A Prophet’s Zeal
The prophets are men of astonishing zeal,
Greatness reigns over their souls, so much meal.
Every prophet guarantees the result, the last day,
Professing special causes, leaning on shoulders.
Once war arises their brightness looms with divine light,
This action, this compulsion, and this pain, utters a sight.
Once they are seen, war erupts from the mountains too high,
And lava that is human flesh. Humans are troops, humans are!
When aid is given to the masses, prophets partake in conquest,
For their souls are no longer tested by the heads of government.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Humans Can Help
Humans are not us,
Our moods do not suit,
Birth is desirable,
Death is absolute.
Humanity can keep us and we keep,
Lots of them are unhappy but we are,
As much as solitude, and all we care
Is the happiness to use our life.
Human help is against the rule of ours,
Good deeds must permeate our souls,
But happiness is utilised, again I go.
Humanity did not suit us when we cared.
Humans will speak more today,
The next day is like each for us
For we design the joke of eternity like humans
But no.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Endless Greed
The greed of humans, haunts us all,
Till this very day, humans have not learn to share.
To those who have felt the sensation, even in the mall,
The chances of people feeling this sensation is very rare.
Though adults say we must give,
The question is, do they?
Some say we must give to live,
Though I know deep inside, the saying is not true, anyway.
Humans come from far and near,
Humans come from high and low.
Humans from different places,
Come to witness this tragedy.
On the day when humans no longer greed,
The world will finally be on it's feet.
The world can now walk freely,
As long as no one is greedy.
Poem by: Sora (Shaun)
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The praisers
You might not spot them in a crowd –
but for that certain stillness of the self-contained:
in conversation, not until some detail
of an action, person, or a deed
sparks their mind; then from their heart -
not, pours – but rather, in a fine, fine stream
of exquisite precision, flows - their praise:
as if their whole self gives itself to you
in some new form of thought, in which
there is no longer, they and you –
you are united in exalted praise;
and their eye shines – inviting you to join
a world above: perhaps they sum the virtue
of a person, action, deed; and yet,
while they are speaking, praise is seated there
above the virtues; they are prophets, seers,
visionaries of that which in our praise, we are..
and perhaps, you try to join them in your speech –
how awkwardly praise sits upon your tongue!
you, who prided so yourself, a balanced judge
of all your fellow humans…find yourself
now at some sad and puny tongue-tied loss..
so, practise, in ourselves, a year or two –
(there’s silent praise – the eye gives that away…)
and praise the praiseful in their mighty work:
another world awaits: where we become
the prophets of ourselves in timeless life.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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What if Human Nature was Blind?
What if the gems found
Deep down underground
Had feelings about what humans do
Had feelings about me and you?
What if these precious stones cry
What if they scream out, asking why?
As they are taken and studied
For human want, not the need?
What if the humans could hear
And feel each and every tear
These gems let loose as they are pried
From the comfort of the Earth dried?
What if the humans choose to look away
Causing the gems to feel the dismay
As they are left to feel the pain
Of the humans weather, mostly the rain.
Well, the gems will break and be no more
The humans will have nothing left, to put in their store.
poem by Thamer Mager
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Humans Being
Humans being
(off the twister soundtrack)
There is just enough christ in me
To make me feel almost guilty
Is that why God made us breed
To make us see were humans being
You break this, Ill break all that
You break my balls with all your crap
Spread your disease like lemmings breeding
Thats what makes us humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Some low life flat head scum infects
The sickness in his eyes reflects
You wonder why your life is screaming
Wonder why were humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Humans
Humans being
Were just humans, humans being
Thats what makes us
Humans being......
song performed by by Van Halen
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Most of the tasks we do are for humans. For example, a tax calculation is counting numbers so the government can pull money out from my wallet, but government consists of humans.
quote by Yukihiro Matsumoto
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The thing we must do intensely is be human together. People are more important than things. We must get together. The best thing humans can have going for them is each other. We have each other. We must reject everything which humiliates us. Humans are not objects of consumption. We must develop an absolute priority of humans ahead of profit — any humans ahead of any profit. Then we will survive. … Together.
quote by Frank Herbert
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A Human-Animal!
Who is sexually interested much - guy or girl?
Guy says it openly but girl never though crazy!
Easiest way to pass time or forget oneself is sex!
Humans too are animals or human-animals ever!
Intellectually and spiritually human is far high;
But for procreation only animal way is for him!
Overcoming sexual desire is human's obligation;
Most of them have not transcended its realm ever;
Only then intellectual, intuitional powers work...!
Human body is a great wonder but it's finite ever;
Only human spirit is infinite on par with divinity
And that only can give eternal pleasure longer ever!
Knowing this why humans fail to overcome craziness?
Human is animal only though has mind and spirit ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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No truth is universal
I could not find a truth
Put forth by seers and prophets
As universally acceptable
Across humans, fauna and flora.
11.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Buccaneers of love
Buccaneers of love
In the love legends
Not resembling the angels
But they are prophets of the hearts
Their revelation
The true love
The endless love
The renewed love
Appreciating love
Living for the love
Dying for the love
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
Their souls are innocent
Swimming in the sky
To rain their dreams
And they are swimming
In space of the longing
To rain the hope
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
Under hearts angles
They are shadowing
And they are sucking
The wine nectar
From lips of lovers
Not robbing the shyness
And not assassinating tears
Not hurting the feelings
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
A toast of the evening
A toast of the morning
Adoring the evening
Adoring the morning
Coloring the seashores
With affections
Besieging the hearts
With feelings
Besieging the eyes
With beauty
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
Waiting for the night
To feel with the warmth of chests
When the lips melt
And the bodies burn
For beginning love
Buccaneers of love
Prophets of the hearts
poem by Naji Almurisi
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Power Shines
Power shall shine in amounts too loud,
Lowest crimes reflect the light of the crowd.
Power has action and burden, full motion,
Why does power see also the reason for transaction?
It justified the world’s tragedy, a most wanted man,
When do humans see light to redefine a life-span?
It allowed us to restrict the pain, pain is no compulsion,
For suffering collects to exert an initiation.
Powerful men live by the phrase too spoken,
For they drive in medical suits and use perception.
Power is a siren far too confusing,
It will haunt your moments developing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 65
When God draws the sword of wrath, prophets and saints draw in their heads, but if he casts a look of grace, he converts wicked into virtuous men.
If at the resurrection he addresses us in anger
What chance of pardon will even prophets have?
Say: ‘Remove the veil from the face of mercy
Because sinners entertain hopes of pardon.’
Light Illuminating Answers?
cliché concepts
maintain all light sources
like all religions
are type different
yet all give the same light
I ask is this right?
do not all religions
have major minor prophets?
did all provide identical intensities
of light illuminating answers?
I have decades
pondered upon light
and light sources.
I concluded cliché concept
all are different
yet all give the same light
is a generalization flawed
fails applied acid tests
which light fuels are best?
I concluded different fuels
qualities of pure impure waxes
various liquid light sources
give different intensities
of light to illuminate rooms
illuminate spiritual seekers
especially philosophies
in source spiritual illuminations
differentiates souls
Buddha Christ Mahatma Gandhi
were pure flames pure souls
purified in life final experiences?
in comparison their completed
choice enlightened beautified lives
make most base material mortals
share contrast some life horror failings
similar to hate rage racist foul flames
of beast Hitler Himmler fallen dark souls
not all aspire to divine aspirations
pray with sincere heart souls
judgement offers soul scale measures?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Child Of Fire
Born into darkness in saturns sight
Riding the night like the wind
Ripping the heart form a world that is right
Treading the borders of sin.
Child of fire
The souls that are damned
By the pain that you bring
Send you higher
Slashing destruction, your right hand sword ringing
To the ends of the earth you will fly
Conquering masses in wanton deception
Blood-red your black flag waves high
Child of fire
The souls that are damned
By the pain that you bring
Send you higher
Look around, is this the end that you have foreseen
The pain, the misery in us all
What was it that you knew? will we one day learn it too
And together build another way, to the morning
Or will it ever come again
Youve poisoned all our hopes
We have nothing now, and what of the children
What has this done to them? damn you for the pain
That they must feel
The last hero standing no time to turn back
Hes listening, he waits for your call
The black barren plains reflect the hope of the same
For one only waiting to fall
Child of fire
The souls that are damned
By the pain that you bring
Send you higher
song performed by by Queensryche
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Divine Help
Forgetting the names of humans
We declare that heads and hearts
Shall intertwine and cause exits
And entries inside the circuits of blood.
These liquid circuits contain new oxygen
To bleed into our souls,
We breath this.
Have you forgotten my name?
I am your pleasant news today,
I am a well-worn sweater
Or someone's doctor.
Let the blood alert us to displeasure
Expressed by the Lord.
We must never enter a loop,
We must finish respiration
And death shall be our helper,
The angels can consider
But always with an obedient
And divine circuit.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Earth And The Sun
We collect light from the sun
Because we inhabit the world
And receive the wrath of heat.
Life begins to consume the air,
Air particles are inhaled by humans,
And let the humans collect and cultivate.
Compelling the earth to be alive,
The Sun is a massive star of brilliance,
As a star it carries immense fireballs.
Light from the sun has been perceived
By the entire animal and plant kingdoms;
Humans feel the moon more than the sea.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Prophets at Home
Prophets have honour all over the Earth,
Except in the village where they were born,
Where such as knew them boys from birth
Nature-ally hold 'em in scorn.
When Prophets are naughty and young and vain,
They make a won'erful grievance of it;
(You can see by their writings how they complain),
But 0, 'tis won'erful good for the Prophet!
There's nothing Nineveh Town can give
(Nor being swallowed by whales between),
Makes up for the place where a man's folk live,
Which don't care nothing what he has been.
He might ha' been that, or he might ha' been this,
But they love and they hate him for what he is.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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There Is A Poetry Of Exaltation And Exuberance
THERE IS A POETRY OF EXALTATION AND EXUBERANCE
There is a Poetry of Exaltation and Exuberance-
It comes from souls and sounds greater than mine-
I can hear such Poetry
But I cannot echo it.
What would humans be
If we could not recognize
‘Greatness’ in others
We ourselves will never have?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Hunting Humans (Lyrics)
Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide
Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
It's killing time every evening
I can't control this eerie feeling
An evil screaming in my head
I don't think I'll last the night
There is no cure
For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans...
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Hymn 33
Absurdity of infidelity.
1 Cor. 1:26-31.
Shall atheists dare insult the cross
Of our Redeemer, God?
Shall infidels reproach his laws,
Or trample on his blood?
What if he choose mysterious ways
To cleanse us from our faults?
May not the works of sovereign grace
Transcend our feeble thoughts?
What if his gospel bids us fight
With flesh, and self, and sin,
The prize is most divinely bright
That we are called to win.
What if the foolish and the poor
His glorious grace partake,
This but confirms his truth the more,
For so the prophets spake.
Do some that own his sacred name
Indulge their souls in sin?
Jesus should never bear the blame,
His laws are pure and clean.
Then let our faith grow firm and strong,
Our lips profess his word;
Nor blush nor fear to walk among
The men that love the Lord.
poem by Isaac Watts
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