In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
Ragged and dusty like the roads it took
It sounded apeace like a church and its bell
And the highest steeple that can take a look
Into the sky with never the same clouds
The most secret fourth element of blue
To put the thought into golden moulds
Of a faith and a dream of both me and you
In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
The stones stood still by the burden doors
Perceptions closed divorced heaven from hell
And all tribes rose in ancient folk lores
Into the sky with never the same limits
Reaching beyond a fragile countenance
With numberless marbles in colourful digits
Counting the time of final transcendence
In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
Its robes on fire plague purified paid
For none of its edges could ever tell
An endless faith love and hope there laid
To dawn upon the doom of a clay made hand
Shaping the lines destiny led paths
Too blind to travel too hard to understand
The burdens of life and its aftermath
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Torn Butterfly
Torn butterfly torn butterfly
Seeing you there it makes me cry
Torn butterfly your wings they tore
From the weight that they bore
Torn butterfly it's plain to see
That you are just the same as me
Torn butterfly the world is tough
Hard as stones and just as rough
Torn butterfly I know your pain
And I don't want to know it again
Torn butterfly come join me now
And we'll regain our wings somehow
Torn butterfly it's sad but true
In death our wings become brand new
Torn butterfly just fade away
And we will fly this very day
Torn butterfly this note I send
And hope that you will cause your end
So we can fly in clear blue skies
Where no one hurts and no one cries
Torn butterfly with my last breath
I ask you to come join me in death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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The Karate Girl
I am the karate girl in town and,
I am seeking for your love;
For it is just a great joy to meet you and to know you.
I have been sleeping for four hundred years but now,
I am awake and to love you;
I am like the flying insects that walk on all fours,
And like two turtlrdoves and two young pigeons;
So stand straight on the doorway of love and,
Let me warm you up with my karate-movements.
I have a skin of milk to let you sleep all day,
And like the bull and the goat;
With the two-dimensional arrays of love to share,
For my act is all that you need tonight.
The source of my flow,
The nakedness of your law had exposed us!
And from the three-dimensional arrays of love,
But we are now like the sheep and the cow.
Twelve loaves of bread from the source of my milk,
And of the four-dimensional arrays of peace;
I asked for your name and you gave me your nakedness,
Because the highways were deserted as we walked along.
They've taken the spoil and the plunder,
We've taken our love and out emotions,
And like the sword without and the terror within!
But i am still the karate girl on the mission of love.
I am here to love you and,
I am filled with the spirit of wisdom to teach you;
For my trade is full of energy and of the movements,
But you will surely catch up to me on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When eyes torn closed
When eyes torn closed what eyes had seen
There was no whisper in the silent net
Sealed deep below in places of spleen
Eyes torn closed what hands had set
Some sights have died died of the threat
That sights too many words have spelled
Some sights have drowned in a single fret
That they for too long in this world have dwelled
They were made of tears wind wept storms and sighs
They were made of colours blue cut through the skies
They were made of trees uprooted as to sing
The remnants of the earth of not a single thing
That heaven ward could sorrow crowns upbring
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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What If I Fell In Love?
what if i fell in love with a leaf,
became the tree that nurtured?
became the sun, the rain, and the wind,
and the turning of the seasons...
what if i fell in love with the lock
on the knob of the door to eternity?
what if you were the only key?
whose hands would make the turn?
what if i fell in love with shadows,
etched by the blade of hungry light?
whose face, whose form, whose scent...
whose imprint on my soul?
what if i fell in love facing death,
and you were my last breath?
would you breathe into me rivers...
rivers and trees, and stone laid paths.
what if i fell in love despite of...
despite of wars, poverty, and anguish?
would you restore hope to the hopeless?
and build a fire to warm the night...
what if i fell in love again,
and we met like strangers for the first time?
would your hand fit into mine?
could we find passion stolen by loss?
what if i fell in love because i have to,
because i want to, because i need to?
because life demands to be lived,
and time is but a moment!
what if i fell in love with a leaf...
what sound would it make when it fell?
would the world be strong enough to go on?
would the sun ever rise again?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We’ve Faith To Hope
When peace on earth has blessed our ground
When innocent of sin
Then Christ God’s Lamb we’ve truly found
And Fire burns deep within
With peace God brings His love inside
Brings faith The Truth to learn
Brings hope to be the faithful bride
Of Christ who’ll soon return
Faith is the hope of that unseen
Of promises divine
That we one day as Heaven’s queen
May drink eternal wine
What hope has faith that’s placed in man?
What hope can such faith bring?
Is this not part of Satan’s plan?
To grieve our Lord and King
The word of God is all too plain
The past has shown quite clear
There’s nought to learn, there’s nought to gain
From man who’s wisdom’s here
We need to seek for higher things
We need to seek The Light
We need to seek the truth Christ sings
On pages black on white
Knowledge will come with wisdom’s dawn
Waiting at Jesus feet
We’ll drink His blood and be reborn
Through spiritual food we eat
By faith alone these things are done
Through faith we understand
That through our faith true life is won
Within God’s Promised Land
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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A Whirl Of Sunshine
A whirl of sunshine a cup of blue
I want to give you
A dropp of water rising on my lips
A lioness heart I carry within
Colourful marbles of stones
On the palm of my hand
A fragile dance at the edge of life
My falls and my flights
I need to give you
Though I know you have your own
Whether you take them or leave them aside
Does not make any difference
It'll be the same
Whirl of sunshine and cup of blue
But you might change
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Tattered & Torn
Tattered and torn
Tattered and torn
Thats where my soul is worn
Tattered and torn
Thats when I was born
Tattered and torn
I broke away from me
Tattered and torn
I knocked me to my knees
Tattered and torn
I drink my own cells
Tattered and torn
A decomposing well
Tattered and torn
Roaches in my head
Tattered and torn
I become the living dead
Tattered and torn
Tearing myself apart from the
Things that make me hurt
song performed by by Slipknot
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Tattered and Torn
Tattered and Torn
That's where my soul is worn
Tattered and Torn
That's when I was born
Tattered and Torn
I broke away from me
Tattered and Torn
I knocked me to my knees
Tattered and Torn
I drink my own cells
Tattered and Torn
A decomposing well
Tattered and Torn
Roaches in my head
Tattered and Torn
I become the living dead
Tattered and Torn
Tearing myself apart from the
things that make me hurt
song performed by by Slipknot from Slipknot
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Flesh given
Flesh given body driven
Worn out torn reborn
Bone sinking
Cluttering thinking
Clutched and strained
Endlessly clay refrained
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I KNOW NOTHING O' GOD (Burns stanza)
What's good, know not. What's bad, as well,
know not. But lo, my heart does swell
with love, O' Lord and eyes do well
when hear your name.
And why my lips always drivel
Your tales and fame?
I try no logic Lord. No doubt
as well I entertain about
Your greatness, since my brain isn't stout
and faith, just blind.
These songs I sing and pleas I shout
are undefined.
Wisdom is no wisdom; they say,
unless it lays a floral way
to reach, at last, your sacred quay.
But what's wisdom?
Know not I; but belongs my clay
to Your kingdom.
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Your Simply The Best: Clay To Porcelain Furnace Glaze
as a hungry baby I will need many oysters
to feed you upon pearls of wisdom choices
neither angel nor saint we animate clay models
little gods in mud we were made for transcendence
kiln fired watertight colouration fixed shiny figurines
Inspired by the poem ‘Confession’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Torn Apart
Well I went down to your house just the other day
Only to discover you had gone astray
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Well I called you on the tele just the other day
Only to discover you had gone astray
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Missionary Man
Im on my way to the other side
Ive broken doors and shattered glass
Ive derailed from the joyrider train
And listened to the sounds of the insane
Ive looked for wisdom every hour
Searched for decay in every flower
Ionized all the sacred schemes
And killed the prophets in my dreams
Ive torn james joyce to pieces to make the puzzle fit
Ive looked for secret messages in every little bit
Ive travelled through the craters of despair
Grabbed the holy signs in every nightmare
Broke on through to the other side
Paid the one way fare, paid the one way fare
Im on my way to the other side, theres nothing I can do about
I tried to hide behind perfection and starred in mirrors of deception
Theres no escape in any way, nowhere to run, nowhere to stay
As long as I cant see the light I got to go to the other side
Ive torn james joyce to pieces...
Ive torn james joyce to pieces to make the puzzle fit
Ive looked for secret messages in every little bit
Ive spoken to the dead, ignorants have called me mad
Ive travelled through the craters of despair
Grabbed the holy signs of every nightmare
Conjured up digression, suffered from depression
Paid the one way fare, paid the one way fare
Im a missionary man
Im a missionary man
song performed by by Alphaville
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Alankar (Decor) -16
On Falling Down
It fell, I fell, it ran away fast
I sat and sat and could not move next
Satan lizard it was
Bed ridden bad I was
sprain and pain complained to reign at last
Time healed raised me bit to walk somewhat
Down again I fell, me torn apart
'Saturn-Mars retrograde'
They say 'to play they preyed'
'To tear my calf muscle wrong at last'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Beginning of Wisdom
God has put in His Word the fear of God is the beginning of Wisdom,
This instruction in Psalms is meant for all Believers not just some.
It's not a fear of man, but a deep reverence for God in one's heart,
And once you have this Holy Fear inside you will sense Wisdom start.
Today Christians seem to be very vulnerable to the enemy's attacks,
For a real Godly Fear with His Wisdom is something The Church lacks.
In The Church we have convinced ourselves of so many foolish things,
All the while as Christians ignoring the fact we are now new beings.
A lot of these things are not of The Spirit, but of man's own mind,
And many lead us to embrace the very things we should leave behind.
After King David had firmly established Israel into their new land,
He had passed the Kingdom down to Solomon with a new task at hand.
Humbled by the task of leading all the people of God's New Kingdom,
Solomon knew he needed Divine Guidance and asked for Godly Wisdom.
And with God's Wisdom Israel became the greatest nation ever known,
However, this mighty nation fell when Solomon chose to use his own.
And as Solomon needed God's Wisdom to lead the people of his nation,
We too in The Church need God's Wisdom to lead people to Salvation.
And because we are a royal priesthood leading others to The Kingdom,
It's time to truly fear God so that He can fill us with His Wisdom.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
One Perfect Lie
One. One perfect lie.
Was it told too soon?
And one, one perfect life
Turned to stone.
Cold mercy.
I kneel down by your grave
I kneel down torn and guilty
Did I let you down,
Say goodbye too soon?
And did you understand
My mistake?
Forgive me.
I kneel down by your side
I kneel down scared and helpless
One perfect lie
Wrapped in kindness and tears
I wish I believed in your Heaven
One perfect life
Led by blind faith and trust
If God has a heart He will find you
I'm torn and guilty
song performed by by Gary Numan
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The Creeds Of The Bells
How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!
Each one its creed in music tells
In tones that float upon the air
As soft as song, as sweet as prayer,
And I will put in simple rhyme
The language of the golden chime.
My happy heart with rapture swells
Responsive to the bells, sweet bells.
'Ye purifying waters swell!'
In mellow tones rang out a bell;
'Though faith alone in Christ can save,
Man must be plunged beneath the wave,
To show the world unfaltering faith
In what the Sacred Scripture saith;
Oh, well! ye rising water, swell!'
Pealed out the clear-toned Baptist bell.
'O, heed the ancient landmarks well!'
In solemn tones exclaimed a bell.
'No progress made by mortal man
Can change the just, eternal plan;
With God there can be nothing new;
Ignore the false, embrace the true,
While all is well! is well! is well!'
Pealed out the good old Dutch church bell.
'In deeds of love excel! excel!'
Chimed out from ivied towers a bell.
'This is the church not built on sands,
Emblem of one not built with hands;
Its forms and sacred rites revere -
Come worship here! come worship here!
Its rituals and faith excel!'
Chimed out the Episcopalian bell.
'No faith alone, but works as well,
Must test the soul!' said a soft bell.
'Come here and cast aside your load!
And work your way along the road
With faith in God and faith in man,
And hope in Christ, where hope began.
Do well! do well! do well! do well!'
Rang out the Unitarian bell.
'To all the truth we tell, we tell!'
Shouted in ecstacies, a bell.
'Come all ye weary wanders, see!
Our Lord has made salvation free!
Repent, believe, have faith, and then
Be saved! and praise the Lord! Amen!
Salvation’s free! we tell! we tell!'
Shouted the Methodistic bell.
'Farewell! farewell! base world, farewell!'
In touching tones exclaimed a bell.
'Life is a boon to mortals given,
To fit the soul for bliss in heaven.
Do not invoke the avenging rod.
Come here and learn the way to God.
Say to the world, ‘farewell! farewell!’'
Pealed forth the Presbyterian bell.
'In after life there is no hell!'
In raptures rang a cheerful bell.
'Look up to heaven this holy day,
When angels wait to lead the way.
There are no fires, no fiends to blight
The future life; be just and right.
No hell! No hell! No hell! No hell!'
Rang out the Universalist bell.
'The Pilgrim Fathers heeded well
My cheerful voice!' pealed forth a bell.
'No fetters here to clog the soul,
No arbitrary creed control
The free heart and progressive mind
That leave the dusty paths behind.
Speed well! speed well! speed well! speed well!'
Pealed forth the Independent bell.
'No pope, no pope, to doom to hell
The Protestant!' rang out a bell.
'Great Luther left his fiery zeal
Within the hearts that truly feel
What loyalty to God swill be
The faulty that makes men free,
No images where incense fell!'
Rang out old Martin Luther’s bell.
'Find rest! find rest! find rest! find rest!
Upon our Holy Mother’s breast,
From wearying strifes that never cease,
The mother church gives rest and pace.
Come, penitents, your sins confess
Where white-robed priests the faithful bless,
Where sacred Masses peal and swell!'
Deep tolled d the Roman Catholic bell.
Neatly attired, in manner plain,
A pilgrim see - no spot, no satin -
Slowly, with soft and measured tread,
In Quaker garb - no white, no red -
To passing friend I hear him say,
'Here worship thou, this is the way;
No churchly form, it is not well;
No bell - no bell - no bell - no bell.'
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Two Little Orphans
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by and old church door
The little girls feet were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she wore
The little boys clothes were all tattered and torn
They shone beneath his blue eyes
Why dont you go home to your mommy I said
And this was the maidens reply
Mommys is heaven angels took her away
Left jim and I all alone
Weve no one to love us daddy is dead
And our darling mother is gone
Mommy got sick angels took her away
To dwell in those matins so bright
She said she would come for her children someday
And I guess shes coming tonight
The sexton came early to ring the church bell
And found them beneath the snow white
The angels made room for the orphans to dwell
Up in heaven with their mommy that night
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Bombardment
Four days the earth was rent and torn
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,
Sweating, and listening for the imminent crash
Which meant our death.
The fourth night every man,
Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,
Slept, muttering and twitching,
While the shells crashed overhead.
The fifth day there came a hush;
We left our holes
And looked above the wreckage of the earth
To where the white clouds moved in silent lines
Across the untroubled blue.
poem by Richard Aldington
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Bombardment
Four days the earth was rent and torn
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,
Sweating, and listening for the imminent crash
Which meant our death.
The fourth night every man,
Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,
Slept, muttering and twitching,
While the shells crashed overhead.
The fifth day there came a hush;
We left our holes
And looked above the wreckage of the earth
To where the white clouds moved in silent lines
Across the untroubled blue.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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