Mistaken Priorities - 0973 - Current Version
Mistakes we made are coming home to roost.
too little energy remains to boost.
A la recherche du temps perdu we flee
another act's attacked, the will to see
is often absent from the script, see Proust,
as 'havoc and the guns of war' are loosed.
We flee towards an end both known, unknown,
follow a path which our own past has sown,
here straight, there stony, everywhere its key
to city_zen in tune with Destiny
inscribed in cyphered symbols should be shown
not cast away, wind willy-nilly blown.
But fear of fear too often dissipates
impressions outlined by the hand that Fate's
swift moving finger writes for clarity,
when blind eye's turned, and spurned self charity,
then senseless seem priorities, debates
are blurred where truth all pride of place vacates.
When writing on the wall anticipates
the fall to come, the storm which tumbles dates
from palm oasis in whate'er degree.
mistakes are made as visibility
is lacking, insight dawning far too late
to save the game that Time's tides terminate.
the current lack.
Some look for truth, if truth there be, yet wait
on miracle that must emancipate
the will to change uncertain outlook find,
toil, trouble, hubble-bubble left behind.
But many fool themselves, prevaricate,
berating blindness they'd eliminate.
There's none so blind as those who will not see,
refuse to act where fact is found to be
in contradiction to lip-service paid
to hope for scope and insights wise obeyed
for actions much delayed must compromise
success where false excuse opt out supplies.
Today's priorities tomorrow fade,
turn sour before their zest to rest is laid,
dissolve distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed one day before,
incorporated into causal braid,
is trumped with basic instincts disobeyed.
Veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid
divorced from light by self-inflicted shade,
with passing sigh to signify too soon
both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune.
Mistakes unmended leave man's world afraid
of shadows lack of confidence displayed.
What's left, sewn through waft-weft of life's rapports,
serves not, rots vision clear, fears what's in store
for others, for oneself - life's game is played
with Life ignoring Death's amoral spade.
Timed candle splutters, fame, flame rise no more,
darkness enshrouds those who hope's shutters draw.
(8 April 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Global Idol Idyll - 0973 - Current Version
What were priorities of yesterday?
Subsistence fraught with much fragility,
man's coil unshuffled soon, as end of play
stem cut from rose bloom, life-expectancy
short, caught in superstition cowled in grey,
or shaman stripping Easter Island's tree.
Fee none avoid when piper waits on pay.
Mistakes men made are coming home to roost.
A la recherche du temps perdu most flee
too little energy remains to boost.
Vision absent, in new century,
this global village veers off script: see Proust.
Pollution, pillage, menace land and sea,
as 'havoc and the gods of war' are loosed.
We flee towards an end both known, unknown,
here straight, there stony, seldom seem in key,
follow a path which our own past has sown,
what city_zen's in tune with Destiny?
Faith's sculptured cyphered symbols should be shown
to hold lost truth ruthless modernity
has cast away, wind willy-nilly blown.
Volcanic, Mother Nature Iceland fires,
Frost's 'Fire and Ice' combine to offer clouds
no silver lining, scorches most desires,
unemployment offers idle crowds
whose idol 'I'm_material' requires
waste for the sake of waste till ash-cloth shrouds
bury dopes' hopes as role control backfires.
Some look for truth, if truth there be, yet wait
on chance, advance, just motives undermined,
seek miracle that must emancipate
the will to change, new open outlook find.
Too many fool themselves, prevaricate,
toil, trouble, hubble-bubble trail behind
berate self-blindness few eliminate.
But fear of fear too often dissipates
both sense and inner sensitivity,
impressions outlined by the hand that Fate's
swift moving finger writes for clarity,
then senseless seem priorities, debates,
when blind eye's turned by grovel vanity,
and vested interest pride of place vacates.
No writing on the wall anticipates
decline and fall, can versatility
sidestep, swim from, storm maelstrom tumbling dates
from palm oasis in whate'er degree,
to save man's game Time's tide can terminate.
Mistakes are made as visibility
is lacking, insight dawning far too late.
There's none so blind as those who will not see,
for actions much delayed must compromise
success where false excuse is found to be
but ruse refusing acts where fact supplies
evidence of misuse, humanity
manipulates heedless to blue planet's cries,
extracts from Nature's generosity.
Hope for true scope, with insights wise obeyed,
is countered by misMANagement, strife sore,
shadowy lack of confidence displayed
behind bluff mask, aggression, rifled store,
MAN_'tis game regardless idols preyed
proves riddle rarely idyll, unjust law
spurns common weal, would Fate's spun ignore.
Veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid
both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune
divorced from light by self-inflicted shade,
with passing sigh to signify too soon
in contradiction to lip-service paid
no generation's proved its acts as boon
throughout Earth's girth through time, man's vain parade.
What's left, sewn through waft-weft of life's rapports,
suffers from fear of Death's amoral spade,
learns no lessons, prudence spurns, tooth, claw,
enjoys its self-destruction, hand out-played,
serves not, rots vision clear, fears what's in store,
yet errors unmended leave man's world afraid
as progress is divorced from natural law.
Today's priorities tomorrow fade,
dissolve distorted by Time's tug of war.
turn sour before their zest to rest is laid.
What all important seemed one day before,
incorporated into causal braid,
is dropped for gain immediate, more! more!
is trumped with basic instincts disobeyed.
When karmic candle hour's done, rich and poor,
pomp, power, cower, race, pace, trace forgotten,
darkness enshrouds all, Nature's shutters draw
a blind, close up close down man ill-begotten.
(11 April 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mistakes - 0973 - Initial Version
Mistakes we made are coming home to roost.
Too little energy remains to boost
another act as now the will to see
is absent from the script, and, quoting Proust,
'à la recherche du temps perdu' we flee.
We flee towards an end both known, unknown,
follow a path which our own past has sown,
here straight, there stony, everywhere its key
inscribed in cyphered symbols should be shown
to city_zen in tune with Destiny.
But fear of fear too often dissipates
impressions outlined by the hand that Fate's
swift moving finger writes, for clarity
is blurred by those rejecting truth's debates,
who blind eye turn to visibility
when writing on the wall anticipates
the fall to come, the storm which tumbles dates
from palm oasis in whate'er degree.
We look to truth, if truth there be, too late
to ride Time's tide towards eternity.
What visibility emancipates
the will to change where change anticipates
uncertain outlook, where transparency
drives home fears blindness would eliminate?
There's none so blind as those who will not see.
(3 December 2001)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Priorities
PRIORITIES
Today’s priorities tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed one day before
turns sour before its zest to rest is laid,
incorporated into causal braid,
what’s left sewn through waft-weft of life’s rapports.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
Timed candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh thrilled head’s held high, yet soon
both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune.
f[l]ame = flame fame lame l'âme aim am me
3 December 2001 revised 10 December 2008
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Priorities
Priorities today, tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed the day before
turns sour before appointed hour, is laid
aside by patterns Cause, Effect may braid
into the waft and weft of their rapport.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself, - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
The candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh-space head’s held high, yet soon
all is dissolved for slum or silver spoon...
3 December 2001
poem by Jonathan Robin
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His Greatest Masterpiece
There is nothing I can say
There is nothing I can do
To show how sorry I really am
And my love for you is true
I hope to move the mountain
Lord knows that I am trying
Every time I speak the truth
You think that I am lying
I didn't do it by myself
Had help from God above
He showed my the err of my ways
And turned my pride to love
He knows the mistakes that I have made
And forgave me anyway
He gives me hope for tomorrow
By changing me today
My heart was full of sorrow
And He brought out my best
Because of you I sought the Lord
With your spirit I was blessed
I hope you walk this path with me
My love please take my hand
I'll take you from my private hell
Into the promise land
For His promise is never broken
Like the ones I made before
The life that I once gave you
Won't be like that anymore
He's shown me you, through his eyes
You're a treasure from above
You are His greatest masterpiece
You fill me full of love.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Ire On Cross Sect_I_On Spire Pyre
Black books some find
grant ease of mind
responsibility
remove behind
dark veil and blind
bewailing liberty.
Life should be led,
shared, free from lead
respectability,
What lies ahead?
Hell? lies, instead
seems crass conformity.
Lip service paid
by man or maid
to bias, bigotry,
replace game played,
joy unafraid,
with sects that narrow be.
Turn more to hope
for increased scope
throughout life's comedy,
beware time's rope
that hangs who grope
for creeds rarely agree
on godhead fair
with love to spare,
or core divinity.
Seek self - truth's there -
'ware cupboards bare,
wraith faiths' fatuity.
23 April 2010
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Choice Channels Choice Channels Choice Current Version
Is Man Free Will or karmic puppet strung
upon Fate's juggling whim with sting or stung
dependant on some déjà vu song sung
by Time's wind blown?
Thus, 'What is Truth? ' if logic's made to fit
some preconceived ideas, Cartesian kit:
'The moving finger writes, and having writ
moves on' to clone
another pawn whose dawn is followed soon
by blight or boon, pride's sunny afternoon
is swift supplanted by black night. Buffoon
who would gold own!
Who seeks control, spurns writing on the wall
is often role-reversed, flight's final fall,
who takes theme 'dream supreme', who 'hears the call'
may be just drone.
What Tao to follow, what gleans win, means lose,
what grief's choice try, buy, what joy's track refuse?
Hindsight finds, binds vice voice to confuse
what's light, what's stone.
Hindsight tricks weal's wicks, drum double-bind,
dream mirage offers hesitating mind,
as what before remains, what's left behind,
hopes overthrown,
depends on more than superficial weave wound
on waft and weft success or failure found,
on pride or fall. Peak's call, cave underground,
mirth, dearth, atone.
Insight holds good when goal's perceived, race run
with trust, integrity, deception shunned,
with Fate's thread spun what seems done's just begun,
take stock alone.
Seconds spin, dissolve, fresh mesh weaves lace,
flesh minutes in strange sequence, interlace
the hours which daily years refresh to race
Ganesh unknown.
Each thought wave ripples out, conceives trump's ace
as cause/effect relationship few trace
and fewer find the time to interface
fate's seeds unsown.
All makes sense when channelled, radar's trace
decodes what static seems to those who'd lace
the edges of their cells of time and place
together thrown
Time deceives, re-edits joy, disgrace
here tosses coin, replaces tail with face,
there spin repeats, initial choice erase
with cards unshown.
What some believe as Gospel state of grace,
others hold heresy, biased debunk, debase.
Black, white, day, night, lack insight to replace
with hid what's shown.
On ignorance creeds feed, doubts cleave to base
on certanties' tease, insecure, they chase
from fount to font minds blind or lower case,
can't call their own
trust, tolerance leave or misplace
understanding, for neighbours living space
to foster common interest with good grace,
not pick a bone.
Thread pattern, fractal facettes reeve, erase
retinal after-image to encase
the here and now in setting far from base,
hear 'how's' tune-tone.
Thought waves pushmi-pully, surge, merge,
heave sigh of relief, burst bottlenecks embrace
Change interlink to ink invent, deplace
accent ‘chance' blown.
Surf foams with make-believe, fears future's face
leaves fall, leave echo [c]old, untold, embrace
the stirrings of another zeitgeist's pace
as challenge prone.
Second thoughts conjur hell or saving grace,
momentum gathered rushes on a-pace,
continuous, relentless, rolling race
to the unknown.
[19 June 2012]
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Decisions
DECISIONS
When choice, once clear, uncertain grows,
when confidence is in the throes
of conflict as the hands of fate
turn counter-clockwise, retrograde,
decisions must be made.
As lost hands may not be replayed
act, don’t delay, and fears may fade,
so plan ahead, anticipate
life’s pattern to its ebbs and flows
key in, diverting current woes.
When doubt, once abstract, shadows throws
to dim the spirit’s inner flows,
the mind must not procrastinate,
though expectations seem betrayed
where visibility has greyed.
Decisions must in time be made.
Tomorrowrs no safe barricade!
As rates of Change accelerate
Chance cannot, even if it chose,
avert Time’s arrows, flighty b[l]ows.
No door remains forever closed.
Internal or external foes
undermine the strongest state.
Initiative displayed
may turn the sharpest blade.
Decisions, if delayed,
beyond all reason Reason trade
for self destruction, - taken late
may compromise, harm, or foreclose
free choice, voice suffocate.
22 June 2005
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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No Fool No More
Packed up all the pain
Left the tears outside my door
And Im not gonna be the one
Whos left out in the rain no more
I see it so clearly
The writing is on the wall
Tellin me Im gonna be
Alright after all
Now I open my eyes
And I finally wise, no, no
No fool no more
No fool no more
Not like before
Not the way it used to be
No fool no more
No tears this time
cause this time Im wise
To the game thats been goin on
And Im not gonna be no fool no more
Ooh
Oohoohoohooh
No fool
No room for sad regrets
cause the past is done and gone
And Ive learned that its time that makes you wise
And truth that makes you strong
You thought you were so cool
Pull the wool right over my heart
But now you see that you cant keep
This heart in the dark
cause I see through your eyes
Wont be blind one more time, no, no
No fool no more
No fool no more (no fool, baby)
Not like before
Not the way it used to be
No fool no more
No tears this time (no tears, baby)
cause this time Im wise (Im wise)
To the game thats been goin on (to the game, uh, uh)
And Im not gonna be no fool no more
Gonna pull my heart together
Gonna leave the past behind
Gonna get to somethin better
Put you out of my mind, yeah
Im gonna be strong
Im gonna be fine
I just want you to know
That Im not gonna be no fool no more
No fool (no, no) no more
Not like before (not like before, baby)
Not the way (not the way) it used to be (oh, no)
No fool no more (no, no, no, no, no)
No tears this time (no more tears)
cause this time Im wise (not cryin for you, baby)
To the game thats been goin on (whoa)
And Im not gonna be no fool no more (mmm, mmm, mmm, no)
No fool no more (no fool no more)
Not like before (not like before)
Not the way (no, no) it used to be (oh, ho, oh, ho, ho)
No fool no more
No tears this time (no tears this time, baby)
cause this time Im wise (cause this time Im wise, yeah)
To the game thats been goin on (alright)
And Im not gonna be no fool no more (no fool no more)
No fool (no fool) no more (no more)
Not like before (not like before)
Not the way (not the way) it used to be (it used to be)
No fool no more (oohoohooh)
No tears this time (baby, baby, baby)
cause this time Im wise (I cant waste my time on you, baby)
To the game thats been goin on (no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, uh-huh)
And Im not gonna be no fool no more
No fool no more (no fool no more)
Not like before (not like before)
Not the way it used to be
song performed by by En Vogue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fears of a teenage mafioso
Fear of love,
Fear of pain,
Fear of the unforgiving cane,
Fear of lies,
Fear of sighs,
Fear of those distraught eyes,
Fear for the unknown,
Fear for the known,
Fear of everything combined,
Fear is what makes me blind,
Fear is what makes me think,
and act in blind accordance,
Hindering the world around me,
Hence, My Fear of myself
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear of confusion,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear won’t let me escape
Fear mocks me, watching
Fear taunts me, waiting
Fear of losing,
Fear you cannot see,
Fear dealt upon thee.
Fear of darkness and death,
Fear of a dead comrade,
Fear of a gun being cocked,
Fear of being endlessly stalked,
Fear of time,
Fear of all the crime,
Fear of the undesirable truth,
Fear for the good.
Fear for the sake of life,
Fear of the neighbors next door,
Fear of the secretive man in the subway,
Fear of the revolutionary uproar,
Fear is to not rejoice your living,
Fear for the sake of your life,
But to fear is to forsake it.
Fear is to have no hope in life,
Fear of the fear of fear,
We need no reason to fear,
For fear has no reason for itself.
I guess life is just like that,
To fear for no reason,
For to fear is not to reason,
But to reason is to fear.
To fear for the sake of fear,
Is fear for fear,
So let me think,
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
poem by David daveres
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So Afraid
My pains gone numb over these darkened years
Form a pristine lake with these falling tears
I want to change, I never will
I'm so afraid of the way I feel
A clouded mind a troubled past
Emotions concealed behind my mask
Doubt and mistrust have made me blind
Afraid of what emotions I may find
Not one friend that I could trust
Distant memories begin to rust
Afraid of regret and loss of hope
Washed up dreams left out to soak
Thoughts so clear begin to fade
For mistakes are now being paid
Inside im so afraid
poem by Nic Hillen
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Face It
How many times do I have to tell you
That things just can't go on this way
We've tried so many times but things go on the same
We've spent one too many years in all this pain
And the light is shining in your eyes
And still it makes you wonder
(Chorus)
It's time we face it (are you blind can't you see)
It's time we face it
How long will we go on playin' this fool's game
How long will a candle burn its flame
We've tried, we've tried so man times, so many ways
When will we ever learn from our mistakes
And the point is either right or wrong
'Cause when I'm weak then I am strong
And the truth will find us all someday
And the price is more than you can pay
It's time we face it (are you blind can't you see)
It's time we face it (can't go on in misery)
It's time we face it (was it really meant to be)
It's time we face it (I don't know)
It's time we face it
song performed by by Kansas
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Tomorrow's Another Day
Tomorrow [b]rings tomorrow, s[tr]ings today
Across life's pillow-billow board, day, night,
Karmic sable, ivory insight.
Each must life's lyrics swing his/her own way.
Time's menace - trick oasis sent to play
Its cards to chaos compensate or right.
Master dream wave patterns, second sight.
Enjoy life’s game untamed, don’t, blind, obey,
Or rate Fate's twists disturbing serpent's sway.
Filter 'impossibility' - hope's light shines bright
Fight boredom and monototny as trite.
Nature teaches: overreach past spray.
Only open searching springs release,
Will Cause, Effect, combine, fine tune, find peace...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Nothing Left Behind Us
You never know what we could be in store for
The way it goes were in for more of the same
One step beyond the flame
The thread of life, the finely woven pattern
Reveals designs in silent laughter and rhyme
One picture at a time
Chorus:
There aint nothing left behind us
Not a doubt inside us
If the angel calls tomorrow, theres nothing we havent said
There aint nothing left behind us
Nothing but a blind trust
I would beg, steal or borrow to never lose you again
Its down to us to figure out the secret
Its not enough to wait for pieces to fall
The writing isnt on the wall
Take my hand, well face the fire together
To distant lands, but we can weather the storm
Keeping each other warm
Repeat chorus
Theres never been an easy way
Everybody is bound to make mistakes
You just do what you think is right
Then laugh til you cry til you scream at the night
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Richard Marx
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Bond and Soul Contract
If I made an excuse,
For each mistake I've made...
On a path I am still paving,
Along the way...
I would stay put and not adventure.
Or discover a fear,
That my actions aren't approved.
And I should select,
From a host of other...
Less challenging ventures.
But I am not here to prove I can undo,
What has been done.
Since I live my life unrehearsed.
On this Earth...
Under Moon, Stars and Sun!
And if I am cursed for not being perfect...
At least I am proud to learn,
I can fall, get up and stand!
To yearn.
And not be discouraged by obstacles,
Others are afraid to face alone.
Or come to comprehend,
And/or understand on their own.
I can chip away at boulders.
And still maintain my faith.
God has already shown to me...
Failures are man made.
And I am not here to claim failure,
As my fate!
Mistakes?
Yes!
Failures?
No!
I am not growing to identify 'that'...
As my destiny.
I am here to achieve,
Because I believe I can!
And I will...
Since I am the product,
Of My Father's desires!
AND...
To do what The Almighty chooses.
'That' is my bond and soul contract!
My Father and I keep in close contact.
In fact...
If My Father is not pleased,
With my deeds...
Guess who will be the first to know?
Guess to 'whom' I go to...
For my comfort and growth?
And that is why,
My survival...
Is dependent upon His confidence,
I am given!
To keep my movements unconfused.
And that is why 'we' do...
As My Maker and I choose.
If I made an excuse,
For each mistake I've made...
On a path I am still paving,
Along the way...
I would stay put and not adventure.
Or discover a fear,
That my actions aren't approved.
And I should select,
From a host of other...
Less challenging ventures.
I 'use' to do that...
When I was on my knees in tears.
Swept away by doubts that would appear.
And left to lay flat on my back!
Before I realized...
Who initiated and keeps,
My bond and soul contract intact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X
Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.
Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.
Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.
The truth of love
poem by Steve Bergwerff
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Today... 'The Fear of Isaac
The temple shook and it was filled with smoke
and all went silent as the Lord God spoke.
Woe was me filled with dread and all undone
I had seen the Lord, The Almighty One.
In the most holiest of places dwells He
unapproachable by the likes of me.
None may stand before Him or dare draw near
He is Omnipotent and His name is Fear.
To stand before His awful judgement throne
completely naked and all on my own.
My soul lit up under the light of God
all my deeds displayed and the paths I've trod.
My life exposed to His all seeing eyes
the truth made known about my life of lies.
Each deed displayed for all others to see
would be so dreadful and shameful for me.
Can anyone pass this great test of holiness?
One sin would condemn to unworthiness.
Is there any hope for the someone like me?
Oh where can I go or where can I flee?
Then I heard the tender voice of Jesus say
'Come to me for I am the only Way.'
'I've paid the price, God's law is satisfied'
'When upon the cross in your place I died.'
It's fearful to fall into the hands of God
but deliverance can come from the Lord.
But the fear God is the greatest of wisdom
for through Christ we enter into His kingdom.
So like Job let's fear God and shun evil.
Flee from the temptations of the devil
and then we sin in repentance we cry
'Lord wash us in Your blood or we shall die.'
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Anti-rule
We
are very
proud of our
reason and logic
but the crux of the
matter is that in fact
there are no such things!
Wisdom is our capital but
it can not run the business
of the baffling life, ever fast
changing historical knowledge
is our power but can not drive the
vehicle unknown which moving fast,
randomly, there is no static truth or the
truth straight but the biggest truth is that
there is no such truth, random changing
is the only rule but more puzzling are
the things when plays havoc the
anti-rules, riddle multiplies
in more complex riddles,
system breaks down
into miracles and
crushing your
vanity of
super intellect, no options are left to you
rather than to bow and awe! The more you
go deep the more you find deeper darkness
bewilderment is the only super king in the
kingdom of perplexity but the happy thing is
that contradiction of life is in full agreement
to disagree amicably till man gets any clue, I
hope we can, no matter whether it's me or you.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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God's Blessing
If you aren't brave enough to live your own life,
By doing those things you say you like...
But put off.
Because you claim,
You can not find time!
Don't lie to me about it.
I am living my life!
And not a moment too soon.
With mistakes.
Doubts.
Blemishes and flaws.
Fears and everything else involved.
I want to experience it all.
Exhausting God's blessing.
You can keep yours gift wrapped if you wish.
Delayed...
With each excuse you make,
To schedule priorities.
Fantasized and fairytaled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mesh
Below the surface this day I need it light
Inside dimension lies another sacrifice
Once out of reach, we never speak, we never compromise
As they turned to gold the edges froze and seemed to turn to
Ice
All flight departures assembled not returned
Left in these passions I looked but never learned
Theres hope, youve heard theres life in another world
Sometimes youll find that truth is never kind
In the ghost lies a portrait of space that time is never here
In the mind of a fallen man, an easy day in another land
Ship sails out to sea, away from me, I just stand and stare
Assassin clears his hands, I know that, and, I wasnt even
There
One day it came to mind we even leave the rest behind
Some day, I know, you get where you should go
Theres hope, youve heard theres life in another world
Sometimes well find that truth is never kind
One day it came to mind we even leave the rest behind
Some day, I know, we even get where we used to go
Theres hope, youve heard theres life in another world
song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Admit the truth
Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me, to my straight question.
At what time that day did you bring
Your wife from her bosses flat?
Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me to my straight question.
At what home did you get your maid
Aborted and at what cost to save your pride?
Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me to my straight question.
How many son-in-laws did you change
Before you set her in a wealthy lord?
Tell me the truth once in your life
Before you die a death of beach,
Having built your fort on illicit bricks.
Admit the truth at least only once.
20.03.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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