From Earth To Heaven
I thank a lot of the crowd for rescuing me,
I witness a people giving praise to He-
The God, a being of supreme godliness
That He Himself betrays the devils in absoluteness.
We spun the web that enlightened an audience
Of nature.
They cry due to ill-health and minor discomforts
But the real shame has won and overtaken us.
He is not one who forgets, nor does He know only a lot
But best of all, justice carries through
Like wishes are made for you.
Opening thoughts thinking for more worship.
Offices shall brighten the place of the afterlife
In which houses the distinct couples of time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Worship
Worshippers by God are sought, from the souls He has bought,
Every believer bought by Christ, to worship throughout their life;
The worship that God does seek, is more than just once a week,
It's far beyond a weekly throng, of believers lifting up their song.
Worship is not in part, but whole, all one's mind, body, and soul,
We're to worship in spirit and Truth, with active worship as proof,
Worshipfully seeking God's face, this, at any time and any place,
Truly lifting up our heart to Him, with worshipful intent not a whim.
We worship any time or hour, compelled by love and Holy power.
As we truly lift up our heart to God, anywhere on this earthly sod,
Lifting up Worship to The Lord, worthy to be praised and adored,
For all that The Lord God has done, in giving to us His Only Son.
Our worship is for every nation, a worshipful praise for Salvation,
God's Salvation, offered to us, through The Savior, Christ Jesus,
Worshipfully telling Salvation's story, all to the Lord God's Glory,
Thinking on Him, we truly rejoice, lifting up praise, with one voice.
Compared to God we're quite small, so we worship Christ in awe,
Bowing our hearts in humbleness, as we extol His Righteousness,
For he had left His Eternal Throne, to redeem us as His very Own,
So, we go on in worshipful praise, throughout all our earthly days.
Godliness consists in the knowledge love & worship of God, Humanity in love, righteousness & good offices towards man.
quote by Isaac Newton
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Some People Worship
Some people worship the fiery sun
And some the crescent moon
Some people worship the stars above
But God I worship you
Some people worship dragons
And some hand carved statues
Some people worship the devil
But God I worship you
You created the heavens above
The earth with color of every hue
Then in your image you made man
God I worship you
Some people worship their president
And some their nation too
Some people worship themselves
But God I worship You!
© by Patricia Bankhead
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When I'm shooting, really the audience I'm thinking the hardest about is that first test screening audience who I want to like the film and that first opening weekend audience.
Distance Does Not Exist
to people with some questions
in their minds
and to people who care to listen
just plain
talking
without any vested interest
for what i owe
and what you owe
to me
for us who keep
on opening our hearts
and keeping
our fingers
busy with words
the ones
that we choose
not to hurt
but to elucidate
and
enlighten and make other people feel
that this world
is kind
compassionate
always ready
to listen
and be heard
for us
a toast, we just made it
we abolished distances
and now
the rule
is this
pure and simple intimacy
good thoughts
and wishes of health
may the force be with us
may distances shrink like raisins
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can I Get A Witness
Can I get a witness
Maybe you got faith
In where this is going
Maybe Ill pull up the stakes
And Ill be letting go
I could not believe
I could not believe
Can I get a witness, witness x3
You know a lot of times I think how big
And I feel lost on the zag zig now
I could not believe
I could not believe
Can I get a witness, witness x3
And some of these people are just so lame
I dont feel like a pupil
Just a loser on a game show
I just cant believe it
No, I cant believe it
Can I get a witness, witness x3
Im rooting for you
And I toasted when I heard about you
And how you got a witness
A citizen maybe in another place
Here comes the wind
Im a chaser
Its time to leave
Here comes
Its time to leave
Can I get a witness, witness (repeat)
song performed by by Frank Black
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Godlinesses
Godliness has no reality when there is ghostliness
In the mind and the spirit.
You may learn far into the future,
Far into livid danger,
Into a large maelstrom over the other one,
As if the thinkers and last resort were mentioned
But your thought-stream may not.
Your thought to make is actually too fabulous
As a chronicle of time after death.
You stay at this station you have earned
And receive reward for your lamentation.
Hurrah! The rewards are few but much like you.
Godlier is the man in the window, in the doorway,
And in a house you have committed. Why are you so high?
Godliness has no reality when there is loneliness
In the body and soul.
You may learn further than anyone,
Farther than purity and pure bravery,
As much as a store of real wisdom,
Like philosophy and scholarship
But your elucidation may lack skill.
Your fact to concoct is probably inventive
Like a sold part that carries a price.
You make cellos to play for crying to be made
And receive applause insidiously.
Hurrah! The rewards are so small for some yet you yourself have such.
Godliest souls are in the eye of rarity, as a grateful mode
Which houses the resolution to succeed
and deliver praises to God and the Most High.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sometimes I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder
why people doubt Your Godliness
and without modesty
they mean that there are borders
to you omnipotence, as if lenses
of their telescopes can look
at Your real existence
and they find nothing to suit their wishes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Afterlife
Do you believe in the afterworld
Or the afterlife?
Do you agree there's a place for us
Beyond our life
Where the timeless call for life
Is lost and you will see
The forgotten dreams
That you once had become reality
They will be set free - another day
You cannot leave if you do not want to stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Life's a dream that you will forget
In the endless space
And the scars you got on planet Earth
Will be erased
You were blind until your eyes have stopped to see
And your powers unfold by the moment
You hit eternity
You will be set free
But you'll never return
That's the price you have to pay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Now you're gone without a word
You didn't say goodbye
I miss you here where are you now
An angel in the sky?
Your visit here has been so short
You left to be set free
But I believe we'll meet again
And together we will stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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The Adventurer of God
They are solid steel, the rocks are built by gods,
Mountains and volcanoes are one, by gods.
Yet we see the lava flow and the abolishment,
To address them is to arrive at and abandon, by gods.
Any geographical feature on the map carries fascination,
One is adventured, one is fine with distortion, by gods.
The map is a remedy for the plain and ill, the happier,
Yellow streams and wooden forests are a distinction, by gods.
Let us laugh and be merry on this whole globe,
Let godliness reign supreme with this incantation, by gods.
The gods are lovable towards their kingdom,
The wishes of the valley are mine in slow-motion, by the gods.
poem by Naveed Akram
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He and The She of 'IT' Prepares
They turn up the heat
To begin a more visible sweep
Of mass confusion
Created on streets urban...
Wherever they are where people meet
And greet.
To delude those to believe
They are followed by ghosts and goblins!
Enemies they've secreted from between
Griting teeth
To market war games.
Injecting a taste of blood
To boost it's affection
Smeared on innocent hearts!
And induce us to crave
The sweetness of conflict!
And the stage is prepared,
With an audience made
To embrace the message
They protect to die for!
As a plan for the final assault is made
For ALL consciousness to be dismissed!
Be it UN...DONE...or BROKEN!
They want to shatter thinking thoughts,
To have everyone viewing their production,
Of 'Captured Fools Who Kept Faith'
But The Divine is watching!
And will not allow them to lavish in grandeur!
There are those who know...
'IT' to be The Supreme Divine of Light.
He and The She of IT prepares
To make an entrance
Far beyond anything Loretta Young has done.
~And Loretta Young was born to make an entrance.~
This time...
The Supreme Divine of Light
Is going to make it right,
For you and me and even 'them'
Overnight!
And...with surprises!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enlightenment
Enlighten me. I ask of Thee
and show me what is real.
No thoughts escape my thinking.
They trap all that I feel.
I need to know. I can't let it go.
How hard it is for me.
Why can't I be just like my friends,
unaware, and just carefree?
They see the world quite differently.
I wait for them to change
I watch. I observe and I pray for them.
They seem so out of range.
There will come a time when they too
will ask to be enlightened.
It will come as a flash in their thinking
and at first they will be frightened.
But fear will leave them finally
and be replaced by love.
Then my life will be justified
with enlightentment from above.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Mystery of Godliness
Friend, the mystery of godliness, becomes a part of your witness.
For when you come to Jesus Christ, you begin to walk a holy life.
A walk devoted to Christ our Lord, and one that will not be ignored.
For not only is God watching you, but men see all you say and do.
This godliness comes from within, from Jesus, as you walk in Him.
Christ’s Spirit, sent by Him, takes up residence, and resides within.
And The Spirit living within, renders dead, your previous life of sin.
Now your new life and its desire, is not from earth but much higher.
The Mystery of Godliness is great; and it’s His return that we await.
There’s no question about this life, the godliness is found in Christ.
He appeared in a body on the earth, this through a miraculous birth,
Was vindicated by The Spirit of God, and coming back with His rod.
He was seen by angels and men, in a world that stood condemned.
He preached among every nation, the glorious Gospel of Salvation.
Men in the world believed in Him, and He was taken to Glory again.
Christ left us with a world to reach, and a message for us to preach.
Christ is our example of a holy life, and the Godly image of sacrifice.
The mystery was revealed in Him, on the cross as He forgave our sin.
And today the mystery of godliness, lights the way for us to witness.
Any godliness that men may see, is because of Christ, not you or me.
Look Backward
There is no use going forward
Where we have nothing but hollow words
Only promises but with no more bright future
Even our existence is no more stable or sure
Where are we heading for?
Towards total peace or intermittent war!
Casualties to count more than war times!
One is compelled to think seriously sometimes
Thousands of people die on the name of ideology
It is worst crime than to destroy the ecology
How human mind can again be made fertile?
Fed with ideas that are in real sense worthwhile
Travel from one end of the universe to another
The storms of all kinds don’t seem to wither
Daily it plays havoc with our mental system
How long and relentlessly we go on thinking about them?
We will have to come back or return to nature
Original place from where we had learnt about future
To advance for the betterment of mankind
But today not a fraction of it is available to find
No a single soul wants to live under fear
We have spent ages to come so near
Today we wish to live without any fear
But destruction and uncertainty is seen everywhere
World doesn’t belong to us any more
It has become distinct possibility therefore
Who knows when world will return to normalcy?
Will it be made possible by way of diplomacy?
Free exchanges and tolerance is the key to peace
Now people to people contacts are almost not at ease
There prevails distrust and hatred for certain races
Let us not leave behind heritage with such traces
No one will benefit but people at large may suffer
We will have nothing on hand to enjoy and to offer
Why not at least on God’s name we try to adjust and co-exist
Without maintaining any kind of acrimony or giving the twist
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Weight of the Wind
The wind carries much more than we see
It carries a lot of what makes you and me
The wind blows and carries lies
Around the world it carries cries
We don't hear nor see any of these things
We don't know or feel what the wind brings
The wind carries the wishes and dreams
The wind carries promises down streams
On it lays our secrets we hold inside
Also the love for others we try to hide
It carries so much oh how I wish to know
With all that weight how can the wind blow?
poem by Mathew Welch
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Familiarity With The World, Finally....
no place does not give you a distraction
the sound of the machine that lingers in the air and pierces your ear
it will always be there
the sound of engines
more cruel than thunder
and folding waves of the storms at sea
bigger than houses
shall always meet you straight in the eye
deeper in your mind
there seems to be no peaceful place of the leaves and
grass
where you can rest your body where your soul finds an imaginary
home
where the heart can sleep and dream
there seems to be none
and so you run and run as fast as you can to find it
but the running even if it does not stop
finds no such place
and hopeless then
you rest upon a field of destructive sounds and then begin to
accept them as they are
the mad cry of the baby, the heated exchange of hate between
couples, the war of governments and people,
all these are very real
are becoming spots in your skin
your very own shadow that goes with you everywhere you go
you too, is that sound of anger and despair
this is the world
this is your place
now, you must learn what is this all about
rest your head upon the madness of the crowd
sleep amidst the chaos
this is finally what we call as home
yes, a home in a very crowded mall, in a very narrow path
towards a broken door, that slanted room.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Philosopher
I have not heard a tiger who has killed another tiger
I have not heard a serpent killing another serpent
But a man kills another man
There man is different from another animal
If evolution Darwin style has at all taken place
Then it unconsciously explored diabolical values
Animated in man
It discovered modern states modern technology
Modern warfare and market Marxism and Nationalism
And the devils of men seldom fight for fightings sake
They fight either for democracy or for socialism
The philosopher of the devils
Whose head was full of a project of an international city
Where the richest men under the sun
Would excelsior to the sun belt of godliness
Being pent up in air conditioned houses
Declared that through these discoveries of nationalism
And internationalism the life divine will descend upon the scene
These philosophers can quicken the advent
Of the Doomsday
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Homelessness In Winter
back about 30 years ago,
living on the streets in Charlotte...
finally found a job... was lucky enough
to have a place to take a shower...
sleeping in the backseat of a broke
down Ford Maverick... cold winter...
got up and walked 4 miles to work
every morning,4 miles 'home' in the
evening...
went on for a couple months before
i got a place to live...
so yes i know what homelessness
feels like...and i cant help thinking
about all the empty foreclosed houses....
empty houses, homeless people....
back then, even if you couldnt find a
real job, they had a place where you
could go and line up to do day work...
worked all day for about 25 dollars...
if you couldnt do that, you could always
sell blood.... i dont know what they do
now....i just know it's a hard life...and if
you've got family, got kids...
something to think about the next time
you see a homeless person walking the
streets!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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People from a world corner
The worst poverty in the world
The worst discrimination in the world
While people thinking about Global Warming
Corner people thinking how to survive
Corner people struggling one day by one day
While people living in the rocket age
Corner people walking miles to miles for one day survive
Corner people surprising whenever a plane is flying
While people thinking about living on other planets
Corner people crying to get a four feet square area
Corner people watering their blood for a four feet squares area
While people thinking about homosexual marriage
Corner people giving their lives for saving their children
Corner people growing never ever seeing their parents
While people thinking about which food is the best in the world
Corner people running thousand miles to get a few rice
Corner people dying lack of food and water
While people thinking about legalization of prostitution
Corner people not knowing what is the law
Corner people never seeing decided by a just justice
Corner people are not people!
Corner people are not from this world!
I would wonder............
poem by Zaw Myat Htoo
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Sonnet: Men Collude in Sin
Some mortal sins are of convenience,
Like adultery, murder and false-witness
Between two individuals or more; hence
People commit them without harness.
The devils link the minds amongst sinners,
To sign a pact of mutual sinful ‘joy’;
And soon turn out to be real winners,
While sinful souls imagine they enjoy!
The bond grows stronger with the passing time;
The sinful habit turns now addiction;
The partners sin in almost any clime;
Until the devils bring on them affliction.
But lo! Tis late for remorse, repentance;
’Tis time for God to pronounce His sentence.
5-31-2002 by John Celes
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