The Modern Deity
I spoke a volume of countless prayers.
In times prior that I have slept.
I believed in peace, in God, in one.
But then I collapsed and wept.
The truth does stab like daggers.
Upon most tender flesh.
When I found the modern deity.
Was impotent, flawed, and dead.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Fatally Flawed
Ive become fatally flawed. Like the writing on the prison wall. Forever suppose to walk in failure chin up, and smiling. I feel like dying. I've become so fatally flawed. I feel like its just beneath the skin. An abomination. Please someone i need some intervention. Because I've become so fatally flawed. Every bodies going to the ball. But you just not invited. Like you got a contagious cancer. Its never an easy answer. But I've become flawed. In a depression that continuously spinning. Is this life really worth living. Just make it all go away. I want to feel everything's okay. Because Ive become fatally flawed. My souls dead but my body still moves. Ive become fatally flawed. I'm already dead to you.
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Birdsong
In your love,
I spoke child-like prayers
And felt protected.
On your heart softly
I slept in tender dreams
And collected your kisses
Like rose petals and wishes.
From your reassuring voice,
I heard birdsong
And was happy.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Quiet truth
truth stands quietly by
watching the fabricators of war
continually distort and lie
as their countless victims fight and die
truth cannot be destroyed
or forever abused
political power impotent
to her invincible intent
impassive, eternal
she knows where liars go
consciences afire, burning slow
truth outlasts them, blow after blow
like the shining sun
obscured by dark cloud
truth is still quietly there
though mortal liars be bold and loud
truth has a power all its own
i once read
mess with her
she'll strike you dead
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Woman In The Village
The woman in the village
Stood there on the gravel street
With a face pale and a gloom evading nothing.
Famished body and tensed mind
Are her two duals well knit for ever.
Her man is dead long before
And her kids are wretched and apart.
The lone woman of all seasons of the land!
She stood before the deity dark all over
With her folded hands shivering for want of strength.
The deity heeded none of her prayers for
It did not know even for once that it was a deity indeed!
The skies rained the big drops
And hers struggled to run down.
Down her feet
Earth shook and a hole caved in,
She fell not
For above her head were flying strong
Vultures dark which had begun to claim
Her famished flesh once more.
The clouds had now given in to thunders loud.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Laramidia
There is a great divide
Of the states both blue and red
The dinosaurs in days of old
Our books do say are dead.
In the land of Laramidia.
What's that you say
They're still alive this very day?
And still can't find their merry way?
In the land of Laramidia?
These Jurassic bores
And political whores
Blind to societies atrocities
Have so much fun in store.
So sad for us
Who gave our trust
In the land of Laramidia.
They see the world
Through archaic eyes
And court us with their absurd lies.
Their agendas are all truth-less
They play war games
With Innocent lives
Their minds and hearts are ruthless
In the land of Laramidia.
In our land we've found our way.
We have a moral compass
We feed our poor and fallen down
And our immigrants will not be found
On trains and buses homeward bound.
In the land of Laramidia.
We must awaken from the past
Its time to see the light at last
And a truth that's universal.
We won't accept in modern times
A supreme court flawed reversal.
In the land of Laramidia.
We vote against oppression
We see the plight
Of workers rights
And the tragedy of omission.
In the land of Laramidia
The sea of thought
That divides us from
The greater continent.
Will bring us back together
Once we solve our discontent.
In the land of Laramidia
This land bespeaks
Of dreams and peace
Its so hard to construe.
Looking at the voting map
Of states both red and blue.
In the land of Laramidia
We must evolve beyond the wedge
And meet the new millennium
Or like the dinosaurs of old
We'll pass into oblivion.
In the land of Laramidia.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Modern Dancing
Modern, modern, modern, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
I see you acting modernly with the boys and girls
Exposure breeds discovery in the modern world
The 60's hairdos 90's eyes are just flashing lights
A touch of neon hinting class for the modern night
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
Mono vision tv face and determined eyes
The clothes are perfect the rips in place just the perfect size
Familiarity breeds contempt but it doesn't show
We've heard the music times before but it still makes you go
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, dancing
....variations to fade....
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Vain Death
ALL the first night she might not weep
But watched till morning came,
And when she slept at dawn, she heard
The dead man call her name.
The second night she watched and wept
And called on death for grace,
And when she slept before the dawn
She saw the dead man’s face.
The third night through she laughed as one
That knows her way to bliss,
And in the instant ere she slept
She felt the dead man’s kiss.
She rose and faced the flickering fire
(And oh, but she was fair!),
Like a wild witch behind her danced
The shadow of her hair.
She took her penknife from its sheath,
The tender blade she kissed,
And by the firelight’s dying leap
She bared her little wrist.
And where the vein ran large and blue
She cut, once and again,
Yet ere she swooned from life, she knew
Her death had been in vain.
For while life thundered in her ears,
Ere yet her pulse might fail,
Far off across the kindless night
She heard the dead man’s wail,
And knew her doom was one with theirs
That kill the life God gave,
And that she might not leave this earth
Her soul alive to save,
But ay must dwell within that house
As in a living grave,
While he for whom she died might ne’er
Win to her in that place,
But must for ever make his moan
Ranging in agony alone
The trackless void of space
poem by Archibald Thomas Strong
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My Dear Friend
Tomorrow if I die
My dear friend.
Let this be
Known to you:
That tonight
I slept my last sleep
With a mind at rest
And a heart in love
With my thoughts
And prayers for you.
If there was a God,
My dear friend
For me it was you.
So I prayed to the
God in you.
I look up to you
With awe and reverence.
You tranquil my life
With peace and solace.
In this holy temple of
Our togetherness…
You are the deity of
My destiny.
I yield, I give in…
All what I have of me
As an offering of love
In humble submission
To the sacred touches
Of your tenderness.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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You Must Be Born Again
Lord Jesus spoke to righteous men,
He spoke to sinners, too...
Sometimes He spoke beyond their ken,
They wondered what to do...
Sometimes He spoke in parables
That children understood,
Sometimes He spoke with miracles
And most men thought Him good...
Lord Jesus spoke of holy rules
That very few obeyed,
Sometimes He spoke and called them fools,
Yet all of us have strayed...
Yet there were times when Jesus smiled,
At those who sought some proof,
As if each one could be God's child
Responding to God's truth...
He said we must be born again,
Good deeds themselves don't save...
God's Holy Spirit comes and then
Each knows what God forgave...
At Pentecost, revival came
And thousands were baptised!
For they believed in Jesus' Name,
Proclaiming Him as Christ!
The Church was born and now it lives
Its living sacrifice,
To preach God's Word, that He forgives
And grants us Paradise...
Eternity! Streets paved with gold!
Not if, dear friends, but when?
The greatest story ever told:
You must be born again!
(July 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Deity
You want a deity?
Come
Pickup a stone or wood log
Have some sindur
Have some flowers
Have some agarbati
Light wick
Deity formed.
Worship it.
Your deity is
Ready to give you
What you want.
Pray before the deity
With heart and soul.
The deity never
Try to and never
Done anything
That would put loss.
It is you to decide
How far you believe
On your deity
How far you have
Trust on Him.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Even Today The Incompetent Deny It
What will you say to those,
Who were unafraid.
The ones of faith and spoke the truth.
The ones you have betrayed.
What realities will form your words,
To be accepted and believed.
What will one who spoke of hatred,
Say to those who suffered from misdeeds.
Even today the incompetent deny it.
They gather to seek new committees...
To explain their failures.
Even today deceit is used.
To attempt more confusion.
And to abuse those accused...
Of seeing things too clearly!
What will you say to those,
Who were unafraid.
The ones of faith and spoke the truth.
The ones you have betrayed.
What will you say,
When that day arrives...
To find you,
The one despised.
What will you then say?
It is okay?
Like you have done...
To have things your way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Modern Age
Well I found a road and off I sped
I met a man with no little toe and a real big head
Though I did not speak somehow I said
Where are you from? He said the modern age
And where are you from? I said the modern age
On the shore by the sea that was still lathering
I met a man in the business of hunting and gathering
Somehow we understood each other's blathering
And he said where are you from? I said the modern age
And where are you from? He said the modern age
Stopped at a light in my car
I asked the next car how they are
They say that we are fine and how are you?
I say that I am fine and thank you
I'm feeling fine in the modern age
Driving around in the modern age
Driving around in the modern age
song performed by by Frank Black
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Long live the new flesh!
Where evil dwells
Northport, l.i.
Mutilation murder
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Knights of the black circle
Stabbed him in the woods
At the sound of crow-call (croak-all)
He said, "i love thee, satan" (satin)
Half burnt body found
Buried in a shallow grave
Stabbed him in the throat
Stab!
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport, long island
Mutilation moider
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Forsake your homosexuality
Half burnt body found
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport long island
Half burnt body found
Naked in a leather mask
Mutilation murder
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long!
song performed by by Fear Factory
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In the Alley of Truth
As I was standing by the hillside
A voice spoke to me
It said this world you have forgotten
Will finally be set free
And I prayed to a spirit
I wasn't completely sure of
But what if I wanted to fall
Instead of come up to find love
Oh, these lies
Killing me
Killing me
Shot dead
Darkness
Oh, it's you
In the alley of truth
I see the sparkle in your eye
You can't deny it
As I spoke to the river
And breathed life to you
You turned your head away
Away from the truth
The truth
The truth
Where can I find the truth?
Is it inside of me?
Where can I find the truth?
Is it here with me?
I can't say
Please don't let me go
I'm lost
Be my light
Be my guide
You are so
poem by Pete Rivera
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Dead Prayers
hearts trek
feet travel to the road
leading to unknown tombs
forgotten by the winding clocks
never remembered by the heart
and troubled souls
reach the unpainted walls
of a moss decorated crypt
and the dead souls
shouts dead prayers
only the dead can understand
what are halloween prayers anyway?
for uncaring bones
became stout by the earth
addicted by the rain of forgetfullness
and drugged by dreams gone wild
of wisdom lost
in a maze of unknown heavens
in a hell never found..
yet it is Halloween
so hearts still murmur
souls still recite
dead prayers for all
dead souls
encaged on dead tombs
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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As She Slept
I looked at her as she slept
So peaceful she was upon our bed
So happy she looked that I nearly wept
But then I found out that she was dead.
I fell upon my knees as I began to weep
As I said goodbye to her, in her forever sleep.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Impotent Men!
impotent men...
their hands on the reins,
choking on the flesh
of the poor and subjugated.
while birds of prey circle,
bodies strewn on the streets;
another martini, stocks rise and fall!
the pipeline pulses, liquid death,
the eyes of the children
gone to marbles in the dust.
the prophets of profit
tilt their hats and turn away,
leaving the stench of their greed
on unmarked shallow graves.
their god is dead, the world keeps turning,
while the weak and the fallen
kneel in unholy prayer!
impotent men, beating their chests!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... 'He Who is true
Truth untainted, so holy and so pure
holds the key that can open heavens door.
He's given us understanding to know
the truth that only Jesus Christ can show
The only Way, the Truth the Life is He
God's One and Only Son Who has the key.
True God and giver of eternal life
Who lived a life of Truth and sacrifice.
Truly God and Man in full Deity
God in a body of humanity.
Truth personified in our human flesh
Jesus Christ our Lord and Righteousness.
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