Forgiving Always Forgiving
when you offended me
i did not bother for i understand you
and always think that you tried always loving me as your brother
i always think you meant no offense at all
it is just that you are too disturbed by certain things that until now
you have not really understood
you grapple to hold on to something stable
yet there is none
you struggle to be yourself in peace and harmony with the rest
yet there seems to be nothing
to keep you in place
and so when you shout at me and tell me that i am someone else
a black cat
a wolf in sheep's clothing
the ill wind
the evil lurking in your darkness
i do not mind at all
i know it is not that easy to be in that state
i was there and i was lost and i was too confused
not knowing what i am and where i am going
and i perfectly understand what you are into
and so when you offend me i enjoy the silence of my understanding
you
and the nature of the human being
you and the whole of humanity
you and
the universe
unmoved by evil
undestroyed by indifference and cruelty and inhumanity
i, stand still
i am good, i am beautiful and i will always be on the side of the truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flock together to defeat Evil
Swarming you from out and in
Rising in all around
Come to advance
To defeat the evil
Possessed in the land
The earth including you
Goes into a pit of darkness
In your own land
While painting black oil
On the justice and humanity
Even in impossibility
The Sky brings thunder
The Sea brings storms
The wind brings cyclones
To be convinced the nature
Realized nature around you
Looking at everything
Till comes the time
If you are not a human being
You can see if you are wise and clam
Then you will be said by nature
Only you can change
Within yourself and around you
If you are ready
If you are ready
Put a side your egoism
Evil covets to creep into that
And you are decayed unknown
So you subject
Remove your old clothes and masks
And flock together to struggle
And to drive away the evil
For the freedom
With humanity and dignity
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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The evil and the good
The things we call evil
Is evil only to us
As we don’t see it
In relation to the rest
Of the universe; so
It is not evil but good
In its own nature; hence
No evil is evil.
23.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lady Evil
Theres a place just south of witches valley
Where they say the wind wont blow
And they only speak in whispers of a name
Theres a lady they say who feeds the darkness
It eats right from her hand
With a crying shout shell search you out
And freeze you where you stand
Lady evil, evil
Shes a magical, mystical woman
Lady evil, evil in my mind
Shes queen of the night
All right!
In a place just south of witches valley
Where they say the rain wont fall
Thunder cracks the sky, it makes you bleed
Theres a lady they say who needs the darkness
She cant face the light
With an awful shout, shell find you out
And have you before the night
Lady evil, evil
Shes a magical, mystical woman
Lady evil, evil on my mind
Shes queen of the night
So if you ever get to witches valley
Dont dream or close your eyes
And never trust your shadow in the dark
cause theres a lady I know who takes your vision
And turns it all around
The things you see are what youll be, lost and never found
Lady evil, evil
Shes a magical, mystical woman
Lady evil, evil on my mind
Shes queen of the night
Gonna do you right!
Shes the queen of sin
Look out, shell pull you in!
Lady wonder!
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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The Murderer
Viciously hungry for blood,
paneciously thirsty within mud,
yes! he is the diabolic nightmare,
his eyes always in envy of evil flair,
a human animal snake from the evil,
that his mind dances to the devil,
am not talkin about a snake,
but a poisonous human snake who put lives at stake,
fierce enough to oppose harmony,
peace of his paralle to its own lagony,
exitst in purpose to kill and destroy,
atleast happy to see tears of pain,
his heart like a black sheep,
his sinister mind shines with much evilship,
disputes a fruit in his digestion,
he never wants to rest until one is down,
nature, matured him not with fear but tear,
always vex for harm too near
embraced by the ignorant and blind,
in a place with poles of calm,
with his leadership, perish are the dreams,
with his custody, mislead is the world.
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Sonnet: Lost & Overwhelmed
Overwhelmed with emotions, sobs with no tears
Can’t understand where to go from here
Confused I am in every aspect of life
Lost with no map, dark with no light
Alone in the world but surrounded by people
Screaming in silence fearing the evil
I hold on to hope but I am losing my grip
Hung over with life and still taking a sip
I am lost in this life and tomorrow will be worse
I don’t know what to do, I am lost I am cursed
Lost in my thoughts solving the puzzle
Lost in myself while holding the muzzle
Laughing, smiling, happy for now trying not to offend
I don’t know where to go from here I'm at the very end
poem by Ramon Escamilla
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Evil,
Evil,
Evil is still lurking in me,
Thinking that evil is laced up,
Evil is all that I can perceive,
All thoughts in disguise,
Evil is a burden that keep's percolating,
But good hast to be done,
Evil is still in these eyes,
Taking in what man is planning,
Bombs and guns,
Profanity and lies,
Humanity,
Tell me villain is not bad or good,
Maybe it's the season,
Or where are we Heading?
When you play the Bursting and the Killing.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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With Human Aspects
Eye that betrays
But still stays
In mind and at heart
Is it not a beautiful art?
Ensures somewhere to meet
A rare and remarkable feat
Where love reigns supreme
Meeting of mind and body is only theme
Some battles are fought
Queens at palaces are sought
Beauty and lust only reasons
What a thought in mind of persons?
Eyes a beautiful medium to enjoy the nature
Imagine a beautiful flower to come up for sure
Can that not snatch and take away evil thoughts?
The peace and harmony is really brought
What do we need in real life to see?
A nice surrounding and naturally free
Eyes to reach from end to another
Survey it with full care and nothing to bother
Eyes to compensate and cool down the rage
To see lovely things on beautiful page
Dream of world and crowning glory
Altogether different and nice story
What we try to see may not be real!
We may expect it as good deal
We may also be very eager to put a seal
But these all can be considered as unreal
Well less said is better
The effect can be seen alter
Nothing can be had by force
You may be left with nothing but only curse
Try to see it with human aspects
You got to command and get the respect
Eyes may speak everything
Reveal truth and hide nothing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Understan me please
Please understand me.
You are one of the closest people to me in a way.
But for some reason you don't understand me.
It's almost as if you don't want to understand.
I'm just a target to shout at.
Just an idiot you don't really want to understand.
But I am your blood.
Why can't you at least try to understand?
It's not as if I enjoy attempting suicide all the time.
I don't care what you say it's not always my fualt.
The diagnosis I was given, you won't even take in to account.
I try to explain but you don't listen.
All you say is you know what you are doing.
Stop it you say, yeah becuase it's really that easy not.
I'm not getting any enjoyment out of this you know?
But I wish you wouldn't shout and curse.
You say you love me.
But how can you when you won't try to understand?
Please, please understand me
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The battle between good and evil is a legitimate theme for a Fantasy (or for any work of fiction, for that matter), but in real life that battle is fought chiefly in the individual human heart. Too many contemporary Fantasies take the easy way out by externalizing the struggle, so the heroic protagonists need only smite the evil minions of the dark power to win the day. And you can tell the evil minions, because they're inevitably ugly and they all wear black. I wanted to stand much of that on its head. In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.
quote by George R.R. Martin
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The Evil I See In Others
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
And the so called evil people are no less evil than me
'Tis not my place to judge others leave the Law take it's course
Than us mere living mortals there is some far greater force.
Look at the power of Nature no greater force than she
She claims all living creatures yet of guilt she is free
None ever say she's evil what's evil anyway?
The words of good and evil just words that people say
About those they see as good or evil others we like to pigeon hole
Have I right to condemn others when there's darkness in my soul
I'm only good and evil come tell me what are you
Since you tell me that you have a God but to your own self are you true?
For a callous act of one individual we condemn an entire race
And people are judged by their postal address and the colour of their face
We talk of love and harmony whilst war we do embrace
By making yourself a better person you'll make the World to live in a better place.
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
But you there Mr Perfect of all sin are you free?
You say that one is evil leave that person alone
You are not one that's free of taint so you should not cast the stone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Poem To A Poets!
the poet see crooked
and talk weird too
like a drunk
perdition in his insane!
No one can understand a Poet
Just you and me, like poet we are
The poet say 'Dr. Jivago'?
It means like a movie? No
it means my love for you! ! !
Or he asks yourself, Am I Evil?
No, he does not evil
I am in silence, affirm the poet! ! !
In silence never he will be
BONG, kick the can! ! !
WAR
AAA
RAW
in silence he is!
Trapped in a tower
a terrible place
just for one second to rest
like almost all of us
He said' I gone'
but gone like no one
gone with strenght
strange and revolutionary Poet!
No one can understand a Poet
Just you and me, like poet we are! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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God Said Do Not Be Calling Evil Good
God said do not be calling evil good
therefore why will I offend my Lord God
and give that evil dude Satan pleasure
because my lord and creator said
'Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil, who put darkness
for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet
for bitter. ' Make no excuse for evil. Isaiah 5: 20
Do not spin each lie boldly call evil evil
radiate sin darkness with God’s light.
'The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes
are good, your whole body will be full of light.' Matthew 6: 22
Beware those who call evil good perverting
and confounding truth because darkness is
ignorance false doctrines alas justified crime.
Light is truth knowledge of God devout piety.
Bitter are wages of sin sweet is virtue holiness.
Bitter are painful consequences come judgement.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Isaiah quotation from the New International Version (©1984) .
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Yes, Evil Does Exist
Yes,
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
There is a call from those of peace,
To have peace from us cheered and hailed.
But evil has to be combatted.
And to do it,
We must stand tall.
And not crawl on the ground,
Like frightened sand dwelling snails!
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
And the ones who chase deceit away,
Must be praised and not diminished.
They are the ones to dare to face the truth.
With a struggle to end evil!
Knowing by confonting it...
Will expose evil,
And the doers of it 'snuffed' out quick.
IF...
We do not succumb to the ways,
Evil plays...
On the minds of those unconscious,
To get its wickedness done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Light And Darkness
as we all know there is no good without evil, nor heaven without a hell, No light without darkness, but yet we continue to watch stories about how light is always the good guy, there is only one true bad guy and those are the guys that commit crimes and continue to knowing there wrong and they don't care, if you flip evil around you get 'live' or flip devil around and you get 'lived', darkness and evil are not as bad as we make them out to be they just have a different perspective, they have a different story to tell, the good guys and the bad guys both have objectives sometimes there is a bad guy as seen above but in most cases its a guy trying to help himself and or his people or beliefs while the 'good' guys have the spotlight and defeat the 'bad' guy, but if you look at the stories on both sides you understand better, the both just have different objects and different desires, and one triumphs over the other, there is no good without evil we all make mistakes but we all do what we must in dire times, we are all good and evil, we all are made of light and darkness, learn to live with both its much more harmonious besides if you only followed light you'd have to be in a blazing hot sun for a long time and what fun is that.
poem by Jaques Leblanc
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The Power Of Mighty Silence
to stare and be unmoved
by any blocks
of inhumanity
the silence to violence
the ability
to be in place where others
stone you
the capacity to endure
the bleeding
when others slice your flesh
and eat them
like bacon
to stand your ground
when you
are right
to be unmoved in silence
when others
are laughing
and mocking
to be simply christlike
and look up
to the heavens
when the skies turn black
to give in to death
and feel the power
beyond it
why not?
why not?
be passionate
and be dead
and then
be too resurrected
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Will You Be Able To Understand My Last Option, Or Just Tell Me I'm Wrong?
i can tell you how much i hate my life,
and still you would not understand my stuggles,
everyday i find myself in a place i don't like,
and can't seem to excape,
i wonder when i can find peace,
just to live my life,
to enjoy it like i use to,
but now it became hard,
my cloulds are gray,
with lots of rain,
and it seems like nobody even cares,
when i scream at the tops of my lungs,
it's like nobody hears,
they missing what's in front,
without knowing how to help,
it's like i'm trapped in a place,
i don't want to go,
but, nobody knows how to help,
lost and confused,
where my only option,
seems to be suicide,
but so many questions left remaining,
whether it be about my family,
and others i leave behind,
without a reason of my absance,
just a broken heart and anger,
into why i did it,
why i take the easy way out,
without getting help?
to me, my only question is,
what would they do?
it seems as if nobody can understand,
let alone find a way to help,
so my last question is,
why not do it,
everything else seem to already fail?
Copyright © 2009
11-18-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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2010/06/18 Simile (Rev.)
I love ancient minds, the grandiose
thoughts of bygone tale-tellers, their
sense of awe, infusing all they saw
with supernatural significance and
deeper meaning
I share their cosmological delight in
a machine too vast for mankind to
penetrate or understand, reject their
helplessness and despair in a
mystifying universe
To succor my belief I NEED a kind
intelligence as creative origin of all that
exist, ideas of malevolence as creation
kills my spirit; though I cannot
breathe in materialism,
the thin, cold air of cynicism, nor feel
joy in small three-dimensional reality
I will not face over-powering tragedy
of an evil universe blindly grinding
its unfeeling millstone
If I am to live as a useful, pragmatic,
hard-working human being I need to
rest my mind in beautiful thoughts of
harmony, benevolence and rational
self-interest
I won’t be the toy of harsh, unfeeling
powers else I die of despair, I admire
loving intent of a Christ-dreamer using
ideas of Precession to create a simile
of deliverance
for a suffering humanity …
poem by Margaret Alice
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Heaven Meets Earth (in My Mind)
There is a place in my mind, where heaven meets earth
A place in my mind where love gives birth.
A love that’s put into our hearts from GOD above
And earths beauties, like a snow white dove.
Where the two can walk hand in hand
And against evil, they take their stand.
Love and beauty is what is shown
And in our minds, it is known.
Everything in life comes in twos
It is up to us what we use and choose
Heaven and earth, rich and poor,
Evil and good, male and female
This is the things that are real.
And if we use what the LORD provides
We can walk side by side.
It is not difficult to see
That this is the way GOD intended it to be.
The love between a man and a woman
As they walk hand in hand
Laughing, joking, and making plans.
Seeing children playing together.
You tell me! What can be better.
When an elderly couple can
still smile at each other
And acknowledge everyone
As their sister and brother.
The mind is truly where heaven meets earth
So let’s enjoy it all, and take it for what its worth.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Long Awaiting Peace Of Man And The Dragon
Oh we await the peace between us to end the bloodshed
As the souls of take us away to a place of darkness and evil to arise
For we are the dragon thought to be evil by the Human kind only to be slaughter
By so called heroes only to see their hearts turn black
For we are peaceful back in the time when human and dragon lived in peace
For we know who started the war and we will remember forever
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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Our Freedom To Choose
Of goodness is human nature
Made of
And to good he must choose
There is no other
Lest he renounces and
Negates humanity
To choose the bad then
Is departure from
What human nature is
Lost, he chooses the
Part not of his whole
He rots, he dies, he becomes
Nothing
To grow and be the good
That he/she is
That is what perfection &
Fulfillment is all about
Man is all about it
For what use is man
Or woman turning to evil
For what purpose will that be
Except his destruction
The total annihilation
Were you born only to
Be destroyed? Were you
Created only to be broken?
You are not. You are meant
To be the perfect self
That always waits you there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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