A sans conscience
I killed conscience
I strangulated presence
There is left nothing
I need fear something
I shall be rudderless
Totally negligent and selfless
Not caring for anybody
I am soulless body
Just a burden on earth
Will end only with death
No religion and no trust
Can any one tell what is must?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Religion or Life
Religion I hate, Life I love; one’s from earth the other from above,
The Life I love is from God, while religion is from this earthly sod.
A religion of earth leads to death; Life from God is eternal breath,
New Life is given by Christ Jesus, as religion will only mislead us.
Religion, call it what you may, distorts Truth from God’s only way,
The way provided to all of us, who in God’s Word place their trust,
New Life from God, in His Son, regarding truth, is second to none,
For religion truthfully has no part, in truly changing a sinner’s heart.
Religion can make us feel good, creating a common brotherhood,
Filling life with religious stuff, but salvifically it doesn’t do enough.
It doesn’t reach the heart of men, inspiring them to be Born Again,
Through the Spirit of Jesus Christ, who alone offers men New Life.
Religion can fill a need on earth, but, eternally men need new birth,
We need to be born spiritually, to have new life with God eternally.
All religions on earth my friend, with the world will come to an end,
While all who have Life from God, will live beyond this earthly sod.
Religion comes in many forms, and around men’s ways conforms,
While God’s Only Way is higher, with Eternal Life being His desire,
Which will be granted to all of us, who, in His Son place their trust,
A Life far above all man’s ways, while giving to God eternal praise.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
How It Happened
It happened on a sunday noon
As worshippers studied the holy
Book,
A bang was heard from the back
The Church was taken completely
aback.
Boom! Worshippers lie in state
Bigots are at it again,
People call them Boko Haramians,
They have such tendencies like
the Talibans;
They tell you they fight for their
Religion.
But they terrorise the children
of God.
Lord, when will You send again
Your Son?
To make them see Religion is love
Without love there would be
no world.
Haramians have killed their love.
Of course they have killed their
Religion.
But we do not fear Haramians
anyway;
God shall be by us everyday.
I have travelled through the
Northan States,
Seeing how men and women
die for their faith.
It is such a shame,
How Religion has become a bane.
But we don't fear Haramians
anyway;
God shall be by us everyday.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Fused are we
Fused are we in thoughts, body and soul
even if the earth rocks about on the judgement day,
nothing can rip this love, these feelings away
while you are making me better, are making me whole;
this love is totally perfect and selfless
as the very essence of God it does possess.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Truth Of Life!
Oh! The great death, the grand gift of life
Knows not the young or old, rich or poor
Visits all, acts as double edged knife
Can take the body, soul never!
None desires death, but that death spares none
For the good or bad, read or unread
Death brings pain and grief, sure gives not fun
None on earth wants death, that comes unsaid!
Man with wealth ever in fear of death
Men sans wealth with love for kith and kin
All in constant fear and worry
Over death none has control any!
Truth of life is certainty of death
Do thy duty, face death bold on earth!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Falling Snow
my life, is breaking down, i see your eyes, falling time, wait for the end, wait for the end, and never ever go away. oh a million, 2 million secrets lost now, what i said? never waste?, once more snowing, snowing, the lights. oh, i always trusted you, trust in you. it's there , a breaking mind, a soul all lost in hell, but they can make it up, and try to understand, what difference does it make, to know i'm full of hate. fear, religion, fear, religion, fear religion, fear fear religion. looking hands on your eyes, fear, there's plague outside, no one cares, no one cares, so close your eyes....
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Life At Its Best
Jesus came as Prince of Peace, offering a life that will not cease.
There’s a peace He came to give, to all on earth who chose to live,
Life on this earth at its very best, until this weary body’s laid to rest.
Helping us to live this earthly life, while dealing with the daily strife.
For this peace we must lay on Him, every burden and anxious whim.
Satan may place a trial in our way, to fill our heart with utter dismay,
But with the presence of The Lord, help and grace can be implored,
If as Believer’s we would only dare, cast to Christ every single care.
God The Father calls upon all of us, to in His Son place all our trust.
All cares and burdens of this life, are to be cast to the feet of Christ.
The Lord Jesus Christ is over all, and knows all needs, big and small,
When we trust Him with all our days, God fills life with joy and praise.
It’s not an option as some suggest, or from Christ a passing request,
For it is a command to cast to Him, all our burden lest to turns to sin,
As the sins of worry and of unbelief, is what the enemy tries to seed.
To take our mind off Jesus Christ; and fill our heart with undue strife.
God’s inner peace is the essence, of living daily in Christ’s presence,
For when a trial causes one grief, His omnipresence brings him relief.
All that I need, I have through Grace, that helps me any time or place,
Grace from God that will not cease, that gives me Everlasting Peace.
(04/2007)
Fear is
fear is seeing someone get killed
and knowing you are next
it sounds like a scream for help
that keeps getting farther and farther away
fear taste like blood from your teeth
because you are clinching them tightly
fear feels like you will die
because you will
it smells like a dead body
that was left in the sun for a week
fear is as black as night
and as scary
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Life isn't Hell
We die whole life for thinking of hell
What is that supposed to deliver or tell?
We are doing exceedingly well
Life is not that bad to curse or dwell
Our religious books are full of all divine speculations
That has raised sometimes little fear and many questions
Where are we going to head after leaving behind dead body?
Someone may suggest as it is to be taken over by somebody
Well, it is nice to keep person under constant fear and check
It is difficult to understand after death what can be at stake?
Who may know exactly what is open to us there after
Sometimes we are lead to believe and turn into laughter
We resort to all kinds of soul purification
Do no evil or try for its identification
What can be pursued and what can be forgotten?
Well certainly first question will be that of money all ill gotten
It is strong belief that soul will be taken by death lords
It will be under direct supervision of God under the threat of swords
We die simply because of imagining the death sequence
It has so much impact in the mind with its presence
The person who has adapted well with journey
May do it so with ease and leave it to almighty
Nothing is in our hand and it may come so in natural course
So it will be clear to him in advance for offering no curses
It has to be taken lightly when end is expected near
It is natural to have in mind unknown fear
Yet end can be peaceful if all concerns are well addressed
There is not much left behind or to be confessed
We all know about the divine layers
We memorize and repeat it in prayers
If we surrender to sub conscience in time
The end may not that painful sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Psalm 129
Will you trust me in the valley deep?
Will you trust me as you lay down to sleep?
Yes I will trust you despite the pain
Yes I will trust you without any gain
Will you trust me in the depths of the sea?
Will you trust me though we may not agree?
Yes I will trust you in the darkest night
Yes I will trust you when I have no sight
Will you trust me when your lost and alone?
Will you trust me when your far from home?
Yes I will trust you when I have lost my way
Yes I will trust you to bring me back one day
Will you trust me that justice is Mine?
Will you trust me to give you new wine?
Yes I will trust you and turn the cheek
Yes I will trust you, your presence I seek
poem by Frank McEleny
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The message to Mary Magdalene
In her great fear
He read love
and had known how intensely she adored Him
when in the garden grieving and half orphaned
she walked almost stumbling,
as if stripped of all hope
without being able to really comprehend
how to come to Him, to talk to Him
or about the reason of His love, His very existence
and when He appeared so suddenly next to her
she was overwhelmed, totally astonished
and almost blinded for a moment her eyes left Him
as if she was finding him too inundating, but she wanted
to come to Him with arms wide open, come to Him with pain and fear
wanted to wrap her arms adoring around Him,
wanted to make Him her property
and then she realized
that He is God, is mightily with all of mankind
and knew in fulfilment of her fear,
that His selfless love goes to everyone.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Turning off the flame
I left you simmering, surface Undulation
Mustn't boil over, refrain
A 'burn in hell' type revelation
My conscience turned off the flame
How could something barely amalgamated
Meal uneaten, Luke warm
Leave my heart this strangulated
Aching, throbbing, torn.
poem by Stevie Taite
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Fear's taking over
I fear life,
I fear death,
I fear happiness,
And everything in between.
I fear people,
I fear animals,
I fear rodents,
And everything in between.
I fear what I don't understand,
Shit, I fear what I do understand,
I fear what noone understands,
and everybody believes,
And everything in between,
Most of all I fear tomorrow and whatever it may bring.
poem by Kill or Be killed
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Scandlious Fear
I fear life,
I fear death,
I fear happiness,
And everything in between.
I fear people,
I fear animals,
I fear rodents,
And everything in between.
I fear what I don't understand,
Shit, I fear what I do understand,
I fear what noone understands,
and everybody believes,
And everything in between,
Most of all I fear tomorrow and whatever it may bring.
poem by Kill or Be killed
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Pure Rationalisation for Friend Thad
A fly has been annoying me.
Persistently and constantly.
My conscience bids me not to kill.
But damn it all I think I will.
That fly will bother me no more.
I killed with a single blow.
I had endured it patiently.
At least an hour maybe more
It pestered me insistently
I had to even up the score
That fly will bother me no more.
I slew that fly intentionally.
It left me with no other course.
Perhaps in time I’ll feel remorse.
Though at the moment I feel pleased
That wretched fly is now deceased.
That fly will bother me no more
though I’m afraid my conscience will.
Sometimes we sin because we choose
although we know we should refuse
and listen to our inner voice.
That bloody fly gave me no choice.
That fly will bother me no more
I killed it quite deliberately.
I know I sinned and must atone
The fly would not leave me alone.
The fly not I caused the offence.
I think my argument makes sense.
The fly will bother me no more
Its death was more than justified.
21/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Born To
Born to a family were secrets are binds and lies are our foundation to get along.
Born to a mom who wasnt a mom who did crack to realease the pain she felt at the time.
Big responsibility on her plate as i was a baby she controlled my fate.Once born her addiction got the best of her but all she did was take the easy road.
Daddy dead killed selling drugs instead of caring for something he helped create he destroyed his own mind and determined his fate.
Then the mom who wasnt a mom went to court and left her responsibility on her mom(my gma) . But what selfless act she had to pick up my mom and dads slack
To Be continued...
poem by Jermanee Hart
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Peace Equality Is Destiny Humanity?
we choose who
we worship
who we follow
in morality
in politics
in religion
in choices
self imposed
belief systems
we have freedom choice
to stand for purity light
for what is morally right
or to embrace
hedonism
self worship
dark soulless
demons
Satan’s spawn
decisions
which determine
an eternity
of light
or an eternity
of Satanic
exile damnation
will be resolved
beyond death
when judgement
sentences
both the righteous
and unrighteous
each to chosen
their own rewards
we reap what we sow
love compassion
conscience guide
those who
peace equality
would sow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Without You
It has been
six days
since I have seen her.
In all that time
she left me
totally totally alone.
Not a word
not a call
not a touch
not a sight of her.
How does she go
and leave me so
easily like this?
How is it that she
does not need to see
me by tormented day?
How is it that she
does not need to sleep
beside me during
long lonely nights?
Her naked body
under the sheets
cannot hold me
at a distance.
Her skin
cannot feel
the healing massage
of my caring hand.
Nor can
an empty bed
hold reassuring comfort
of her touch.
Nights
I lay awake
at nights
without you.
Nights
are lonely
and long
without you.
Life
is an empty night
alone wasted
without you.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bullying People
Some people are nice, some are jerks
Some people are sweet, funny or nice
But some people are just plan old mean.
Not caring how you feel when they speak
Not caring what they do to you,
Not caring if you cry your self to sleep almost every night
Not caring if you cut your self just to make the pain go away
Even though its still they're when the blood is gone and all that's left is the mark you made.
They don't even care if they see you write on a pace of paper
That says, " I won't to die so bad sometimes" so many times on your notebook paper.
When they do start to care is when you're on the news, all over facebook, twitter and everything else saying he/she just killed her self because of what? You tell me!
In the end what was it all for
Was it for popularly, a good laugh, or just something to do?
Or was it because you liked to which them get hurt and cry?
Well now you cant which them cry anymore or hurt them at all
Because there gone and whose to blame? Not me or the others just the one who started it! But after all this they're not the same there gone too. But at least there walking!
poem by Alley Rodriguez
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No Outside Force
No outside force can imposed
When trust in Him is reposed
The divine happiness is seen of face
Why person should go to other force?
Happiness and peach is well within
It is always felt in loss or win
When no one is immortal here
Why think of more and keep fear?
Fearless soul does exist
Time and again it will insist
Strike it hard and with resolve prevail
You will get through and not fail
You are totally fit in your filed
The inner strength is already held
Only know yourself and try to propagate
Everything can’t be left to the fate
Inner soul may revolt against false confidence
As many things may lead you to believe with incidences
Some of the things may go wrong when you embark
As it may have over confidence but lack poor start
So have no fear and act as per conscience
Even that has been proved by science
Every action may have equal and opposite reaction
If that is not matched with positive action
You will not have peace outside
That is within you to confide
Its area is enlarged and very wide
Don’t far even if with unfavorable tide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Humans
free to walk the earth
but trapped forever
in there own fears
consuming all they are
till there's none left
no willpower, no needs
no, nothing just fear
they end up soulless
just an empty shell
of there former beeing
like a cocoon breaking
and releasing a butterfly
so will they bloom again
to rise to there top
then it starts
all over again
is this hell or........
just a trap created
by there own mind
poem by Paddy Jansen
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