Crack (Cliche and Cubist poetry)
Earth shatters
Slices of life,
Sequences
Of repeated occurrences,
Flowers waiting in their seeds,
Limitations,
Convergence after divergence,
Constantly sequencing
Optical aspheric lenses,
(We can say years
When we say yesterday)
Waves,
Abstract layer of time,
Minds,
Order against disorder,
(There are people eating people's world)
Variations,
Eyes of souls
In their own dimensions,
Wings of emotions,
Apple of my eye,
Visions,
Sparkling ideas,
Gliding their enigmatic flow
Into the mouth of universe,
(Making its mouth a single idea
In a shade
At the crack of dawn)
Extensions,
Self-aware matter,
Its nonexistence,
(An unicorn is really still nonexistent.)
Apagogical proofs,
Feet of clay,
Senses
Living with eternity,
Love as a splintered thing,
(Like there's no tomorrow.
Like there's nothing on this
Earth shattering.)
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Vision
The silence kills the words
And buries them
In the old time
The nerve of our
Bleeding love
Rasps
The spine of thrills
Vibrating resonantly
The empty amphora
Of soul
The woeful eyes
Drip their tears of light
Disintegrating all our dreams
The sorrows are slid
Into the recesses of the new time
I realize that
We lost our self
And this kind of losing
Our feelings
Has always
The same taste.
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Bleeding life (Increasing hexaverse)
I'm
Condemned
To live
In my fear,
Out of dreams,
For my death,
With tears and blood,
With ache and joy,
In agony
And ecstasy.
Getting your hate on
Sharing dark corners
Of our subconscious,
In cruelest games
Fighting our feelings.
In your aggressive world
Having a painful peace,
In the absence of love,
When my pain means your smile
And my ache means your joy,
For graves of enkindling.
MCN: C7986-UKG7K-58QFA
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Make love with me
The reality of your dream
Is a mask turned backward
Black over white, black over white
Love over pain, love over pain.
Hey, take me to yourself.
The dream of my reality
Is the backward of that mask
Turned backward
White over black, white over black
Pain over love, pain over love.
Hey, come to myself.
Come to self in self
In that place where
Everything can be
Black into white when is taken from us
Or white into black when is given to us.
Love into pain when is given to us.
Or pain into love when is taken from us.
Look to the mask
Intangible
Me
And
You
Alw ays the same
Looking for myself
Through you
And looking for yourself
Through me.
In that place where
Everything can be
Sometimes
Black without white and white without black
Or pain without love and love without pain
In losing control.
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The Running Waters Of The River
running water on the river
despite the boulders
it finds itself its way
to where all the waters meet
in that destination
of everything and everyone
running restless souls
towards the same destination
it is not divergence
it is convergence
it is the oneness of all rivers
of all souls
i run and flow
i become everything and everyone at the end
from this flow on this journey
towards everything and everyone
i am gone i am found i am lost i am the drop
becoming a part of the ocean's universe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be the best you, as we stand: Global warming
the universe was already there before we stand,
its splendid beauty reflected through the ages, whose
shinning star vow down, and its wonderful shape and
luminous shadow reflected in the shielding sun, the
galaxy of milky way
as the design, crafted by the master planner, patiently
hold its weight; carefully balance the pendulum of time,
sensing that it goes through out the way of test, the
marvelous universe will stand even in the end of time,
a guarantee of perfection of creation
made in the materials, suited to exist and guarantee its
durability when time rusted the essence of existence,
Where by the user wasted the significance of newness
of all that exist
as the earth stumble the pain of heat, catching the
green house effect, waving the way the destruction of
the ozone layer, comes the melting of the North and
South poles flashing its ultra violet rays of the sun;
leaving each continents the vulnerability as it squat,
in the sea beads of rock
now is the time wasted, has come to a judgment, as
though there is no tomorrow to come, and just a
yesterday to ponder the order of the universe runs it
free
please let no single moment be wasted to save the
mother earth, a place where once full of joy, a haven of
every living and a habitat to all organisms
come let us be one in the vote we always stand, in the
earth as we breathe time is always in our hand, be true
of what the world would tell, for only in every votes, the
earth finds its way to turn off time, no one knows where
it ends, yet! everybody wants to know of what it will be,
for each move brings us closer to that day, and the earth
will be truly free to live
be in yourself for a new day had just begun ……
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The Story Of OVO
(Only available on some editions)
A long time ago, in a far away land
Theo was the man who learned to understand
The riches of the earth
And all that it was worth
The first man that ever tried to stand with his own plan
Now this man was all about the wind rain and trees
He knew that it would take care of all of his families
Now Ion was the son who spent his nights and days
Looking for all kinds of ways to get his father's praise
In all daddy's ways he just wanted to impress
Make it faster, stronger is what he tried to stress
Sofia was the girl
Living in her own world
She found love and joy with a young sky boy
Sky boys were seen as less to the rest
So it would seem
Sofia went into the woods to daydream
With love in her eyes
Her own father would despise
Her love for the young sky boy he would destroy
Feet in the earth
Heads in the sky
We watch the world go by
Feet in the earth
Heads in the sky
We watch as life goes by
When Theo was gone, his son Ion took the power
And in his daddy's name, he built the biggest strongest tower
The earth people and sky people divided by machines
And the ones who had nothing were the ones who had the wings
The sky boy just wanted everything to be equal
From full-time lover to now fighting for his people
Now Beth was the mom
Who really loved to weave
She couldn't believe her own son would decieve
The sky people got hungry and their welfare was ignored
She let them in the tower and the bloody battle roared
Down came iron and the tower fell as well
The dark days were over and the sky people's hell
Feet in the earth
Heads in the sky
We watch the world go by
Feet in the
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Who is God?
How can life come from mere a puff of air?
There must be life from which more lives emerge;
How can the Universe from dust evolve?
A ball of matter must be made by one!
How can the soil give birth to seedlings new?
Wet seeds must fall into the earth and sun;
How can a bud blossom into a flow’r?
The dawn heralds the magic wand of change!
God loves all men much more than animals;
He feeds the birds and tends to flow’rs in wild;
He gave a soul to every man, not beast;
A sinner too can take part in his Feast!
No man becomes a God at any time;
Yet, men are instruments in divine Hand;
Let’s acknowledge the supreme power- God,
The mystic Being, Alpha-Omega!
The God of mercy, truth and boundless love,
Loves righteousness and souls that love His code;
He watches every life from home above;
All pure of soul can enter His abode!
All things in Nature can’t come by their selves;
A supernatural mind and hand creates;
The Maker of all things- we call as God;
‘The King of Heavens: Lord of Universe! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-22-2005
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My People Have Suffered …
My People Have Suffered …
My people have suffered
Before dawn and throughout the thickness of the night.
My people have been conquered
And kidnapped by innuendoes and by fright.
My people have been exploited
Under the bright light of the moon.
My people have been humiliated
Under the hellish glare of the sun.
Who are my people? They are the rejected ones
Of this society: the physically weak siblings,
Who don’t enjoy winters and springs;
The sad ones who are always under the guns.
My people will truly wake up one day,
Under the gleeful eyes of darkness.
My people will indeed rise up one day.
My people will plant the seeds of fairness.
My people will spray the aroma of love
Everywhere.
My people will spread its wings like the dove
Flying in fresh air.
My people are beautiful inside and out.
My people are patient like the hypnotized tiger.
The struggle has not been easy, the last bout
Will be ferocious in front of Mother Nature.
My people are steadfast, they will never lose.
Strong and humiliated underdogs always win;
They always beat the odds and the fools.
True champions are always compassionate under the sun.
Copyright© February 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
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Not In Touch With Reality
They have no idea what reality is, while thinking God doesn’t exist.
These people seem to be everywhere, living their life without a care.
But the little reality that they see was planned by God in Eternity.
Friend, God created every single man as part of His Sovereign Plan.
Many my friend, believe God to be, nothing more than man’s fantasy.
The need for them to believe is something that they can’t conceive.
Instead of wanting to believe, they choose to live a life deceived.
They have no idea why they’re here and no belief beyond this sphere.
They only believe in natural birth then they simply decay in the earth.
Believing that they have evolved, when they die they just dissolve.
Truth for them is only relevant and it changes with every new event.
Sin to them is just a choice, while our concerns are simply noise.
Living life with an amoral mind, all moral thought by them is denied.
They say there are no absolutes, to what we claim to be God’s Truth.
But one question they will ignore, ask them are you absolutely sure?
They live in a world all their own and they’re going to die alone.
Their life of sin is not of The Lord, and by Him it will not be ignored.
All Sin and evil that you see will be destroyed, in the fire of Eternity.
Even if one ignores this fate, from God’s Judgment he won’t escape.
Reality they will know for sure when they’re in the fire forevermore.
For every single man’s reality extends, my friend, far into Eternity.
With no grasp of eternity, they have no idea what their end will be.
Even if they don’t understand, all before God’s Judgment will stand.
But friend they shall see, when before Him they’re on bended knee.
For every man has a destiny, and this they shall face in Eternity.
Seamless war
Every soldier is a willing terrorist
Waiting only for the order to come
To pull the trigger on someone
And throw granites at another one.
Every terrorist is a forced soldier
Waiting to annihilates the suppression
And free the people of their love
From the wilderness in the civilization.
What matters here is both kills
One claims to kill to defense
Another claim to kill to free
At the end both become the losers
And innocent people gather tears in their eyes.
Guns and granites is no peace matters
Once they are touched forever follows the fear
Every second each one dies in freezing heat
That boils the heart and soul and conscience.
Rights is what the terrorist is fighting for
Might is what the soldier is given
When the soldier dies, he dies and gains
When a terrorist dies, he dies in vain
Yet each has the essential supports
The soldier’s essence is to defend
While the terrorist break the fence.
Be it in defense
Or a wave in defiance
The earth is wet again and again
With the blood of human agony
And again the people gather tears in their eyes.
That which lives so far
Through the many wars
Are not man and his will
But the guns that kill.
Open the eyes my brothers
The soldier and the terrorist,
We can’t cup the water in both palms
And walk a hundred miles to quench the dying souls
Its next to our feet, we shall bow and lift the humanity.
©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 031207.
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Burn Into New Awareness Awakenings
stars whisper secret words
into night search soul depths
myriads myriads burn stars
all speaking at once
cosmic conversations
overwhelm senses
all speaking souls at once
whisper cosmic conversations
overwhelm clay cast senses
listen listen my mystic soul
arise up through star gates
speak with far blazing suns
speak with earth biological soul
earth alive nurtures sown one great soul
each human soul but a single cell
each cell destined to evolve
to evolve into spiritual awakenings
universe sings creation songs
earth bound souls three dimensions
bound must rise up through creations
comprehension layers to awakenings
burn souls burn off impurities
burn into new awareness awakenings
burn into perfected light realms
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Coexist
Different faiths can surely coexist, but a larger concern is missed,
Men who gather of different belief, to foster man’s temporal relief,
From all that opposition and strife, while living together in this life,
But, this man manufactured peace, shall indeed in due time cease.
A body of men that in a mixture, of many faiths misses the picture,
The larger picture all men will face, when they must leave this place,
The awesome picture of eternity, a picture some choose not to see,
But, all will clearly see my friend, an Eternal Picture that has no end.
Eternity no matter what some feel, for every single soul is truly real,
Ignoring eternity to simply coexist, creates not, truth you can resist,
As this present age is dwarfed by, Eternity, in both scope and time,
A time ahead that will never cease, but many shall not see its peace.
The only true peace on earth’s sod, comes from The Only True God,
The only peace provided on the earth, which is also of eternal worth,
A peace that Christ issues here, which extends to the eternal sphere,
That peace which you will only see, if you know The God of Eternity.
Apart from God’s Truth, all will learn, their peace was not of concern,
This as they take in their last breath, only to experience eternal death;
However, God sent His Only Son, down into this world, for everyone,
Sending His Eternal Son, Jesus Christ, so all could have Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©11/2011)
About Our Family
my sister is asking me
why we cannot be
for once
united for a certain cause
why we cannot make
a single stand on
a certain issue
why we can't live
in harmony with
each other
all five of us like one
solid and
loving family
i am not a fool to
think that this world
is and will always be
in harmony with
one another
countries living in peace
without any one
oppressing another
or feeling that way
i tell her that this is just
the reality of
heaven and earth
of clay and sand
of stones and
dust
that the influx of change
will always be
there and that the feet
of humanity always tiptoe
to keep a
certain balance
to eternity
not content with that
i showed her my hand
with five fingers
of different sizes
always never
the same
and cannot point to
one unified
direction
she is always loquacious
and discontented
but
i do not
really want to be bothered again
now i like
my mouth
shut.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Craddock’s Time Theory Age Relative
light years apart
in space time
continuum
youth three-dimensional
stretching into mathematical models
age a fourth dimension
spatial dimensions
our spacetime passing each other
is space and time in a single continuum
our shared Euclidean space
on this plane of existence
is but the trap of physical flesh
our atoms bound at every point
in three-dimensional Euclidean space
by flesh infused fixed points
determined by three coordinates
yet our thoughts are timeless
infinite bound by no scientific laws
they can flow spread be anywhere any time
in universe at instant thought speed
instant in arrival at multiple locations
they enter into realities past curved space
worn holes are for porous slow minds
higher dimensions bypass imagination
non-Euclidean geometry the cage play pen
Einstein’s general theory of relativity
a manifold universe of but three
dimensions of space one of time
denies all time existing simultaneously
within a God state span spun within eternity
supergalatic subatomic levels are but focused lenses
begging new observations into eye opening realities
unperceived ignored unknown awaiting perception orientation
before eureka moment God reloading reality matrix
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tomorrow may never come
Life's changing every moment
Life is now a shade
Life is now sunshine
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
Life's changing every moment
Life is now a shade
Life is now sunshine
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
Someone to love you with all his heart
Is difficult to come by
Should there be someone like that
He's the one for you, be sure
His hand you must take
For all you know
Tomorrow might never be
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
In the realm of your eyes
Should someone get close to you
Try a million times to control your crazy heart
But it shall continue to beat wildly
But think it over
This is the moment
This legend
Might not exist tomorrow
Life's changing every moment
Life is now a shade
Life is now sunshine
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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But A Mist
Our life on earth is but a mist, no matter how long that list,
Of those things in the past, of achievements we amassed,
Or those things we want to do, before time here is through,
For we are simply a vapor here, with that end drawing near.
Years of three score and ten, a time decreed for most men,
With good health, maybe more, no man can be totally sure,
Or one could have a shorter end, to the life they have friend,
Short or long, our life will be, a small blip in light of Eternity.
All the things that we’ve done, are fading like the setting sun,
Maybe, still a memory in our mind, but, they’ll be left behind,
The distant memories in our heart, many gone, as we depart,
From this earth and the past; a time for all that shall not last.
Of the present, we don’t know, how much we have yet to go,
Or what could change friend, to alter present time we spend,
Pursuing all wants and needs, uncertain where a future leads,
And death is as sure as birth, for all one day leave this earth.
All our lists, present or past, apart from God shall never last,
But all done for Christ shall be, transferred over into Eternity,
When life’s mist is over and done; in eternity with God’s Son,
Where these mists will endure, with Jesus Christ forevermore.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
Evil Dowers Of The World
the world we is full dowers
rape is the order of the day
corruption is increasing like production
rich don't help the poor, burden them with heavy works
mothers throw child in latrine, fathers are irresponsible
children are living on roads like animal in field
people are being sacrificed like animal
oh father in heaven help us
we don't know were are we ending
abortion is the order of the day
oh why the world is moving like this
people play sex like eating apple
war in world has left people homeless
love is declined from the world
nepotism has increased like nothing
poem by Ahmed Kakembo
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A Stare
a stare is like a stair
it has steps
and there are feet
walking,
and leaving,
you stare at me,
and i see stairs, where you walk
and climb and stop at the middle
and then take the stairs layer by layer
that is what you like to do, to look at me
as though i am this room where you build the stairs
and you want to go inside my room and lock me up
and take all of me with your tongue and hands and
mouth. You mouth me. And i receive the life you have.
and then your stare subsides. the stair is gone.
the room vanishes. I am free. And you are inside me
your stare has become the memory lingering inside me.
i become a bird and you are inside my wings.
Your stairs become my feathers. Your stare
becomes my eyes.
in love, we make the stairs leading to a house.
and there we feast, and live and sleep.
yes, there are wings and windows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life As a Circle
There is a place
Where ideas come from
And you cannot know for sure
When you are actually there
Because all is imaginary in relation
To that which is already in existence
Or else, it is a copy
Of what someone else
Has brought back to us before...
Pure truth has no existence,
Being beyond within
The garden of originality,
Where all sorts of unearthy things
Are really grown
And some are plucked by the living-
The explorers, who like these things,
Have been transformed in this world
From the dust of another...
Love is grown among these wonders,
So, maybe love is an idea of truth
And maybe true ideas are love, too,
That strengthen the more they are used,
materializing each second clearer,
Certain, yet, vanishing undetected
Into dust again
When there is no belief
To keep them from returning again...
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