Turning Backs Away With Shut Lips
There is a campaign that permits,
Denying truth an existence.
And if allowed to continue...
Threatens a valued humanness.
Blinded in stubbornness,
Our very presence will become dismissed.
Finding no refuge in silence...
Nor an ignorance lifted into eternal bliss.
And turning backs away with shut lips,
Has created today's array of conflicts.
In a convenience so many have come to enjoy...
Unapposed and unrestricted!
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Unrestricted I am Lifted
More today,
Than any other day remembered...
I can say,
I am missing you in a way...
I can not explain.
Your presence is so vivid.
Your spirit has come to visit.
And I am feeling much subdued.
By you!
It is as if...
Your tender lips,
I could kiss.
More today,
Than any other day remembered...
I sit and wish,
We both could touch.
Your eyes and mine...
Upon us would rush,
That feeling we together knew so much!
Without a moment's delay.
And more today,
Than any other day remembered...
Thoughts of you linger.
The Sun reaches to penetrate through clouds.
As if to grant this meeting allowed.
Unrestricted I am lifted into your arms and held!
Nothing about you is resisted!
You are here...
Where my heart has always regretted your departure.
You are here...
And everywhere my steps imagines yours I hear.
Near...
Within me!
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Overblown
Remember when this nonsense began,
And you said that it didn't...
And dismissed it?
Remember when
The affects of this started,
To ripple in the wind?
And again you said I was demented?
I don't deny being patriotic then,
Or speaking my mind for unpopular causes.
Publicly crying and singing the blues?
I did that and receive shoulders that were frosted!
But never did I once,
Think I would see these days...
When ignorance would become popular,
And foolishness was praised!
Never did I think,
Values upheld would sit on the brink.
And tumble in the valley ushered there by the crazed!
Watching as I do,
A quality of life I screamed to save...
Be disrespected and accepted,
As it is in this way!
Remember when this nonsense began,
And you said that it didn't...
And dismissed it?
Remember when
The affects of this started...
Rippling gently in the wind?
And again you said I was demented,
'Retarded! '
Remember me saying your denials will come to haunt?
And your stubbornness is nothing for you to flaunt?
Remember me trying to pull you aside?
Trying to shake you awake...
Before this madness created an outbreak,
That will rise?
Remember when you told me to leave you alone?
Well...
You have finally gotten your wish,
And this unconditional chaos you allowed to grow
Unresisted...
Like your unattractive hips!
With you and others like this,
Who are blinded in surrounded 'crisis bliss'...
Has overblown!
'That' is the message you did not get,
But sits condoned!
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God's Creation
God’s tiny creatures are everywhere, on all the lands and in the air.
Everywhere you look there’s proof, of God’s Creation and His Truth.
Various creatures in a wide array, are on this earth and on display.
Placed by God for all men to see, while pointing hearts to eternity.
They are placed by God’s hand, as evidence to help all understand,
That all of creation is of The Lord, and it is a truth, not to be ignored.
As all will stand before The Creator, but do all accept Him as Savior?
The Truth alone will judge all men, as all theories will be condemned.
Men may deny all of God’s Truth, but they will stand without excuse.
For God says through revelation, Truth is stamped on His Creation.
Learned men can not comprehend, real truth, not devised by them.
And God’s Truth stands on its own, and it exists through God alone.
All God’s Truth and eternal design, goes far above the learned mind.
It’s only simple faith that you need, to look at creation and to believe,
That The Eternal God created it all, for man all alone is awfully small.
And the man’s mind is smaller still, that continues to reject God’s will.
God’s existence does not need man, but we were put into God’s plan.
God will continue on, they will see; continue on through all of Eternity.
It’s those who reject God’s Creation, who can’t embrace His Salvation.
But they will understand and will see, that He’s The God of all Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2005)
Maverick Voyages
Startling is the absence of vision.
It is clear these maverick voyages...
Have aborted from specifics.
It is as if an advancement towards the horizon,
Has been legislated to be dismissed.
And debating this,
Has led to retaliation.
And a resistance against its existence.
Maverick voyages have been declared annoyances!
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an acceptance of diversity.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an empathy for those in need.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an equality of all humanity.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an honesty believed or released.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is a hope that is wished!
However...
Balled fists prepared to strike and hit,
Is allowed to connect and inflict...
More hatred.
More resentment.
More bitterness...
Sitting in between grinding teeth that grit and spit!
Until all goodness felt,
Has been lifted to leave...
A mass obsession,
Depressed in aggressive anger!
Startling is the absence of vision.
It is clear these maverick voyages...
Have aborted from specifics.
It is as if an advancement towards the horizon,
Has been legislated to be dismissed.
And debating this,
Has led to retaliation.
And a resistance against its existence.
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Locked In Padded Cells
Remember those days when religion and politics,
Were said should not be mixed.
And those with their differences,
Had been the reason a greatness existed.
And opportunities to enjoy liberties,
Was a reality not to be questioned.
Well...
It certainly can not be the fault,
Of those who created such lofty ideals.
Or the appealing visions of those,
Who initiated what today is being opposed...
And considered to be utter nonsense.
Although the expense to continue conflicts,
Threatening those dreams once thought obtainable...
Seem to be lifted from something 'science fiction'.
And those fearing the visits from aliens,
Should themselves be strapped in strait jackets.
And locked in padded cells...
WITH whatever changing standards they value.
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Addictions Enslave
Rhythmic is the slowing down,
Of a once vibrant existence.
Limits placed upon an isolated consciousness...
Is set for all to witness a diminished outlook,
That comes.
This process has been progressing,
As a quality of life digresses...
In disrespecting acceptance.
They have been pimped.
Used as unchanged doormats.
Hoping if they kept lips tucked shut...
They would be bestowed and blessed,
With materialistic wishes for the rest of their lives.
They believed lies even delivered from their priests.
They had to keep and maintain a 'presence'.
Wishing never to ever see themselves as peasants.
And using every trick to pull to thrive on ignorance.
On bended knees they plead,
For a restoration of a gluttonous quality of life to return.
And finally they have received their wish!
An existence completed by greed that leaves them,
With backs burdened with stacked unhappiness.
Stunned by the stinging.
And pawns of a perfected deceit.
To get all of them to believe...
If they were in debt,
At least they would feel more patriotic.
Products of a medicated psychoticness.
And disposable with each available excuse made...
To have them disregard their investments,
Placed upon a valued sense of what and who they are.
Or were...
At this point!
And the vanishing need to keep feeding the marketing of fear.
A commodity used to fill the pockets of their abusers.
'Whew...
I'm glad you're done.
All you had to say was 'addictions enslave'.'
Yeah...
But 'where' is the flair in that?
There is no subjugation that devours its victims!
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The non-existent truth
The defined and undefined truth,
Endowed with knowledge or without knowledge,
Sometimes real or unreal,
Certainly including being and non-being,
Accepting that being is true,
Accepting the non-existence of being,
When the absence of existence means the negation of being,
Accepting that truth did not exist,
And it would have been true that it did not exist, at the same time,
Understanding that truth is eternal,
Imagining the idea of a non-existing world,
Before its own existence,
Accepting the universal and immortal truth,
So interchangeable with being,
While the universal never ceases of itself,
Recognizing the truth always existing in an eternal intellect,
While the created truth is not existing,
Understanding the created truth as not existing,
Remaining truth, when the true things have been destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when all true things can be destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when our minds can not see the truth itself,
Truth, being in sense, always as a consequence of its act.
Truth, not being in sense because
The sense does not know the truth it truly judges,
Even it judges truly about things,
The existent and non-existent truth.......
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
A philosophical poem about truth.(references: The Lankavatara Sutra, Mulamadhyamaka, The Vedanta-Sutras and Spinoza.)
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The Eternal Trinity
God, The Holy Spirit and The Son as The Godhead are three in one.
As The Spirit hovered over darkness, God and Christ created Bliss.
And God filled His new creation with ample creatures and vegetation.
Then God placed man in a special lineage and created man in His image.
But that paradise God would make was spoiled by that ancient snake.
So Eternal God who created all had to then redeem man from his fall.
The Word of God speaks to men, through the power of The Holy Spirit.
But since all men are condemned most of them don’t want to hear it.
The sin created by the fall lead God to use Moses to point out The Law.
Man is not saved by The Law but is accountable and destined to fall.
But Moses pointed to a one like him who would save man from his sin.
And The Holy union of three, work together as The Eternal Trinity.
God The Father and The Eternal One, sent to the world His Only Son.
For God as a spirit who can not die, gave Christ a body for you and I.
His body was to be a sacrifice so that men could have Eternal Life.
Today men lead by The Spirit preach this Truth to all who will hear it.
Christ died and He rose again, for He is The Beginning and The End.
The Holy Spirit present at creation hovers today over every nation.
Christ sent The Spirit to live in men, who through Him are born again.
God The Father, He was pleased, to bruise His Son for you and me.
For God The Son rose again, and Christ reigns today above all men.
While God The Spirit intercedes for redeemed sinners like you and me.
It is through The Eternal Trinity that all men can live for Eternity.
And all men who are willing to hear it are saved by The Holy Spirit.
(Copyright ©09/2004)
Abandoned Are Those Standards Claimed Valued
I remember when contradictions to ideals mentioned,
Were quickly dismissed.
And covered up to immediately hush.
With an ostracizing of those of tarted tongues.
Unafraid to expose what was seen unjustly done.
Long before profits became hot topics.
Well,
It seems today...
Everyone is deviant,
In some kind of inappropriate sexual way.
And in the darkest of closed closets.
With a molesting of minds to confine their deceits.
And to say these dysfunctional disturbing acts,
Have been going on for years behind those backs...
Quick to impose their self righteous 'philosophies' on others.
Denying those decadent touches practiced in private.
And abandoned are those standards claimed valued,
With a devoted faith shown publicly but not to be trusted as stated.
However...
Pure and pristine images are kept dignified to maintain,
With a censoring done to keep those 'ideals' left unblemished.
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Is Ignorance Really Bliss
Godly Knowledge is rare today, as we're told that ignorance is bliss,
Take a look into some of the faces that you simply just can't miss.
As you look in their eyes, is there an inner peace and joy displayed,
Or do you see an unsettled darkness that almost appears engraved?
Your eyes The Lord had said are the windows to the soul, to see,
A little tiny glimpse my friend, of what kind of person they may be.
If his eyes are bad, The Lord said, his body is filled with darkness,
If this is so, I can assure you now that he is not filled with bliss.
If his eyes are good, again He said, his body is filled with light,
Therefore friend, I can assure you that he's on a path that's right.
Now that we are Children of God we no longer belong to the night,
For when we became Born Again we truly received new sight.
This new sight we receive brings a true understanding of our Lord,
He is the only one you see, who should not and will not be ignored.
To continue to willfully ignore The Lord's awesome revelation,
Will bring you not a life of bliss, but also eternal condemnation.
So ignorance my friend, is definitely not the path for you to take,
For those who do are the only people that He will eternally forsake.
So knowledge of The Lord, not ignorance, is the key to the only door,
To a life of bliss with The Savior down here, and life forevermore.
(Copyright © 04/2002)
Coming For Them To An End
No one can protect themselves,
Or what it is they do to others...
With the assistance of ignorance.
Nor can those who are rich,
Continue to hoard the World's resources...
By declaring the existence of shortages.
The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.
And those who refuse to acknowledge truth,
By a blocking it with attempts to see it stopped...
Have no more opportunities to get out of the way.
It is pointless for those to gather with others,
Of similar sensibilities...
To debate with a wasting of time,
A defending of a hold they have on their ignorance...
To prove they are out of their minds.
Few are seeking to define the obvious.
The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.
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A Mess Left To Deepen
A mess left to deepen,
By those who now weep...
Yet they swept this mess to lay in the streets.
While shunning away those,
That came to volunteer their services...
For free.
But told the debris,
Had been a figment of imposed negativity.
What was imagined was theirs to condone,
With a turning of their backs...
To expose an ignorance shown.
And what was in sight for all to see,
Was an impossibility to correct...
With a steadfast stubbornness,
Heating up to get more upset.
And what had been mentioned,
Created tensions amongst those offended.
Well...
Offended and left alone to condone their mess,
Has been done.
Leaving those who weep in their sleeplessness,
United with their wishes kept intact.
With nothing to bring them back to their senses.
Since outstanding were the payments...
To keep them smothered in delusions.
And being addicted to delusions is all they've known.
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Disturbed By the Process
What a convenience it is,
Not to think!
Or be disturbed by the process of thought!
I use to believe,
A request to be left alone...
Once admitted,
Should be respected.
Or that person left alone,
As requested.
Not thought of as a conquest!
Today?
People have no sense of 'self'.
With a choice to defend their ignorance.
Like a mob...
Choosing to tar and feather someone,
If that person declares a wish
To be from them dismissed!
This creates tensions that become animalistic.
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The Creator's Tests
A boldness to live escapes them.
Afraid to offend they are.
A fantasized existence is persisted,
And subdues.
A truth eludes their presence.
In an unhappiness they reflect.
Too much of it has confused.
A stubbornness has created their mental illness!
A truth within them is abused.
A deluded frame of mind they protect.
As if this is not revealed and viewed.
And they pray to God to keep their visions.
But what God decides they neglect!
They wish God to listen to them and their desires.
But they give Him no respect.
They choose to keep their eyes closed tight.
Hoping a miracle will come to remove their regret!
They want their insights to be classified as best.
Believing they are The Creator,
Instead of The Creator's tests!
They leech upon the Earth as pests.
And this they can not accept.
But they are.
We all are in this illusion!
This illusion is evolving.
It does not rest!
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To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
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Why?
Very harsh and sometimes unfair, a distant God who truly doesn’t care,
These words used, sometimes describe, the God, who for all men died.
Used most by men who know not Him, people still steeped deep in sin,
With darkened minds, they can’t see, the love God has for you and me.
Many today, see this world going awry, and in their heart grumble why?
Why does a God know to be love, allow such evil from Heaven Above?
Why does He allow evil to exist, while existing above in Heavenly bliss?
Why doesn’t He stop all evil now, and rid all of the darkness somehow?
Many people today have much to say, about all the darkness in our day,
However, they have no reverent fear, of The Eternal God, who is so near.
Many people do not know my Lord, and Truth He revealed goes ignored,
Blaming all the darkness on the One, who sent us Light through His Son.
As men continue to reject His Grace, this world becomes a darker place,
And all that darkness continues on, through the evil which Satan spawns.
Many are blinded by Satan’s deceit, as he is leading a world into defeat,
This, as Satan knows full and well, that he is guiding souls right into Hell.
And they continue to question God, while they’re still on this earthly sod,
While never looking at their own sin, or questioning their own heart within,
Asking them self, while in this life, do they them self, need Jesus Christ?
As God’s question will be to everyone, why didn’t you listen to my Son?
(Copyright ©01/2008)
Because Of My Own Stubbornness
Why did I not pay any attention?
I have lost everything,
Because of my own stubbornness.
'Well,
You said it yourself.
Because of your stubbornness,
You have lost everything.
But you have gained a wisdom,
In the knowing that you must rid yourself...
From that stubbornness.'
Yeah.
Even if I did that...
What I had will never return.
'I once acquired an abundance of ignorance myself.
I thought I couldn't live without it until it was gone.
And when I sought understanding for my failures?
Guess what? '
What?
'My stubbornness was in the center of all of it!
And when I began to comprehend that...
It didn't matter what 'things' I had to impress others.
And that is the only reason why I acquired 'things'.
My stubbornness made me believe I needed to impress.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
What happened to your ego?
What happened to that?
'When my stubbornness got up and left,
I realize it was connected to my ego.
There is nothing like seeing,
How shallow and limited one can be.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
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Proving The Power Of Hype
Justified will be their own misdeeds,
Again!
And again...
Their pretensions will be sought,
As those to be...
The most admired that reflects,
A certain standard and valued qualities.
Yet again...
Blinded by flaws and blemishes unseen,
Proving the power of hype reigns supreme...
Will be those returning back on the scene,
Demeaning...
With their separatist ideals and hypocritical ways.
Dictating about their self righteous interests.
And who threatens to terrorize,
A lifestyle that must be protected as it stays.
Hoping that images with marketing efforts are praised!
And everyone,
Again...
Will continue to seek,
A slipping away of a diminishing greatness...
That is achievable IF believed!
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An Obviousness In The Existence
Relatively speaking,
All that had connected once to relevance...
And related with clarity,
Is today no longer relevant with significance...
To all the represents,
An obviousness in the existence that appears...
Of disparities viewed as character weaknesses.
And dismissed is the feeding of complete ignorance.
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