Creations
Michelangelo’s paint was nothing until focused and combined.
Beethoven composed masterpieces as his hearing declined.
Ford brought roads to life with miracle cars he designed.
Internet was a once a quixotic dream with no supporters to find.
But these creations are just a blink compared to precious birth.
Hearts and bodies entwine as another being enriches the earth.
Each entity nothing before, enjoys potentially magnanimous worth;
A chance to create or destroy in an ambiance of sorrow or mirth.
Time is short and pressures great as each attempts to survive.
Each that strains to create will find worlds open as it ties to strive.
More creations in arts, sciences plus politics and industry thrive.
Each of destruction and sorrow sees its life wasn’t really ever live.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Hold My Hand
'No you really shouldn't hold my hand, it's dry and bleeding'
'You really don't get it do you? '
'What do you mean? '
'The important part is that it's yours, and I love you, I love all of you '
That why it means so much
That's why I have this dream and many more
Because I feel like I'm someone, or something to abhor
But when someone treats me like 'I'm worth it' and such
It means more than words can describe
I dream of this conversation thinking of a girl to ascribe
It to, but even in my dreams
It seems
That I could never even imagine up girls like the ones that are made
I could never imagine their complexities
And personalities
Compared to those creations my imagination is just a charade
It's a joke, the real beauty that God called woman
These creations, these masterpieces I'm sure they've already exceeded
My expectation, of even this seemingly terribly romantic situation
But even so
I still feel alone.
With no one to hold my hand
So now my imagination comforts me while destroying me
Sometimes I just wish someone
Would hold my hand.
This desire for love... could it possibly be from you God?
Why does it create such pain....
Aren't you always there even when life seems to wain
Aren't you holding my hand
Because even so
I still feel alone
...
Sorry God for not having stronger faith, I love you
But even so I still feel alone.
poem by David Knox
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That man can destroy life is just as miraculous a feat as that he can create it, for life is the miracle, the inexplicable. In the act of destruction, man sets himself above life he transcends himself as a creature. Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.
quote by Erich Fromm
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Pick The Right God.
One god cares for you, the other is so great he could careless.
One god cares for you, the other is so great he could careless, so very great he does not have time to care so he so artfully pretends to care. If you see he is a fake he will destroy you.
Yes there are two gods.
There are two kinds of gods, one is always making creations, life, creatures, beings, consciousness, and going on without looking back, creating even more spectacular creations, universes, multiverses, ever greater complex life forms one more fantastic than the other.
There is another sort of god, one that creates a universe but gives a ram about the beings he created. This god is there, this god stays with his creatures, with her beings as they struggle, as they strive, he gives them space and the ability to co-create with her. The other god, could care less, he has other better universes and forms of life to make.
in this universe in our life now, these two gods are fighting it out, in our life now we are fighting it out with them as well. Do you want the greatness of the narcissistic god of cold selfish greatness. What a price you pay for being like this god or worshipping this god. He just made you to prove to himself how great he is, or do you align your self up with the god that gives a tam about you, he made you because she wanted to share herself and all of creation with you,
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Angels Tears
(5/15/12)
The angels are crying from what they see
The destruction of GODS creations by humanity.
The raindrops that come down to cleanse the earth
Are the angels teardrops releasing their hurt.
If you was to taste the rain and find
that salty taste, it was because it
just ran down their face.
This is the bitter sweet times in life
When we don't make any sacrifice.
Yet when you see a sun shower - it is
their happy tears that bring out the flowers.
Their tears of joy when everything is going right
And humanity is making a sacrifice.
They're opening their eyes to what technology
Is doing to the rain forests and the destruction
Of the trees and streams, it is all now being seen.
Groups of people are being formed all around the earth
And their cries are giving birth.
"Save all that GOD has given, this is what makes life worth living."
The angels now hear their battle cries
As the tears flow from their eyes
Maybe there is hope and salvation
For all of GODS creations.
© RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Shades of Sorrow
To find a brighter place
To look to the sky
To see it is blue
Instead of pale grey
To wish for the sorrow
To exit my being
To relax in contentment
When I wake tomorrow
To live for each day
Create lifes tapestry brighter
To take my brush and paint
These shades of sorrow away
poem by Lillian Jamison
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The Miracle
Words and music by queen
Every drop of rain that falls in sahara desert says it all
Its a miracle
All gods creations great and small
The golden gate and the taj mahal
Thats a miracle
Test tube babies being born
Mothers,fathers dead and gone
Its a miracle
Were having a miracle on earth
Mother nature does it all for us
The wonders of this world go on
The hanging gardens of babylon
Captain cook and cain and able
Jimi hendrix to the tower of babel
Its a miracle its a miracle its a miracle
Its a miracle
The one thing were all waiting for is peace on earth - an end
To war
Its a miracle we need - the miracle
The miracle were all waiting for today
If every leaf on every tree could tell a story that would be a
Miracle
If every child on every street had clothes to wear and food to
Eat
Thats a miracle
If all gods people could be free to live in perfect harmony
Its a miracle
Were having a miracle on earth
Mother nature does it all for us
Open hearts and surgery
(wonders of this world go on)
Sunday mornings with a cup of tea
Super powers always fighting
But mona lisa just keeps on smiling
Its a miracle its a miracle its a miracle
(wonders of this world go on)
Its a miracle its a miracle its a miracle
Its a miracle
The one thing (the one thing) were all waiting for (were all
Waiting for)
Is peace on earth (peace on earth) and an end to war (an end
To war)
Its a miracle we need - the miracle
The miracle peace on earth and end to war today
That time will come one day youll see when we can all be
Friends
That time will come one day youll see when we can all be
Friends
That time will come one day youll see when we can all be
Friends
That time will come one day youll see when we can all be
Friends
song performed by by Queen
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One God Cares For You, The Other Is So Great He Could Careless
There are two kinds of Gods, one is always making creations, life, creatures, beings, consciousness, and going on without looking back, creating even more spectacular creations, universes, multiverses, ever greater complex life forms one more fantastic than the other.
There is another sort of God, one that creates a universe but gives a ram about the beings he created. This God is there, this god stays with his creatures, with her beings as they struggle, as they strive, he gives them space and the ability to co-create with her. The other god, could care less, he has other better universes and forms of life to make.
in this universe in our life now, these two gods are fighting it out, in our life now we are fighting it out with them as well. Do you want the greatness of the narcissistic God of cold selfish greatness. What a price you pay for being like this god or worshipping this god. He just made you to prove to himself how great he is, or do you align your self up with the God that gives a tam about you, he made you because she wanted to share herself and all of creation with you,
What is your choice let me know and why, it says a lot about who you are.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Yes, There Are Two Gods
There are two kinds of Gods, one is always making creations, life, creatures, beings, consciousness, and going on without looking back, creating even more spectacular creations, universes, multiverses, ever greater complex life forms one more fantastic than the other.
There is another sort of God, one that creates a universe but gives a ram about the beings he created. This God is there, this god stays with his creatures, with her beings as they struggle, as they strive, he gives them space and the ability to co-create with her. The other god, could care less, he has other better universes and forms of life to make.
in this universe in our life now, these two gods are fighting it out, in our life now we are fighting it out with them as well. Do you want the greatness of the narcissistic God of cold selfish greatness. What a price you pay for being like this god or worshipping this god. He just made you to prove to himself how great he is, or do you align your self up with the God that gives a tam about you, he made you because she wanted to share herself and all of creation with you,
What is your choice let me know and why, it says a lot about who you are.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Sorrow Makes One A Hero Tomorrow
Without sorrow life is zero
We must accept fate's arrow
If our efforts are thorough
Our sorrow, God will borrow
Sorrows nicely shape our mind
Sorrows stop our being blind
Via sorrows, remedies we find
Sorrows are indirectly kind
In the absence of sorrow
Our mind does not grow
We think not like a hero
Our attitude is made narrow
Sorrows must be overcome
For which efforts we welcome
At last strong we become
This is sorrows' outcome
Our will-power, sorrows increase
To our heart, sorrows supply grease
Our talents, only sorrows release
In a gist, sorrows supply peace
Every sorrow at last dies
Not because of our cries
But because our soul tries
Life and success, sorrow ties
Sorrow less person is none
Sorrow is sure, if life has begun
'Sorrow trains brains' is a slogan
Sorrow is a tamable dragon
In sorrow, all must dip
By coming under its grip
All are lashed by sorrow's whip
To every life, sorrow makes a trip
Now sorrow will somehow vanish
But you cannot fully relinquish
Further sorrows, time will furnish
From life, sorrow, none can banish
Life and sorrow are closely associated
By life, sorrow is very much fascinated
By sorrow, peace is initially confiscated
Sorrow grows when life is sophisticated.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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These Sentiments Within Them Sit
The increase of fear,
Has those whispering in each other's ears.
People have become afraid and wish to be saved!
But from what can be identified within themselves,
Keeps them running away not to face?
Since all that they have chosen to live,
Has been a product resulting from their own creations.
The toy guns.
The violent video games purchased,
With a waiting in line until there were none.
Racial hatred taught and identifying enemies made.
The sitting in theaters with patience awaiting...
Those movies to panic to scare everyone until they scream.
And people solicit their own nightmares to dream!
Resulting from their own creations...
These devastations within them sit.
Resulting from their own creations...
With sentiments meant to send.
Resulting from their own creations...
And expecting from them,
To heal and mend.
Resulting from their own creations...
These devastations within them sit.
Resulting from their own creations...
With sentiments meant to send.
Resulting from their own creations...
And expecting from them,
To heal and mend.
Resulting from their own creations.
Resulting from their own creations,
Yes...
These sentiments within them sit.
These sentiments within them sit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hymn For a Lasting Peace
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
Let nation not fight nation,
Let race not conquer race,
Let the strong not commit invasion,
Let all men share Earth's grace.
Ban aggression of any kind,
Ban all arms production,
Ban man's violence against mankind,
Ban all forms of destruction.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
To save the snow capped mountains,
To save the depths of the seas,
To save the springs and fountains,
To save the birds and the bees;
That farms and forests flourish,
That rivers and streams flow pure,
That fields give life and nourish,
That Earth's great seasons endure.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That man may walk upon Earth,
That he will find an open door,
That there be the rights of birth,
That man destroys not, be the law;
That each to his faith can hold,
That homes and gardens are safe,
That not a child dies in the cold,
That not a child is a hungry waif.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That Human Rights be for all men,
That every injustice should cease,
That Human Rights protects all men,
That all men can find perfect peace;
That there be but one brotherhood,
That the land, sea and sky be free,
That progress be for the common good,
That peace everlasting will be.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
poem by Pauline D'Roza
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Conscious Intent Of The Mind
We all create with our mind
and so it is we find
so much diversity that challenges our days.
We create the freedom and the uneasiness
of movement in our own maze.
Some come in with humble beginnings
and never create any beauty.
Some come in with silver spoons
and believe it is not their duty
to contribute the seeds of kindness
and therefore their creations
become lost in a maze of blindness.
Some come in with a world of pain
and see right through it, don't let it remain.
For they've found the secret for happiness.
They revel in the sun and in the rain.
The secret is to never think of the future
and focus on the now.
And then the pain can be dealt with
as we uncreate it somehow.
So as humans we must learn to create
the thing that makes us content.
We must work at it every day
and make it our conscious intent.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Paradise Lost The Tragedy Of Fallen Humanity
paradise found a precious birth miracle misty
paradise lost the tragedy of fallen humanity
we seek strive instinctively to find creatively
our way back to earth womb original sanctuary
an angel no longer stands guard prohibitively
denying entrance with sword drawn threateningly
industrialization allows us to waste mechanically
all ground before us in curse resource banditry
we destroy habitats life ozone layer simultaneously
we destroy our planet in degrees with impiety
we destroy ourselves in soulless dismal stupidity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Right Where It Belongs
See the animal in his cage that you built,
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Are you sure whats natural
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Na'now don't look too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
Are you sure what side of the glass you're on
See the safety of the life you have built,
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
See the hollowness inside of your home
And it's all...right where it belongs
And it's all... Right Where it belongs
What if everything around you,
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
Isn't quite as it seems
What if all the world you think you know,
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
Is an elaborate dream.
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
An' If you look at your reflection
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Is that all you want to be
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?
What if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see
What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own
What if all the worlds inside of your head
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
Just creations of your own
And you really oughta know
The devils and your gods all the living and the dead
And you're really all alone
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You can live in this illusion
You keep looking but you can't find the words,
You can't choose to believe
Are you hiding in the trees?
You keep looking but you can't find the words
Now you're hiding in your dreams
What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if everything around you
What if all the world you used to know,
Isn't quite as it seems
Is an elaborate dream?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream.
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
An' If you look at your reflection
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Is that all you want to be
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?
what if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Finding Loves Fool
Finding loves fool
loves fool you may be
but I stand in front of thee
a light covered in the shroud of lies
Where sorrow will not die
In the shroud of lies
will I be
So there look for me
If the lies should make you sorrow
Do not cry in fear of tomorrow
For I will find thee before
That marrow
And at that time
There will be no sorrow
Should your eyes still cry
then I will find you in the
in the shroud of lies
Twice as fast as
You cry
Will I fly to your side
may I wipe away the tears
Of pain and sorrow
and your fears
For now and tomorrow
Then from your tears will I form
A drink of love
And sorrow torn
then may I show you the light
Of tomorrow
Along with it the army of sorrow
And then in fight
I shall give you no sorrow
For none shall pass me
But die in the birth of tomorrow
If in case should I die
Then sprout your wings
And fly
Beyond the sight of this marrow
Then rise above
The next army of sorrow
Find me now
Without sorrow
Find me now in
Heavens tomorrow
Then see the light oh fool of love
See the light of heaven above
Then there will be no shroud of lies
And together are wings shall fly
over mountains and beyond the sea
to a place were we can both be
Without the pain and sorrow
But at the birth
Of a new tomorrow
A tomorrow were a new earth brings
The life of another
Child with wings
With these wing he shall soar
And for loves fool
The search
Begins once more
poem by Cody Byrne
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The Creation Of An Absolute Nothingness
Maybe we can create the absolute zero.
In in everlasting destruction can it truly be considered of an absolute nothing?
An emptiness, A barren wasteland.
Maybe once the destruction is done.
Maybe only if it doesn't continue.
Ignoring the theories not yet truly proven.
A doubt is but a zero upon the mind.
A change upon the times.
What can we stop?
What can we prevent?
As single entity of being?
As a shadow of many important existences.
Why do we think we're so great?
Come on now watch as we beat nature at her own game.
But have we really?
Delaying tactics are just not the same.
Oh planner of the mighty plan.
Oh foreseers of the future please make your prediction fourth right.
Seeing this through to my end in this life I have been given.
Whether we live on long after I'm gone only time will tell.
But, indeed I do hope as human beings we do well.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Artist Dreaming
Close your eyes baby
Off to sleep.
Find your soul
In God’s arms to keep
Dream your dreams
In your eyes
There's a glow
See your dreams
Live your Dreams
Now you know
See them come alive
Watch them dance
Through your eyes
Dream your Dreams
Coming now into focus
Dream your dream of art
Dreams with passion to create
Never waking from its light
Lift your head
Never lay it down
Create your dreams
Paint it, live it, embrace it
Dream what you are
Dream it true
Tonight the dreams are all for you
poem by Jara Son of Ahaz
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Life, Where Is life!
Life is always light
for some
Life is always fight
for some,
Life is full of light
For some
Life is without light for some,
Life is search for light,
Some live a long life,
Some live for a short,
Some live for a purpose,
some live for themselves,
Some live for others,
Some are good thinkers,
Some are fantastic,
Some live in fantasies,
Some are short sighted,
And live a life, full of fight,
Some or long sighted,
And always stumble!
Some are great by birth,
Some are great by thoughts,
Some are great by deeds,
some are really great,
and they have the vission,
They have the strength and will,
they look as a lake still,
Yet they are full of life,
They always smile
And keep worries way a mile!
some has ways open, some has to open them on own,
Some Wander where life takes,
Some take life where they want,
Some are really great
Those realise, if not there is either birth or death,
Who is there to say what is life?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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From the Other Side of Sorrow.
Her name was 'holy' conscience said
and sorrow heaped upon a bed
in vain the search to find by chance
lift her, hold her for their last dance
held hopelessly in crimson time.
A heavenly view: man and wife,
had thought to throw away a life
was only such a little sin
guilt, forever unforgiven
tyranny bleached white finds those condemned.
The other side of sorrow sought
blindly fumbling to find a door
knock and call a familiar name
to light a very steady flame
so famished souls may feed and thrive.
Can you see she's all to me?
Heartbeat and love from the one above
faith has been a steadfast guide
and I along with sorrow sit
among those who have known of it.
Inspired by 'Where there is sorrow there is holy ground'
De Profundis
Oscar Wilde.
France
July 2005
poem by Gillian.E. Shaw
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Who Am I?
Where was I before, who brought me here?
Who were with me or was alone there?
Have to vacate or to stay forever?
When and where have to go from here?
Big confusion, complete answer, no one knows
Such secrets and facts of life,
Keeps to Him, will never disclose.
No faith in human beings, checks the threat we pose.
Regrets His own creations, all that it shows.
Was I not in the elements of Earth, before taking birth?
Elements combined, I surfaced, remains the truth?
Matter from the earth gave me life,
Have to go back, no matter, how big am I.
Am I not a robot with machines and parts?
Don't know of which brand and marks?
How long they function, no guarantee, no argument?
With remote HE controls my movement.
Born with mix of fortunes and miss-fortunes
Makes me to dance at HIS tunes.
Sitting in heavens decides my fate.
Even then I call HIM, 'GOD THE GREAT'.
Yes, I have to go back, not to come back,
Elements of earth go back to earth to lie on tracks
No chance but if, only by chance,
May recombine the elements of Earth,
In the same manner that I get re-birth.
By fair and unfair means,
By running in the length and breadth
And even at the cost of my health,
I created so much of wealth
But sorry! Can't take it with me,
Not even the naked body goes with me
No protests have any such right,
Don't know, with whom to fight.
Now I know I am here only by chance
Now I know where was I before
Now I know have not to stay for ever
Now I know where have to go from here,
When my term is over.
Cool minded
When I sit and think
All differences with HIM
I forget and sink.
Change is must,
Can't break HIS own laws
In action no exception,
No flaws
Even for Sun, Moon and Stars
No cheers
Must change
No matter
May be there,
For millions of years.
poem by Swadesh Chander Virmani
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