Where are we among people?
Where are we among people?
Are we on the safe circle
Or just an outsider and abandoned
What are we among them?
An almighty hero
Or an unforgotten sinner
Where are we among the world?
Are we swept by reality
Or are we lost in our fantasy
Where are we among nature?
Are we an important existence
Or are we just an abominable creature
Or
Are we nothing?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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It is Inhumane…
It is inhumane for a man or a woman
To think that he or she can own another person
It is ungodly for such a monster to fathom
That he or she can own the Kingdom.
In the eyes of the Creator
All men and women are created equal.
Belittling or bullying another creature
Of the Almighty is an abominable horror.
It is sinful to inferiorize one another
We are all the offspring of Mother Nature.
We are all related by the air
That we breathe and by the spirit in our soul.
poem by Hebert Logerie (16 January 2012)
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Not To Take Other People Seriously
a father has a child to take care
mothers have fathers
they form a circle of their own
and you who is outside
this circle,
why take them seriously?
when you are an outsider and an outsider is always an outsider
there is no way for you to be there
for as old as humanity
those that belong to them be it chattels,
slaves,
things,
pots, kettles, horns,
sticks, glasses,
dresses, coats and ties
and children
and parents
and grandparents
they always have themselves
and you do not have them
as they do not have you too
so if i were you
and as you consider me a wise man
take time with your journey
enjoy every moment
pick those flowers along the way
whistle
dance
and if you must
plunge into that cool river beside the path
at the foot of the mountain
savor the water
relax
and just be yourself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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God is not, as in scholasticism, the final subject of all predicates. He is being as unpredicable. The existence of the creature, in so far as it exists, is the existence of God, and the creature’s experience of
God is therefore in the final analysis equally unpredicable. Neither can even be described; both can only be indicated. We can only point at reality, our own or God’s. The soul comes to the realization of God by knowledge, not as in the older Christian mysticism by love.
quote by Kenneth Rexroth
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The Place Of My Dreams
Nobody ever walked this path before
-before trees grew here nearly touching the sky,
I am alone safely inside a world of my own-
A world where only deer roam and birds fly about-
Cardinals, robins and sometimes
I believed I saw angels-
Angels singing in harmony with bird songs-
The wind would rustle the leaves upon the trees and
In the early summertime, cicadas would sing incessantly-
Incessantly and melodiously-
Only one day I heard a different sound-
The sounds of footsteps and children screaming,
Following closely behind me-
I would hide behind a tall oak tree and I would almost weep as
My solitude has been interrupted and
I am no longer safe as my private world had been invaded-
Nobody ever walked this path before until this day and
My dream has been transformed to a nightmare-
I am not safe in a world destroyed by the presence of strangers-
Cardinals, robins and cicadas are my friends and
Other people are my enemies whom I do not trust-
Following in my footsteps and trying to make eye contact,
To read the verses of the songs my mind composes?
I know I have seen angels and heard them singing, and
Birds chanting along with the gentle winds
Rustling the leaves upon the trees-
But now other people have discovered the path,
upon which I have walked alone,
And my secure space has become a public tenement-
I once believed nobody ever walked this path before,
This path to which I could escape reality and lose myself inside
The magnificent world of my delusions-now they have come to take me away and
To lock me inside this prison which I cannot escape?
I cannot hear the angels singing here and birds are seemingly far away-
Here I have lost myself inside my own world,
one so different and so frightening?
There are people here, so close to me, yet I feel so alone-
Although alone in a dangerous way- I am singing my own song,
Hoping that the angels can hear me and one day I shall be back in unison with nature,
Far away from intruders and singing in harmony with nightingales –
And once again, alone safely,
as I shall have abandoned the nightmare of reality,
Touching the sky in my dreams, dancing with angels as I listen to the cicadas chanting
Happily as they are lost inside the world of their fantasies, just as I wish to be…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Lost In A Book
SHHH!
don't bother me
I'm lost in a book
mixed up with
the complicated plots
and outrageous characters
when i'm lost in a book
I don't have to think
about my life
I'll get stuck in
a fantasy world
and never
have to come back
home again
one book
after another
I read, read, read
different places
different people
a new world
I start fresh
each time
I open up a new book
when i'm lost in a book
I am safe
no one can hurt me
I'm happy
when I'm lost
in a book
poem by Annie Janine
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Hidden Truths
In darkness we see nothing,
It is nothing,
Only blackness,
Solitude,
Aloneness.
In a world of light we see everything,
It is everything.
Light fills the gaps in our minds showing us reality,
Truth,
Existence.
When the lights go off and darkness comes,
Everything we knew is lost,
It becomes consumed by the nothing,
Hidden,
Lost.
Everything is engulfed in nothing,
It is hidden from our mind,
Yet it is still there,
Exists,
Is.
Blindness is like the darkness,
With a dark curtain covering our perception,
And things still exist in the world,
Reality,
Fact.
Darkness is the emptiness of seeing,
The lack of evidence of existence,
Yet without perceived minds they are still there,
Exist,
Are.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A Hero?
Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many
His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many
Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few
His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few
But that’s the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.
poem by Timothy Venard
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Keep Searching
In the lust for knowledge,
I have lost myself within.
I have forgotten who I was
and what a family was for.
I drifted into a world
not letting anyone else in.
Now I want to break free,
but I have forgotten whom I was
and the knowledge that I had gained
could not help me now.
As I ventured back to reality
where no one knows me anymore.
For years, I lived within
the world of my own choosing
and lost the essence of being me.
Now I search for things that I left behind,
things that are not there anymore.
They have disappeared
like the whispers in time.
I am left abandoned
and my knowledge cannot help me.
Everything I strived for
doesn’t mean much anymore.
I have lost the most important things
that makes a life survive.
Humbly I reach out,
but sadly, there is no one there.
I will keep searching for it
and see what tomorrow brings.
18 -19 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Unforgotten
Dont have to be
Your only one
Dont have to be
Something from now on
Dont have to be
What I want at all
Just have to be
Unforgotten
I know your new boyfriend
And you belong with him
The truth is my one regret
The truth is my one regret
Just have to be
Unforgotten
Just have to be
Unforgotten
Dont have to know
What Im thinking now
Dont have to know
Better days than these
Dont have to know
Where Ive been so long
Just have to be
Unforgotten
I know youre leaving now
If I had figured out
Just how to be
Unforgotten
Just how to be
Unforgotten
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Outsider
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
everything you know
everything you know
it disturbs me so
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Everything you know
Everything you know
It disturbs me so
Everybody's gotta push me
Push me around
Everybody tryed to put me
Tryed to put me down
I messed up everyone
I've already had all my fun
More troubles are gonna come
I've already had all my fun
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Everybody try to push me
Push me around
Everybody try to put me
Try to put me down
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Oh I'm an outsider outside of everything
Everything you know
Everything you know
It disturbs me so
song performed by by Green Day from Shenanigans
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Outsider
(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my future's clean as a knife
Far on the way from l.a.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere
Know that i'm nearer i smell damp air
I ain't tasted coffee for days
When the leaves are down i'll be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called nightfall
Damned if i can't remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like i never reach mexico
They're heading me off every place that i go
I'm sick of the fact that i've got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know they're near to me, i don't have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind
They won't find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down i'll be southward bound
Hunter's haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. the outsider.
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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We All Choose Love
I told my beloved of the books I read
and my perspective changed, all of a
sudden I could see beyond the fantasy
and imaginary beings into the values
highlighted by this enriching addition
to the bedrock of reality underneath
The wonderful principles of loyalty to
family and integrity - being honest to
all loved ones, the age-old dilemma
of balancing honesty with protection
and commitment, the issue of trust
lost or won, and I had to smile at
My inner Agony Aunt who looks down
on fairytales, while my inner Alice-in
Wonderland who looks at everything
in oblique lines, was joyously involved
in the Morality Play of ethical values
in the soul-searching questions of
What truths to convey and what to hide
in an attempt to make people safe, and
the highest sacrifices made, the laying
down of life in the protection of things
and people cherished by those we love
questioning what is most important
Whether there are things we can love
more than life itself, the people we love
and their well-being and ease - or our
own safety, and we all know what the
answer to that is: We all cherish the
things we take delight in more than
Plain physical existence, alone and
bereft, cynical and bitter, we conclude
making wrong choices changes life into
torture and the comedy turns into a full-
scale tragedy, therefore we all choose
what will make us happy in the role
We are playing in life, we all choose love…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The sea is safe tonight
The sea my dear
Is a battle hardened warrior
And he fights his own battles
He is The John Cena of nature
He fights the fair fight
He never loses he has grabbed
Many whaling ships and oil spilling
Merchant ships and the submarines
And the sea has sunk them all for
The sake of us and our to children
He did all this for us
Who cannot live without
The water that sustains life
All God's creatures are not
Threatened with extinction
There is peace in the universe
Every one sticks close to their lovers
And every creature is engaged in the
Gentle act for the species must mate
To ensure the survival and the continued
Existence of more of it's own
There is peace in the universe there
Is joy because a calf and a cup
Is born to the joy of the world
There is calm and everlasting peace
In the world and a child is born
And there is cheering and thankful
Crying in every home for the mercy
Of nature has blessed the world
With a lover of nature
There is peace and serenity on earth
And the sea is safe tonight and you my friend
Be a brother to nature and the sea
The vast sea will love you
Be a sister to nature and the sea
The vast will love you and protect you
And you're an angel
The happy creatures of the universe
Wants you to pray for them
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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That Nameless Island
when he makes a world
of his own
and this takes too little
time and effort
when he draws a small circle
around his world
and then you find out
that you are excluded no matter
how small that circle is
he knows what you feel
you are excluded, at worst,
you feel ostracized
and then you begin to feel
that pain of
exclusion
and then you begin to understand
what it is
to be excluded, a mutant,
an outsider,
the unwanted, the possible
intruder
to be in that circle again
you must make a promise and you must
make it right now
you see
that island that has no name in the
most stormy part of the ocean
when you are
thrown into the vast uncharted sea
is what you need
it is what you badly need
because you are now
in trouble
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outsider
I am the one outside the group
outside the circle
the one who fell through
the holes in the net
The stranger
the outsider
I came close
and you said come closer;
and I made every effort -
eager, naïve and persistent -
but you had sophistication;
you always have sophistication;
and you played with me;
you needed bodies and responses
to fill in forms and information
and your Bureau of Statistics
and I was there - guided, directed
and you knew
all the while,
I was the stranger, the outsider
And you whispered to one another
while your smooth talk was practiced and distinct
I was the stranger, am the outsider
which you knew all the while
which I only saw late in the hour
and so I live now at the borders, at the periphery
and now when we walk past each other
we gaze at each other with caution
with careful disregard
poem by Raj Arumugam
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My Hero.
When I Was Younger I Wanted To Be Someones' Hero.
But Now All I Want In MY Life Is A Hero.
See At 16 Years Old, People Will Tell You That They Love You, But Really Dont Mean It. And Thats Why Teenage Years Are So Tough.
I Remember My Dad Always Telling Me Just Believe & Have Faith In The Love Circle. So He Liked Too Call It. And At The Time I Didnt Understand A World He Was Trying To Say.
But Know As I Look Back On Every Lesson My Father Had Taught Me, And The Guidiance He Gave Me. I FINALLY Understand. No Matter What Happens In The Future.
MY DAD IS MY HERO.! !
poem by Jennifer McBride
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He Is Abandoned By The World
HE IS ABANDONED BY THE WORLD
He is abandoned by the world
Faces in the street pass by without speaking to him
The trees and the sky do not nod hello
He is cold and the wind does not care for him.
He is abandoned by the world
And all he has done
And all he has made
Mean nothing.
He is abandoned by the world.
And so he knows:
Every human being
who lives on this earth
will die
and not come back again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Outsider
(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my futures clean as a knife
Far on the way from l.a.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and theres sweat everywhere
Know that Im nearer I smell damp air
I aint tasted coffee for days
When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called nightfall
Damned if I cant remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like I never reach mexico
Theyre heading me off every place that I go
Im sick of the fact that Ive got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know theyre near to me, I dont have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They aint far behind, theyre always on my mind
They wont find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound
Hunters haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. the outsider.
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The People That We Love (Speed Kills)
Speed kills coming down the mountain
Speed kills coming down the street
Speed kills with presence of mind and
Speed kills if you know what I mean
Got to feel - woke up inside again
Got to feel less broke more fixed
Got to feel when I got outside myself
Got to feel when I touched your lips
The things we do to the people that we love
The way we break if there's something we can't take
Destroy the world that we took so long to make
We expect her gone for some time
I wish her safe from harm
To find yourself in a foreign land
Another refugee outsider refugee
How's it feel she's coming up roses
How's it feel she's coming up sweet
How's it feel when it's all in spite of you
How's it feel when she's out of your reach
The things we do to the people that we love
The way we break if there's something in the way
Destroy the world that we took so long to make
We expect her gone for some time
I wish her safe from harm
To find yourself in a foreign land
Another refugee outsider refugee
What happened to you
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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