Man’s Destiny
Fear overtakes the desire to happiness,
death is an accident:
it will happen for lesser reasons.
The meaning inside the meaning.
Delay in perception was
due to, surge between despair,
and hope, between touch and go.
A transparency in truth,
is always rejected for sorrow.
Center of life was sweet.
Needs courage to go for,
a conscious death of a script.
Your existence shudders amidst,
the roar of pretentions.
I adore the bloodless coup.
The solitude becomes my timeless strength of morality
of enormous silence.
Mind suffers a smouldering fire.
The longing for the other side,
of the man’s destiny and will.
To choose was not the will for abandonment.
poem by Satish Verma
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Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem
There’s a truth limits man
A truth prevents his going any farther
The world is changing
The world knows it’s changing
Heavy is the sorrow of the day
The old have the look of doom
The young mistake their fate in that look
That is truth
But it isn’t all truth
Life has meaning
And I do not know the meaning
Even when I felt it were meaningless
I hoped and prayed and sought a meaning
It wasn’t all frolic poesy
There were dues to pay
Summoning Death and God
I’d a wild dare to tackle Them
Death proved meaningless without Life
Yes the world is changing
But Death remains the same
It takes man away from Life
The only meaning he knows
And usually it is a sad business
This Death
I’d an innocence I’d a seriousness
I’d a humor save me from amateur philosophy
I am able to contradict my beliefs
I am able able
Because I want to know the meaning of everything
Yet sit I like a brokenness
Moaning: Oh what responsibility
I put on thee Gregory
Death and God
Hard hard it’s hard
I learned life were no dream
I learned truth deceived
Man is not God
Life is a century
Death an instant
poem by Gregory Corso
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I Like Your Silence
i like your silence
now
it is not like the
silence we had
before
your silence
now is different
it is
reminiscing
it is
refreshing
it is
sensitive
to my presence
it is
reflective of
who i am
enabling me
to hear my
breath
to see and
feel
my very own soul
i like your silence
now
it is the silence
of the memory
that cannot
be forgotten
it is not death
it is life
it is the blossom
of my sorrow
it is the fruit of
my despair
it is the silence
of my silence
it is the peace
within my
solitude
it has become
the center of
my life
the focus of my
scattering
the finding of
my loss
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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George Gray
I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me --
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire --
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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To You
A feeling of deep sorrow
Thrown by accident
My soul burns in flames
Bitter & tormenting my spirit
& its unusual meaning
Never spoke of passion, nor love
It is happiness to dream
As I hope to live
For a reason I could not imagine
But my reason had little to do
Now I have forgotten myself
Confusion fades to horror
As the shadows claw upon me
It is unknown this unfathomable abyss
Consuming the desire from its delay
Either to live or die
Which burned themselves upon my memory
It felt forbidden to gasp for happiness
Sorrow, the most lasting of impressions
The hours of happiness are over
The pure affection became darken
Agonized, by my beloved.
poem by Emily Corvinus
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It’s called the inner city
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
Thin walls no privacy
Big yard, living in close proximity
It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes it has shaped my destiny
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
Adults sit around
Getting shot and maim
Children run around
Oblivious
Playing their games
In the filth that flows untamed
It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
How hard I try not to run with the pack
But against me the cards were stack
They need protection they need someone
But you can’t protect them with empty hand
In the inner city
It’s called the inner city
Poverty, amidst luxury
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny
Political connections, fearless and strong
Dispensing justice with an even hand
Truth be told, I am a ladies’ man
So naturally they call me the “Don”
In the inner city
It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city, no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny
Now on death row
Soon, I’ll go
I am guilty?
No one will know
The script is written and sing like a song
They used, refused and then they kill the “Don”
In the inner city
Hah, ha, ha, a, a, a
Hah, ha, ha, a, a, a
poem by Ikhalfani Solan
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The New Life of Us....
I wish courage is a sweet candy…
The sweet you will like…
The things I can buy everywhere…
Not the fear you have to confront..
Not the doubt you have within…
I am here begging you to look inside…
For there is a lot of courage there…
That you’ve tried to put aside…
Every time there is no flare…
That brings hope to your side…
I wish I could convince you…
There is life in every movement…
There is power in every change…
There is joy in every sadness….
And there is courage in every fear…
I wish I could tell you…
All courage starting from within..
To let go of certainties…
And begin to wander on the impossibility…
That brings courage to live…
I wish I could embrace your trembling heart…
With fire from an eternal courage…
It will make all your weary nights fade away…
The best way out is always through the line of this fire…
I wish I could hold your hands…
Put it gently in mine….
And whisper to you for one more time…
Hope is the language understood by the hurting heart…
Hope shines brighter than the brightest star during the darkest night…
To take a hand and hold on tight to your hope and courage…
It is the beginning of a healing…
Trust your heart is much stronger than any steel…
And may the healing power be the flowers of your garden…
And Hope be the corona of the sun…
That shine upon to welcome a new morning of your life…
My dear friend, be friend with your fear…
Let the fear guide you to find your own courage…
The time to start is now…
The place to start is here…
When life challenge you the most….
May hope cast its special light upon your path…
Bless everything you touch in every moment….
And courage stand beside you all the time…
With its sweet flavor like a candy in a store…
And I simply shed tears for one times more….
For our victory will be waiting at the front door…
New life will be waiting for us like a beautiful seashore….
And my dear friend, it’ll be something about you I adore….
Copyright © Eva Clara Harahap Jan 2010
poem by Eva Clara Harahap
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The Depths Of The Sea
FOR A PICTURE BY E. BURNE JONES
I
Habes tota quod mente petisti
Infelix.
IN deep vague spaces of the lonely sea
She deemed her soulless life was almost fair,
Yet ever dreamed that in the upper air
Lay happiness--supreme in mystery;
Then saw him--out of reach as you I see--
Worshipped his strength, the brown breast broad and bare,
The arms that bent the oar, and grew aware
Of what life means, and why it is good to be;
And yearned for him with all her body sweet,
Her lithe cold arms, and chill wet bosom's beat,
Vowed him her beauty's unillumined shrine:
So I--seeing you above me--turn and tire,
Sick with an empty ache of long desire
To drag you down, to hold you, make you mine!
II
Attained at last--the lifelong longing's prize!
Raped from the world of air where warm loves glow,
She bears him through her water-world below;
Yet in those strange, glad, fair, mysterious eyes
The shadow of the after-sorrow lies,
And of the coming hour, when she shall know
What she has lost in having gained him so,
And whether death life's longing satisfies.
She shall find out the meaning of despair,
And know the anguish of a granted prayer,
And how, all ended, all is yet undone.
So I--I long for what, far off, you shine,
Not what you must be ere you could be mine,
That which would crown despair if it were won.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Deterioration Of The Word Hello
the indifferent man on the other side
of the cyber line
perhaps has misunderstood my
hello
as a mode of great concern
thinking that i must be a man without means
with ignoble intentions
for his silence
hmmm, hellos are cliches
sometimes you say it
just to check if people are still there
more of
hey i am not alone in this silence
there are too many of us
to be ignored
by that usual indifference
that feeling that everybody is gone
deep to the caves of
death
and that this world is numb
and foolish
hello if he knows somehow
is of the lesser kind
inferior to
good morning i am here
bastardized abused
word that for a time
exists on a faded meaning
in fact
demoted deteriorated to
no meaning at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sad Wings Of Destiny
Mournful, yet grand is the destiny of man. Believing he can look destiny in the eye, without so much as flinching. And only after having swallowed the seeds of fate, did he find, they grew into hate. Making what was once water to the faithful, turn to nothing more, than blood, before the eyes of an unbeliever. Of all that man has been, or in his vanity, may come to believe, destiny, after having granted his wishes, also gave him more than he perceived. For only by the work of his own two hands, could such suffering be achieved. Leading him to fight against his destiny, even though, he had no hope of victory. Like pantomimes of white, on a background of black, his destiny, appears as a silken thread, lost in an endless labyrinth of time. Never knowing, only death transforms life into a destiny, for only death has no need for time. Having denied love, he sealed his fate. Unable to find the meaning and never seeing the truth of life, that it may only be found with another, but not alone. Fear, merely encouraged his ignominy and transported him to the nether world, where he will at last, take his final flight, on the sad wings of destiny
poem by Eric Paeplow
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Facing a Blank: Part 3
Here I am facing a blank page once again,
searching the white for borders and meaning.
Where my inspiration has dried up like a river
in the dryest summer, in this famine filled place
where meaning dares not tread for fear of death.
Up at five thirty, looking out at the morning
the touch of cold air is only that, a touch
morning twilight glimmers over clouds,
but they bring no hope for change or growth
This life was given for what reason?
to seek out sustenance in this place
Green profusion is everywhere, yet all is dead
the goal is there, but it is uncouth and evil
Why search for such goals, except to fit in
when there are riches beyond the desert?
Every day we gather together in comradeship
and it is like a shallow oasis, there and gone.
Holding together for a deeper pool; love maybe
or for the wine that we consume just to smile.
And each night in hope I look to her face,
see not the signs, and take one more drink
It is despair brought to life in false happiness.
And I face the blank alone, holding tight to reason-
that this, too, shall pass beyond the blank spaces.
poem by Poet Dragon
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Another Name
When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush.
Journey was imperfect without
a termination.
Behind the dust was another desire.
Another thumb on the trigger
starts shooting through the bubble
of moon. Every bone springs
to jump for final galaxy
of hidden stars.
Striving was brutal. Being
was dying for life. Profits
of morality on sale. Fragrance
without house. A memory
now invites another name.
Daughter of next life
lives hundreds of years
in death. Becoming
becomes the fear!
poem by Satish Verma
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Stratum Thoughts Timeless Imaging Womanhoods
wow such style pride
in the walk of the character
with fine hat finesse set
at an angle of precision
the boots
the personality
the cloak
she walks a cloud plane
of existence her own
separated several levels
from normality street life
she is no clay cast offering
to gods or a mortal man
she walks on air rarified
passing mind image appealing
women stripped bare projecting
clothes too soon price pealing
passing votive female offering
stretching out naked emotive offering
pleasure timeless sensual offering
all manner of embraces
time of interlocked limbs
time of timeless couplings
into past shadows sinking
into places sweet sweat embracing
into perpetual life releasing
next to placement nude like an offering
time cast in an embrace producing
Earth Mother Mother Goddess enduring
meaning merges into meaning lines merging
meaning is implied
offered accepted
at viewers will rejected
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Meaning Of Loneliness
Lost in a strange city, no where to turn
Far cry from the streets that I came from
It can get lonely when you're trav'ling hard
But you can even be lonely
Standin' in your own backyard
Nobody knows the existential dread
Of the things that go on inside someone else's head
Whether it be trivial or something that Dante said
But baby, nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No matter how well ya know someone
You can only ever guess
How can you ever really know somebody else?
It takes more than a lifetime
Just to get to know yourself
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
(Instrumental & sax)
I have to say a word about solitude
For the soul it sometimes, they say can be good
And I'm partial to it myself, and well I must confess
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
Well, it's Satra and Camu
Neitche and Hess
If ya dig deep enough you're gonna end
Up in distress
And no one escapes havin' to live life
Under duress
And no one escapes the meaning of loneliness
Well, they say keep it simple
When it gets to be a mess
And fame and fortune
Never brought anyone happiness
I must be lucky, some of my friends think
That I'm really blessed
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No-no-no-no-no-no
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No-no, no-ooh body knows the meaning of loneliness
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Shadows of Despair
When colours are all grey and black
When shining lights turn gloomy and dark
When hope for now and the future
Is switched off by the violence of the past
Then the focal point on life's meaning
Grows dim to the eye of the beholder.
How necessary it is to rise up from despair
To see the blinding, dazzling colours and lights
To face the future with courage and not fear
To wrestle with pain and accept it is there
To see meaning in all that's happening
To lift up the face of despair as part of life.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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As we bask in sorrow
While recently having a conversation with a friend, we discussed 'basking in sorrow, ' which by definition, is an oxymoron.. bask meaning to take great pleasure or satisfaction; and sorrow meaning loss or despair.
It is possible to bask in sorrow. While for one reason or another, sadness consumes you, at the same time you could be quite happy. For example; I am naturally a happy person. Therefor while I may feel constant sadness about a certain situation, I may still be basking; or somewhat happy. (smiling, laughing, having a good time)
Many people have a sadness inside them that is hidden, or in the back of their mind at all times. These people are probably happy, can have fun, and seem to be in good cheer, while the sadness is still there, in their minds or hearts.
Therefor; we bask in sorrow.
Here we sit and bask in sorrow
Secretly begging for the morrow
A smile upon the outside face
Strength that shows as we run our race
Happiness is never too far away
Genuine cheer throughout the day
But a certain sadness wears us down
And being alone makes us frown
For this is what causes our heartache and grief
It hides under smiles, the sly little thief
So though we are basking in our sorrow today
We might soon find something to keep it at bay
poem by Kamryn Chew
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Meaning Of The Salvation Army Crest
As we look at our flag. Let's remember what the meaning crest is,
Here we go let's as a Salvationist let's see if we can pass this quiz,
Can we think of what makes up the Crest?
Well let's all try to pass this, so let's do our best.
What is the meaning of the Cross?
The cross of the Lord Jesus Christ as he hung, before they took Him to His final doss.
What is the meaning of the S?
The S stands for the Salvation from sin through Jesus.
What is the meaning of the Ray on the outside of the circle?
The Ray stands for the Fire of the Holy Spirit in one day will lead us to something wonderful.
What is the meaning of the dots?
The dots stand for the Truth of the Gospel; this is something we need to hear because at times we do not care a jot.
What is the meaning of the crossed swords?
The Cross swords stand for the Salvation War, and it is something we need to protect our gourds.
What is the meaning of the red for the blood and the yellow for the fire?
The Blood stands for the Blood Jesus Shed, and the Fire stands for the Fire of the Holy Spirit because this was Williams Booth's desire.
Well I hope we all either recall the S. A.‘s history or learned something from reading this today,
Because this will get us back to our old beliefs and our past and let us understand of what they are trying to say.
poem by Frank Pulver
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Just A Random Poem
These words have no meaning to it
Yet we're typing it anyways
It's not about love, happiness, or sorrow
Yet it's about all those things
Love is not a game, but people still play
Happiness is all we want, but only few of us have it
Sorrow is in all of our hearts, but there is always someone out there to help us out
Like life these words have no meaning to it, yet it still does
Everyone is random in there own way, but thats okay
We see other peoples randomness, but we fail to see ours
But like everything, these words have no meaning,
Because this is Just A Random Poem
poem by Callum Tabone
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Julian Scott
Toward the last
The truth of others was untruth to me;
The justice of others injustice to me;
Their reasons for death, reasons with me for life;
Their reasons for life, reasons with me for death;
I would have killed those they saved,
And save those they killed.
And I saw how a god, if brought to earth,
Must act out what he saw and thought,
And could not live in this world of men
And act among them side by side
Without continual clashes.
The dust's for crawling, heaven's for flying --
Wherefore, O soul, whose wings are grown,
Soar upward to the sun!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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