Whispers
My bones speak to me
In the middle of the night
When the whisper of nothingness surrounds me.
They say,
'All is an illusion.'
We
Who have formed from particles born a millinea before you
Know.
We
Who have been part of the universe
Have carried this knowledge with us and it speaks to you
It does not matter if you worship idols or
A god you can not see
God
Is a man made creation
Whether formed from clay
Or
Of the imagination.
He is a machine made to serve man's purpose
Where woman is trampled underfoot
Like
Day old garbage
Lying in the street.
The Creator
Never intended for his voice to get lost
But
How can you hear the whisper of truth
When
Surrounded by blaring traffic and noise.
The Creator
Put the voice inside every creation
The voice that laughs at man made religion
And knows
Religion is a figment of the imagination.
A man made monster
Always needing more blood
More sacrifice.
How have we really changed
From our Aztec, Egyption, Greek
ancestry?
Where
Sacrifices of blood were offered
To appease the thirst of angry gods?
The Creator
Does not need your man made God or religion.
Sit still and listen
To the voice whispering the truth inside you.
Softer that silence
Darker than mahagony
Shinier than the stars in the sky.
Stark and naked it stands
Obvious
To our
Oblivious eyes.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Plan of Creation
Life's terms, life's rules.
Rules made up by life,
But not the creator of life.
Life tries to challenge the rules of the creator.
It tries to change the rules of the creator.
But the creator can never be changed.
Nor can His rules.
He should never be challenged.
His wisdom and knowledge is the design.
For I am not the designer.
I am merely a part of the plan.
Of the overall design.
A beautiful creation, by a beautiful creator.
My mind is my cage, my box.
To live outside the box is to be truly free.
The creator's creation is creative.
But I am only a piece of the puzzle.
A puzzle is many pieces, that creates a big picture.
For I am not the big picture,
I am merely just a part of it.
I am not the beginning.
I am not the end.
I am just something in between.
I am stuck in the middle.
And there is no place I would rather be.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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God
If to hold life
With its beauty
And qualities
Is religion!
God, where are you as a creator?
If we have doubt in
Hell and heaven
But believe in you
Without those
What creator are you?
If we are born
Again, again
Due to our sin
Then who resides in
Hell and heaven?
Matters are to be seen
As they are creation,
They want to see you,
As the creator too.
Unseen is nothing to them
So they accept creation
Without the creator,
God, be spontaneous and automatic
Behave like infinity
Without start and end
As they created this logic
Behind the creation!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Religion And Magic
Who are these fellows?
Religion - Magic
Are they siblings who seem remarkably similar?
Are they identical twins - fantastically alike in all things?
Are they but two sides of the same coin - the coin of illusion?
Which came first - religion or magic?
The answer remains shrouded in the dim mists
Of our early steps on the stage of our existence
Magic - creator of illusion masked as reality
Religion - creator of illusion from reality
Both create illusion - purvey the same mask
Magic and religion present illusion as truth
This is my view
Another may be for you
Yet know this - If you believe illusion be truth or truth illusion
The result is the same.
Claude H Oliver II
4/28/2012
poem by Claude H Oliver II
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He Is the Creator
He made the heavens and the earth by His Power!
He is the Creator;
He established the world by His Wisdom,
And He is the Creator;
He created us for a purpose,
And He is the Creator;
So why worship other Gods and Goddesses today? !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Time And Space
Time and Space existed
Before the First Creation,
Before the First Cause,
And the First Consequence,
Of The Divine Thought,
At the Dark Night of Nothingness,
When only silences prevailed,
So these are not a Creation,
If not a creation then Creator,
The First and the Last,
The Innermost and the Outermost:
The Being that stretched
Beyond limits of the man-made
Figures and standards
Billions, trillions or zillions.
These are the two Facets
Of the same Thought,
Of The same Being: The Creator,
The First and the Last,
The Innermost and the Outermost,
The Final Reality of the Universe,
And the Reality beyond the Cosmos.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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General Revelation
Upon the earth lives abound, with your eyes just look around,
There’re creatures of all kinds, a witness, to hearts and minds,
All kinds of different creatures, all made with varying features,
Many living alongside of man, all part of God’s awesome plan.
Animals for the land, sea and sky, created by the Lord on high,
Made in every stripe and color, filling His Creation with wonder,
Birds created with wings to fly, high above this earth in the sky,
With other creatures made to be, swimmers deep within the sea.
On the earth where man does trod, land creatures made by God,
That together with man freely roam, on the earth many call home.
All a testimony of God’s Creation, to every man, of every nation,
A witness pointing to the Creator, who is for man his only Savior.
But, there’s much indifference to, The Lord loved by me and you,
With many denying Creation’s Truth, even in light of all this proof,
Yet God’s Creation of many kinds, dumbfounds scientific minds,
Who embrace the futile thought, evolution is how all was wrought.
What men see in God’s Creation, is for us His General Revelation,
But, a Creator, many won’t conceive, for Creation they disbelieve,
Still, they all remain without excuse, when eternally they shall lose,
Rejecting Creation’s awesome proof, they will face God’s reproof.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Have you Really ever understood yourself?
Life is a journey of lessons
But we get lost in recess
on the way
Homework forgotten and neglected
far too much time
spent in play
We became followers and shirkers
Too lazy to put effort in
Where we could have made ourselves
brilliant
We just struggled with no depth within
Religion was made for the lazy
the ones who lost touch long ago
The Bible a book packed with lessons
that most of the world didn't know
A misunderstood work used in error
Wars caused through Man's ignorance
of the word
Left a world struggling in terror
long buried truth never heard
Religion was born out of fears
a lost time with nothing to hold
superstition was ripe and compelling
It caused man to become violent and bold
The truth is that man is but spirit
here on this earth as his school
a place where trial an error
have made religion the work of a fool
Spirit was given a place here
to have faith in a God it can trust
Believing in him is the answer
accepting this fact is a must
We need to get rid of religions
Cults that man now seeks for power
get back to the truth in our system
for this is the time and the hour
We have a mind so amazing
we can be anything that we think
without superstition and religion
our spirit fills with wisdom to the brink
Nothing holds back a true spirit
No religion or cult formed by man
Control by those people not Gods will
Certainly was not part of God's plan
Within us we hold all the power
That was given to us for our own
We just have to think it to receive it
The power of this not well known
Man may never learn his lessons
and have to return over again
but during the time of his schooling
he will have to start using his brain.
poem by Janice M Pickett
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What Voice? ...
On this World Voice Day
It's a duty of us all
A pause for reflecting
Thanking the Creator
And all those who gave
And those who keep giving
Their voice for Love
For their wishes for Peace
And for the deepest Lament!
It's the voice of the Humanist
It's the voice of the Actor
It's the voice of the Poet
It's the voice of every Artist
It's the voice of the Scientist
The voice of the voiceless
And the voice of those able to voice it
Yet... they're deprived of doing so
And it doesn't reach us
As it would be fair, though!
April 16,2012
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Woman 26
Woman is the mystry of God
Woman is the miracle of creation
All greats are born out of woman
Woman is the womb of whole creation.
No man knows what is woman
It's onlly God knows what is woman
It's only God knows what for the woman is
Worship woman, woman is the religion
of all religion
Place your holy flower
On the budding nipple
of a virgin woman.
poem by Devil Poet
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Meeting eye to eye
i have to agree i am still in the
process of being made
yet to be fullyfunctional
i hardly know myself
the good news is i have
started to recognise
a little of you as you are
all hands, thoughts
spirits over me
i feel you in my dreams
in my waking state
and quite aware
you make things
happen a coincidence
one time too often
are you excited?
this creature is
starting to respond
to get to know what's around
despite the darkness
that surrounds him as to
his own significance
in the chain of creation?
I will keep what little
part that is now me
open to the next step
of your creation
does it excite?
does it make me
fly through the sky?
does it make me
round like planet in space?
in a perpetual state
of meditation?
i will pray, pray, pray with
all the consciousness
that i possess to
get to the heart of myself
so that i could respond
with all of myself
pull myself together
when we are to meet
eye to eye
yes, i know i am
still being made
thanks for inspiring
me to meditate on you
thanks for teaching me this:
know yourself, know your creator
i know i am still
being made
three quarters made
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Hear
(diana ross/stan scates)
What is this i hear
Falling softly in my ears
Quietly telling me to wipe away my tears
Yesterdays are gone
And love has cleared the way
No matter who you are
You can touch the stars
Life's interactions can make you smile
Just listen to the voice in your heart
The voice is near you, it's never too far
The voice is with you, where ever you are
It's closer than close, calling to your heart
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
The voice will never leave you
It lives deep down inside
It's calling you, asking you
To open up your heart
All things are achievable
Nothing is impossible
You can reach your highest high
You can make it if you try
Life's interactions can make you smile
Just listen to the voice in your heart
The voice is near you, it's never too far
The voice is with you, where ever you are
It's closer than close, calling to your heart
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
Follow where it leads you in the dark
The voice will guide your heart
The voice is always near
I hear the voice, i found the voice
From the mountains to the sea
The voice of love is calling me
Where ever you are, the voice is near you
It's never too far, the voice is with you
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Who Made The Law ?
Who made the Law that men should die in shadows ?
Who spake the word that blood should splash in lanes ?
Who gave it forth that gardens should be bone-yards ?
Who spread the hills with flesh, and blood, and brains ?
Who made the Law ?
Who made the Law that Death should stalk the village ?
Who spake the word to kill among the sheaves,
Who gave it forth that death should lurk in hedgerows,
Who flung the dead among the fallen leaves ?
Who made the Law ?
But who made the Law ? the Trees shall whisper to him:
'See, see the blood - the splashes on our bark !'
Walking the meadows, he shall hear bones crackle,
And fleshless mouths shall gibber in silent lanes at dark.
Who made the Law ? At noon upon the hillside
His ears shall hear a moan, his cheeks shall feel a breath,
And all along the valleys, past gardens, croft, and homesteads,
HE who made the Law,
He who made the Law,
He who made the Law
shall walk along with Death.
WHO made the Law ?
poem by Leslie Coulson
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In The Beginning
In the beginning was the WORD,
And the WORD was with YAWEH ALMIGHTY;
The power of Yahweh created the Universe with,
The Light to shine upon the Universe;
'Let there be Light' and, there was Light.
Then HE created man out of the soil of the ground,
A living man who needed a suitable companion;
Out of man came woman as the companion.
Oh mankind! You were made from the soil and,
You will return to it one day;
Yahweh joined then together as Husband and Wife.
Creation has a very long way but,
Time after time we do go against the laid down rules.
The essence of Marriage is lost today and,
Where are the ethics of the Creator?
We cannot even see to our mistakes.
To err is human but, to know is better;
Where is the integrity of our marriages?
Where is the beauty of the Creator's rule?
We have lost the true meaning of marriage.
'Let there be Light'! But, our lights no longer shine.
HE created man out of the soil and,
Woman out of man;
But, we have used the man-made laws to change the rules.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Change The World
Imagine a place only your soul can vision
The heart of a child who looks, sees, and listens
Paints a picture using every color
And what she sees she sees it like no other
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
The art of innocence makes so much sense
Of a place there no wrong has well then it's wasted
Filtered through the eyes of a pure mind
A one of a kind, paradise for you and I, you and I
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
Break the cycle, find your rhythm
Share the gift that you've been given - Love
You can, You can Change The World
You can Change The World with love
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
song performed by by P.O.D.
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The Alpha and the Omega
The Alpha and the Omega, the creator is He.
I bow before HIM, for HIS love I have in me
Don't disrespect any religion, as we are not the judge
it's the Almighty above! then why do we keep a grudge?
He listens to all whatever caste or creed
The doors to heaven will open to those with good deeds
Religion is sacred, embedded in our hearts
We know who the creator, just different is our path
Judaism, Buddhism, Christianity or Islam
All have their destiny written in their palms
So practice whatever religion, or preach if you so
If your concept is not clear, don't know where you'll go......
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Legacy of the Purple Robe
The legacy of the purple robe,
Worn by the most powerful of kings, Gods, and highest of lords,
The purple robe of majesty, embedded with diamond galore,
The legacy of the apparel and the creator never seen before,
In correlation with the platinum crown,
The Creator of everything wearing the magic gown,
Beyond the planet Earth, the creator beyond the renowned,
Creator of the nine planets and the galaxy all around,
Beyond the sky, the solar system painted by the creator,
The creator without a name, the universe’s dictator,
Higher than Zeus, God, Allah, something much greater,
The creator with portraits of the universe, the painter,
Wearing the purple gown and the platinum crown, the God of all,
Within the asteroid belt, the universe’s wall,
In the creator’s portrait, the solar system enthralled,
Not a religion, but something higher than the skies,
Something invisible, looking down on the Earth with blue eyes,
Beyond religion, the highest of the power of gods refined,
The artist of the universe’s blueprint that’s intricately designed,
Creator of the moon, the grass, the mountains, and the sun that shines,
The purple robe beyond the stars, worn by the creator in the royal shrine,
The purple robe and the platinum crown, only worn by the most creative of mind,
For this creator was truly a painter, an artist of the universe,
Inflicted by hypergraphia and insanity of mind, the artist’s curse,
That sits above the realm of space when the planets dispersed,
At one point everything was one planet cluttered in space,
Until he created boundaries within the realm that separated planets in a linear trace,
Above the galaxy in the darkened realm beyond the stars the creator’s place,
Until he created the new portrait of the big bang, and the old blueprint was replaced,
Within one shattering boom of the storm, the portraits transformed in haste,
And the cluttered planet was forgotten forever without a trace,
Now separated in the solar system,9 planets are spread in space,
The purple robe, only worn by the artist and the God of everything,
Compulsively observing his portrait sitting on the different sections of the asteroid ring,
The platinum crown, and the purple robe, worn by the ultimate king,
Beyond religion, the highest power humans never seen,
The creator, that painted everything.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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Body Violin Voices Sing In Heaven
flesh is but an instrument of thy will
normally in form case left unplayed
musicians free so choose instruments
to suit a mood styles orchestra played
not so is music of spheres found in heaven
music spontaneous bursts forth instant glee
everywhere souls in bliss sing souls hymns
music in rainbow sound stirs vibrant heaven
melody times solo compositions heart writ
played to honour master composers purpose
notes crystal pure music songs angels voice
who in hosts listen worship serve God praise
in heaven all creation sings in praise of God
in every voice form style tone heart rhythm
millions individualistic praise as souls may
yet all voice song tune unique worships God
all in heaven are body violin to trumpet songs
all in heaven sing in all voices unique creation
styles differ as snowflakes do soul heart longs
worship in love one true creator of all creation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Next Voice You Hear
Gather your deeds and your possessions,
Whatever certainty youve known,
Forget your heroes,
You dont really need those lasting lessons.
Stand in the open;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
But, alright, they knew how they could hurt you,
And you let them cut you to the bone.
But God forbid,
You allow them to rid you of your virtue!
Forget their laughter;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
Throw down your truth and check your weapons.
Dont look to see if youre alone,
Just stand your ground,
And dont turn around -- whatever happens.
Dont ask directions;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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My Work's
My work’s
My work’s was all for you and I see that I need it and now let me feel all of it’s meaning,
All plans that I have for my past was all for your future,
I found that you made me strong and now I see that in your love I define all love in your work’s,
Time is all moving so fast and there is nothing to lose for your essence we violated all your work’s and see that nothing but pain made me see that I need to prepare that we love all nature by what we all define for the new creation,
I see that you made me strong in my heart and find that you are eventually made me see that we are creature’s that search for a Creator, this is all I see and in it let me define all it’s true meaning,
This is all that I have and in your work’s I know that you never made me fall and now I know that in your love never make me hesitate and in your love I see that in your love let me love and in these work’s I know that you never made me fall,
I know that in all work’s I see that in my life you never planned to waste any of my time and in your immutability I saw that we shared equal opportunities,
Heal me and tell me that I need it all in me for the new creation that never made me to get lost in all love that made me suffer and know that the unseen in you is all justice in you and I feel that I need and in all love that is all love that healed all afflictions.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Accepted By The Creator
Read your Bible again and learn from the truth,
For most of the great men accepted by our Creator had many wives;
But, why was it so?
For the Creator who made all things knows better.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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