Fool Animal
We are surely fool animal
If can't sense the downfall's arrival
Even insects and birds sense the danger
Why should we commit something in anger?
We can't resort to follow dangerous way
Addiction, if you consider, is all the way driving you away
From real life to that of artificial thinking
In fact taking you at the bottom and sinking
Consumption of alcohol can be legal
Some of its consequences may be illegal
Anything taken in excess is bad
That increases frustration and makes you sad
Inner consciousness is real reflection
That shall never allow you to for bad action
But since you are made slave of desires
Nothing good can be accepted by you to admire
It is wrong to assume about the winner
The chances of coming out it becomes thinner
It may certainly kill you from within
What will then be loss or gain?
It is time pass for pleasure
Certain quantities are allowed for sure
If you can control and drive your desires
Nothing may go into flames or on fire
Keep it to self and master the art
You are the person to have good start
Be not at its mercy and succumb
It may otherwise make you to jump
The day may end with tragic death
People may lament death and lay the wreath
For few days you may be remembered
Rest all may be the days to follow and numbered
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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End in fire
If anger was the beginning of this story then only in flames could it end
With strings so thin even a breeze makes them bend
That’s the rope which you walk on that’s the way I feel right now
I could shout and drag this on for days
Because my anger is surely enough to set even hell ablaze
You seem to know just what to say to make all my good go away
Now you’re stuck with a monster this fury, this danger
Yet you stand there unmoved by the calamity you sought
You stand there unshaved by the dread
You make me mad, drive me up a wall
It’s in anger that I write this all
Yet even reading it seems to be a moment for you to send me back to anger
Oh murder is all that’s left in me the last resort my retort
So as you sleep and rest tonight free of fright
My anger, my desire will be to set you on fire
poem by Adens Kamwi
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No right
The person has no right to speak
When physically and mentally he is weak
He will not only be off the road
But also trouble others with so many loads
Life and death is known cycle
That is repeated after regular interval
No one is spared from that divine circle
Either it comes peacefully or with lots of trouble
No one can take shelter under the excuse of grave loss
Whether it is loss of person or with holy wish of cross
One has to bear it with peace and stand with calmness
There is no other go than to keep little restrain on face
Life may be felt as living hell
There will be no one to whom you can confide or tell
Yet it is not desirable that one must resort to alcohol
Loose the common sense and strike against wall
It is really unforgettable experience
Once has to under go it with patience
Life partner was towering strength
She had matched on every wave length
If one has really to pay for beloved
It must be befitting and not showed
She must be remembered every time
When you realize that her wishes are fulfilled sometimes
Respect her wishes that were disclosed to you
Taken in confidence with pledge you were to pass through
Simply lying unconsciousness on the road is no solution
That marks end of your respect committed for resolution
Let people resort to alcohol free stage
Where he can show wisdom with the age
Time and again people may remember good quality
Not what you do out of despair as bad quality
We are human being and now for sure
That life is like bubble and nothing is granted for sure
One may depart early or late as per His wishes
We are here to fulfill whatever we can in time and finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No right to speak
The person has no right to speak
When physically and mentally he is weak
He will not only be off the road
But also trouble others with so many loads
Life and death is known cycle
That is repeated after regular interval
No one is spared from that divine circle
Either it comes peacefully or with lots of trouble
No one can take shelter under the excuse of grave loss
Whether it is loss of person or with holy wish of cross
One has to bear it with peace and stand with calmness
There is no other go than to keep little restrain on face
Life may be felt as living hell
There will be no one to whom you can confide or tell
Yet it is not desirable that one must resort to alcohol
Loose the common sense and strike against wall
It is really unforgettable experience
Once has to under go it with patience
Life partner was towering strength
She had matched on every wave length
If one has really to pay for beloved
It must be befitting and not showed
She must be remembered every time
When you realize that her wishes are fulfilled sometimes
Respect her wishes that were disclosed to you
Taken in confidence with pledge you were to pass through
Simply lying unconsciousness on the road is no solution
That marks end of your respect committed for resolution
Let people resort to alcohol free stage
Where he can show wisdom with the age
Time and again people may remember good quality
Not what you do out of despair as bad quality
We are human being and now for sure
That life is like bubble and nothing is granted for sure
One may depart early or late as per His wishes
We are here to fulfill whatever we can in time and finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Since I Have Felt The Sense Of Death
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
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Death Cannot Take (For Brian Smith)
Death parts us, and as we deal with loss
We try to scrape together the bits and pieces
That bound us together in life’s jetsam and floss
Things that touched us, the additions, the increases
The laughter, the wisdom, the passion, the love
That made even the darkest days brighter
That clarified and increased the quality of
Life and life’s mysteries and we try to anchor
With firm memory what death tries to end
To make sense of the senseless, to order this chaos,
To preserve what we gained, to keep, to append
To push back against the overwhelming sense of loss
Death only hurts where love lives
Death cannot take what love’s memory gives
© 2011 Forrest Hainline
poem by Forrest Hainline
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Expressing The Way I Feel
you know, not many people make me feel the way you do,
so safe with every word that you seem to speak,
you know just what to say when i'm feeling down,
to make my day seem a lot brighter,
because of you, i question if i would of still been here,
living out my dreams, just like my mother wanted,
you showed me there was more to life, than what i was seeing, when i'm having one of thoughs days,
you show me it's okay to stop the stubborn act,
that it's okay to show you how i really feel,
with your words as confort, i was able to find the stength,
to just be who i am, because of you i found the confidence,
to be who i am, and what i can be,
because you want to know what i see?
inside of you i see this caring soul,
somebody who wants the same things out of life as me,
just to be happy and have that one person there,
who knows you and fill that space in your heart,
that nobody else can fill, because god brought us close,
there must have been a good reason,
maybe this was meant to be, god makes that one perfect person for somebody,
just wondering if maybe you were my perfect guy,
we seem to get stronger, as days pass by,
you seem to tell me what's on your mind,
even when you know it going to drive me crazy,
i'm loveing your sense of humor, more and more,
your sexual desires keeps me quessing,
what it really will be like to be in the room with you,
i'm a confident girl, tell me your dreams,
i'll try my best to make them come true,
like i say i don't play with love,
make me feel you are the one for me,
i'll stay faithfull and true,
until the day we meet.
Copyright © 2009
5-17-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Re-route for Love
It is said that people
Can't make you mad.
that was not said of granddad's.
Children who are lazy or just plain slow
Add fire to anger as they go.
Love prevails most of the time,
Keeping your anger from crime.
Do this! do that!
over and over...
While the children are getting phat,
From food that they never buy
And if you ask them....they ask why?
Makes a grown person want to cry.
Not doing...and they are not shy,
They rush up and out of bed...
Marching right pass what the parent
Has said.
Both hands out...
When either is filled they want to pout.
Then the parent wants to shout...
But the parent,
Remembering no one can make you mad...
Damn! being a real parent is so sad.
Do this! do that!
While they re-act as if they are a slave,
And all the while sending the parent to his or her grave.
They are only... ask to repeat a smalltask...
But inside they wonder why they are asked.
That is when the real parent stands tall
It is not the anger but the love of it all...
God gave us free will
And we know not to kill...
But to chill.
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Life Makes No Sense
life makes no sense,
some days i wished it did,
so i wouldn't have to say,
'life sucks'
time to time,
i try and see the good,
it just how?
i mean why?
life is unfair,
i'm waiting for it,
just to get better,
but, it start to seem impossible,
life never what it seems,
people not what they seem,
life makes no sense,
it filled with ups and downs,
are we suppose to learn?
what is the message from god?
to be everything you can?
no matter how unfair he makes it?
we just have to fight to get through?
our life we suppose to live,
day after day?
because life to me,
just don't make no sense.
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Life in isolation
Life in isolation
In no way it helps to be alone
You are constantly facing fear of cyclone
It may sometime never come and strike
You may only be dreaming and flying kite
You have accepted pessimism as only way
That is driving you miles away
From reality and pushing to the brink
It may further force you to sink
You can have no peace at all
When respond to unreasonable call
No one has succeeded in isolation
In seclusion alone without having relation
Life may come to standstill
The inner conscious may loose strong will
Even though you are in life
But always fearful of loosing with knife
Life is no life without company
This has been experienced by many
No one has appreciated it so far
We can’t lead the life by looking at star
Think of the fact that you are human
It is good quality of man and woman
The truth must be clearly borne in mind
There are ways to come out of it and find
It is clear tendency on your part to kill
Lack of strength, enough of confidence and good will
You must live by self but not alone
Those days are definitely gone
You are young and energetic
Life can’t be stagnated or made static
There is so much to live by ideals
Life may then seem as and real
If at all you are not told
Face the truth and be bold
Life is yours and soul must obey
This is how you find sun and bright ray
This fear is unreal and only exists in mind
Some of the bare facts may appeal even to blind
Rest your mind not on imaginary facts
Start new life and don’t hastily act
Make it sure that you are master
You must gain time and move on faster
Life is to be caught up with speed and zeal
It may make difference for you to feel
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real honesty
If you think of real honesty
If at all, then must be real blessings from almighty
No on has on these days to claim?
For we need not worry and blame
For anybody to die as honest man
I will be the first person as fan
For I know he might have undergone many ordeals
To look as if pure and real
He may certainly die secluded death
As such thing has never been witness on earth
There won’t be any crowd
To raise the banner and shout the slogans so loud
He may have no known circle
Who may any time create hurdle
He may be leading simple life in isolation
Not keeping in contact and maintaining relation
So on natural death no one to shed tears
No one to lament loss and express fears
As he was none to anyone and left nothing
People to have few words to comment for something
But if at all, we could express our feeling
Let us share what he did entire life as willing
Let his life be left alone for people to judge
We should bear no favor or regret under any rage
It is good on part of human being to slide a mud
As honest had to try and prove that he is not thug
Any path undertaken by him may any time boomerang
Vested people may take many courses and try to hang
Thank God humanity is still alive
People are not fool to believe
Even if one searches within honestly
He will never find an answer earnestly
neither are we sure of calling anybody as saint or sage (Mahatma (saint)
Nor we have any proof or standard to write them on page
Who, as on date, can we claim as spotless person?
If so, then you may have personal interest with dubious reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not exact
Shadows are not exact but real
You can’t force it or conceal
It may be even longer than size
You must think it wise
It may accompany where you go and turn
You stand, sleep or even run
It has same strength and reflection
Think over it and base your action
A tree’s shadow proves it is standing.
A bird follows its shadow and knows it is flying.
My shadow proved that I have existence
I am living in present tense
What has it do with my being on earth?
I cease to exist upon natural death
I follow on every step and prove
That I am real and follow or move
The story doesn’t end with non existence
Its impact may follow even without insistence
People may follow on what has been left behind
They will try to know the shadow of wisdom and find
So it stays even if you are dead
Your message is accepted and widely read
Single word is enough to give impetus or lead
You have formed some link by providing the thread
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only A Fool, Would Say 'No', To Real Love...
Unselfish Love … Is Real Love
Real Love, Is Self-Sacrifice and Sacred Love … (1 Cor.13: 4-13)
And Supportive Love and Worthy-Symbolic Love
Inspired and Sure and Simple and … Sizeless Love
… and Only A Fool, Would Not Wear, Real Love
Real Love … Is Really True Love
And Those Who Do Love
Will Love’ YOU’, Love
Even, If Many Or Just A Few, To Love
… but Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Devoted Love … Is Also Real Love
And Real Love, Is Dedicated To It – Love
And More Than Just A Duty, Love
It’s A Higher-Ideal and Diplomatic Love
… and Only A Fool, Would Not Desire, Real Love
Only Real Love, Is Between: Two-As-One Love
For Real Love, Seals The Bond, ‘Til It’s Done, Love
Real Love, Is As Strong As Death Is, Love … (Canticles 8: 6)
Only Real Lovers, Know and Understand This Power of Love
… but A Fool, Will Never Fathom, This Kind Of Love
Real Love … In Case Of Emergency, Breaks The Glass
Real Love … Can Erase, Or Soothe Pain In Past
Real Love … Conquers ‘All’, In Its Path!
Real Love … Will Forever and Everlast …
… really, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Real Love … Is Inimitable and Intense Love
It Is Forgiving … and No Pretense-Love
It Rises, Like Sparkling, Perfumed Incense or Mist-Love
To Love Like This, Makes Good Sense, Love
… for, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Real Love’s Beauty … Is As Big, As The Sky Above
Real Love’s Chorus, Is As Glorious, As Poets Speak Of
If It’s Loyal and Always … Then, It’s Real Love
And If You Find The Lord Of Light, You’ve Found The Lord Of Love
See, Real Love … Is Perfectly Supreme, For GOD Is Love …
… (and Only A Fool) Would Say No … To Real Love …
Written & ©: 3/20/10
By: The MoonBee
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Jump In The Fire
Down in the depths of my firey home
The summons bell will chime
Tempting you and all the earth
to join our sinful kind
There is a job to be done and I'm the one
You people make me do it
Now it is time for your fate and I won't hesitate
to pull you down into this pit
So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire
With hell in my eyes and with death in my veins
The end is closing in
Feeding on the minds of man
and from their souls within
My disciples all shout to search out
And they always shall obey
Follow me now my child not the meek or the mild
But do just as I say
So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire
Jump by your will or be taken by force
I'll get you either way
Trying to keep the hellfire lit
I am stalking you as prey
Living your life as me I am you you see
So reach down grab my hand walk with me through the land
Come home where you belong
So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire
song performed by by Metallica from Kill 'Em All
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Someone's Shoes
Some days I wanna quit
Feel like I'm walking someone else's path
Wearing someone's shoes that aren't meant for me
Or you
Some days seem to drag on
Constantly moving then suddenly gone
But still it reaches and reaches
Tryin to find what it beseeches
Foot prints have already been made here
Feeling like the time is near
Gazing in at the past throught clouded vision
Gazing at anything really with distorted vision
Bias decisions
Tryin to carve through life will precision
We don't really have control over what we've
Been born into
Just struggling through life and what we
Run into
I wonder what'll happen when I'm gone
Will everybody just move on
Or will I be kept alive through other people's eyes
I wanna be remembered when I go
For all the good things that I show
I don't wanna be a number in a book
I wanna be a person who shook
Lives of those in and around her
Someone who's loss was profound, I
Wonder what the real problem of life is
Or when young finally be come the wisest
What really happens on the day
When everything Suddenly became
Real and I could feel
And breath a move
And walk and grove
I wonder why we're born here
When there are a whole bunch of worlds out there
I wonder what goes through a newborn's eyes
If they know how important there actions lie
I wonder what goes through a soldiers mind
When he sees a bullet right before his eyes
I'f he knows he gonna die
But it's a sacrifice he chose right?
This life is twisted and sad
With all those people lying and dying
Whining and crying
Sighing and givin
From the moment they start livin
Working towards a death that's comin
Trying to escape an inevitable run in
There are those who run towards death
Throwing their lives away for something like meth
Giving up decency for theft
We strive for perfection
Try to give affection
Let the people we love know we love them
Before its to late to let them
Know how we feel
Life seems so surreal
Everything's jumbled up in a cloud of emotion
With all the commotion
I wonder how someone else feels about life
And strife
And all the things that go wrong
Or the things that make you wanna sing a song
It's all about perception
Each one of us makes a connection
That is our own
Purely ours right down to the bone
And what's the real message in what I'm writing?
These things we call thoughts that I'm
Abiding by and making mine
Just something I'm tryin to figure out
About this messed up thing we call livin
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Ill Follow You
Why do we try so hard
What makes us give our all
And why do we aspire
To reach the height
When were not ready
To take the fall
What makes us so unkind
And why must we desire
And take what we want
Why must we be the
Only ones who receive
Lord wont you take me
Take me and break me
Burn me with your fire
Our love that will take me
Take me and make me
Ill be
I will follow you
Why is it that now Im yours
Everything seems so bright
And why is it now I can
Live for each day
Without any fear of the night
Lord since I met you
I cant get you
Out of my head
My life was so lonely
Cos I was only
Living for myself
Our love
I will follow you
Chorus
Ill follow you
My days are right
Ill follow you
It seems so right
Ill follow you
Bad days are gone
Ill follow you
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Colour Of Death
Death is an art, more colourfull than the blue sky
No painters and composer can frame it
Death is much softer than the flying feather
It has a sweet soft music
Only the death traveller can listen it.
Death is more natural than the life
Life makes living cry weep and scream
But death is full of peace
No fury no anger, its just sleepy
Death is not greedy and demanding like life.
Life is a basket of greeds and desires
It desires to hold everything till the last breath.
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The Colour Of Death
Death is an art, more colourfull than the blue sky
No painters and composer can frame it
Death is much softer than the flying feather
It has a sweet soft music
Only the death traveller can listen it.
Death is more natural than the life
Life makes living cry weep and scream
But death is full of peace
No fury no anger, its just sleepy
Death is not greedy and demanding like life.
Life is a basket of greeds and desires
It desires to hold everything till the last breath
.
I
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Can we cheat death
Can we cheat death?
Think of immortality granted to human being
And immense powers to act like king
The lovely world may soon witness many tyrants
Where may live only powerful and giants
This is the only weapon god has kept in armory
That makes person all the time concerned and weary
If each part is allowed to be replaced in open market
They would never allow any one to die or let
There would have been no churches or temples
Nobody could have been seen with any kind of struggle
Surely human being is not to be trusted animal anytime
As it has been proved beyond doubt with certain crimes
Things are different and not taken that lightly
Human mind is such that may not allow leading happily
It is irony of fact and must be taken on front value
We are not contended with what ever is with us by virtue
Everybody is scared of death
Only while laying the wreath
It occurs to their mind of nothingness
Some kind of gloom descends and creates aloofness
Can the death be cheated any time?
This had puzzled me occasionally on several times
When person thinks of delivering good all the times
Yes death becomes useless tool in present time
"Death is just a stop for life and it starts again"
Not at the same place but somewhere else again
No one knows what will the form of another entity?
Surely it may be the prerogative of powerful almighty
Death may frighten but not defeat us at all
If that has been taken as divinity call
Fold the hands in open and just pray
That may vapor sometimes to give way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Anger.... what does it mean to me?
Anger isn't just a feeling, an emotion to detain. Anger is an action that desires the true intentions to burst forth from their towers and let be to roam about for it's own destiny. An action so precise that it with holds the power of concept of it's own imagination to soar. An action so horrid that an army has to refrian it's actions to stop before and 'accident' must occur. But is it an accident? If you purposely try to harm the uninnocent, and morely to the innocent, is it still just an accident? There are two sides to this question..................
Yes, because anger can build up for almost an entire life but one day it will break free and sometimes at the wrong person atthe wrong time in front of the wrong people. These accidents can come out completely wrong and then you are left ashamed and wit-minded. Whomever pushes the buttoms of a very ppeaceful person is only asking for trouble so therefore, no one expects any one to sit in a corner and take all of the stress with out acting out. It is just unsafe and unhealthy to the person itself!
And no it is not an accident because most people can control their temper, it just depends on te person and the moment it takes place in and the amount of anger excluded. The human temper is short, but once you go that short distance, you can sometimes hold out for awile longer. And once you notice that your temper level is getting too high, you tend to act on it by doing something regretful towards either the person causing the anger or the wrong person in general.
So anger is just more than that of an emothion, it is a feeling and an action. It only goes soul deep.......
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Lost and forgotten
Why are we so helpless and fear death?
It scares me even with idea of laying wreath?
What sort of sad scene to send tears down!
Person may be altogether lost and forgotten
God decided to introduce it as final resort
He did not think of any steps for person to deport
It was left to be decided by individual concern
Everybody was expected to come back or return
If it was left to person’s choice
Then he would never have preferred death or demise
He should have gone for all the remedies
Even would have created wall of children and ladies
God feared some thing of this nature may come up
The human being will not yield to any set up
Death could create permanent fear in the mind
So this was the easiest way of deterrence to find
Some day he may develop the sense of going closer
Pray for reprieve, donate generously and not act as miser
The wealth may create the sense of insecurity and force to seek
The blessings from the God before he may start falling sick
Not all the wealthy, influential or powerful men fear death
There is no discrimination mentioned in any of the faith
Names are given with different indication but meaning same
They will be shocked to find it when finally come
Those who surrender and wish to lead happy life
May matter less to them if caused by nature, sickness or edge of knife
This is only cycle that has been made for all
Even Prophets, Messiahs and even lord had to respond to the call
This is formidable weapon and most dangerous
It sways, stays and plays havoc continuous
No one can dare to take extreme steps in anticipation
Either it has full commitment or enough participation
Think for a moment the unruly scene in the absence of death
No one will be afraid of any consequences including wrath
The human will kill human and keep under domination
As he will have no fear of answering any question
The death of near one makes him to wonder little
For a moment he will be shocked and feel unsettled
This will make him feel the futility of life as such
He may get wind out of it and involve not much
The person can be purified with little admission
Guilty feeling may push him toward confusion
If can surrender or feel so towards the end
There may be enough of scope to feel sad and mend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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