, as I know it…
I beg of you death, come and seek me out, where are you death…?
Where are you?
poem by Darla Olsen
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One Step...
Ladder of success you would climb
To reach destiny of your desired goal.
No obstacle can stop you if
Steps taken with well vision.
One step of confidence
One step of inspiration
One step of determination
One step of hope
One step of sincerity
One step of courage
One step of hard work
Ladder of success you would climb
To reach destiny of your desired goal.
No obstacle can stop you if
Steps taken with well vision.
poem by Geeta Nair
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Digimortal
One step!
As I witness the death of innocence
A predator feeding on its creation
Through the fallout of this hallucination
I walked into darkness
Must not surrender my God to anyone
Or this body will become carrion
One step closer
One step closer to my fate
One step closer
One step closer to the grave
As I witness my own degeneration
The future condemns me
Must not surrender my God to anyone
Or this body will become carrion
One step closer
One step closer to my fate
One step closer
One step closer to the grave
One step closer...
One step!
As I witness the death of innocence
A predator feeding on its creation
Through the fallout of this hallucination
I walked into darkness
Must not surrender my God to anyone
Or this body will become carrion
One step closer
One step closer to my fate
One step closer
One step closer to the grave
As I witness my own degeneration
The future condemns me
Must not surrender my God to anyone
Or this body will become carrion
One step closer
One step closer to my fate
One step closer
One step closer to the grave
One step closer...
song performed by by Fear Factory from Digimortal
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Transperancy
I see your tears even when you don't cry infront of me
I hear your pain like tear drops falling inside of you
Let me in, so I can try to fix you
I'll bleed your pain and repair every damaged tissue
You say you fine, but your eyes tell me a different story
You living a disguise trapped in hell although you are holy
You are emotionally scard, pain tattoed within your heart
You no longer know what living is, because life and death for you don't seem far apart
You died the day you failed to live
Because you living a painful death (living a life that has no life)
You see yourself through a mirror
But the mirror sees your hurt at first
I know your sky will never be blue
Your brain forms those dark clouds, hence those rainy tears
You've lived with so much pain throughout all these years
Its now a part of your life hence your dreams are your fears
You need a friend, someone to comfort you, its just you don't see me
Or maybe its you in my mind and you IS me
No wonder why I can see you so clearly
I have my eyes shut and yet..Transperancy
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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O Lord
Behold O Lord, behold this scene,
A woman selling her body away,
Dancing to the rhythm of coins
She must warm thy domestic curs:
She has a belly she must fill,
Thou deny her bread;
She was born and so must live,
Thou deny her death.
Immoral! Yes she is
But thou drivest her to this;
For thy worthy sons
Out of morality must not step;
And she must live a fiendish life,
For the poor soul is so cursed to breathe. [1955]