All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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Isn’t It Slightly Strange?
Isn’t it slightly strange that pagans believe that we are deranged?
Our faith built on The Eternal Rock is the one that the pagans mock.
Anything mentioned about our Lord by most people is quickly ignored.
Even though the message we herald changed forever the entire world.
The calendar even changed in years at the time The Savior appeared.
From The Word we know the end, while you sit there lost my friend.
If God’s Truth is such a lie, why did eleven Apostles willingly die?
If faith creates such derision why are so many men drawn to religion?
Why is the Bible still even read if the very God who wrote it is dead?
If religion is such a sham, why do so many people believe in Abraham?
Friend, why do men from sea to sea pray to our God upon bended knee?
While many others fervently call, on a being who is not a god at all?
Religion itself does not save, for most of them are quite depraved.
If on earth there is no curse, why are things simply getting worse?
Friend you think that I’m deceived for in God alone I have believed.
Through His Blood we have peace, from The Lord that will not cease.
We’ve been spared from His wrath, this is not so on your chosen path.
Since you my friend evolved from sludge you don’t believe in a Judge.
But my friend, there is a God, and on your sludge His foot will trod.
You’re on earth you know not why, believing it’s all over when you die.
Keep scoffing at The Lord and in the end you, by Him, will be ignored.
You say only the weak need God, but you my friend will see His Rod.
His Rod and Staff comfort me but His Rod will cast you into Eternity.
You, who have evolved from the mire, will end up in the Lake of Fire.
I have been washed from all sin by placing all my hope square on Him,
And He prepared a place for me so I can be with Him through Eternity.
But for all the raging heathen who without God wouldn’t be breathing,
God has sound reasoning for sending them to Hell eternally seething.
(Copyright ©07/2004)
Poetry Is
poetry is what the soul wants
poetry is infinite sound that taunts
poetry is strength of ones spirit
poetry is the powerful truth within it
poetry is love and hate
poetry is what makes you stop wait and appreciate
poetry is something you should die for
poetry is what makes you dropp to the floor
poetry is put up randomly
poetry is, well, simply poetry
poem by Daniel Romero
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Greed and fear. I
You enter with greed;
You exit with fear.
You love with greed;
You fail with fear.
But
You are born with fear
And will die with greed.
Greed is the drive;
Fear is the break.
Drive ahead, minding the head.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Highly Evolved Being Would Not Shoot Back
A highly evolved being would give its life
if you wanted to kill this being with a gun or a knife.
A highly evolved being would not shoot back,
for it knows it's soul lasts and lasts.
So as you see
on a highly evolved planet people don't die from greed.
They don't die at all
in fact they all have a ball
Not like on Earth where we are infants still
not like a real infant who is real.
Real before the innocence was lost
lost to the planetary dream which life costs.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Howard Is A Nasty Beast
The Howard is a nasty beast
There's quite a few around
In England and Australia
There's two now to be found.
Their habitat is politics
And they're decidedly right wing
Some say that they’re just throw backs
Not evolved from anything.
They mix sport with religion
And have very dowdy wives
They preach wealth and greed and selfishness
And put the greater good aside.
One day i'm sure they'll die out
Though not soon enough for me
For the Howard's are resilient
And eat Socialists for tea.
poem by David Keig
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Highly Evolved Being
A highly evolved being
would not kill,
A highly evolved being,
would meditate and be still.
A highly evolved being
is “positively aware”
of everything including
birds in the air.
A highly evolved being
enjoys everything
and needs nothing.
They do not need see evil to be
“Postively Aware”.
For a highly evolved being
only shares,
and really cares
For all are ALL ONE,
from the same source,
For life becomes a meditation
and everything is a part of the whole,
everything works together
helping each other grow.
Grow and become the best
that they can be,
To be an effect on the future
and make it filled with merriness and glee.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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If Religion Is The Opium Of The People
for things beyond our explanations
for things beyond our repair
we resort to religion
for all the beauty amidst the ugliness
for all those that we can still justify
we resort to poetry
back to the essence of things
back to awe and wonder
back to the first birth of imagination
i, grab, the power of poetry
i will start with the finest grain of sand
and then your soft hand.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is Another Poetry
THERE IS ANOTHER POETRY
There is another Poetry-
A poetry of inspiration
A poetry of help
A poetry of encouragement
A poetry of courage and heart
A poetry of love of life
Which teaches greater love of life.
There is another poetry
A poetry I would write
But the poetry I largely live in
Is complaint and question and fear and doubt
And trouble and sadness-
Oh why can’t I give some greater goodness to others
Than I am myself in my soul?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Falling Snow
my life, is breaking down, i see your eyes, falling time, wait for the end, wait for the end, and never ever go away. oh a million, 2 million secrets lost now, what i said? never waste?, once more snowing, snowing, the lights. oh, i always trusted you, trust in you. it's there , a breaking mind, a soul all lost in hell, but they can make it up, and try to understand, what difference does it make, to know i'm full of hate. fear, religion, fear, religion, fear religion, fear fear religion. looking hands on your eyes, fear, there's plague outside, no one cares, no one cares, so close your eyes....
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Poetry
Poetry....
.... are words that create beauty
Poetry....
.... are words that are that are illusions of
the Imagination
Poetry....
.... is the art of saying nothing to saying everything Poetry....
.... is like a marriage that are bonded together
to produce bonded together hatred or love Poetry....
.....is a way of how a poet views the world
poem by Frank Pulver
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Why Can't I Simply Retire In Quiet?
WHY CAN’T I SIMPLY RETIRE IN QUIET
Why can’t I simply retire in quiet
At peace with what I have done?
What is this ‘greed’ in me
Which always needs to write more
Which always seeks a greater recognition?
Which always expects some future day
In which all will be made alright?
What is this greed in me
Which needs to go on and on
As if I were forever young in hope?
Why can’t I simply rest in peace in my own life
And quietly accept I have done what I have done
And now am free to enjoy my life
As best I can
Until the end?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Dont Write Poetry!
i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...
no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wasteland
Out into the wasteland
Out into the wasteland
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
Emissionary man amongst the heathen
Cant you see a modern primitive
I came back, Im gonna find,
Im gonna give religion
When there was, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Theres a man in need of resurrection
(no religion)
Cant you see a modern primitive
(no religion)
But Im a man I need my love and
Freedom (no religion)
When there was no freedom at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
In vr land
The future of fun
Tell me what to do
In vr law
Computer crime
Um, so sublime
A fantasy scene
In my machine
Give me secret of life
Let me know, yeah, what I am
And you know that I could get
Outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Ow, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion yeah
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Yeah, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion at all
No religion at all
No religion
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Don’t undermine fear.
One buys with greed
And sells with fear
In a Stock Market.
You march with greed
And retreat with fear.
Fear is the car’s brake.
You can dash ahead
Only when the brake is strong.
28.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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She Gives Me Religion
Down the mystic avenue I walk again
Remembering the days gone by
And Im knocking with my heart
And all the girls walk by
In all their summer fashions
And the churchbells chime
On a summer sunday afternoon
She gives me religion
She gives me religion
And the angel of imagination
Opened up my gate
She said come right in
I saw you knocking with your heart.
And the angel of imagination
She lit your fiery vision bright
Let your flame burn into the night
I saw you knocking with your heart
She gives me religion
She gives me religion
Its all right
And all the girls walk by
In all their summer fashions
And the churchbells chime
On a summer sunday afternoon
Its all right
She gives me religion
I said she gives me religion
And Im knocking and Im knocking with my heart
And Im knocking, knocking with my heart
And Im knocking with my heart
song performed by by Van Morrison
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How Can Poetry Heal The Sick?
HOW CAN POETRY HEAL THE SICK?
How can Poetry heal the sick?
When the sick can no longer speak
The Poetry within them?
How can Poetry heal
Those who can no longer hear it?
How can Poetry be anything
When the suffering person
Barely has a mind anymore?
God has given us Poetry
A Great Blessing -
But like all God has given us
At certain times
It simply is not good enough.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My reason's why poetry is never devilish,
My reasons why poetry is never devilish,
My reason is that poetry made me realise knowledge of Imagination,
It is from the pleasure that express Human emotions,
If Man is from God then poetry is from man,
A man is a Spiritual being,
Existing with Infinite Knowledge,
Poetry is not supporting felonies,
Either way the great Prophet's recognised poetry,
Poetry can take away Indifference,
Create a spiritual man into Beauty of the soul,
My reason is that felonies is worser than writing a poem,
Fornication and gossip is much distinguished from Angelic Realm,
I think that Poetry hast better explanation,
In a World that is very Shallow in Spiritual Knowledge.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Politics And Religion
My friend politics and religion, are two topics that cause division,
The two can create in our life, many arguments and much strife.
Dear friend everybody is political, affected by the governing will,
And friend religion plays a part, in each and every human heart.
The two create much consternation, in the peoples of the nation,
With fear of what life could be, affecting the lives of you and me.
They polarize the heart of men, in ways we cannot comprehend,
Creating many political forces, some of which, religion endorses,
These issues we’re told to avoid, by men who become annoyed,
But my friend, it can’t be denied, these issues fester deep inside.
To avoid them is perpetrated by, that old Devil, the Father of lies,
Satan wants you to be deceived, so in the end, He’ll be believed.
For in the end, it shall be politics, this is the one that Satan picks,
Supported by the man’s religion, causing the world much derision.
The beast and false prophet friend, will merge together in the end,
Creating a political religious order, that moves across every border.
In the end politics won’t be denied, with no place for hearts to hide,
The politics men avoided my friend, shall religiously bring their end.
As men will believe Satan’s lie, the False Prophet they won’t deny,
But they’ll deny Jesus Christ, receiving eternal death instead of life.
(Copyright ©06/2006)