Religion.... (Condom)
religion is like a condom,
never allowing the heart
of man to touch the actual
presence of god...
never allowing the seed
of man's inmost desires
to germinate, and conceive!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In fact, allowing immigrants to have licenses actually improves homeland security by allowing our government to track who is in our borders.
There's a glorious sense of freedom in comedy, just allowing myself to tell jokes, allowing myself to interrupt myself and tell old African folk stories that I made up - or didn't - and Jamaican stories.
quote by Neil Gaiman
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An Argument
IT is like our guns.
We do not need it
to kill,
killing is not at all times
illegal,
self-defense for instance
our way of defending ourselves
from the assassins
the hired killers and the
mercenaries of
modern times,
the law on divorce for
instance
who likes a divorce?
you do not marry only
to think that
you have to be separated
from the one you love
someday
but there comes a time
when you need it
and you cannot use it
because it
is not there
and you will regret
not allowing it in the system
just like a condom
who likes a condom?
it is a wall between us
our flesh not touching
each other
but there are times
when you need it
because there is that need
and you have to be safe
who needs guns, condoms,
divorce?
it a matter of choice
so bring them in,
let the man in his wisdom
choose
let him be responsible
there is nothing human more
than us
who can deny
the options available in this world
it is fair
make all these available
so when you need them
you can avail of
them
let the options be myriad
for in all these activities of choices
or choosing
we become more
human
and even more divine
in what we really want to become....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My heart yearns for freedom
Free my heart from the chains of my unfulfilled life
My life of living with no zeal for life
My life of living with a dead soul and a distorted mind
My life of breathing with no air to my lungs
Living life with no purpose is like living no life
Going with the flow of life with your heart resisting
Is like plunging in a burning fire with your eyes opened
I’m crying out loud to you the energies of the universe
With the hope that you’ll notice the sound I make
And that you will comprehend the motive behind my cry
I urge to be freed from the unhappiness that prevails within
My heart yearns to be freed from the suppression of its strength
From being denied its power of self-expression and actualisation
My soul cries for freedom to project its actual image to the outside
It demands that the chains be destroyed to allow it the well deserved freedom
Feed my hungry heart with its energy and its food for the soul
Invite life to my heart by granting it an opportunity to be itself
Activate my heart by releasing it from its chains of freedom
These chains comprise my insecurities and my fears
Untying the chains will loosen up these negative forces
Destroying these chains will destroy these enemies of my success
And will give me freedom that I desperately long for
Freedom to my heart is freedom to my being
Allowing my heart some freedom is giving life to my soul
Allowing my heart some freedom is granting me my true life
Give my heart its freedom and breathe air into my lungs.
poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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Walk'n Dead Man
Waken up in the deeps of his despairs
Allowing them to convince him that nobody cares
Lowing himself to their final expectations
Keeping up with all of their complications
'
Not knowing of the weakness to that of what he's done
Decking out that what is to come
Eating the dead that surround his soul
Allowing their screams to fill his bowl
Designing a place that only he can up hold
Mainly a place that is depth and cold
Alone in the dark and is put to shame
Never crying out cause of all the pain
poem by Marie Kroldart
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Here Is Your Copy
Thank you.
Now that you are pleased,
You have left me completely crazed.
There is still nothing we have in common.
Perhaps a desire to strangle one another.
But even that act,
Would not satisfy my craving...
To see you dragged under a truck!
Thank you.
For allowing me to get myself this upset.
For allowing myself to get this deep in debt.
To have you say to me...
'Without you in my life,
I would have never known regret! '
Thank you for that show of support.
But being locked in a cell,
Will not happen yet!
So take that smile off your face.
I may be crazed...
For listening to you,
Demoralize me like you do.
But nothing left that still remains in my name...
Will you touch nor will you get!
Or make attempts to claim.
Every unfaithful step you have taken...
Your lawyer and mine each have a filmed set!
And there will be no need,
For you to see me in court...
In a distressing sweat.
That just will not happen!
So that imagined joyfulness...
Seeing me suffering in ruin,
You can remove from you mind...
And forget!
'Oh...
Before I leave!
Here is your copy.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down Below
When you're stuck down below,
And no one will let you grow,
What seeds are you going to sow?
And who will you try to know?
It's up to you now,
Who will you allow,
To step into your heart?
Close your eyes and don't you cry, I won't lie,
Can't you feel the fire,
Burning in your heart,
See the light so bright,
Feel the heat set your heart alight,
No one can blow that candle out!
You will never be alone,
While you sit on your throne,
Darkness brings a chance for you to shine,
Your heart gives peace to a shouting mind,
Stillness brings a chance for you to sing,
The gentle melody of your mind,
Allowing us all to re-align,
Away from the daily grind,
Take a deep breath and let go,
Float free in Spirit's river,
Remember, you have a message to deliver!
Cosmic winds gonna blow,
Allowing you to know, which seeds to sow!
So when you are down below,
Just allow your seeds to grow!
4 August 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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In court today
In court today!
Today I go to court to see
How justice defies reality
How Me and the Law exploit women so
Especially if their Mothers, wife's and daughters
Oh what a mess our society has become
We disregard the rights of everyone
The mighty dollar is our God
And all of us are put at odds
With holiday's to spend and own
With families shattered to the bone
With the rich dictating what is right
With so many believing that it's a blight
Oh why don't we all once take a stand
And ask for a world that's more human
Because we are all left to rely
On trusting each other the rest of our lives
Is it really so hard to understand
that we are much more than a sexual gland
With every one allowing moral to be floored
Because of some music saying it is adored
I really can't see why we let our art
tear out our beliefs in being humane from the start
Freedom of speech is a beautiful thing
But so are our right to to abort violent scenes
So down with the things that inhibit our growth
and maturation as a being with hope
And let us all bring back the laws of the land
That protect and preserve our rights to be human
No more allowing the guilty to simply walk free
No more allowing the innocent to be treated dirty
No more being a place where the criminal abides
No more allowing the wicked to wreck all of our lives
So as I sit down in the court house today
I extend this prayer in almost every way
To all of those who believe that we can be
A place where morality is our reality!
Talile Ali 11/28/12
poem by Talile Ali
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Murder By Association
The majority of Americans abhor conflict, especially war
Some carry placards and parade in protest
Some join militia groups
Most do nothing
Yet, everyone supports war
How?
By electing corrupt and hawkish politicians
By paying taxes that support military expansion
By accepting and believing corporate media propaganda
By buying and eating genetically modified and fast food
By sending our children to schools that are nothing more than public daycare
By allowing banks to plunder retirement savings and steal homes by foreclosure
By allowing Wall Street skullduggery, with no accountability or arrests
By allowing the invasion and occupation of Sovereign Nations
By being ambivalent and complacent to the destruction of a once great Nation
Yes we are all guilty of murder by association;
Murder of Planet Earth
Murder of each other
Murder of our children
Worst of all…Murder of our soul
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Morning Muse
I lay awake
allowing time to pass
my muse sleeps
laid in my arms
fully beautiful
I am blessed
I close my eyes
take stock of thoughts
a day dream
becomes nothing new
I place a kiss
gently
upon my muses head
almost breathless
I watch
how such beauty
sleeps
yet fills my head
with noise and colour
I am awake
allowing time to pass
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Spirit Makes Changes
The Spirit needs to prick one’s heart, to give thinking a fresh start,
Only then can change be wrought, in the direction of their thought.
It’s only natural for our focus to be, here on earth, not on Eternity,
Tending to all earthly needs, spiritual concerns man seldom heeds.
Addressing other things day to day, spiritual things get in the way,
So busy with their daily grind, to things of God, they pay no mind.
It never seems to touch their heart; the words from God we impart,
The words of Truth that we share, hopeful that one day they’ll care.
But, Satan too, does his part, by deceiving every unknowing heart,
Snatching away the seed we sow, hoping that they will never know,
The freeing Truth of God’s Word, from the sharing, that they heard,
Keeping their hearts occupied, to never know, just why Christ died.
Christ came with His life to give, so that all of men could truly live,
A new life upon earth abundantly, as God prepares us for Eternity.
It is The Spirit which Christ sends, that touches the hearts of men,
And by The Spirit God arranges, within or mind unknown changes.
The heart begins to open wide, to those Truths which were denied,
As The Spirit waters sown seed, allowing that one to see his need.
The eyes that were blind before, now open wide and see The Lord,
And that once, unbelieving heart, from God gets a brand new start.
Someone Elected, Liked and Popular
Someone has to be held responsible,
For allowing people to make wrong decisions.
Someone has to be held accountable,
For allowing people to dismiss their values.
And adopt standards that unleashed upon them...
An onslaught of disrespect.
With a lack of discipline...
Their blind mindsets enjoyed and accepted.
Someone has to be held responsible,
For the blatant theft and rise of crime.
Someone elected, liked and popular...
To lead and guide them out of shadows,
Should have had their interests protected.
And their choices made,
More closely inspected.
With a voice of concern...
Their way of life has been neglected.
And they someday will pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Willingness-Nina's Story
'There was no question'
she said.
I wanted him to feel my power;
I did not want
to be the passive one
I told him to lie down
and be quiet
as I
stood above him
and gradually
moved closer
hovering above.
I was thinking that
he must feel
the feeling
of helplessness
I sometimes felt.
and I knew this man loved me
and would do whatever I wanted him to.
I moved closer
waiting for him to flinch or move
to resist
my control;
ever tightening
to see
if fright
would over take him.
To see if he trusted me.
He remained quiet.
I kissed him lightly
and lighter still
letting him
feel me touch him
but not allowing him
to touch me.
This was time
standing still
this was the eye
of the power void
he not resisting yet
me not asserting yet
but the situation still fluid.
He could not move
even if he wanted to.
He was so to speak
totally in my power.
I studied his face.
How deep did the trust go.
How long could he lie still.
How much was I willing to do?
There was tension here.
Any false response
or small resistance
would ignite the moment
and the void would split.
I felt the need
for his total surrender
and I whispered to him
'don't resist
don't move'
wanting to linger
within this my own power
to impose this.
He did
not resist
allowing me power then.
He never flinched.
And that is why I love this man.
his willingness.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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From Afar
I have tracked you
through the ages
Galaxy to galaxy
along the milky-way.
Having known of you
never being able to
reach out, and touch
you.
How cruel can lives be
only allowing myself
to admire you from
afar.
poem by Heather Burns
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You say you're like a tree or a bus stop
With your hands by your side
Lets say you're like a field of tulips
Cheap gold flowers in the sky
If the cavalry comes, is it really no surprise
Count the calory cops, I'm allowing alibis
Drag the shine off your stool and leave me, its raining outside
Catch your life through some strange indifference, I don't want lullabies
Paralysed on parade and ready to drop you know
Amazed and a mess, you may just stop me and go
(well he said he was a vegetarian, well there's animals in water)
Here come the calory cops, is it really no surprise?
And if the cavalry comes I'm allowing alibis
Count your life like some strange and different
Go one word at a time
Can't you hear the bells ringing
Get your hands off my sky
In a place where the words all just fall apart
With the sound of a stutter
A mutter in your heart
Clock the spokes off your wheels, its safer just to ride
Put your heart in the back, I've not once seen you smile
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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You'll Feel It
I cannot tell you what it is
but in your heart you'll feel it.
I cannot speak its name to you
but something will reveal it.
And when it travels your heart will stir
allowing you to know
that my telling or my speaking
though it's pianissimo
is never really needed.
For my thought waves will just flow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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They sowed the seed of an ""if' but it didn't germinate.
I am not allowing myself to get carried away.
quote by Damon Hill
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Lovelorn
At the risk of, sounding contrite
I offer love to thee, if it’s alright
Pray, thou dost not run off afright
Instead, in these few lines delight
Allowing them, thy heart excite...
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Overdue
Appeasing to your comforts...
Is not my wish at all.
I desire a satisfaction lifted,
From a place that keeps you stalled.
Sometimes it is difficult.
Most times uncertainty sets.
But when you let an acceptance begin...
It becomes less of a nightmare,
And more of a mind that desires...
To be extended.
To reach beyond and test.
It happens when you least suspect.
Especially as objections end.
A thought or two that releases an attitude...
Produces another outlook for you,
To broaden with each step.
And this is true.
Allowing an understanding,
That has been suppressed...
To become a lesser thing to do!
As more of this higher consciousness,
Is welcomed by you and much overdue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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