Reflectiom In The Morning
The society where We live is really messed up
Have U ever been dissolved in it, at least
Without the need to judge other
If u want to clean ur body nd soul
Then be a sufi
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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MESSED UP LOVE...by talile ali
STAND UP ON YOUR FEET
AND FACE THIS
MESSED UP LOVE
THOUGHT IT WAS
SOMETHING FROM ABOVE
BUT IT WAS ONLY
MESSED UP LOVE
NEVER SAW A FACE
REAL WELL AND
NEVER REALLY GOT
THE NAME
MOM WAS FANNIN THE FLAME
DRIVIN ME
HALF INSANE
SO HERE WE ARE
NOT TOGETHER BECAUSE
OF YOUR MOM AND
MESSED UP LOVE
AND IT IS
NO SUCH FUN
IT'S NOTHIN BUT
MESSED UP LOVE
SO AS I PACK MY BAGS
I SAY GOOD BYE TO
MESSED UP LOVE
THE FEELINGS WERE
NOTHIIN TO SPEAK OF
BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH
MESSED UP LOVE
DON'T TEXT ME MORE TODAY
YOUR MESSAGES ARE
MESSED UP LOVE
I DON'T REALLY
SEE WHAT YOUR SPEAKING OF
I'M GONE OK?
poem by Talile Ali
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Messed Up
Life says it is so messed up
I feel so it so often, messed up
This very feeling starts to make my mood be messed up
Can I get over this feel?
I often ask myself about this crappy feeling
Everything goes haywire, here and there
How should I fix my head?
Crappy feelings, so often exist
How should I begin to believe in myself?
Moods and mood swings often start to capture me
Then I start to look into my soul
Mood and mood swings, go away from me
No matter how crappy life becomes, I still got to live
Do not mess my head up as I got to fix it
Haywire, life can be although still I am not breaking
Into my soul if you sneak, lies plenty darkness
Got to get it out of my system, messed up I am not taking anymore.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Bitter Twist
how was your mother with the news?
did she really like me?
i know that i ain't the nicest girl
but tell her i'm trying
pre-chorus:
i'm trying to clean up the
house that i live in and i'm trying to pay off
all the debts i made
and i'm trying to make myself
look pretty with make up
oh lord i try but your mom looks
at me with those evil eyes'cos
chorus 1:
i messed you up in a bitter
twis tonight
hit the floor and put you down
i've always found that
i messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
hit the floor and put you down
i'm changed woman from now
verse 2:
so i dream and my dreams
have always failed
i come across frightening
and you're an achiever with high grades
so why do you like me
pre-chorus 2:
but if your gonna stay i'll be what
you wnat me to be
and if you stick around i'll make you
breakfast right
and just hold on a little bit longer my baby
i tell you now once i was lost
but now i'm found 'cos
chorus 2:
i messed you up in a bitter
twist tonight
hit the floor and put you down
i've always found that
i messed you up in a bitter
twist tonight
hit the floor and put you down
i'm changed woman from....
and now 'cos i messed you up
in a bitter twist tonight
hit the floor and put you down
i've always found that
i messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
hit the floor and put you down
i'm changed woman from now
bridge:
the day that i realized that i did you wrong
tying both your hands and heart
so i could run on
weak girl with a messed up mind
that's what i want breaking down in
desperate heartache
if i could take it back i'd give you-acapo
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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Low Society
A judge a dentist or physician
In this low society
Trade ambition for position
In this low society
Have you heard its in the stars
Next july we collide with mars
Have you heard it in the bars
In this low society
No more pay and lots of leisure
In this low society
Low society
Im just doing what I can
In this low society
But Im an incidental man
In this low society
I give away what others sell
The secrets yours so never tell
cos if you do youll go to hell
Low society
Side by side and always tired
All for one and no-one hired
All thats left is love inspired
Low society
And when the party is complete
And youre still standing on your feet
The taste of victory is sweet
Low society
And darling dont forget
In this low society
To turn off your t.v. set
In this low society
The most important thing at all
In this low society
Is not to stand too tall
In this low society
In this world that never learns
I can see rome as it burns
All the passion and the power
Turns to ash within an hour
No more play and no more pleasure
In this low society
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Body And Soul
rise with me this body of mine
sail with me o' soul of thine
for mine is a matter of time
to mold a body of mine
and have a kind
i prefer, as without me
there is none, and without you
there is no me
send me a sense to my body
o' body of mine
a friend and shadow of mine
without a dime
take me from wrong to conformity
lead me from animosity
unchain my soul from vanity
for mine is a body and soul
detach me from the unknown
shine on me o' body and soul
bring me a blessing to my soul
connect and share with me o' body of mine
laugh and talk with me so fine
run and steady with me so divine
the body of my soul and awhile
take me back to my body as a child
...possibly not! i presume...
if i die, you too die
and there is no more of me then
from whence to the end
for i live(d) with you 'til then
extract from 'body and soul'
'footsteps' june 2012 v.7
opn18062012/1534
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Of The Body And Soul...
upon a fusion, you live immersed
conscious about a self within a self
(as in soul bathed in a body,
body trapped by the roaming soul)
sometimes you sigh
this body is so beautiful and my soul has wasted it,
if i (soul) were just enough,
a transfer should have been made a long time ago
liberating this body and letting it find its own definition of joy
the soul is selfish, having entered it has no key for the exit
these two have been too irreconcilable
everyday is an argument, every night a disillusion
fate, bad luck, inseparability, the absurdity of having to live
on immiscible arrangements
water and oil, sky and earth
the days are running, there is nothing detachable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I am not a Sufi, but I follow the Sufi.
quote by Nusrat F. A. Khan
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Sufism and The Skinny Old Horse
As I was walking by
"Al Hamra" sea shore,
I saw a skinny old horse
Pulling a Cinderella like
Carriage, and is led by
A thin young boy,
There and then
I could not but stop both:
The boy and the horse;
I reproached the boy
For not feeding
The horse well,
And for forcing
Him to work as well,
Tears dropped from both;
The horse‘s and the boy's
Eyes. The tears were dripping
Like rain,
I felt like crying too.
Yet, my reason
Was so different;
It was sympathy,
Not huger, poverty,
Or even pain.
The boy blamed me for
Saying tender words that
Caused the horse to cry,
And so confused was I,
For I did not know
With whom should I
Sympathize more:
The horse or the boy!
I sided with the horse,
Because he could not
Express his feelings
And what caused his pain.
That I felt for an animal,
As I feel for Man,
Made me wonder whether
Am I a Sufi or not?
And what kind of a Sufi
Am I, if I could define?
Myself as such?
And what does
My Attitude in life follow,
If it was not hollow
From meaning target,
And philosophy as well.
If I ever belong to Sufism,
Then, what kind of Sufism
Do I belong to?
Sufism has many a definition,
But no particular definition
Is that definite yet:
A Sufi is supposed to be
A person who
Belongs to people
Who worship Allah or God?
Out of love before fear:
If a Sufi is a person who
Wears wool, I am not a Sufi,
For I am allergic to wool,
And I live in a hot country,
Or rather a region,
That its people rarely
Need to wear wool.
If Sufism means to wear
A lengthy hat and a big round
White skirt that goes round
And round and round
Again and again and again,
When dancing after being
Enchanted by a spiritual song,
While sitting around a fire
In a desert or any landscape,
I would rather escape
From such a scene,
And this makes me no Sufi
Indeed.
Sufis do not fear
Such a deed, though
They are not fighters,
If Sufism means that one
Loves to visit grave yards
To ask help from the dead,
Then I am certainly not a Sufi.
But if Sufism means belittling
Materialistic things
And abandoning
Worldly pleasures,
Like a hermit,
Then I am a Sufi,
If Sufism means you sing
With birds in the sky,
I am a Sufi,
If Sufism means you let
Your spirit flies with a butterfly,
I am a Sufi,
If Sufism means you feel for
Other creatures as if they were
Human beings, then,
I am certainly a Sufi,
And If Sufism means
Thinking a lot of the day
Of judgment, Oh, then
And only then I can say
I am definitely a Sufi.
10 Nov.2012
editted 15Nov.2012
poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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The Dirty D.A
You sir
Are the menace
To this society
Along with the mis-judging media
It's all wrong
Ya'll sang the wrong song
This will be a case to remember
The wise prophet lives on
Judge not he said
Keep your head
Let love live on
Listen man, better keep it clean
If ya'll know what I mean
Forgive him
Pray for him, but
Never believe him again
His punishment
A lost livelihood
He will point his finger
No more
Pick up a broom, a mop or a dust rag
Life for you
From this day on
Will be a drag
poem by Matt Mondschein
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You Chose…
Before you were born into this body,
You had many life decisions to make.
Where on Earth do I want to live?
Who will I choose for parents?
Of what race and ethnicity will they be?
What religion?
What soul issues will I work with?
What experiences will I choose?
That done, you stored choices into soul memory.
After a body was conceived by your parents;
You entered;
Felt the warmth of their blood.
Felt the density of becoming matter.
Felt the downward pull of gravity.
Your mind was empty, indeed a clean slate…
Yet guided by a knowing soul.
You made a choice to be here, so why do you complain?
Rejoice Beloved,
Live life for life itself!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Survial.
Water comes from the river origin is clean,
I wash my head.
Water comes from the river branch is dirty,
I wash my feet.
Oh sure, when water in the pool is clean,
I jump in to swim.
But, when the pool is dirty, I leave at once,
And quit my job.
Oh who’s the original source not let me clean?
Keep my head and body clean without water?
How can I keep my head clean in the river?
How can I keep my body clean in a pool?
What is going on about the water?
How could I live in this world?
poem by Albert Wong
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Analysis
'The work of the poet comes
to meet the spiritual need
of the society in which he lives,
and for this reason
his work means more to him
than his personal fate,
whether he is aware of this or not. '
' El trabajo del poeta viene resolver la necesidad espiritual de la sociedad en que vive,
y por esta razón su trabajo significa más para él que su propio destino lo sepa o no. '
Carl Jung
so this is it
my soul
not my soul
my body
is not my
body
in this literariness
of things
i am but another
slave
creature of
my society.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Judge
Judge is not here to decide
Who is winner and who is loser.
Judge is here to decide
Who is in right point.
No judge is empower to
Pronounced death sentences
No judge has got power
To give life to the lifeless.
Judge can not decide
The synonyms and antonyms
Judge can not say
The right source for right word.
Judge is not judge
So long as the judge is mortal
Judge is judge
If judge is eternal.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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That State of Wellness
WELL, well, well
Here we are again
Back to each other’s mouths?
You and i
Me,
The three sides
Tripod
Talk to me You
I am
(not exactly lonely
But I must confess
I need to talk to someone
Who must confess
To like me
(Silly? But I think we really need
Still
That confirmation that we have
Followed the rules
And that we are
Ok)
Well, well, well
There’s no island
Like a man
Or at least man can be a chain
Linked to one another
That chain that chains his body
To his soul
His soul to another body
A body to another body
All messed up
In the joys and pleasures
Of sorrows and pains
Salad
Days and hours and seconds
And Silence
How many more? How many more
Are becoming dead like
Everyone else
Searching for the meaning of our
Hundred ripening silences
Justifications for pains
Elevating pleasures for blissful joys
How many murmurs more?
At dawn.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Messed Up
Digital....keep it digital
Keep it (what? )....digital
Keep it(Im back)digital
Keep it keep it.....
Verse 1:
You dont say that Im pretty
All the simple things adding
Up to big ones
There is where you messed up
Movies,or flowers,hours knowing
Where you are or who you with
There is where you messed up
Chorus:
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up.
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up!
Verse 2:
I dont need your money
No dinners,Ive got jewlery
Winner to who use it
And baby there is where you messed up
Your taken me for granted
Expect me to stay right here
Wait on you while you hard to find
There is where you messed up
Chorus:
(you keep on actin like)
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother (really need a brother)
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
(cant keep on holdin on)
Cant keep on holdin on waiten for you (yeah)
And baby there is where you messed up
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up!
Bridge:
Your headin straight for the gate
Its time to cut my dead wait,its you
And baby there is where you messed up
I heard it all a thousand times
You tried to mess with my mind,and you
And baby there is where you messed up
She dont need you dog
Thats where you went wrong
Oh uh I dont need you dog
See there is where you messed up
She dont need you dog
Thats where you went wr-wr-wrong
She dont need you dog
And there is where you messed up
Chorus:
(you keep on actin like)
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother (really need a brother)
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holdin on waiten for you (cant keep on holdin on)
And baby there is where you messed up
You keep on actin like (like)
I really need a brother (I really need someone)
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up
Beats..........
And baby there is where you messed up!!
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death is a divorce
Death is a divorce.
The soul and the body are separated.
The soul escapes; the body decays.
Who is the cause: the soul or the body?
‘It is the body’, accuses the soul,
‘As it went unfit.’ ‘It is the soul’
Reprimands the body, ‘which found me stale.’
Who is the male: the soul or the body?
‘Male is the body’ complains the soul,
‘In whose home I entered as a bride.’
‘Male is the soul’ retorts the body,
‘Who deserted me to seek the other.’
Death is the divorce,
Where both separate.
11.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Offshore
Come to me clean.
Clean,
Of mind, body and soul.
Cleaned...
And willing to let go,
Of attempts to row a boat...
You soak in,
As it floats...
Offshore without oars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eternal Hope For Your Soul
I would judge only
that your pain is great
almost more
than your soul can bear.
I would judge only
that your pain was
born in great injustice.
I would judge only
that your wrist scare scars
bear self witness to pain.
But I would not
judge your soul,
your right or wrong,
but I can discern,
that only a divine love,
can resurrect dead life...
in your heart,
give eternal hope,
for your soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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