When Men Would Pride
When men would pride, on knowledge that they got,
Claiming deftness, to other wits they fret,
The norms of decency, seems, they forgot,
Guile found their minds, with empty space, to let.
The august halls of wisdom teem with wit,
The wise would find, yet keep looking, no less,
But fools, may search, and so finding, would quit,
Then preach the credo of begottedness.
A tree is stoned, not for its faults, but figs,
Or when beneath its boughs, the truth shelters,
Hosannah makes, for sense of height it rigs,
Even as false gods draw idolaters.
Men would speak, and well, of things they know of,
And just as well, speak from the dearth thereof.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Fools haven
The haven of fools
This is the haven fools
Fools do not like greatness
So they hate to progress
Fools lack wisdom
They are far from freedom
Their heart attaineth riches
But they don't have riches
Fools will perish
But the upright will flourish
He will nourish
Has anybody seen
The end of the foolish
Think for wisdom excelleth folly
Whom will you like to be
The end of the upright
Is everlasting life
Like a tree
Planted by the river side
Marry it, let it be your bride
Keep it as your pride
Do away with ignorant
For the truth is important
Fools has pleasure in vanity
But the happiness
Of the wise is in eternity
poem by Matt Ancient
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Teaching XVIII
Then said a teacher, "Speak to us of Teaching."
And he said:
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of our knowledge.
The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.
If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding.
The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.
And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell of the regions of weight and measure, but he cannot conduct you thither.
For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.
And even as each one of you stands alone in God's knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Religion of a Child
It is religion that you speak your life for,
With a voice of angels, with certain talk.
Your mother is very great at living with God,
And she is becoming thin, unhappy, and glum.
The search is for a time, the search is mine,
For the God who loves my mother,
And I speak almost continuously over the doctrines.
His attributes are his names and knowledge,
My wisdom is my mother’s,
So I pray like my mother like my father,
And feel hope for the religion to speak to me
About why you die in a job called life
After earning the sunset and sunrise.
I can not cooperate further,
For my childhood is small and it is gone.
Pilgrims do speak like my soul,
And the pilgrimage is not with my parents now.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Green Monkey
When the deep blue night is running close on your track
And you can feel the green monkey crawlin across your back
Dont take me so real that you forget how to feel
Dont let the threat of the dagger turn your heart into steel
Smell the perfume of the silent dream
Fly the ocean, read a story to me
Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree
Speak to me
So you think that star cluster shining bright in the sky
Will speak the fate of your evening, tell the truth to your lie
Dont let the features you read control the tickets you buy
Soon as you learn that you live, youre just beginning to die
Smell the perfume of the silent dream
Fly the ocean, read a story to me
Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree
Speak to me
Smell the perfume of the silent dream
Fly the ocean, read a story to me
Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree
Speak to me
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Sonnet: Undependable Are Men
We think we’re wise, behaving most stupid;
We think we’re fair, yet do things most unfair;
We think we’re great, behaving insipid;
We think we’re seers, yet fail our nails to pare.
We think others are fools by our ignorance;
We run down next but bear not ridicule;
We can’t run but make fun of those who dance;
We can’t ev’n joke or wait just minuscule.
We aren’t perfect yet expect next to be;
We speak big lies but want more honesty;
We make mistakes but treat next cruelly;
We have ‘stone hearts’ and can’t give amnesty.
We speak one thing but do things opposite;
We preach good things, yet can’t change bad habit.
poem by John Celes
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Believe Your Eyes
Do not speak to me of rights. There are
No rights. You have to know. We speak
When we're allowed to speak, of things,
Of course, which are not wrong, and
Walk where we're allowed to walk, and
Gather, not in larger groups, and not
In anger, never that, and not to criticize
The gods, the ones who lead, or happy
Thoughts that bags of water, tethered
To the surface of a tiny globe in empty
Space could be, somehow, unlike the
Stones, possessed of certain rights.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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Understanding and Knowledge
Those who know don’t talk;
Those who talk don’t know;
Those who speak don’t write;
Those who write don’t speak.
Those who think don’t actions;
Those who actions don’t think;
Those who think don’t judge;
Those who judge don’t do.
Small understanding is no match for great understanding;
Small knowledge cannot understand great knowledge knows.
Great wisdom has great understanding;
Great knowledge has wise sayings.
Great knowledge and understanding is wide and vast;
Small knowledge and understanding is trivial and cramped.
Great speech blaze forth as a huge fire;
Small speech is empty and trivial.
We understand what is appropriate;
Because of what we understand to be inappropriate.
We understand right;
Because of our understanding of wrong.
Use the light of wisdom to see,
Beyond the world of right and wrong.
One can only really understand things,
By understanding one’s true self.
(extracted and translated from Tao Te Cheng Book)
© Nov 2011 Lawrence Hiung
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Wasteland
Can you see us now were on our own
And every chance has just come and just gone
Now it looks so dark and so cold
Think of the minds we sold
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
I can remember things that looked so bright
And I could talk to you without all this spite
Can you picture all thats past
Does your face deform so fast
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
'cause when I stop and look into your head
I think of all the things that you said
When I look up into your eyes
I see the creature that I despise
Kill now
Kill now
Kill now
Kill now
Can you see us now were on our own
And every chance has just come and gone
Ive been wrong but youve been unkind
Theres so much more that I cant find
Wasteland
Wasteland
Wasteland...
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Conversations With Hune
who names the flower a flower,
and the weed a weed?
and are not names
cardboard boxes
meant for the fire?
from the womb of darkness,
the sun reborn again and again...
each time with different faces,
different fingers, different hands...
or perhaps we see with different eyes!
do we speak the truth?
or doth the truth speak us?
perhaps 'we' are an illusion,
and there be only truth.
or perhaps truth is an illusion...
and we are only what we are...
what we are...
nameless particles of namelessness...
forms of the formless,
formless by nature.
words spoken by word,
or not spoken at all...
leaves fallen from the tree,
nests of straw left empty...
the sound one wing makes without the other,
the way air cries beaten by wings...
the sound the tree makes
when cut through by the saw...
the scream as it falls!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fear (part3)
Patience women
we have been beaten
still we congratulate our
fate, we pray for
freedom to come still
we are not justify
by our words
where are the gods
of war
where are the true
seeker and thinker
out of fear we forget
to speak of
dreamers
youth speak with pride
without knowing what nature
holds for them
where are the gods
of our land
we are proud of
pride without knowing how
deep we can low
go our lifes
the most precious things
in our lifes is
our love
tell me where are
the pride in love? .
poem by Senator alufalism
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Contaminated Minds
Some people search for the holy grail
Run round in circles and chase their own tails
But you cant really blame them for clutching at straws
For weeding some truth in our morals and laws
Some people say that revolution will descend
On this madness end this confusion
But weve all heard the privileged boast and preach
And the promised land we want is still out of reach
I once knew a man who wore self-righteousness
Like a medal on his inflated chest
He hated all people for breaking his rules
Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools
He lived like a king in his castle of stone
And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home
He knew all the right words and who to defend
And would be with conviction the working mans friend
Chorus
Contaminated minds play judge and jury too
But contaminated minds are blind to truth
Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice
But not everybody has the luxury of choice
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Two Kinds of Wisdom
Words of wisdom can indeed, speak to the heart’s most inner need,
But you must be aware my friend, where words take you in the end.
For earthly wisdom can mislead, the heart seeking an earthly need.
While wisdom sent from up above, guides you in God’s perfect love.
Wisdom comes from many schools, some are wise, some are fools,
Even teachings that sound wise, could be packaged in eternal lies.
Earthly wisdom tells you friend, don’t be concerned about your end,
Just live your life for number one, fill each day with pleasure and fun.
Godly wisdom fills you with love, while keeping your mind up above,
God helps you each day to live, knowing that you have more to give.
Worldly wisdom says fill your life, with things that cause much strife.
It tells you to grab the biggest toy, but in the end you’ll have no joy.
Godly wisdom through sacrifice, prepares you for your Eternal Life.
With this wisdom men shall see, Jesus Christ as they enter Eternity.
In the end all worldly wisdom, to the Truth of God it shall succumb.
When men try embracing The Son, He will say what’s done is done.
All the worldly wisdom down here, has no room for The Lord, I fear,
With the wisdom they think wise, the Lord we love, they just despise.
The same Lord who we hold dear, has let us know His return is near,
And Godly wisdom fixes our eyes, upon Christ without any comprise.
Let Women Preach Too
It’s through God’s word we stand reborn
Both men and women too
Through Christ we see The Spirit’s dawn
Drinking The Morning Dew
Let women preach let people see
In Christ we’re all the same
Did God not set both genders free
Is this not why He came
Are women not to spread God’s word?
Is this not Heaven's plan?
Should man believe it quite absurd?
Though love declares they can
Our Father's face we need to seek
Not reason how it looks
Through Jesus’ Spirit man should speak
Not preach from worldly books
If in the church you sit in doubt
If still you fail to see
Ask Jesus what it’s all about
How Truth sets childen free
Let wisdom reign, seek God each day
The facts to understand
From women too we’ll find the way
When in the Master’s hand
What man may say I’ve little care
It's Truth! I’m looking for
If Christ’s not here I’ll go elsewhere
I’ll find another door
One day you too may walk inside
You’ll find me sitting here
Like me you'll grow to be the bride
Of Him I’ve found so dear.
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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When ever i speak my mind.
When i speak i mind i feel the power in my breathing rythm.
With fellowship i speak as a child and my words rythm charm.
Whenever i explore i glide with decency to my flow i roll.
I present myself with a touching wink and a wonderful smile.
I respect people's rides cause they use them as their pride.
Though i use to say money dertemines pride but i realised,
that the pride living in me has deceased and left marvelous kindness.
Poetry is stalking me it campaings for everyday painful guiltiness.
Cause of today i will conquer pride and hatred in my palace.
I will honour my enermy eyes cause they will see me when i rise.
Black is dark but i will respond to calling that define places.
Whenever i speak my mind i speak love and peace in our land.
poem by Sipho Khumalo
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Finding Life
Finding life, Finding truth, Finding wisdom, fighting through, Finding life, find your soul, found yourself, powers tough. Inside you see, around you see, you can see what life can be. You will find the truth of life. Learn to live, enjoy life, find your soul, and find your life. Once you know you are gonna die, life will be hard, life will be high. But once you know, once you will be free.
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Speak... Or Else Be Silent!
if you must speak,
speak not of distance or seperation!
speak without claiming identity,
without shouting, 'self'!
speak without grasping,
clawing, and holding.
keep your judgements to yourself!
i dont need to know the color of your god,
or what war you say he was born during.
i am more refugee than disciple,
i will not follow!
speak not of streets of gold
where angels play harps!
let us speak of these streets...
hard and raw, struggling and fighting,
dimly lit, stinking of urine.
littered with the trash of human lives.
speak of the exploding flash we call moment,
and the kingdom of heaven
that sweats and bleeds!
speak of the cries of the children!
speak of hunger and poverty,
injustices, and the cry for equality!
speak of the god that inhabits
the bodies of the lost and oppressed,
their faces etched by human cruelty...
scarred by apathy and indifference.
speak the truth!
bark like a dog,
meow like a cat,
chirp like a sparrow,
beat rhythm with your wings!
speak living words....
or else be silent!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Confused To The End
The more confusion seen down here, the more it is abundantly clear,
That Truth revealed for us to heed, is the truth men everywhere need,
All God’s Truth written in Ages past, are Truths that will eternally last,
The Truths that many have refused, is that solution for the confused.
Many are confused in many ways, as we slip into much darker days,
And the very Truth that men despise, is what makes any leader wise,
Yet eternal decrees from the Lord, by the nation’s leader go ignored,
And since this Truth, many hate, they are sealing a much darker fate.
Confusion shall continue to rule, as all who ignore God play the fool,
But fools, who say there’s no God, will soon see His Righteous Rod,
As they’ve no excuse to speak of, regarding God, who reigns above,
For denying God and Eternal Truth, will only bring on God’s Reproof.
Some confusion is simply pride, for Godly Wisdom won’t be denied,
If one humbly seeks God’s face, God supplies wisdom in His Grace.
But, many pursue their own plan, an agenda without The Son of Man,
And the end of the man’s confusion, will be met with strong delusion.
Their confusion, lacking so much control, will affect every living soul,
And persuade many leaders to a need, to follow an even darker lead,
A man indwelt with Satan’s power, taking men into their darkest hour,
As confusion would be welcomed friend, as they see their world end.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
I Quit
i quit trying to save the world...
and just offered my hand,
and walked beside it.
i quit trying to find the truth,
for it was already within me.
i quit trying to tell anyone anything,
and just listened in perfect stillness.
i quit trying to be religious,
and found the sacred in the common.
i quit trying to stop the wars,
and let the wars within me end!
i quit trying to find god,
and just looked in the mirror.
i quit fighting for freedom,
and found a freedom they couldnt take.
i quit shouting out for justice,
and walked in a way that was just.
i quit wanting to own anything,
and so broke the final bonds.
i quit trying to be what they wanted,
and decided to be myself.
i quit blaming, condemning, and accusing,
and took the responsibility on myself.
i quit trying to make myself a name,
and walked in nobody's shoes.
i quit staring from behind the bars,
that were never really there.
i quit seeking to define and hold,
and just let go and lived.
i quit hiding from death, and opened the door,
and found the light from which darkness
is made!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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