The metaphor is perhaps one of man's most fruitful potentialities. Its efficacy verges on magic, and it seems a tool for creation which God forgot inside one of His creatures when He made him.
quote by Jose Ortega y Gasset
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General Revelation
Upon the earth lives abound, with your eyes just look around,
There’re creatures of all kinds, a witness, to hearts and minds,
All kinds of different creatures, all made with varying features,
Many living alongside of man, all part of God’s awesome plan.
Animals for the land, sea and sky, created by the Lord on high,
Made in every stripe and color, filling His Creation with wonder,
Birds created with wings to fly, high above this earth in the sky,
With other creatures made to be, swimmers deep within the sea.
On the earth where man does trod, land creatures made by God,
That together with man freely roam, on the earth many call home.
All a testimony of God’s Creation, to every man, of every nation,
A witness pointing to the Creator, who is for man his only Savior.
But, there’s much indifference to, The Lord loved by me and you,
With many denying Creation’s Truth, even in light of all this proof,
Yet God’s Creation of many kinds, dumbfounds scientific minds,
Who embrace the futile thought, evolution is how all was wrought.
What men see in God’s Creation, is for us His General Revelation,
But, a Creator, many won’t conceive, for Creation they disbelieve,
Still, they all remain without excuse, when eternally they shall lose,
Rejecting Creation’s awesome proof, they will face God’s reproof.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Whim ambiguity; a poem for Ntsiki
On this concrete bench that I am sitting in
I am witnessing the displacement of emotions
Once again.
Self efficacy and all efficacies
Fuelling pledge that is life bounding
And I am putting my neck on the block
For one's survival and all survival
Maybe this time it will have fruits
For one's survival and all survival
It's not down the memory lane
It's up the there, in the memory roads
self efficacy and all efficacy.
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Creatures Of Love
A woman made a man
A man he made a house
And when they lay together
Little creatures all come out
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its alright
It makes those little creatures come to life
I can laugh or I can turn away
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its okay
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures, creatures of love
Its okay to be afraid
When the blue sparks hit your brain
We can love one another
Ive been told that its okay
Doctor, doctor, tell me what I am
Am I one of those human beings
Well I can laugh or I can learn to think
So help me now to find out what I feel
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
Weve been here forever, before you were born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
A man can drive his car
And a woman can be a boss
Im a monkey and a flower
Im everything at once
Well, a woman and a man can be together
If they decide to theyll make little creatures
Watch em now!
Little creature of love
With two arms and two legs
From a moment of passion
Now they cover the bed
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
song performed by by Talking Heads
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This Must Be Magic
Abracadabra
I held an iron fist in a velvet glove
I was silk sheathed in steel
Id disguise every nerve inside of me
Man, Id forgotten how to feel.
You made me feel so much stronger
This must be magic
You made me feel someone with your love
This must be magic (yes you remade me)
This must be love (yes you persuaded me)
This must be magic (you wont betray me)
This must be love
I was the hawk not the dove gave up on love
Chasing rainbows, chasing wealth
One angry young man in my own vietnam
At war with the world but just killing myself
You made me feel so much stronger
This must be magic
You made me feel someone with your love
This must be magic (yes you impressed me)
This must be love (you must have blessed me)
This must be magic (when you carress me)
This must be love
You made me feel so much stronger
This must be magic
You made me feel someone with your love
This must be magic (you resurrect me)
This must be love (swore youd protect me)
This must be magic (say youll respect me)
This must be love
This must be, must be, must be love.
song performed by by Abc
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Art is magic... But how is it magic? In its metaphysical development? Or does some final transformation culminate in a magic reality? In truth, the latter is impossible without the former. If creation is not magic, the outcome cannot be magic.
quote by Hans Hofmann
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Mankind will never win lasting peace so long as men use their full resources only in tasks of war. While we are yet at peace, let us mobilize the potentialities, particularly the moral and spiritual potentialities, which we usually reserve for war.
quote by John Foster Dulles
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Is letting go a metaphor?
what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)
losing represents letting go of control
I need to understand this 'letting go'
is it a metaphor for facing the inevitable?
breathing as a metaphor for living
'the practice of pruning wine vines'
is that a metaphor for letting go?
surrender. reaching towards the future
if you'll excuse another bad metaphor...
'the last of the sand is pouring...'
onion metaphors are stripped down to the core
letting go is a metaphor for acceptance
is acceptance a metaphor for failure?
'The freedom of letting go'
that does sound grand
letting go is not for the faint-hearted
my hands and heart are tired from letting go
so many times over
examine why metaphor is not
a substitute for the literal
letting go is
a metaphor
for goodbye
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poem by Terri Turrell
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A Kind Of Magic
Words and music by roger taylor
Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
A kind of magic
One dream one soul one prize one goal
One golden glance of what should be
Its a kind of magic
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity
Is this a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done
This flame that burns inside of me
Im here in secret harmonies
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
The rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be will soon be
Will soon be done
This is a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done-done
Magic - its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
Magic magic magic magic
Ha ha ha its magic
Its a kind of magic
song performed by by Queen
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Dark Creatures
I'm calling to you
The creatures of the deep.
The creatures of the dark.
A creation of an ark.
Riding out the storm.
With only you as company.
The powerless feeling.
Watching all my friends and family drown.
Am I'm not able to save them.
One by one they disappear into the expansive blue ocean.
The doctor tells me it was only a dream.
But I know a nightmare when I have one.
Screaming out in the middle of the night.
Where is the shining light.
The heavenly delight.
Isn't that the way I'm suppose to feel?
I'm calling to you
The creatures of the deep.
The creatures of the dark.
A creation of an ark.
Riding out the storm.
With only you as company.
I give you my hand only to slip away.
Continuously falling.
The bottomless pit.
I was dragged in it.
All these corpses souls are looking at me.
Whispering of my guilt.
Screaming out in the middle of the night.
Where is the shining light.
The heavenly delight.
Isn't that the way I'm suppose to feel?
I'm calling to you
The creatures of the deep.
The creatures of the dark.
A creation of an ark.
Riding out the storm.
With only you as company.
Blood starts dripping out of my nose.
And I don't know how it it happen.
For I just woke from this horrible dream.
A splash of cold water to wipe my face clean.
But I still don't feel as if I'm really here.
An outer body experience.
An astral projection of my reflection.
Looking at the second one of you.
Is that really me?
Screaming out in the middle of the night.
Where is the shining light.
The heavenly delight.
Isn't that the way I'm suppose to feel?
I'm calling to you
The creatures of the deep.
The creatures of the dark.
A creation of an ark.
Riding out the storm.
With only you as company.
Screaming out in the middle of the night.
Where is the shining light.
The heavenly delight.
Isn't that the way I'm suppose to feel?
I'm calling to you
The creatures of the deep.
The creatures of the dark.
A creation of an ark.
Riding out the storm.
With only you as company.
With only you as company.
Only you as company.
My dark little creatures.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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And Magic Continues
my dear friend
roared like a lion ‘let me die’
I asked ’why’
for there is no more love in the relations I am ruined
I said ‘you are blessed’
She fired back ‘I am still in love now see me’
I said ‘please save the love for you have never seen the magic still’
I said ‘come with me’
And she came
I said‘look up’
she did
I asked ‘What did you see’
She said ‘nothing’
I said good
that is nothingness
Now you can stop and start
For few days she forgot the idea of death
And was in the process of deathlessness
She with her idiotic mind went back to see what did she miss
She looked up and forgot to look down
She saw magic in the sky
Pure love was there, magic was there
I saw her now she is prepared
She sees love blooming bigger everywhere
And the magic continuos…
poem by Lovita J R Morang
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It’s your notion.
Belief in efficacy of a thing
Will not promote or demote
Its efficacy in any manner.
Faith in capacity of a person
Will not increase or decrease
His capacity in any manner.
It is your notion, that’s all.
22.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Night Watch
Written by bob welch.
Go on, you know youre only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
And tell me everything
Take the desert from my soul
And lift me up from down below
Let me take some pride in your creation
Cause I have lived alone in castles that were lonely
And I have cursed the dawn and wondered why I do
Well I have wondered why I live
Now I know you must forgive
Let me stand inside your magic shadow
The night is coming faster
And youre feeling all unchained
In the north there is a jungle
Where rockets are aflame
And I hope that in the desert
There are ships and there is noise
And above the greatest city
There will shine a magic shadow
And a voice
Its taking long but Im getting strong as I grow old
Please believe me let the magic reach me and I will unfold
Ill step aboard with you onday
And see my dust just melt away
And then Ill step inside your magic shadow
Dreamers...
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhh
Magic shadows
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhhh
Have you seen, have you seen
Have you seen, have you seen
Have you seen, have you seen
Have you seen, have you seen magic shadows
Have you seen, have you seen magic shadows
Have you seen, have you seen magic shadows
Have you seen, have you seen magic shadows...
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhhh
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhhh
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhhh
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhhh
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhhh
Ooooh...ooooooh...ooooooohhhhhhhh...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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For I Am A Metaphor
'For i am a Metaphor
For i am free as a bird
wiser than wise itself
brighter than a sun gama ray
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i love like the word
think like einstein
dream like Martin
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
For i smell like success
Achieve like achievers
and soar like number 23
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i deliver like mailmen
determine like focus
and prosper like underdogs
FOR I......AM.....A METAPHOR'
By: Kottrell Johnson
poem by Kottrell Johnson
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Epidemic diseases usually elicit a call to ban the entry of foreigners, immigrants. And xenophobic propaganda has always depicted immigrants as bearers of disease… Such is the extraordinary potency and efficacy of the plague metaphor: it allows a disease to be regarded both as something incurred by vulnerable "others" and as (potentially) everyone's disease.
quote by Susan Sontag
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I Know That Its Magic
Im amazed at things you, you do it all with ease
I smile while everything you do, drives me to my knees
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
Many times I see ahead, Ill have to make a stand
Maybe I can call on you, I know youd understand
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Strange Magic
Youre sailing softly through the sun
In a broken stone age dawn.
You fly so high.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Youre walking meadows in my mind,
Making waves across my time,
Oh no, oh no.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Oh, Im never gonna be the same again,
Now Ive seen the way its got to end,
Sweet dream, sweet dream.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Its magic, its magic, its magic.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic,
You know I got a strange magic,
Yeah, I got a strange magic,
Oo-o-o-oo, strange magic. (fade)
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Creation’s Witness
Gazing at the sun each day, and the stars in the twilight way,
Followed by the moon each night, giving off its lesser light,
Every one suspended in place, by God’s Power and Grace,
Fixed by God, up in the sky, as God’s witness to every eye.
All this was only a small part, of God’s Creation at the start,
He parted waters by command, creating both seas and land,
Above the land He called sky, filling it with creatures that fly,
And in the seas you will find, fish and creatures of that kind.
With vegetation, the land’s filled, just as The Lord had willed.
The land He put creatures too, far different than me and you,
For the pinnacle of God’s plan, is when He had created man,
And created in the image of, The Creator, who reigns above.
All this is God’s created proof, and reason He alone is Truth,
The Creation that man denies, believing that he alone is wise,
But, this is part of Satan’s plan, to deceive the heart of man,
Having man dismiss the Creator, he’ll then not seek a Savior.
But all will be without excuse, when by God asked to choose,
In regards to their salvation, offered by The God of Creation,
For even the creation moans, waiting for God and God alone,
From the curse to be freed, as He comes with His redeemed.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
God's Creation
God’s tiny creatures are everywhere, on all the lands and in the air.
Everywhere you look there’s proof, of God’s Creation and His Truth.
Various creatures in a wide array, are on this earth and on display.
Placed by God for all men to see, while pointing hearts to eternity.
They are placed by God’s hand, as evidence to help all understand,
That all of creation is of The Lord, and it is a truth, not to be ignored.
As all will stand before The Creator, but do all accept Him as Savior?
The Truth alone will judge all men, as all theories will be condemned.
Men may deny all of God’s Truth, but they will stand without excuse.
For God says through revelation, Truth is stamped on His Creation.
Learned men can not comprehend, real truth, not devised by them.
And God’s Truth stands on its own, and it exists through God alone.
All God’s Truth and eternal design, goes far above the learned mind.
It’s only simple faith that you need, to look at creation and to believe,
That The Eternal God created it all, for man all alone is awfully small.
And the man’s mind is smaller still, that continues to reject God’s will.
God’s existence does not need man, but we were put into God’s plan.
God will continue on, they will see; continue on through all of Eternity.
It’s those who reject God’s Creation, who can’t embrace His Salvation.
But they will understand and will see, that He’s The God of all Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2005)
The Poem Is A Metaphor
THE POEM IS A METAPHOR
The Poem is a Metaphor
It means ‘the world’
It means ‘all that there is’
It means ‘the soul’
It means ‘our deepest feeling’.
The Poem is a Metaphor
It is more than what it just appears to be
It takes on a life of its own
It says more than it can define itself as
The Poem is a Metaphor
And it itself does not understand
Where it began and how it will end
And whether or not
It should always be rewritten.
The Poem is a Metaphor
And we too are metaphors
That will vanish one day
When all the real Poems
Pretend to still be here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Invisible Tool
I love my invisible tool,
It shapeshifts into many forms and its damn cool,
It follows me everywhere i go,
if anyone asks a trade for it, i'll say 'no, '
I am lucky i used it in the graduation mass,
And hell yes, it saved my ass.
My invisible tool is so damn invisible,
it is no doubt the most invincible!
I believe everyone has their own invisible tool,
and each of us can only feel our own tool,
As for me, my invisible tool is my cour,
I am so happy i wanted to buy a whore!
poem by Greggi Leano
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