Godlessness in the Last Days -Reality
Famine, war, and destruction
Lack of faith and absent hope
These are the realizations
Where this world now sadly gropes.
For these were truths foretold
And these are written in the Bible
Writing about them unfolds
An awakening amongst all peoples.
For the earth is not a Utopia
A vague fairy tale of dreams
It is wallowing in a hysteria
Of sheer devastating extremes.
To write about these is tranparency
Being true to the call of the pen
Godlessness in last days, a reality
An Ezekiel call for all men!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Fairy Tale High
On a fairy tale high
Don't you believe that your dreams all come true
The fairy tale world inside can bring it to you
You just have to wish, and you'll take off and fly
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high
Just look around you, the dark clouds are far
Stand on your tiptoes, and reach for a star
As stardust comes sprinkling, it will brighten your eyes
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
song performed by by Donna Summer
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What is Hope?
Never was a larger word
than Hope;
all dreams reside there;
In the Future,
resides our desires laid bare;
our Now wants to go there
our Past wants to be washed away
or celebrate there-
inside Hope's Cathedral.
Hope is the Promised Land.
both Means
and Destination.
But, what good does Hope do
if it goes away
after
what we hope for comes true?
Is there not another dream then
that Hope must then fulfill?
But, here we ask
what then is Hope itself?
Is it my Expectation Confident
that what I want
will come true?
Is it merely that Leap of Faith
that all that currently ails
will dissipate
in my hoped-for future state?
If all is risked on this single word
then we must know exactly
what it is;
for me
what is Hope's meaning for me?
Well the Expectation idea
that Hope is the confidence that
want I want will come true
is too much for me.
I don't have that kind of confidence
do you?
Nothing for me is ever for sure
not even Hope
itself
because, as we all know, Hope can
give way to Black Despair where
by definition Hope has gone
and fled.
Since no one can read our future states
we bob and weave between
hoping for hope
but fearing despair.
I rather like the Leap of Faith Idea
where we all make
the assumption that actions now,
will in future state,
pay off
and Hope will fulfill the expectations
we have placed there.
But note,
it is all too true that Hope
then is fully based
on Leaps of Faith
and then we ask
faith in what?
If all of Human-Kinds Hopes
distill from Human-Kinds Dreams
then upon what faith did cavemen
dream of a better world?
Upon a pagan God,
restless shadows on the cave wall,
incantations said and made?
But the pointed point here is
that our ancestors did have
blind faith in something which
caused them to feel that dreams
they dreamed
had some Hope of becoming Real
and that Hope
had to involve for them an enormous leap
beyond what they could see
in their lives then.
So Leaping then is what we do
even where there is no evidence
in reality that our dreams
however fervently held
will ever actually come true.
So Hope we see
is bound up with
Mystery
and Leapings
into Voids
with nothing more
than the belief
that in dreaming
it
we can make it come true-
be brought into reality.
Rather like writing a poem.
Humm, the moral here:
Nothing can be done
unless one
has the dream
and Hope
to make it so
and by hoping bring it
into reality.
This seems to be
the true History
of Human-Kind
at its best
and
at its
worse.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Write
About this world with end
I write
Where I was brought upon,
Amidst this rot
Where hands are laid on the Bible
But the Bible is never opened,
Where doctrines are preached
But never practiced,
Where kleptomaniacs
And lootersand thieves
Control politics.
.
About this hell on earth
Men call life,
I write.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Voyeur Of Utter Destruction
Turn and turn again
Turn and turn again
I shake
And stare the sun
Till my eyes burn
I shake
At the mothers
Brutal vermin
I shake
And stare
At the watery moon
With the same desire
As the sober philistine
And i shake
Turn and turn again
Turn and turn again
Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again
The screw
Is a tightening atrocity
I shake
For the reeking flesh
Is as romantic as hell
The need
To have seen it all
The voyeurof utter destruction
As beauty
And i shake
Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again
I shake
Turn and turn again
I shake
I shake
I shake
Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day
Call it a day
Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
song performed by by David Bowie
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Curtain call
Curtain call
~
A show as long as a life
Written in the script of the unknown
The mysterious bard has foretold
The final curtain call
~
The closing act is well underway
The last scene about to begin
Soon the lights shall dim to blackness
And the curtains shall fall to close
The lead bystander is all but done
A role written to an end
~
This has been no great story
A simple forgetful tale if told true
The mild tragedy of a few events
Within the comedy of it all
The final performance, a swansong
Then all shall be done
~
Once it is over and the curtain falls
The audience shall rise to leave
With a clatter of chairs ringing out
A dull applause
poem by Matthew Holloway
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What is faith and belief? .....
Although, we say that a man with faith
can win the world without trouble
But faith is believing something is not seen
We do exercise believe in faith everyday
But believing in reality is more truth than faith
We cannot see most things that we have faith
even they are existing like a faith in God.
When we become lack of belief in ourselves
then we become nothing but weakening in our soul
Most of the people dream to have something
and they want them to come true within their faith
They don't want to achieve them through belief in reality.
Some think faith and belief are part of evolution
It is true that success in life need to have both faith and belief
but belief is the way of searching for the truth or reality
Faith is known as trust on something but absence of proof
But belief is built with knowledge and a reality is proofed.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2008 Ravi Sathasivam
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Everyone
Some see life as a fairy tale,
a place where everything will come true,
Many see life as a reflection of themself,
Looking in the mirror to find every answer,
But for those who see life that way will soon get a wake up call,
Life is not a fairytale,
were everything comes true,
and life will NEVER be a mirror of you,
beacuse not everything is about you,
For those who see life as a refection or a fairy tale,
need to step away from the mirror,
put down the book, take a step back,
and take a look at reality! ! !
You can stand in the mirror your whole life,
BUT no matter what the damage will always be right behind you,
So take a step back and look at the damage that will
ALWAYS be right there witing! ! !
poem by C.A.'Vionne Robinson
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A Little Hope
They say that time is a great healer
But is that really true?
Does having faith in others
Mean they have faith in you?
Does hope and faith get misunderstood for each other?
To have more faith will we win?
To have more hope will we believe?
The truth to that is down to us,
If we believe in the thing's we know and trust
Then we will believe in them,
We have to have faith in ourselves to truly believe what is real,
We may find that the bible is our protector and believe that is true,
Only we can stand tall and all unite as one,
No one said there was no god!
But truly do we believe there is?
Do we know if god really cares?
Who knows that is where our faith to believe comes in,
We have the faith to believe he is and the hope he may help,
Do not give up on your faith and believes,
Faith leads to trust,
And without it we would be lonely,
poem by David Wheeldon
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Imaginary Life
She would swim with the dolphins ,
In the sea,
In her dreams there is nothing she can't do or be,
She only wants to escape reality,
And for awhile she soars free,
Imaginary life,
sometime helps her escape,
The real world that surrounds her.
With her unknown fate,
She would soar the sky,
a butterfly,
A fairy tale princess,
who is saved,
By a knight in shining armor,
Making a cold lonely night seem warmer.
Than the morning comes,
and her dreams fade.
Reality awakens her in the sunrise,
Stealing her away from her imaginary life.
When she was a child,
Fairy tales had a happy ending,
And for awhile,
It was fun pretending,
But she learns to well,
Life is no fairy tale,
Sometime a princss never becomes a queen.
Only if she closes her eyes,
She can live her dream,
in a imaginary life,
Taking her away from reality,
She would swim with the dolphins in the sea.
poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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Fary Tale Ending
It started out like a fairy tale
You were my prince
And I was your princess
That’s exactly how you treated me
Everything was perfect
Until now
What about the fairy tale ending?
Where you become my King
And I would be your Queen
Now my fairy tale is gone
No more dreams
Or hopes
Because you’re gone
So, what about my fairy tale ending you ask?
It’s gone
The day we weren’t “us” anymore
So let me tell you this
I don’t believe in fairy tales anymore
poem by Stephanie Sanchez
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No Call U
Girl, I'm goin' crazy, I'm lonely and I need your kiss
My body wants 2 call U but my ego says I got 2 resist
Come and stop it if U want 2 but I ain't playin' second 2 none
U got 2 put your arms around me and tell me I'm the only 1
No call U, U call me (Ooh wee)
If love is true, I will see
Come on, mama
No call U, U call me
If love is true, I will see
No call U, U call me
If love is true, I will see
No call U, U call me
If love is true, I... I... I will see
Yeah! (No call U)
No call U, U call me
If love is true, I will see
No call U, U call me
If love is true, I...
Alright
Yeah
No call U, U call me
Mama, I know U want 2
But I won't call U, U will have 2 call me
Ooh wee, yeah
U... U call me
I called U in the summer
Whenever I'd call your ass up on the phone (No call U, U call me)
Yeah
Yeah, ooh
song performed by by Prince
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Days of Elijah - Paul Wilbur
These are the days of Elijah,
Declaring the word of the Lord,
And these are the days of Your servant, Moses,
Righteousness being restored.
And though these are days of great trial,
Of famine and darkness and sword.
Still we are the voice in the desert, crying,
'Prepare ye the Way of the Lord! '
(Chorus)
Behold He comes,
Riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun,
At the trumpet call.
Lift your voice,
It's the year of Jubilee,
And out of Zion's hill,
Salvation comes.
And these are the days Ezekiel,
The dry bones becoming as flesh,
And these are the days of Your servant, David,
Rebuilding a temple of praise.
And these are the days of the harvest,
The fields are white in the world.
And we are Your laborers in Your vineyard,
Declaring the Word of the Lord!
(Chorus) x 3
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
To come, to come, to come!
Who was, and who is, and who is to come!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Altruism
The voice of hope to the call of nature,
Come closer to me and feel my love;
Oh mankind! Arise to a call.
Love one another to make the world go round,
Hope is the ingridient of faith;
The voice of hope,
The strength of faith,
Love crowns all things.
Altruism, altruism! Arise to the call of hope;
The altruism of love which does unite us all,
All in one love with the message of hope;
From the North to the South and then,
To the East and the West;
Love one another without fear.
Our memories will grow with sensitivity and insight,
Live clean and be yourself;
For, loving yourself first means the love of all mankind!
Here we are today,
Love is the power supreme;
True nobility is revealed in selfless unobtrosive service,
Love one another to crown the day.
To the voiceless and the disadvantage,
Do your best to bring smiles on their faces too;
Cos', there is no vision except by faith.
Altruism, altruism, altruism! !
There is no faith except by hope;
So is the voice of hope to the love of one another.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stories and dreams
Stories and dreams
~
Still writing stories and dreams
Into poetry the essence of life
Waiting to become written
Into a real memory
If every poem tells a tale
It becomes a step away from reality
A hope held, the fantasy
And all of it is beautiful
Even in the deepest tragedy
Sewn through verse to be spoken
In words carefully chose
Picked like flowers gently
Into the vase upon the page
Replacing dying laments
Picked so long ago
That even dreams forget
And so it goes on without end
Writing into the night
Stories and dreams all waiting
To become a real memory
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Fugue 2 / Song Of Daedalus
Call me cool as january
I walk like the breeze
And wear the world like filigree
Call me too large for life
Thats only sticks and stones
Im standing so tall
It seems that Ive grown
Call me irresponsible
Your rules of the game
Are only clouds to float above
Call me, lets do lunch
When I get time for girls
Im working on things
To astonish the world
Call me weird and laugh at me
I tell you its true
Ive found a cure for gravity
Call me mad as march
High as in hogmanay
Just watch me and weep
Im out of this maze
See the wings made of feathers, of wax and of thread
See me soar high above all the quick and the dead
Call me now
Call me stars and moon and plough
Call me lord, call me sire
Call me earth and wind and fire
Call me judge, call me shah
Call me king, call me tsar
Call me god
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Beautiiful Fairy Tale Dream..
Day after day
I think more about how
my life is more like a fairy tale
I believe that dreams do cum true
but you have to make them cum true yourself...
You can't just lay around and think
Prince Charming is going to just fall
in you lap....
In my fairy tale Prince Charming did
fall in my lap...
I've found my perfect Prince Charming and
he does everything right
he makes my dreams cum to life with ever kiss
I lay in bed at night and just think
about how lucky I am to have found
a Prince like him..
People may think his to good for me
but he believes I'm the perfect girl for him..
But the more I want my fairy tale to keep going the more
I think I try to hard and by
me trying so hard its going
its going to end my Beautiiful Fairy Tale Dream..
poem by Miizz. Beautiiful
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The day of my destruction
Shall the day
that my destruction comes
and I perish without income,
be the day
of my new beginning?
Shall what was clear to me in dreams
become my reality
and become the day of my beckoning,
and turn into the day of my reaping?
Shall the day of my destruction,
be the day of my awakening,
when I get new wings
and rise up from the ashes
around me?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dreams.........
Hope is what we hold on to,
When we have no path to go;
Wish is what we yearn for,
When nothing seems to call for;
Dreams are what we live on,
When the world is just going on;
Dreams are the hope of our wishes
Reality is when it flourishes.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Missed Phone Call
Dial his number,
He's up so he'll be sure to answer.
Put the phone to my ear shhh! ! ! ! It's ringing.
I looked at the phone screen and I see call waiting.
It's ringing yet I got no answer.
In my mind I'm wondering why,
You call it jealousy. I call it principle.
So mad I just want to sleep,
But I rang again for old time sake.
Maybe I shouldn't call him for some days.
I don't want to set by example,
Not even teach him a lesson.
I'm so mad to the point I don't want to do anything.
A million and one reasons,
Justifying his actions.
I think of a worse case scenario.
It is getting be all hot and bothered.
I know I have hot temper,
Hotter than the hottest pepper.
My jealousy is the key element for us not being together.
Right now I don't care because I'm enraged with anger.
He might get so mad with me,
For his tolerance level is low due to my 'outrageous' jealousy,
He might be pushed so far,
He might find another.
Who knows she might probably be better.
I'm vex......All I want to know is when I called why didn't you answer.
I need a valid explanation,
Convincing enough I'll forgive him.
I can't help but watch what others have,
And want what they got.
To be contented is a hell of a thing.
Everything takes time.....
And mine is long overdue,
Patiently waiting for my fairy tale to come true.
He's my Prince Charming (answer my call) come to my rescue
(~Please Note~This was written during my mad state of mind)
poem by Anita Khelawan
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The faith of a non believer, left by the believer
The non-believer
has no faith
doesn't even wish for a hope
second chances they don't believe in
dreams come true in fairy tales
The faith they need
they have it while in need
When hard times come by
The non believer became a believer
praying for a hope
Holding on to a rope
Million chances they believe in
What about the believer?
The believer
Big faith they have
There is a hope they keep saying
second chances will have
dreams 'can' come true
Praying they can't stop
even while not in need
Hard times come by
Faith they lose
Hope can't even hold on to a rope
Grief covers them
Where is the faith,
The faith of a believer
could it be taken by the non believer? !
poem by michelle al G
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