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Carnal Desires

I use to think there was
a grandeur design,
But that was a fallacy
epiphany unwind

We cease to mature
developmentally,
there is a domino effect
in every aspect - reality.

For some reason,
when individual growth is bent
stunted by some vile
life changing event.

The needs that needed
to be answered content
at that time we're molested
breeding fear and descent

Over time, building up
a gross of desires
left to fester and grow
deep and hidden inside her
striving to achieve
a satisfied state of higher

It's in this state
Desire's fractured in kind
keeps one blinded to
irregularity in design

individual seeks out
address wanton bulges
sickness with quickness
eventually indulges

many old people
glare at the young to feed
blatant carnal desires
selfish, horny deeds

Old men and women
leering everywhere
hoping to capture
embrace all that are fair

In their pursuits
they will all convey
a hope that pollutes
every thing they survey

It's a messed up trail
A not so living well
When the mind is so trapped
needing release from this hell

Unfortunately it's so
hard to tell
If the damage being done
was worth the effort to expel

On bands of thin light
We've a story to tell
And a life to live
An image not to fail

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Desires of Your Heart

Daily keeping an eye on your desire, remember where you did start.
You were plucked from the fire, and then Jesus Christ set you apart.
Through your life, it is God’s desire, that His message you do impart.
God, who reigns heavens higher, will grant the desires of your heart.

Friend, as we live our lives for God, He fills believers with His Grace.
Working upon this earth men trod, God may move us place to place.
He guides us with staff and rod, as He shines upon us with His face.
As we do our jobs to honor God, Christ draws others into His Grace.

The Lord will use you as He needs, to shine your light on your world.
Through your life Christ sows seeds, this as your witness is unfurled.
Through your work and your deeds, New Life by you God will herald.
As a shepherd The Savior leads, with our desires to reach the world.

Your desires, by God are not ignored, this as you live your daily life.
If you delight yourself in The Lord, desires will be granted by Christ.
Friend in your job Christ will afford, a place for you to be a sacrifice.
So men can meet who you’ve adored, and accept Him into their life.

God will give you your heart’s desire, as He sets your goals higher.
As Christ leads you to the place, so He can lead men to His Grace.
Christ will use your daily deeds, for men to see their eternal needs.
And with your desires Jesus Christ, will lead others to Eternal Life.

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Something

I'm writing in hope for something with sweet melody,
A rhythm that can be felt,
A beauty that can be read.
With words flowing like water over rocks,
Steadily without fault or obstruction.
A liquid in its purest state.

I'm writing in hope for something with sweet remembrance,
Like the scent of falling rain,
Or the memorable sound of a mothers cooing voice.
Something so memorable,
The slightest reminder sends you back to the exact moment,
Replaying in unbroken pattern of mind.

I'm writing in hope for something spectacular to happen,
For my words to form a feeling so deep they hurt,
For each image to be as clear as these words on this paper.
I want you to feel what I feel,
A feeling of lonely discontent,
Sitting alone in my own my own world, writing away.

I am writing this in hope for something to stick with you,
A message or a meaning that I've hidden inside a syllable,
A voice of reason that you have kept from yourself,
Silenced with the voice of your shallow desires.
A dream that you once had forgotten,
Lost in the darkness of the night.

I am writing this in hope for something to be brought to light.
Maybe a buried thought that you wish you never had,
Or an inner conflict that you hadn't noticed but feel tearing apart your skin,
Even an aspiration you promised to live up to but left to die.
Something so lost in the world of your mind,
Swallowed by deep chasms of thought and memory.

I am writing this in hope of telling a story.
The story of a world that can only be imagined in a dark room,
Hidden from the world and apart from anything else.
The story of a broken heart of a shortened life,
The story of the silent cries of a lost soul reaching for sanity.
My own story, perhaps, or even yours, is this your story?

I am writing in hope of making your thoughts and feelings dance,
A slow and steady music in the background,
Propelling your eyes left to right and back again.
Following the steps of each word,
The flow off each line and stanza.
An endless waltz with the reader and the writer, will you dance with me?

I am writing in hope of making an impression on your mind,
Maybe not an everlasting one, but even just a brief moment,
A moment of realization that you are now reading what I have written,
That for one moment in time our minds share the same space and thought,
Each word playing in our head the same as the other's.
Can you hear my voice, can you feel my thoughts?

I don't know why I am writing, or why I am writing what I am writing,
But I know that it has accomplished one thing,
It has given a purpose to something, if even just a piece of paper,
It has given worth to something that at one point was just a blank sheet,
Waiting for something to be etched into its surface, making it something.
I guess that's why I'm writing, I'm just writing; something.

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In A State

My mind is in a state
His soul all seem to do is took my fate
Well I try to be space (?)
But all the world was crushing at the gate
This time...
This time...
Reality's stroke me in-between the eyes
My mind is in a state
As everything i miss it comes to late
So I tried and disappear
To do it's only one way out of fear
This time...
This time...
Reality's stroke me between the eyes
My mind is in a state
But all I need to do is change my pace
And I know it's fear the fate
But happiness is foggin' as embrace
This time...
This time...
This time...
This time...
This time...
This time...

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State Of Play

You can hear the siren screaming
Take me to the promised land
See the intervention
Take you higher and higher
See we are the giving world
We are responsible
Were not about to break
Chorus
Its just a state of play
Its just a state of play
This is the revolution coming
With the giving world
No need to wait for your
Appointment is made
No need to ask for help, its in
The love we breathe
Dancing in the new design
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying monumental
Reaching to God love
Secret needing all I really
Want to know right now
The state of play
Are you looking at it
Is it looking at you
Chorus
No point in kidding let the
Children split the atom
A firm believer this appointment with love
All those who look for glory
They see the flags are flying
They hear the siren screaming
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying
All I really want to know
Right now, right now
(I want to be inside your heart)
I want to know right now is
This the state of play
Are you looking at it

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State Of Play

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There Is No Such Thing As An Individual

She looked at me
and asked.
'What is your answer? '

I was startled
and caught up short.

Simple question.

But I did not know
what the answer was.

'Who am I'?
I blurted out
vying for time;
I gave her my name
narrowing it to the millions
of Jim Jones in the world.

But am I my name?

She said

What else.?

'I am Hedi's Father
and Lisa's husband'

but before this response rolled away
into silence
I knew it wasn't enough.

So who else?

'I like hockey' I said
and knew even this
fell short.

How do I single out
the Me among millions?

What could I say
without out offering
fingerprints or DNA?

What would you say?

Maybe I should have given her
an address.
Only I live there.
But my address
is not my essence.

So who
in fact
is the I-
the me,
that I see-
as individual
and precious?

I really didn't
at that point
have an answer.

What about achievements?
.
How many individuals have
my job
and my name?

Fewer still.

This at least narrows it.

But then
the thought came;
I am not an individual.

I am the Me that
has a family and a history
a genealogy;
only me
has that.

I am not an individual
but a person
who can be identified
in the web of relationships
which surround me;
have surrounded me;

which in the end
have defined me.

I am not an individual.

I am all the people who
have influenced me-
nurtured me been kind to me or hurtful.

So there is then
this myth of the individual
which is not so.

But if this is not true
is it not so that much
of society and indeed Democracy itself
is premised

on the creating the conditions
for individual expression;
individual growth?

Is this premise correct
and the individual lives;
or is it that more real
is society and social relationships.?
So which is which?
But then again, one cannot touch society.

Confusing no?

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State Of Illusion

Living in confusion
State of illusion
Tied in a knot
Of have and have what

Isit a pity
To desyroy a city
Dying alone
On the telephone

Hoping to see
Something in me
That will expell
Me from this hell

Sad to say
I'll die someday
Wish i could be
Happy and free
But as it is
I have no biz
Imagine that
To feed the fat cats

Crying away
Each lying day
Easy to see
This is just me

Life is a crime
I'm doing time
Inside a cell
My own man made hell

The world i'm in
Riddled with sin
To live each dy
Locked up this way

When there should be
Some therapy
To help the souls
Lost in their woes

State of illusion
A bad contusion
Dying away
Each lying day

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Big Brother

Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All
Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey Open Up
Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey
And In This Time Of Free Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your
Mind As They All Survey When You're All Alone You'll Never Wanna Know Open Up
Your Mind As They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey You Gotta Let
Some Thought Inside As They All Survey Caught Between The Parallels Of Life
And Death And Compromises Fill The Hours With New Vices Voices Screaming Time
Is Numb Single File Come And Follow Choosing Futures From Brochures Changing
Channels No Opinion Losing Track Which Way Is Up Use Your Head For What It's
There For Though Not One In The Same Receptive Minds Co-operate Do Not
Dissect The Human Race Make One United Higher Plain And In This Time Of Free
Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought
Inside Use Your Head

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Trapped In A Box

Trapped in a box of tremendous size
It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes
Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies
Sucks up our lives and proliferates lies
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box, four walls as sky
Got a screen for a window about two feet wide
My mind rides and slides as my circuits are fried
No room for thought, use the box as my guide
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box
Watch the world as it flocks
To lifes paradox
Were all trapped in a box
Trapped in a box Im not alone
I know of others with a box as their home
Light only enters from a crack or a hole
This is not enough for a human to grow
Trapped in a box
Chorus: always wanting a different view
Instant gratification for you
Reality gone in a single click
Just hope that that switch wont stick
Trapped in a box my life becomes void
All I thought for myself is now destroyed
Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy
Sublinal rules: how to live, how to die
Trapped in a box

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Dreams and Desires

So much has been said
So little has been said
So much remains to be said
Or does it

Which is better
To act out one's desires

Or keep them to oneself

Hidden in one's dreams

How to know

Which deisres, when acted on,

Will bring more pleasure than pain

More good than grief

How to know

Which desires should be kept

Safely tucked away

Deep inside dreams

Desires versus dreams

Dreams and/or desires

That is the challenge

To balance the two

To live in the sunshine

To limit the what ifs

To limit the regrets

To live a life one can believe in

poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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A Sensational Depressional Death Consumed As Tightly Ever By Thee.

Once one forlorn saddened day as i took aim to thy left wrist with a sharpened and honed razor's edged pupose intent...
T'was i crazed or just merely Hell bound as Hell bent.
Where had'st thy sanity went? ...
What days mismanged by Hell's mental'ed facitized.
Which zany menue in life of strife...
Why would'st this eternal flame and ever burning bush of genius,
wish to be extinguished?
Does thou seem well full of oneself? ...
Do veins in portaled body continue in vain?
In vain just be well kind enough for me to do well to explain...
Depression is a state of mind that one may well disagree.
Depression is a degree of stunted mental well being...
Depression is what life should be rid of for thee.
Why would one want to be as live in a very dillusional lie? ...
Why would one want to leave this life a worldly cowardly way to die?
Death be peace in all it's dreamy as happly promised way sent forward...
Peace is what gives off a promising way toward's a slumbering
sleepful journey thus far mis spent.
Death is a yearning for peace from Heaven promised to thee to be
from life finally free...
Unhappy depression can keep one all their life trapped as in an inescapeable tree.
To finally be depressionally freed...
We all have to want to be pushed away and out of our slowly held
state and be untreed.

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Fate; not the only thing to depend upon

All we have some desires
Some wishes and ambitions of our own
But when it cannot be achieved
We say, we are unlucky
But fate is not the only thing to depend upon
So why it is said 'Man is the Architect of his own fate? '
Surely there should be no doubt about it
Need to keep faith and increase our confidence level
Need hard effort and labor
As 'Industry is the key to success'
So man can achieve his desires
By not depending on fate
But by trying and working hard all time.

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And if we are in this state, if we had an eternity of probation, what reason have we to suppose that we should profit by it - if we had ever so long a time to chose for ourselves we should pursue our own will, to gratify our carnal I desires.

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Tu Ne Quaesieris

For all the lore of Lodge and Myers
I cannot heal my torn desires,
Nor hope for all that man can speer
To make the riddling earth grow clear.
Though it were sure and proven well
That I shall prosper, as they tell,
In fields beneath a different sun
By shores where other oceans run,
When this live body that was I
Lies hidden from the cheerful sky,
Yet what were endless lives to me
If still my narrow self I be
And hope and fail and struggle still,
And break my will against God's will,
To play for stakes of pleasure and pain
And hope and fail and hope again,
Deluded, thwarted, striving elf
That through the window of my self
As through a dark glass scarce can see
A warped and masked reality?
But when this searching thought of mine
Is mingled in the large Divine,
And laughter that was in my mouth
Runs through the breezes of the South,
When glory I have built in dreams
Along some fiery sunset gleams,
And my dead sin and foolishness
Grow one with Nature's whole distress,
To perfect being I shall win,
And where I end will Life begin

poem by Clive Staples Lewis
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Did You Ever Question Why?

Do you have a purpose in life, amidst the struggles and the strife?
A purpose that will forever endure, in the work of Christ our Lord.
Do you have an ultimate end, which you are striving for my friend?
Things on earth will cease to be, with the ultimate end in Eternity.

Friend, did you ever question why; we are born to just simply die?
From your very initial breath, you live to one day anticipate death.
Is it not simply natural for us, to live and to die and return to dust?
But being created like The Son, when we die The Lord isn’t done.

Just where did all life originate, could it simply be one big mistake?
Life is such an awesome design, much too grand to evolve in time.
Just when did it all come to be, and is there a place called eternity?
A place without beginning friend, and one that simply has no end.

Why would anyone truly believe, in a place they can not conceive?
For no one can truly conceive, what God has for those who believe.
Is there something to this hope, that supplies men power to cope?
To cope with all the struggles in life, in the power of Jesus Christ.

Friend, did you ever want to know, when you die where do you go?
Heaven and Hell are truly real, eternally my friend, it’s a done deal.
Still ahead there is an eternity, a timeless place where all shall be.
All questions you have today, will be answered in a permanent way.

Question now your eternal state, it’s not chance or the finger of fate.
So would you on this day believe, and in your heart by faith receive,
As Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and He will grant you Eternal Life.
Then questions will cease to be, as you enter with Him into Eternity.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Lifes Projection

Inside an individual's life is a projection
of their life story, created from the Lamp of Divine light.

This Divine Light, focused, condensed, into a strong beam
projecting the ongoing life story of the individual.

This beam of Divine Light shines through the shutter
of moments connected by consciousness.

Consciousness acts like film, where the life story of the individual is experienced, acted on, and stored. The shutter of moments lets the Divine Light through because each moment is in the right position.

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My Mind Is Not Design To Only Address The Best

My mind is not design to only address the best.
Although I try to hide it...
My thoughts sometimes are dirty!
My mind is not design to only address the best.
Just like the rest,
I do enjoy raw recipes!

I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!
I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!

Some choose to be their own enemy.
Not me!
With wishes to impress.
Just to leave some people guessing.

With me what you see is what you get that's it!
I'm not the one to sit around because I do not fit.
Or be chosen by debate.
To prove myself worthy!

I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!
I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!

And when it's good to me I get numb.
Sometimes dumb...
If I'm running from a gun!
And when it's good to me I get numb.
Sometimes dumb...
If I'm running from a gun!

My mind is not design to only address the best.
Sometimes it's numb.
Sometimes I'm stunned...
If I'm running from a gun!

My mind is not design to only address the best.

Some choose to be their own enemy.
Not me!
With wishes to impress.
Just to leave some people guessing.

With me what you see is what you get that's it!
I'm not the one to sit around because I do not fit.
Or be chosen by debate.
To prove myself worthy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learn Ramdas, learn!

Nature is the grand school,
Even sometimes demoted to lowerclass,
Nature is that school,
Where knowledge and wisdom alone qualifies one to higher class,
Wherein a mistake is sufficient to get sent back,
See some animals, may it be a dog or a cat,
May it be a plant or tree,
All move from lower level to higher,
Every pain is a lesson,
Every helplessness leads to prayer,

Even the king of forest left alone by others at the end,
but not by the ants and flies and parasites,
Make him suffer a lot,
Get disgusted of own life,
with the very last breath,
He wish something and it gets fulfilled!

Some animals learn quick,
Yet they wish for what they don't have,
Nature fulfils its wish,
Until self learns, all wishes that are narrow and selfish lead to pain,
This learning of 'desires are cause of pain'
Continues until one becomes free of desires!

I have seen somany people saying,
'Dogs life in wealthy man's house is far better the life of helpless poor man'
Such men may destined to come as dog in some wealthy man's house,
Only to learn,
dog is only dog,
not more than that,
If one has patience,
The study of life itself shows,
Animal to man, man to animal is possible,
Till one gets free of desires,
Selfless and think beyond desires and pain.

This is not a doctrine,
It is my observations of animals and plants around me!
I never ask anyone to believe this,
When entire living world is one family,
Everything is possible,
learn Ramdas,
Learn,
Incarnation of unfulfilled desires is reincarnation of soul!
Just take as a food for thought,
Better not waste time on discussion,
Find the way out to become free of desires

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Some Girl

She's just some ordinary girl with a pretty face
Some beauty I don't know and someone I exaggerate
She's a muse to me, pictures of her inspire my poems
I write about her life and its something I don't know

I stare at her, and she stares back, I know but she doesn't
And its feels empty, a picture can't be loved or loving
My desires for her are what draws me to ponder about her
Words of romance fill my void and I am lonely no longer

Maybe its just natural, to desire for the beautiful
But something in the way she looks makes my mind full
Of thoughts of us somewhere, loving life, we are in bliss
In a state of happiness with her nothing will be missed

A pen and paper is all that I need to convey to her
My thoughts of her, I hope one day she reads these words
And we'll be in love as reality is written from my mind
Romance between me and her, my fantasies become my life

poem by Piscine Kipling
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Right Before Your Eyes

When the door shuts
Don't worry about me
Its not attention that I want from you
I need you to trust who I'm gonna be
And in everything I'm going to do
Cause I'm not afraid
Of what I don't know
For understanding is all that I earn
What is for sure is I'm gonna to go
I'm gonna to live and I'm going to learn
And I know there will be mistakes that I will make
But I know they're not worse than chances I don't take, take
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
When the door shuts
Its shuts in front of me
A new person that I have become
I follow my heart to my destiny
But living in fear and sorrow is done
There will be no more feeling that I'm all alone
I will surround myself with things that help me grow, grow
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
Right before your eyes
Right before your eyes

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Desires of Your Heart

Something

In A State

State Of Play

State Of Play

There Is No Such Thing As An Individual

State Of Illusion

Big Brother

Trapped In A Box

Dreams and Desires

A Sensational Depressional Death Consumed As Tightly Ever By Thee.

Fate; not the only thing to depend upon

Tu Ne Quaesieris

Did You Ever Question Why?

Lifes Projection

My Mind Is Not Design To Only Address The Best

Learn Ramdas, learn!

Some Girl

Right Before Your Eyes

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