His Prayer
he prays a lot
that He must take him now
for he had nothing left
not even his mind
what he has is only his soul
but He did not take heed
He sticks to the plan
that he must suffer
purification
cleansing him so after
the putrefaction
he shall sit
beside
Him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Those Days One Prays
When one prays,
A seeking from the outside...
Begins within!
To identify miracles,
One must sit in a quietness...
That has come to visit upon request.
When one prays...
The mind should be at rest.
When one prays,
A thankfulness should be first expressed.
With an appreciation for those blessings,
One sometimes ignores but gets!
When one prays.
When one prays,
A seeking from the outside...
Begins within!
To identify miracles,
One must sit in a quietness...
That has come to visit upon request.
When one prays...
The mind should be at rest.
With a confession professed,
As a thankfulness one expresses.
On those days one prays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bonfire
stoke the fire!
sticks of prejudice
and hatred...
sticks of greed
and apathy.
sticks of profit
and loss....
sticks of capitalism,
and oil....
sticks of guns,
and patriotism.
sticks of sexual abuse
and addiction...
sticks of oppression,
and slavery....
stoke the fire!
build it up till
it's all gone....
maybe we'll find
...tomorrow..
in the ashes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan
Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Heretic Prays
the heretic kneels
by the old willow tree
alone in the darkness
with life....
and prays....
with no need for salvation,
redemption, or change....
no thought of self,
of need and want,
he just lets go...
and prays....
nameless, part of all....
formless, evolving forms.....
from soul to spirit....
becoming....
the scripture of small creatures,
the hymns of the wind.....
eternity unleashed in each moment.....
the heretic prays!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Decypher
I look into your mind
I rip apart your soul
I cut into your flesh
Decipher the code
Dangling from words
That pervert your mind
Cleansing your soul
From code you can't hide
Scraping bits of flesh
To analyze the truth
Decipher the code
And break right through
I see your crimes
And watched you take their souls
You'll always lose
Digging through those holes
Dangling from words
That pervert your mind
Cleansing your soul
From code you can't hide
Scraping bits of flesh
To analyze the truth
Decipher the code
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Naked Vessel Artist
who will wash waste
naked vessel artist
when creation storm spent
is hurricane eye past
wash with cleansing water
wake this mind soul spent
to ritual flow in life rich water
gravity beckons water collect
pool cleansing water at mine feet
let whirlwind relax mind wax sight
view body damage done fresh bite
let sleep soon energy restore sight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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From the bowery to the brimstone
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation
The bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes
Sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war
Are just self-infatuation
And its 1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Manic blood runs thick my friend
Are you looking for a clean escape
Whats left when the locks have all been broken
Young children of authority
Now how long can you be agile
Dancing between the alter and the mercy seat
Yeah now heres a chance to make a choice
Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now theres nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion
Dont you lose what you have found
Im talking about that burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and round
Were all born in the devils scorn
They want to see you die
Im asking you are you true
Everything they say is a lie
Its a lie
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
(were all born)
Its a lie now
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
Its a lie now
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
And go home
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Conversation Peace
Staring right at 2000 ad
As if mankinds atrocities to man has no history
But just a glance at life in 2000 bc
We find traces of mans inhumanity to man
Theres no mystery
All for one, one for all
Theres no way well reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
Theres no chance of world salvation
Less the conversations peace
We cant pause, watch and say no this cant be
When theres a plan by any means to have
Cleansing of ones ethnicity
And we shouldnt act as if we dont hear nor see
Like the holocaust of six million jews and
A hundred and fifty million blacks during slavery
All for one, one for all
Theres no way well reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
Theres no chance of world salvation
Less the conversations peace
When publicly or privately convened
May love, positivity and lifes preservation
Be the basic theme
And should you put your trust in some
Prophet in life
Give him trust but your faith must stay
With the one
Who gave the ultimate sacrifice for...
All for one, one for all
Theres no way well reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
Theres no chance of world salvation
Less the conversations peace (repeat)
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Be Glad That You Are In Pain Now....
know what, my dear,
there are more poems in pain
pleasure
does not give you much
happiness
is nothing but complacency
in waiting
be glad,
are you still in pain?
be joyful amidst this struggle to be set free
from the
pain of
loneliness,
oh, i can attest to its
truth,
its unrecognized usefulness
for our
very own
spiritual growth,
this cleansing,
this purification
where happiness in the face of an accounting
becomes so bare
that it amounts to nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Should You Take Heed of Me?
Why Should You Take Heed of Me?
God, God, God,
Why should You take heed of me?
Why do I take so much heed of myself?
What is this all about
You and Your Universe
You and Your ‘Infinites’ and Your ‘Vasts’ and Your ‘Beyonds? '
What is this all about
This mind this consciousness this me me me?
God Are You playing a game
With us
As I played one with the ants
A lifetime ago
When I was
A non- wanton schoolboy?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Winters Walk
This winters day defies the season
The sun kissed lanes resonate with atmosphere
Kent in the sun a delight to mind and eye.
Yet few invade the quiet wayside lanes
Isolation is a joy, a cleansing from people
From the noise and clamour of this world
Where value is found in man made things
Bricks and mortar, stokes and shares.
Here all is free, the sun, the scene, the air.
Such peace invades the tissues of the mind
Creating inner cleansing, true value, self worth.
poem by James Tipp
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Guess
i guess
loneliness is a self-inflicted
catastrophe,
a choice of ruin,
sometimes, a place
of pain
where the mind is trained
for the greatness
of his spirit
loneliness is
sacrifice, a choice to
find a place for the
purification of the soul
this soul that is so strange
amid the market of confluences
of happiness and lust
and insensitivity
it chooses this
loneliness, silenced silence,
silent patience,
patiently coping with the meaning
of one's existence
gauging the limits of the
happy mind
penetrating the wall of
prohibition,
genuflecting on
nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Racing Wind Destination Unknown
gotta go now gotta go soon
racing wind destination unknown
embracing journey knowing arrivals
are but staging grounds foundations
preparing new growth departures
this life our testing by fire purification
embrace fire embrace life embrace decisions
iron ore not tested purified by fire
can never be furnace cast finest steal
yes know this ore is tortured in furnace
only in struggle testing soul is purification
achieved in soul journey to state nirvana
motivated by pain perceived great passion
all sentient beings face trial transformation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Heartbreak
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind it kills my soul.
Heartbreak; when will my suffering end?
Depression; all I have left to embrace, to love
Depression; what you left me for after you stole my heart
Depression; something you will never understand.
Depression; what I look towards as you rip my heart apart.
Heartache; the pain that fills my body, my mind
Heartache; how my heart felt when you ripped my heart from my chest,
Heartache; it drowns my thoughts in my tears,
Heartache; what it is I feel whenever I think of your false love
Desolation; the ruins you have left my spirit in.
Desolation; how can you remain so naïve to what you make us feel?
Desolation; no one can fix it, no one can ever know how it feels
Desolation; when will you see the truth in what you do?
Helpless; I feel so alone, so forsaken
Helpless; how much longer will I suffer
Helpless; it fills my veins and oozes through my wounds
Helpless; when can I just let it all go?
Dejection; my life has no meaning, I have no will
Dejection; Why did you do this to me?
Dejection; I sleep with a light on just so I don’t feel alone,
Dejection; when will you see what you have done?
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind and kills my soul.
Heartbreak; how much longer can I suffer, when will my suffering end?
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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I Suffer The Night
I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Femme Fatale
My soul is sick, soon I will die
I seek the comfort of the grave.
I suffer from love’s malady
and may not have the love I crave.
I yield I am no longer brave
My love has made me cowardly
There’s little left that I would save.
My soul is sick, soon I will die
She spurns my love so easily
though I would be her willing slave.
Regarding me contemptibly.
I seek the comfort of the grave.
Her sins I readily forgave
although she acted wantonly.
I saw her as a soul to save.
I suffer from loves malady.
This love will be the death of me.
She sees me as a spineless knave
and so treats me disdainfully.
I may not have the love I crave.
She gladly took all that I gave
and played with me dishonestly.
I’m fevered now and left to rave.
She has no further use for me.
My soul is sick.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Self(The Poet Passé)Portrait
His task to watch an hourglass wash itself,
A ritual cleansing that leaves him bare,
Though no purification's new enough
To nullify the need for such labor--
Prior soon to repeat, platonic clone,
He should have practiced that horizon
Vocation, camouflage, opening his
Arms wide the better to hide. But of course
If the flesh is fire, bones are the kindling:
Still there but aching to be unbelied
By the lover, unbellied as breaths held
Until all the minutes fall to the wrong
End of the hour and find his final
Efforts,ve faded, dated as (or like) a sundial.
poem by Bill Knott
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I Told You So
The ones that can not be reached,
Must be left alone.
When time after time again,
It is noticed no attic light is on.
And there is no linking connection,
Allowed or condoned in that home.
Time is wasted on someone like this.
Especially if excuses are heard,
Being made from them often...
With consistent persistence.
The walls are constructed very thick,
And none of them not at all too thin.
With beliefs what they do is right from the start...
Nothing within them sticks,
Or goes too far.
Whether they are neighbors, relatives or friends...
What they think will always be right...
From the beginning to the end.
You can knock and knock...
Until your nose begins to bleed.
But people like this,
Must be left alone to leave!
It will be your consciousness,
Not theirs to lose...
If you don't take heed.
Accept this.
Believe...
And let go!
Release.
If you don't...
You will never hear from me these words,
I TOLD YOU SO.
I've learned too many lessons about interfering,
When a listening not done...
Has been made to me quite clear!
And when I recognize these people,
I don't walk away from them in a slow cordial strut.
I run.
In fear of losing my peace of mind.
And that I aint giving up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sticks And Stones
Sticks and stones, might break my bones
And words, shall never harm me,
I was told that story, when I was a Boy
Along with the birds and bees, I believe
So I lived my life, through that advice
That was given to me in my youth,
That sticks and stones would break my bones
And words could do no harm was true.
So I stayed away from sticks and stones
And tried never calling anyone names
But the sticks still arrived, in my life
And also the words of hate and pain.
But then I had healed from broken bones
And bruises and all the nasty cuts,
It made me stronger, then I thought longer
About the words of hate and such.
Because the words of hate, I couldn't escape
As I noticed them around everyday
Destroying ones soul, until life they'd let go
Or asking GOD for vengeance as they'd pray.
Sticks and stones had broke my bones
And words of hate had really harmed me,
As I look around, I can still hear the sound
Of hate, and belittlement, and bigotry.
There are still broken bones and nasty cuts,
As I see as I enter every day with a walk,
But doctors heal then, as they are new again
But the words of hatred never balks.
In my life I have made many choices,
And I hope with one I don't stand alone
Never to ever use any word of hate
As I don't mind getting hit with sticks or stones.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Isn't That The Way
I've got feeling inside me
I'm not letting you know
I can't stop the wastin' of the world
Wastin' all the days and minutes hours slip away
I can't stop the ways in which you plan
To leave our past behind
I know they've changed your mind
Isn't that the way someone told you
Isn't that the way someone cared
Isn't that the way someone told you
Isn't that the way someone cared
I can't stop the rest of me
From not letting you know
I'm not here to preach to you what I had
Faking all the feelings that I started letting grow
I can't stop the ways in which you plan
To leave our past behind
Tomorrow's left my mind
Bridge:
I can't stop the way in which you plan
To do it all, leave it all behind
Tomorrow's left my mind
Isn't that the way someone told you
Isn't that the way someone cared
Isn't that the way someone told you
Isn't that the way someone cared
song performed by by Zebra
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