I Am Ragged In Twain
I am the discarded being,
Discarded from the doors of heaven,
Thrown into the abyss, upon the Earth.
Oh! Creatures of the strange world,
Now gaze me not at my nakedness
With dreadful suspicions,
I am the innocent being, who became the victim of jealousy,
I am the being, who was poisoned,
Now poison runs through my veins,
In the form of jealousy, hatred and pride.
The forbidden tree was planted
In the lush green garden of Eden
Before the clay of my existence was kneaded.
The evil eyes gawked at me
Before I was sent into the luxuriant zones,
To dwell in and relish sweetness of the regions;
I had been victimized before I was taught the tricks
To ward off the tempts.
I am encaged in the world,
But thoughts of heaven dwell in the mind,
Ah! I am ragged in twain.
Now sitting in the abyss of the universe,
I see to the culmination of the heavens
Ponder and sigh why my dreams were snatched,
Why my hopes were trampled,
Why my existence was ragged in twain
By the opposing forces;
My powers were seized, my apron was torn,
I was deprived of the blissful state,
And with baffling mind I assume myself,
It was the brawl of two hostile forces
Ah! My heart and mind were made the battlefield.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Procrastination
Poison is my blood,
Poison is my body,
Poison are my thoughts,
They hum around my mind like flies,
Poison is my food,
Hate, jealousy and pride
Are the plants of poison;
They grow in my fertile land,
As wild weeds grow unattended,
I make venomous
Everyone whom I touch.
My existence is contagious,
Why should I be afraid of poison,
Procrastinate in front of the potion,
Now I must have a drink,
For poison will cause no impairment to me.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Spiritual Realm
Friend, what your eyes cannot see, for all this world is a reality,
A spiritual plane above the sky, that stretches down to you and I.
Though God reigns high above, He reaches down with His love,
Into this world as dark as night, He reaches down with His Light.
Upon the earth is a darker realm, one with a dragon at the helm,
The prince and power of the air, who leads this world to despair.
But some men just don’t believe, or they simply cannot conceive,
A spiritual world of an evil kind, vying for a man’s heart and mind.
Darker forces invading this life, filling men’s hearts with evil strife,
Forces opposing God’s Only Son; darkened forces of an evil one,
Filling men with hate and pride, to oppose God’s Lamb who died.
What other reason would you say, would make men act this way?
The enemy’s not flesh and blood, but dark spiritual forces above,
Once God’s cherished cherubim, now leads men to death by sin.
Lucifer, cast to earth by God, now leads rebellion where we trod,
As forces of Satan’s evil might, oppose God’s Pure Eternal Light.
Battles our eyes just cannot see, over men’s souls for all eternity,
Satan wanting the souls of men, lost in sin, eternally condemned,
Knowing the battle’s already won, through the cross of God’s Son.
Since his destiny is certain friend, Satan wants Hell to be your end.
(Copyright ©10/2006)
In Solitude Often I Ponder
I was shaped a perfect being,
Perfect in form and posture,
A turmoil rose among the angels,
Then jealousy and defiance,
Came into action to tarnish my charm.
Bearing a crown on my head
I was placed on the elevated podium,
To instill eyes of the lookers with solace.
But the evil hearts were resolute,
To confound the glorious design.
Ah! Now my all inside is dead,
Numbness has wrapped my entire being,
Tears emerge not in my eyes,
I repent not on my own fatal faults
Distress of others distress me not,
My hands are red with the substance:
Blood of the fellow beings,
And the loss of faith is no matter to me.
Now the vessel of my heart is filled
With hatred, pride and poison of jealousy;
Instead of with the contents of love and piety,
While sitting in solitude often I ponder;
“Do I have any reason still to regard myself,
The crown of the creation? ”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Jealousy
(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine?
(Jealousy) I cop attain and bought a house then came
(Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name?
(Jealousy) I could kill you or leave you shamed
(Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy
(Jealousy) It can get you killed
song performed by by Ghostface Killah from Bulletproof Wallets
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Consider Your Position
Why would it be that we would scorn the name of our saviour?
Be he Christ upon a desert trail, be he Apollo the light of all,
Blazing his trail upon the midsummer’s sky,
Be he Dionysus dancing in revelry with bacchants before being torn into a thousand pieces,
Each as Osiris promises our release from the sphere in which we dwell.
Each in their promises offers salvation from this cold and material hell.
Dance wild within the nightmare; share your thoughts with those that care
And know that they are there for you, those sympathetic souls that will
Help you through towards a dream state sanctuary you would be proud
To call your home.
We are not to distract from reality but to realise
The wisdom that we hold within the palm of our hands.
Each man as a God, each woman a goddess, and so is our race dressed
In the most divine of blessing, for as above so shall it be below,
And for those that know this is a blatant and not so recent an observation.
Integrate the whole of your existence as you embrace every breath you take,
Make the day for the keys of creation lay within you just as you know the
Darkness to reside in the corners of your heart. Purify the abyss with radiance.
Allow the divine potential that swells within you to rise and through resurrection
Shall you see the world anew, meditate beyond your state of mind.
Find all there is to find, for the world is yours for your appreciation.
Our saviours teach this, forever dying for our ability to see the world anew,
For if we were we not bound in shackles we would never know Freedoms kiss.
Persephone breathes upon the most blissful of breezes
My spirit is free, equal in one with all, ever calling upon the gods
Of natures abundance to know the happiness within which I swim
For sheer experience of its form. Death is no death but change anew
Beyond the cocoon of decomposition. Consider your position.
poem by David Lacey
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Where Blackness Is Reality
There are creatures of the underworld
That dwell in caves and dark dominion
Where blackness is reality
With light a total fiction
In human souls, in dark despair
Through open door of muddled mind
These creatures leave their loathsome lair
And slither hauntingly into humankind
Rot and revulsion in minds of evil men
Grow roots and plan to stay
Find fertile ground to nest and then….
Blossom evilly in loathsome ways
The helpless, the unwary souls
The innocent, the weak
Evil creatures from black, mind’s holes
Hungrily ooze out and seek
From time eternal, to time yet unfurled
This evil has been part of man’s condition
They’ll e’er be creatures of the underworld
That will dwell in man’s mind and dark dominion
poem by David Whalen
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Jealousy
It wasnt really nothin
I was just trying to have some fun
I let my guard down, I just turned round
Someone slashed me with a razor tongue
Its a strange situation
Im not quite sure what it means
The one I admire, my simple desire
Smothered by a love gone green
Must be jealousy, must be cause it sounds like
Jealousy, must be cause it looks like
Jealousy, must be cause it smells like
Jealousy, must be cause it feels like
Eyes are drilling holes in the back of your head
Someones got the number of your death bed, stepping into
Jealousy
Youre ready for a comeback
Youre back on your feet again
You think youre out from under
You hear a crack of thunder
Someone stabs you with a poison pen
If you try fightin dirty
Just try to keep it clean
cause no amount of trying and no amount of crying
Can save you from a love gone green
Must be jealousy
End of the dance and the loss of innocence
Jealousy drags me to my knees
Battered by a love gone green
song performed by by Utopia
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The Book of Urizen: Chapter VII
1. They named the child Orc, he grew
Fed with milk of Enitharmon
2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
A tight'ning girdle grew,
Around his bosom. In sobbings
He burst the girdle in twain,
But still another girdle
Opressd his bosom, In sobbings
Again he burst it. Again
Another girdle succeeds
The girdle was form'd by day;
By night was burst in twain.
3. These falling down on the rock
Into an iron Chain
In each other link by link lock'd
4. They took Orc to the top of a mountain.
O how Enitharmon wept!
They chain'd his young limbs to the rock
With the Chain of Jealousy
Beneath Urizens deathful shadow
5. The dead heard the voice of the child
And began to awake from sleep
All things. heard the voice of the child
And began to awake to life.
6. And Urizen craving with hunger
Stung with the odours of Nature
Explor'd his dens around
7. He form'd a line & a plummet
To divide the Abyss beneath.
He form'd a dividing rule:
8. He formed scales to weigh;
He formed massy weights;
He formed a brazen quadrant;
He formed golden compasses
And began to explore the Abyss
And he planted a garden of fruits
9. But Los encircled Enitharmon
With fires of Prophecy
From the sight of Urizen & Orc.
10. And she bore an enormous race
poem by William Blake
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Success For Jon london
Deep down below your conscious mind
another different world exists
Where it is possible to find
discarded dreams you left behind.
Because you chose to chase success.
You put your cherished dreams on hold,
your only thought to make progress
Towards your goal of more not less.
The happiness you hoped to find
In truth was just another dream
You fell for lies which were designed
to cloud your clarity of mind.
They succeeded obviously.
You were seduced by greed into
a frame of mind which enviously
Demanded that you try to be.
The only winner in the race.
The man inspiring jealousy,
the leading man who set the pace.
Your one desire to hold your place.
Until the day you realise
Riches can not buy happiness
A thought which takes you by surprise
There is no room for compromise.
Success cannot be measured by
how much you earn and what you own
Such trappings cannot satisfy
the early dreams you let slip by.
The dreams you might have made come true
Ambitions that you left behind
are waiting still to welcome you.
Success is finding peace of mind.
So you resign from the rat race
There is no reason to compete
You do not need to hold first place
A simpler way of life is sweet.
You can rescue discarded dreams
and try your best to make them true.
Those youthful madcap crazy schemes
that you dreamt up belong to you.
You’ve wasted years amassing wealth.
Which never brought you happiness
Paid scant regard to your own health
when nothing mattered but success.
Although success can be defined
In different ways by different men.
For me success is peace of mind
Which I was glad to find again.
1-Mar-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Darkest Hour
The world is truly a volatile place, much in need of protective grace,
The Grace of The Sovereign Lord, when His help below is implored.
Even when He’s not thought of, God moves, based upon His Love,
A Love which goes unparalleled, in opposing the evil forces of Hell.
The very forces plaguing the world, with all the darkest yet unfurled.
Yet all of the evil Satan may rail, against The Lord, shall not prevail,
God above shall protect His Own, through the Power of His Throne.
As Satan causes evil to flourish, wicked hearts involved, will perish.
All the terror we see upon earth, will in the end become much worse,
As Satan enters the heart of more, nations of men against our Lord.
The end shall come like a flood, as evil spills untold innocent blood,
As evil goes on without restraint, causing even the mightiest to faint.
When by God, The Spirit is taken; all of this earth shall be forsaken,
By the Light and Peace of God, left victim of Satan’s wrath and rod.
If this end time is not cut short, through the intervention of The Lord,
Satan would destroy all human life, through his dark, end time strife.
All this evil will be destroyed, when, The Lord of Glory returns again,
Ending all Satan’s wickedness, as it’s destroyed, by Righteousness,
The Righteousness of Christ alone, when He comes to save His own,
And bring in a Kingdom for all to see, will last throughout all Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
You and I
You came and just swayed my mind
The way the cloud of Nor'wester takes over the sky.
The way the earth is shaken by the whirlwind,
And the downpour washes away all that come by.
Like a mere existence in that flow, fully entwined,
Dancing on your tune in a complete submission, there was I.
Even after you are gone, you remain...
Like the dominance of storm felt in bowed down world
Like the lush green fields scream after the rain,
And the melody of dripping water entices a heart unfurled,
Like an ecstatic heart's dreams, the field is filled with grains.
In the joy of harvest, the blooming hopes swirled.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Disposable Syringes
Disposable syringes are used once,
Injected into the veins
Through which diseased blood runs,
Then they are discarded for ever,
The users throw them into the waste-baskets
And then they are further disposed of
Lest one should come into contact
And find himself infected,
So they are buried deep beneath the layer of earth.
Our leaders are the disposable syringes,
They are used once by pioneers of the world,
To protect their interests, to get them a reach
To sources of the soil, minerals and oil,
Then they are thrown, discarded,
Either murdered, or hanged,
And buried deep beneath the layer of time.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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989. What Is Solitude?
Amma, What Is Solitude?
World is always busy.
Blind mind too busy all the time.
I seek a place to be in solitude,
To brood over the meaningfulness
-of the existence of the world;
-of the existence of the mind.
On hill tops,
On river sides,
On vast deserts,
On sea shores,
In green vales …
Wherever I go,
Both world and mind follow me ever.
Can’t get rid of these shameless ones.
What is the meaning of SOLITUDE?
poem by Raman Savithiri
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Man Is Not Satisfied
Man, oh man! !
Man is not satisfied in this world;
From the beginning till now,
We are all destroying ourselves.
The world was made 'flesh' by creating Adam and Eve,
And they were given the plantation to control;
Then, Adam and Eve went against the Creator's will.
Man oh man!
This world is now controlled with hatred anf jealousy;
And man is not satisfied with all the blessings around,
For, in the name of winning power! ! Many are killed.
Even in love, mankind is not satisfied;
Oh man! ! Why do you leave your wife alone and sleep with another man's wife?
From one girlfriend to another,
Form one house to another,
From one room to another,
From one bed to another,
Man is not satisfied.
From one wowan to another!
But, our greediness will lead is nowhere;
For, hatred and jealousy had been dividing us than ever on this earth! !
Man, oh man!
When will we learn the perfect laws of the Creator? !
From Adam and Eve to this present day of men and women;
And, in vain we do hate each other on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Corner Of My Mind
I can see a man
Walk away and bend his head
He won't turn around
And there is her mom
Lookin' desperate and sad
And night is slowly fallin' down
In a corner of my mind
I can feel the time rewind
A little girl who stands there cryin'
Her little hopes are dying
In a corner of my mind
Are the tears i left behind
Just memories of a stolen heaven
Gone away forever
Lots of dreams that once were mine
I can always find
In a corner of my mind
And that little girl
In a ragged yellow skirt
She looks very scared
Hears her mother say
Girl - don't wanna see you hurt
He's gone - but he will always care
In a corner of my mind ...
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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The Fairytale
Contentment is only an elusion, mass delusion,
A fairytale: that comforts us wretched ones
We who suffer through this human existence.
Daily trying to go the distance.
We continue to dream our beautiful dreams,
Create get rich Schemes
Destroying our self esteems
Our soul cries and screams…..
The Fairytale will not wipe away the tears.
Mend a broken heart and dispel our hidden fears.
Nor heal your tormented spirit, after it has been torn apart.
Your mind in fragments, about to depart.
But then, through the blinding darkness of your pain,
There shines the light of hope, lit with a tiny grain of faith.
And you find the strength to try again.
And open your eyes to another day.
As we dwell in perpetual slavery;
We keep going, facing each day bravely.
Laboring for an ungrateful God in an unjust world.
Where the innocent are punished, and the guilty are made free.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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Heart And Minf Fight
My mind says,
Stay in the room
My heart says,
See the universe
My mind says,
She has only a body
My heart says,
She has a beautiful soul
My mind says,
Get the degree
My heart says,
Get the knowledge
My mind says,
Kill the neighbor
My heart says,
Love the neighbor
My mind says,
Plunder the entire world
My heart says,
Give to the world
My mind says,
God is not here
My heart says,
God is here
My mind says,
Rule on the earth
My heart says,
Live equal on the earth
My mind says,
Invent new weapons
My heart says,
Keep the peace
My mind says,
He is a small man
My heart says,
He is a big man
My mind says
He is ignorant
My heart says,
He is wise
My mind says,
Live for money
My heart says,
Live in love
My mind says,
He heart you
My heart says,
Forget his mistake
My mind says,
Don’t agree with his opinion
My heart says,
I respect his opinion
My mind says,
You are great poet
My heart says,
You are nothing
poem by Aroon George
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Jealously
Who was with you - where you been?
Baby it can't be this again
I can't cool it 'cos i can't win it with you
Words like punches - things we said
Under the belt and in the head
Down for the count in a cold cold bed
Beat by jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
You won't hear what i imply
What you say - i won't buy
You deny but you lie
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
Down suspicious - torn in doubt
Dirty vicious - knock me out
Danger, danger - stakes are high
Hook the blow between the eyes
Every round - we lose more ground
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
song performed by by Heart
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Sonnet: The Creator
What heart of love infinite and boundless
Had made the world for man and universe,
Replete with all his life's needs in excess,
And will to face all strife when it got worse!
What mind with knowledge unfathomable,
Had dwarfed all creatures into DNA
Making them function in admirable
Ways, specific, timely all night and day!
The secrets of the genomes may be out;
But God controls them ultimately well;
God's existence to man is still in doubt,
Because he can't see Him, heaven or hell!
The Author of the universe rewrites
The fate of every creature, big or small,
With loving care and finesse and recites
His love for man, glory, awaiting all!
Man is a grain of sand upon the shore!
The love of God comes knocking each heart's door!
poem by John Celes
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Life and death
This world is driven by two contending powers--
Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust,
And that dire pledge of Hell's self-perjured Lust--
And as we list must Heaven and Hell be ours.
Not light the election runs: lo, each devours
That savour set in each, while equal gust
Each uses; yet our choice support we must--
Blest wine or, this rejected, sweat that sours.
Love, oft through Hell that seems, acclaims what Heaven!
But Lust, through seeming Heaven, with easy breath
Slides on to Hell, how soon, how richly given!
If Love to heavenly state so quickeneth,
While Lust must e'er in cheating Hell be shriven,
They sponsor what, these powers, but Life and Death?
poem by William Baylebridge
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