Disillusion
When fires have burnt your forest bare and black,
And you are parched and dizzy, and search in vain
For pools in dust unvisited of rain,
And shamble, lost, along a shimmering track,
This is the comfort of the world: “Alack!
So youth’s illusions die, that we may gain
Wisdom and strength to face our lifelong pain,
The truth, from which no man shall turn him back.”
Falter for no such melancholy lies,
For by one holy touch the spirit is healed
To know its treasure of sight and sound and scent;
Veil after veil the earthborn fogs arise,
Star beyond star the heavens are then revealed,
And truth is fair in love’s enlightenment.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Pain Is Gain.
Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.
No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.
Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.
poem by Darlington Chukwunyere
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Relying On The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit is enough for me, as I’ve been sealed for eternity,
Sealed, by The Spirit of Christ, with His guarantee of Eternal Life;
The Spirit, the only teacher I need, as Truth, He helps me to heed,
Guiding me through all my days, for Christ’s Glory and His Praise.
For The Spirit opened my eyes, to discern Truth from Satan’s lies,
Teaching me the Ways of God, while led by Christ’s staff and rod,
Growing in His Truth and Love, assisted by His Spirit, from above,
Teaching me God’s Truth day to day, as I travel life’s Narrow Way.
It’s the work of God’s Holy Spirit, to shed light on Truth as I hear it,
Revealing Truths, that I never heard, from God’s Holy, Living Word.
From The Truth, revealed to men, by God’s Spirit, I am Born Again,
Believing in Christ and Him alone, I became one of God’s very own.
As God’s Spirit led me to believe, The Truth of God I would receive,
Believing the Saving Truth of Christ, I received in the Spirit New Life,
And at that very time and place, my life was changed, by His Grace,
Never again would it be the same; all by the power of Christ’s Name.
It is in Christ, that I now abide, through The Spirit, Who dwells inside,
And in God’s Spirit, I fully rely, in the same power from God on high,
Sent to comfort Children of God, while they journey this earthly sod,
Who will also, soon snatch us away, to Heaven on that Glorious day.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
Sonnet: Truth Of Earthly-life
Behind the veil of affluence and 'peace',
There lies the scars of parental neglect;
Of broken homes, substance abuse, disease;
Disharmony and lack of love, infect.
Behind the veil of etiquette, high-style,
Exists a world of immorality;
Discontent, selfishness, arrogance, wile;
Of pride and lack of spirituality.
Behind the veil of civilization,
There lies much truth as scary as a ghost;
Prevailing 'midst society and nations,
Of evils, vices, cruelty, friendship lost.
This is the truth we learn of earthly-life;
Both soul and God are ignored 'midst our strife.
poem by John Celes
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i see you rise from the ashes
to become a star
up there in the skies
you glitter
in the deep black night
you are glorious in your light
the distance between us
this separation
stone am i in this garden
star you are to the heavens
there is only silence
and up there you do not see me
you do not even remember perhaps
the significance of any stone
or dust
you were once just a dust
on a leaf
you once were but a patch of me
oh, i watch you tonight
oh, you glorious star in the heavens
you have been given a place with the gods and goddesses
but in a sense
i do not envy you
in truth i may have missed you
and i may have followed you
the ways and means that i have taught you
how to be a star how to be a shining glory
but i didn't
i like it here
i love it here in this little garden of earth
where i am but a stone
for these little ants where they are building a home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Rise From The Ashes To Become A Star
i see you rise from the ashes
to become a star
up there in the skies
you glitter
in the deep black night
you are glorious in your light
the distance between us
this separation
stone am i in this garden
star you are to the heavens
there is only silence
and up there you do not see me
you do not even remember perhaps
the significance of any stone
or dust
you were once just a dust
on a leaf
you once were but a patch of me
oh, i watch you tonight
oh, you glorious star in the heavens
you have been given a place with the gods and goddesses
but in a sense
i do not envy you
in truth i may have missed you
and i may have followed you
the ways and means that i have taught you
how to be a star how to be a shining glory
but i didn't
i like it here
i love it here in this little garden of earth
where i am but a stone
for these little ants where they are building a home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Favorite Star of Mine.
Far above in that sky,
Is a small star of mine,
Star where life exists,
That star shines brighter then light.
It is the star of fascination for me,
It is the star of my fantasy,
It is the star of my dreams,
It is the star that belongs to me.
A star that is all alone,
A star that is full of love,
A star where I have to reach,
A star of my dreams.
It is the star that lies beyond the sun,
It is the star of ultimate truth,
It is star of love and peace,
It is star where my soul lives.
It is the one to call me,
It is the one to attract me,
It is the one I’ll love to see,
It is the one I have to reach.
poem by Anurag Kumar
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Burning Bridges
Hell above
Your star is below
There's no comprehension
There's no voice of reason here
Fairy tales dividing
Broken wings unfold
Before you
Take a look at what you've become
[chorus]
Hell above
Your star is below
All I see
Covered in dirt
Hell above
Your star is below
All hope dies
Burning Bridges
I'll take the truth before trust
When the world comes crashing down
Embrace the pain
In a world of lies
(YOW!)
I'll take the truth before trust
Flight betrayed you
Clipped your own
Take a look at what you've become
One truth for you
song performed by by Kittie
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Monads Anthem
One is the ever blazing star
Sword of the immortal world
And highest light
Yes, this is our star.
Out star is ever rising
Borm of the eternal lamp
And holy fire
Mighty burning mountain
The everlasting love of one is
One is one is one is one is one is
One is the ever kindling star
King of the immortal spark
In heavens eye
Yes, this is our star.
Yes, this is our star.
Our star our star.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Kiss The Rain
Quiet rain at starlit night
Without bow and without sound
Fallen to wet the ground
Dropping from another world
The girl in the rain
Without shelter and with a dog
Walking and searching for a way out
With steady steps toward a dim light in the front
People in the rain
Watching her and hard to believe
Is she wandering without an aim
Why she is so assured by herself
Face up and kiss the rain
She stops and stares at a star with smile
She knows the star is never far away
The star is watching her everyday
The star knows her and the dog better than anybody else
The star will lead her home and always stay and never walk away
It’s her star
It’s her dog
It’s her rain
It’s the rain from the star
poem by Michael Guo
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
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A Battle Within
Being nibbled on by The Spirit, through God’s Word, as you hear it,
Chipping away at the great divide, which has been built deep inside.
Removing the veil upon the heart, which hinders Truth Christ departs,
The only truth that sets men free, from the lies that bind you and me.
The Lord will not force your hand, to make you come to understand,
Those deeper truths in His Word, from the preaching you have heard.
The Lord shall use The Holy Spirit to, unveil your heart inside of you,
The heart that’s hardened by a life, that opposes God’s Will in Christ.
This opposition creates a war inside, a battle which cannot be denied,
A battle of one’s will and mind, where God’s Truth becomes maligned,
As you are stalked by the enemy, to blind your eyes so you can’t see,
The many pages of Scriptural proof, of God’s liberating Eternal Truth.
Now captive to Satan’s wicked plan, deceiving the heart of every man,
He’s at work to deceive man’s heart, so from the Truth they will depart.
But The Holy Spirit works patiently, helping your heart and mind to see,
That only God’s Truth sets you free, from Satan’s evil, twisted travesty.
We have not the spirit of this world, when his deception at us is hurled,
Instead we have the Spirit of Jesus Christ, if indeed, we have New Life.
As Believers we must turn from sin, while filling our heart with only Him,
Paying no mind to Satan’s reproof, as Christ leads us with God’s Truth.
My Dove, My Beautiful One
My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs:
Arise, arise,
My dove, my beautiful one!
I wait by the cedar tree,
My sister, my love,
White breast of the dove,
My breast shall be your bed.
The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head.
My fair one, my fair dove,
Arise, arise!
poem by James Joyce
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To Stare Truth Directly in the Eye
Unaware, kept in the darkness
Like bread of life lies were offered and consumed
Accepted in my youthful innocence
Oh what a tormenting grip on me you held
I knew not when the veil was lifted
With such swiftness the floodgates would be opened
Truth pouring forth, surging with mighty force
Consuming like a fire, purging the essence of my soul
Freeing memories from a haunted past
I beg the world not look upon me with contempt
For truth to me were the lies I had been fed
A child being nurtured in the guise of righteousness
Innocence being bathed in unholy transgression
When the truth to me was revealed
I tried to hide my face from light
Tried to hide the shame
Tried to be consumed in pain
Longed for darkness all around
Oh such a frightening thing to stare truth directly in the eye
It ushers in revelations of the past
Now embracing what was mine all along
For truth had not been stolen away
Only locked away for me to find
All along the key was me
Oh such a freeing thing to stare truth directly in the eye
poem by Jennifer Batch
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A May Night on the Mountains
’Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin,
These long ‘small hours’ of night,
When grass is crisp, and the air is thin,
And the stars come close and bright.
The moon hangs caught in a silvery veil,
From clouds of a steely grey,
And the hard, cold blue of the sky grows pale
In the wonderful Milky Way.
There is something wrong with this star of ours,
A mortal plank unsound,
That cannot be charged to the mighty powers
Who guide the stars around.
Though man is higher than bird or beast,
Though wisdom is still his boast,
He surely resembles Nature least,
And the things that vex her most.
Oh, say, some muse of a larger star,
Some muse of the Universe,
If they who people those planets far
Are better than we, or worse?
Are they exempted from deaths and births,
And have they greater powers,
And greater heavens, and greater earths,
And greater Gods than ours?
Are our lies theirs, and our truth their truth,
Are they cursed for pleasure’s sake,
Do they make their hells in their reckless youth
Ere they know what hells they make?
And do they toil through each weary hour
Till the tedious day is o’er,
For food that gives but the fleeting power
To toil and strive for more?
poem by Henry Lawson
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Sad But The Truth Is On
There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Star,
Star,
Star that created this philosophy,
I need me,
Only me and the sun that shine,
Starstruck is the world,
Imagine,
Your credibility,
Make this star Incredible,
Your ressurection,
The making of the son Star,
How Exuberant,
How I love Truth,
Truth will prevail and never die.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Behind The Veil
She always stands alone and nobody wants her,
He always stands alone and nobody wants him,
Behind the veil with the truth;
Open the waters to expose matters,
Like when success fails to come in.
Cheerful and childish,
Lonely and hopeless,
Better as expected from the traditions of the people;
A Philosophy,
A Notebook,
Like guns without a veil when being exposed;
Here are the experimental overviews.
Individualism,
Promoted on ignorance;
Always alone without a friend,
Like when the rains fail to come.
Behind the veil,
But if you think, do reason;
Behind the veil,
But if you learn, do know;
In this life,
Every once a while there is the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Veil
Her spirit floats above the ground
Whispering in his ear
He hasn't lost what he had found
It's just that he can't hear
But every night inside his dreams
They have a rendezvous
The veil's pulled back, there is no screen
And they travel toward the Throne Room
It's many, many timelines away
She tells him it's millions of miles
But the only reality for him right then
Is her dazzlingly pure white smile
Her hair is blown in wilderness waves
And it smells like tuberose
Her gown's aglow with glittering light
And he wonders what all that she Knows
Then in a flash they both arrive
And a man is standing there
Intuitively they bow their heads
As they breathe in the rarefied air
The man reaches out to take their hands
And the three of them now are One
Oh rapture, and bliss, and ecstasy then
As together their energies hummed!
And the husband knew that he was Love
And only Love was Truth
On Earth he'd sensed it in his heart
But humans sometimes need proof
And all his thoughts were not his own
But practically downloaded there
Where wisdom lives in omniscient zones
While our souls are naked and bare
Then after a while it was time to go
Back into material form
So she cradled his face now full of woe
And his mouth with kisses adorned
Back through the veil that she closed this time
And leaving a faint small crack
And whispering into his ear again
'Tomorrow my sweet, I'll be back.'
poem by Sara Fielder
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Fourth Sunday In Lent
When Nature tries her finest touch,
Weaving her vernal wreath,
Mark ye, how close she veils her round,
Not to be traced by sight or sound,
Nor soiled by ruder breath?
Who ever saw the earliest rose
First open her sweet breast?
Or, when the summer sun goes down,
The first soft star in evening's crown
Light up her gleaming crest?
Fondly we seek the dawning bloom
On features wan and fair,
The gazing eye no change can trace,
But look away a little space,
Then turn, and lo! 'tis there.
But there's a sweeter flower than e'er
Blushed on the rosy spray -
A brighter star, a richer bloom
Than e'er did western heaven illume
At close of summer day.
'Tis Love, the last best gift of Heaven;
Love gentle, holy, pure;
But tenderer than a dove's soft eye,
The searching sun, the open sky,
She never could endure.
E'en human Love will shrink from sight
Here in the coarse rude earth:
How then should rash intruding glance
Break in upon HER sacred trance
Who boasts a heavenly birth?
So still and secret is her growth,
Ever the truest heart,
Where deepest strikes her kindly root
For hope or joy, for flower or fruit,
Least knows its happy part.
God only, and good angels, look
Behind the blissful screen -
As when, triumphant o'er His woes,
The Son of God by moonlight rose,
By all but Heaven unseen:
As when the holy Maid beheld
Her risen Son and Lord:
Thought has not colours half so fair
That she to paint that hour may dare,
In silence best adored.
The gracious Dove, that brought from Heaven
The earnest of our bliss,
Of many a chosen witness telling,
On many a happy vision dwelling,
Sings not a note of this.
So, truest image of the Christ,
Old Israel's long-lost son,
What time, with sweet forgiving cheer,
He called his conscious brethren near,
Would weep with them alone.
He could not trust his melting soul
But in his Maker's sight -
Then why should gentle hearts and true
Bare to the rude world's withering view
Their treasure of delight!
No--let the dainty rose awhile
Her bashful fragrance hide -
Rend not her silken veil too soon,
But leave her, in her own soft noon,
To flourish and abide.
poem by John Keble
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The veil that covered her face
That veil was the first symbolism
Of her lies, it covered
The truth of her origin,
Her face underneath, you never really
Saw the truth of her eyes,
You were blinded by the cloth
You were tempted by the part that was still covered,
When the veil was lifted
It was then that you saw, the truth, of what was felt,
You wanted to back out,
And stop the ceremony of a commitment
But there were lots of people in the church
Ready to clap their hands, after the much awaited kiss
You kissed her, and the people clapped in
Jubilation of your beginnings
You did not really mean it,
But it was too late; you have already sealed the contract
With that kiss and all the people in the church clapped their hands
The rest in your life to come shall be without the participation
Of your senses.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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