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Quatrain #45 - Man creates and destroys his world.........

Man creates and destroys his world by his actions and thought,
heaven and hell are states of mind then, in which we get caught.
Death of the body leads to another life so let's make preparations now;
we only take with us our good or bad impressions binding us somehow.

poem by George Krokos
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War...

war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...

Age 14

poem by Alexander SaPonte
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Final Destination

There is one thought upon which I constantly dwell
With that one thought I get sick and my face turns pale
Upon my life salvation will I win, or or am I destined to fail
So I wonder if I am going to Heaven, or am I going to Hell.

Never upon my back was a sign saying this soul is for sale
No man truly knows of my sorrows, or of my life's tale
So out of confusion and query this question to GOD I must yell
Am I going to Heaven, or am I going to Hell.

One day alone, I know I will walk upon deaths trail
Then I will meet death, and I will pull aside its dark veil
It will only take my soul, as the body is but a shell
So I wonder will I be going to Heaven, or will I be going to Hell.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Heaven And Hell

What if I told you
There was no place you could run to
To hide from your fears
Where good is bad and bad is good
And all the cries your cry
No one can hear
Is it heaven - is it hell
Life is what you make it only time will tell
Is it heaven - is it hell
Life is what you make it only time...
Need someone to talk to
But theres no one you can turn to
You cry out in despair
Gotta feeling you should be kneeling on your knees
You scream to the air
Lord the pain it takes its toll
The devil wants to take my soul
Tell me what should I do
The answer that you need to find
Is in the seeds youve sown
Its all up to you
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Death and destruction is all in your mind
Could hell be the place for the peace you must find
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Is God your savior - the key to the light
Or is it hell burning the flames so bright
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Times running out - not a second to pause
Be strong in your choice
The decision is yours
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose

song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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Death, Inevitable Death

Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.

Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’

Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?

Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Where Is Heaven

My daughter asked me: daddy where is heaven?
I thought about this very carefully
asking myself the same question.
Then the answer came into my mind
Like a bolt of lightning.

Heaven is god, and god is heaven.
When we commit ourselves to god, body and soul
Then we are in heaven, because heaven is in us.
Yet when we fail to see what is in front of us
And what’s in our hearts, that’s when we are blind.

For god is in our hearts, and heaven is god.
Just look around at all that he has created
Then look into your heart and
see the beauties inside and out.

Why would god create the universe and the world
And not have created a heaven within us.
We are gods most beautiful creation
And he gave us his only begotten son
To show us the way to heaven.

Now many say that heaven is in infinity
and infinity has no beginning and no end.
and hell is here on earth, and some say it’s below the earth.
Now it is hard to believe that god
would make this beautiful earth as hell.
And if it was under the earth, where is the fire and brimstone
When we dig so deep into the earth searching for oil.

Heaven is in our love for god while on this earth
Then we go to his kingdom in his total heart
Where it is infinite.

This is where I see heaven my daughter.
It’s in all of us who believe in god.

poem by Louis Rams
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Ink of love

Your telltale blush tells me all your heart's stuff
Write my name in your heart with ink of love

You can make my life heaven and hell
Fill your dream with my body's sweet smell

Follow all the trends of my favorite fashions
Paint your mind with the colors of my emotions

I am keen to love you more and more
Make my mind your most preferred mirror

For every mistake we have to pay the price
Enrich your life with my admirable advice

Baby if I see you I feel hot
See the world through my lovely thought

poem by Asif Andalib
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To Whom It May Concern

O those ignorant of the path to God
don't carry on about less than a dog.
There’s so much to be gained in youth
so get yourself interested in the truth.

If some stranger were to say to you
certain words that proved to be true
would you hold onto them and pray,
regardless of whether it was today?

You brood over too many things it seems
which are of little value even in dreams.
This situation sometimes gets out of hand
but you do manage bravely and withstand.

You're so caught up in the ways of the flesh
that you hardly know how to escape the mesh.
You keep on repeating the same mistakes over again
and wonder how on earth you have come to this end.

In this world you will always reap what you sow
take heed therefore and make an effort to know:
the actions performed will cause one to rise or fall
whatever is held in the mind opens or closes a door.

We should never take this world to be real and lasting
because everything and everyone is part of the casting,
on the world's stage depicting various dramatic scenes
and whether we like it or not make impressions it seems.

Everything we see and touch has a beginning and ending
yet we persist in hoarding as much as we can for tending.
Our inner desires are never really all fulfilled to the extent
that we don't want or crave something else for our content.

The affairs of this world have become so complex and binding
where is that situation or condition which is not demanding?
For the average person who doesn't consider any alternative
their attachment’s complete; hands, feet and head affirmative.

With everything we say and do we reveal or give something away
how much therefore can we hide from one seeing through the array.
When we find or realize our ideal in life then we'll surely know
all we have gained outside of ourselves is only a passing show.

The world we all see around us is made up of light and shadow
for everything that there is an opposite exists my dear fellow.
Most of the people in the world go from one extreme to the other
they spend most of their lives seeking additional ground to cover.

The mystery of life and death still remains to be resolved
praise be to that person who this ignorance has dissolved.
That person is immersed in knowledge and has also reached The Goal
radiating to all the divine light of wisdom, bliss and love of The Soul.

poem by George Krokos
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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.

quote by Ivan Turgenev
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The Rainbow Of Life

What happens after a rain?
When the sun comes out
A rainbow is formed
What's at the end of it?
That's the age old question is it not?
But really what's at the end?
You might say gold or you might not

What's at the end of it?
Is there two worlds
Is there gold
What is there?

I think there are two worlds
One world is more of a magical one
That everyone wants to go to
But the other one is dark and not so magical
And almost no one wants to go to

For we live in the middle
Our world is good and evil
Magical but dark
Filled with death but new life

If we are good people here then we go to heaven
The magical world
Heaven is like riding trough beautiful meadows
On a gorgeous horse
But if we are bad people we go to hell
The dark side and not so magical world
Hell is as if you were to bath in a sea of blood
With all tears of misery surrounding you

Witch one are you going to
Have you been a good person?
Done all the right things
In your life time
Or have betrayed the angle on your shoulder

I'm going to heaven not because I've
Done all the right things in my life
Because I'm a good person
Maybe not out side but inside

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Made It

Muir-Pleasants-Trujillo-
I'm lookin' for a little bit Heaven
Didn't think you'd make it (4x)
Didn't think you'd make it - from where there's no
second chance when you slip
Didn't think you'd make it - to get away most just dip
light and trip
Didn't think you'd make it - you gotta get away or
your mind's gonna rot
So happy that you made it - they called us stupid but
we never got caught
So we're looking for a little Heaven. When we're livin'
in a little Hell
Didn't think you'd make it (2x)
Didn't think you'd make it - it's so hard to make it
when they want you to fail
Didn't think you'd make it
Not all the old Hommies are dead, some are in jail
Didn't think you'd make it - they already reserved us
a cell
So happy that you make it - but we found a little
Heaven in a place like Hell
Where you find a place like Heaven. When you live in
a place like Hell?
Just lookin' for a little bit of Heaven. Yea but this is a
place like Hell
Trying to find a little bit of Heaven in a place like Hell
Lookin' for a little bit of Heaven - I'm lookin' for a little
bit of Heaven
Lookin' for a little bit of Heaven. Heaven
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All lyrics by Mike Muir
Infectious Grooves are: GROOVE FAMILY CYCO:
Mike Muir - Vocals Pa
Robert Trujillo - Bass Ma
Dean Pleasants - Guitar Uncle Ervil
Adam Siegel - Guitar Cousin Randy
Brooks Wackerman - Drums Lil' Jr.
Infectious Grooves
P.O. Box 350
Venice, CA 90294-0350

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Sonnet: Death, Thou Art Great!

Death, Thou art not as cruel as I thought!
Today, I understand Thy special role;
And without thee, this world would be a naught;
Neither Heaven nor Hell would get a soul!

O Death, Thou Thief of Time, when world began!
How stealthily thy job, Thou renderest!
Of all God’s creatures, Thou art cursed by man;
Although, Thou servest him Thy very best.

If man knew when Thou taketh him away,
He would make up for all his sinful ways;
And keep accounts straight for God’s Judgment-Day,
When Hell would cease to exist in that case.

When Heaven could turn meaningless a place!
Then how would men ev’r see the Maker’s face?

poem by John Celes
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Depression! ! !

Depression...One of the worst emotions you can feel.
Your body would feel so empty and cold inside when it happens.
Your mind start to bring up the good memories that you had but it makes you feel more awful in the same time. Depression is one of the emotions I feel sometimes. No more anger building inside my body. No more sadness as my tears goes down my face. It’s only depression itself that drives people to doing bad things. It leads to self inflicting pain. It leads to suffering of thinking over and over and over again about something that made you depressed in the first place. Then it leads to...Death a fool's choice to escape it not knowing the consequences that leads ahead.
I can't believe that depression hit my heart.
As my heart thickens with its spread of Sadness, Anger, Fear, Sorrow and Death.
As this poem ends, just remember that never let depression cloud your choices in life.

poem by Compton Wright
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Innocence Stolen

Her body twitches, unbearable pain
Lord bring me out of this, why doesn't he stop, love does not exist
Her insides feel like an unbearable hell
Confusion runs through her mind
She prays so loud, she cries from the inside
why, why, why, why, how could someone do this to me?
He has taken this gift from her, fright in her eyes,
he doesn't even flinch, persistence on his face
Her body lay helpless as the shock kicks in
Thoughts of death only enter in
Why was I raped? Why did he do this to me,
I thought he loved me, but now my inside bleed
Scared for life, I face this world
Only the Lord helps me make it through each day
How can you look in a girl's eye and use her body for your own please?
This one's for the child molesters, this one's for the people who rape!
My God powerful will burn your bridged down!
Planned attack on your soul to defeat the evil and make you whole
If no change, then hell your fate
When you rape you take the most important thing in a young girls life
Those who have been raped: you are in my prayers... God hears your cries

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The Thought I Cannot Complete

The thought I cannot complete,
This is the thought I cannot complete,
The thought of the life I lead,
The thought of the wonderful world I live in.

Thinking am I worth living in this precious world which we destroy for our survival,
Are we born to rule on this earth or are we born to serve on this earth.

Are we born to control the nature we cannot conserve, is this really the free world they claim to be, are we yet understanding the meaning of life.

This is the thought I cannot complete,
They say the brain is intellectual yet others believe money is power and so we claim to live in the free world we cannot afford.

I used to think religion is an individual belief though now I got caught in the world where i'm forced to believe even the fabricate religion yet I stand none credulous.

Does resurrection exist nor heaven and hell we told we will reach according to our good and evil deeds, or will I perish so the young soul shall be born,
This are the thoughts I cannot complete.

poem by Sefofane Shabalala
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Hes Evil

Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.

song performed by by Kinks
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War is the greatest plague that can afflict humanity, it destroys religion, it destroys states, it destroys families. Any scourge is preferable to it.

quote by Martin Luther
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Virtue and Sin

Knowledge is the path that leads to virtue.
Ignorance is the path that leads to sin.

Hope and expectation enhance patience.
Greed is responsible for so many miseries.

Arrogance begets hatred.
Modesty attracts others.

Forgiveness helps to end conflict.
Revenge sows the seed of further retaliation.

Truthfulness makes things crystal clear.
Dishonesty is the way to deprive others.

Jealousy destroys peace of mind.
Kindness brings forth peace.

Sympathy teaches to sacrifice.
Selfishness destroys friendship.

Love is the key to unity
Hate causes war and strife.

So keep the world inside your mind
As if it’s your only child.

poem by Asif Andalib
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An Introduction To The Ensuing Discourse.

These lines I at this time present
To all that will them heed,
Wherein I show to what intent
God saith, Convert[2] with speed.

For these four things come on apace,
Which we should know full well,
Both death and judgment, and, in place
Next to them, heaven and hell.

For doubtless man was never born
For this life and no more:
No, in the resurrection morn
They must have weal or woe.

Can any think that God should take
That pains, to form a man
So like himself, only to make
Him here a moment stand?

Or that he should make such ado,
By justice, and by grace;
By prophets and apostles too,
That men might see his face?

Or that the promise he hath made,
Also the threatenings great,
Should in a moment end and fade?
O! no, this is a cheat.

Besides, who is so mad, or worse,
To think that Christ should come
From glory, to be made a curse,
And that in sinners' room,

If nothing should by us be had
When we are gone from hence,
But vanities, while here? O mad
And foolish confidence.

Again, shall God, who is the truth,
Say there is heaven and hell
And shall men play that trick of youth
To say, But who can tell?

Shall he that keeps his promise sure
In things both low and small,
Yet break it like a man impure,
In matters great'st of all?

O, let all tremble at that thought,
That puts on God the lie,
That saith men shall turn unto nought
When they be sick and die.

Alas, death is but as the door
Through which all men do pass,
To that which they for evermore
Shall have by wrath or grace.

Let all therefore that read my lines,
Apply them to the heart:
Yea, let them read, and turn betimes,
And get the better part.

Mind therefore what I treat on here,
Yea, mind and weigh it well;
'Tis death and judgment, and a clear
Discourse of heaven and hell.

poem by John Bunyan
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Seven Layers of Heaven

touch,
sight,
taste,
hear,
smell
....
....
seven layers
of heaven
set in me
two more
layers
lost in
myself
clouded
in the views
cast by the world
heaven
comes in
seven
layers
so say hindus,
chinese,
buddhists,
even the muslims
and hell?
between
all
the senses
the heart
that torments
the doers
for
his misdeeds
the fugitive
who manages
to run away from
everybody
but not
the burning hell
of conscience
that pokes
at his top
making him bleed
at the heart
day and night
hell and heaven
bound in this
frame of
heart, soul
and mind
a living hell?
the heaven
in seven layers
the other two layers?
sixth sense?
seventh sense?
two puzzles
that wait
for an answer
hidden
in the realms
that circle
around me
i look into the sky
and journey
to the
eternal sphere
that joins me
to the moons, stars
try taking me
out of this world
and it sure looks different
feel different
a whole new world
the seventh sense
seventh heaven
the sixth?
the woman
who digs
deep into
layers of her own mind
to find the dates
of her own death
and exciting upcoming events
of the world, the tsunami
third world war,
end of the world
a nostradamus
a hell in between all these?
the scorn
from bigots
two layers
of heaven that got lost
in me
covered by
the clouds
five is perhaps
a more lucky number

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Distance, Or Connection?

it is time to throw the damned tea into the harbor again!
every thought we have, every feeling we have,
every word we speak, every action we do...
either creates distance between human beings,
or creates a connection!

distance equals death,
connection equals life!

i am sick and tired of the bullshit that says:
we are right and they are wrong,
we are good and they are evil.
our religion is right, and theirs is wrong.
we're going to heaven, they're going to hell...
a damned lie!

every human being deserves the right to be human.
every human being deserves the right to love, and be loved.
every human being deserves the dignity of equality.
every human being deserves the right to work,
to have shelter, to be fed, to dream!
every human being deserves to be free!

i choose connection!
if you choose distance, walk away.
my religion is human interaction.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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