Life is a strife
Life is a strife
...it's a seedling to grow
stirred up into the sky
untill 't will fully show
it's ableness to fly.........
Madrason 19-12-1993
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Belief
Belief
Oh God if I might fail
then God still you will bless
impress on me that snail
and snake me none the less.
All men ar weak
who do not seek
for, by steadily grounding house
from pain joy shall arouse.
Madrason 09 12 1993
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The Seedling
AS a quiet little seedling
Lay within its darksome bed,
To itself it fell a-talking,
And this is what it said:
'I am not so very robust,
But I'll do the best I can;'
And the seedling from that moment
Its work of life began.
So it pushed a little leaflet
Up into the light of day,
To examine the surroundings
And show the rest the way.
The leaflet liked the prospect,
So it called its brother, Stem;
Then two other leaflets heard it,
And quickly followed them.
To be sure, the haste and hurry
Made the seedling sweat and pant;
But almost before it knew it
It found itself a plant.
The sunshine poured upon it,
And the clouds they gave a shower;
And the little plant kept growing
Till it found itself a flower.
Little folks, be like the seedling,
Always do the best you can;
Every child must share life's labor
Just as well as every man.
And the sun and showers will help you
Through the lonesome, struggling hours,
Till you raise to light and beauty
Virtue's fair, unfading flowers.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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My Tree Of Life
Once a seedling
Well nourished and fed,
Now a giant elm
In my garden bed.
I've sheltered this tree
From wind and rain,
Watched it grow,
And kept it from pain.
This great big elm,
So important to my life,
Signifies my past;
It symbolizes my strife.
When I grow weary
Of dealing with my pain,
I turn to my tree
Realizing I have much to gain.
My tree has scars
And it's bark grows rough,
But day after day
It's just never enough.
You see at my tree
Life throws rain,
And at my tree,
Life throws pain.
It's these things though,
My tree needs to live.
For, it's these hardships
Life has to give.
So just like my tree,
I'll learn to move on.
I'll soak up the storms
Until I'm gone.
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Me the joint
Me the joint
I took a blow went with the flow
my neighbours grass seemed higher
untill that grass became my dyer*
my vision stolen future gone
I can't remember what I've done
my visions mistyfied my view
and all I tried brought nothing new
I saw Lucy high up in the sky
I tried and tried but couldn't fly
diamonds are forever like my Joint
I couldn't care or make my point
the joint was me and my desire
I took a blow went with the flow
with my backyard on fire.
Madrason for a friend 16-04-2009
* Dyer from dye thus colouring and from dying thus passing away from this life.
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Message to Ata Kahn
Message to Ata Kahn
Writing is your blood and god
it gives you hope to cope
for hurt at length
will grow you strength
if you are in your dome
you'll always sleep at home
for the most glorious pain
you've turned into your grain
of love
thus never shoot the dove!
Madrason 15-04-2009
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Social Woods
THE SOCIAL WOODS
I do not wish to be
a merely me
I' d like to share
and stay aware
that i am hardly a rock
sandstoned by time
everyday i losen a leaf
for someone else in need
it' s like a Sura brief
filled with love to feed
here I stand
catching roots
like hand in hand
feeding all the Goods
The open soul will always meet you as a friend, Keep your
good strife going!
Madrason
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They Crave Love
They Crave Love
If love is but a mere repeatedly frustration
there comes a time when things don't rhyme;
a curse such as this feeds automutilation,
a knife cuts fine fibers untíll life will chime
and escapes this impregnate........damnation
Madras on
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Universe in love
Universe in love
In thine arms the world, thy hold,
ah love, thy art of never told
's what makes me seek thy trace
from me to you and from thy pace
I feel the tender pulse of time
grow stronger in this rendered rhyme
thou art engendered from a far
my faithful wish is on thy star
Ah Love, thou'st yielded life within,
conquer our hearts for thee to win.
20-10-1994 Madrason 's-Hertogenbosch
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The Changing Times
Beloyd taylor
As you discover changing times
You must have the strength to endure
As you discover changing world
You cant be guessing, you must be for sure
In these ever changing times
You must learn to stand up on your own
Life has so much to show you
You must be ready for the new
Space on the strife, fix up your life
Space on the strife, fix up your life
As you discover changing times
Its not so bad as you will find
As you discover changing world
A new direction you must keep in mind
Life has so much to show you
You must be ready for the new
Space on the strife, fix up your life
Space on the strife, fix up your life
We go through so many changes
As we learn to grow
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
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Sea of life
Sea of life
The tears
are shed
I've read
them
silently
and I've
swum into
those
bitter Oceans
got drunk
every time
I lost
my balance
by
trouble-some
questions
whi ch often
touched
too.....deep.
Madrason 02-11-2001
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Reality
Reality
Twisting in everything but my head
you'll find the human-beïng that I've met.
Because all you've seen or reminisced
is a flesh representative of Beíng
which tries to Be:
so if you never were you've never missed
a thing but pure and sane Reality.
Madrason 16-04-1992
Contact
Niemand weet
werkelijk waar
het samen-stemmen
en wanneer
dat overgaat
in samenzang,
ons ingeeft
tot samenzijn.
Madrason 07-01-1996
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Milky Red
Milky Red
Your being longs
for whites and blues
with your red hair
on high-heel shoes
waving in the air
you sink away
in beaches of time
you are a cloud
which doesn't know
how to flow
for your used
to get by
in the sea
not the sky
your a pearl
that is why
you can mistify
this life
all of us
and all of me.
Madrason 02-09-2009
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A Rethink on Abortions
The time has come for all to think-
A babe in womb is also life;
No one with conscience would dare kill,
Nor dismember a life with skill.
Do we all eat to vomit food?
Do we all drink to bring it out?
Why let a ‘seed’ grow in the womb,
And pare the ‘seedling’ fully grown?
O noble souls that heal all wounds!
You took your oath to save all lives;
Let conscience dictate all your ways;
Let not your hand cut string of life!
Life is most sacred when human;
You should not kill for merely fun;
When you can’t make one human part,
Why kill a human babe with art?
Should mankind turn a killer-race?
Should doctors serve, abetting crime?
No law can suppress one’s conscience,
That tells you what is right or wrong.
The unborn baby in the womb
Is also life, like me and you;
Why make its place of birth, a tomb?
The God of life won’t forgive you.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-24-2008
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My life a lie
My life a lie
My life a lie
which i cannot deny
for i dind't try
to defy gravity
nor did I take
any effort
to break
with success
out of this
emptiness.
I lied to much
to do swear
by the truth
that each lie
was good:
for the judge
understood.
I lied too much
Too much lied I
for once i reveal
this is true.
so you will finally see
'Here Lies: a little White............. Me.! '
Madrason 13-01-2010
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Obama confused
The upperlip
charming the under
no wonder
we are all
enchanted,
but the left
eye sees
what the right
can't see.
Madrason 18-03-2009
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Stromen Vuur
Grijs is de wereld
waarin ik woon,
zwarte bolster
blanke pit
waar muziek in zit.
Grauw zijn de wolken
waarachter zon
, koffie, thee, ik drink
een hele zee
en zit op vers katoen.
Witte Marron ben ik
geschreven Madrason,
gedreven door de kern
die onhoudbaar
bruist als
woordvulkaan.
In stromen vuur
aan Uw schenen
puur
laat ik U dromen
en nader tot mij komen.
10-09-2012 Madrason
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Untill You Come Home
This night
will be long
untill
you come home.
Hot water in the tub
is ready
I hope
it won't get cold
untill
you come home.
I'll stay awake
untill
you come home.
This night
will be long
untill
you come home.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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She
She
She's wild
a stinging bee
like a child
and free
not of passion
nor desire
she's the fashion
to admire.
Madrason Keulse Kar 's-Hertogenbosch 07 03 94
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Show me the Way
Show me the way that leads to the true life.
I do not care what tempests may assail me,
I shall be given courage for the strife;
I know my strength will not desert or fail me;
I know that I shall conquer in the fray:
Show me the way.
Show me the way up to a higher plane,
Where body shall be servant to the soul.
I do not care what tides of woe or pain
Across my life their angry waves may roll,
If I but reach the end I seek, some day:
Show me the way.
Show me the way, and let me bravely climb
Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures;
Above all sorrow that finds balm in time;
Above small triumphs or belittling pleasures;
Up to those heights where these things seem child's-play:
Show me the way.
Show me the way to that calm, perfect peace
Which springs from an inward consciousness of right;
To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease,
And self shall radiate with the spirit's light.
Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray,
Show me the way.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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