Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
There is something rather sad
about people those poor compelled people,
who have somehow unseen silent become,
wanders over face of siren earth.
Especially when they have become old
when they are alone, worn, torn, and old.
Especially alone, when weathered worn old
as I now suddenly become amazingly old.
It touches my enveloping heart
with old haunting memories,
due to an ancient inheritance
an intense wandering quest spirit,
mixed within my celestial nature.
For I was born old
yet lingering scent, craving curiosity,
kept life’s hardships,
new intriguing about harsh edges.
Barely enough
a desire to perceive know,
motivates tired
emotions inquisitiveness,
discovery no rarity.
Makes for a strange
rich personage,
some even stranger,
chance bedfellows.
But what journeys
journeys through
diversity defining life.
Life’s been a fated warp fabric
so many loose threads,
running through mists,
merging cyclic link bound time.
Soon traverse must wane,
decline fade waver,
with encroaching onset age.
Rove no more hell bent astray,
untwist ravel out possible pathway,
magic many varied impulsive way.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Certain Knowledge Know
I. Journeys through Diversity defining Life
There is something rather sad
about people those poor compelled people,
who have somehow unseen silent become,
wanders over face of siren earth.
Especially when they have become old
when they are alone, worn, torn, and old.
Especially alone, when weathered worn old
as I now suddenly become amazingly old.
It touches my enveloping heart
with old haunting memories,
due to an ancient inheritance
an intense wandering quest spirit,
mixed within my celestial nature.
For I was born old
yet lingering scent, craving curiosity,
kept life’s hardships,
new intriguing about harsh edges.
Barely enough
a desire to perceive know,
motivates tired
emotions inquisitiveness,
discovery no rarity.
Makes for a strange
rich personage,
some even stranger,
chance bedfellows.
But what journeys
journeys through
diversity defining life.
Life’s been a fated warp fabric
so many loose threads,
running through mists,
merging cyclic link bound time.
Soon traverse must wane,
decline fade waver,
with encroaching onset age.
Rove no more hell bent astray,
untwist ravel out possible pathway,
magic many varied impulsive way.
II. A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era
He is old now hell bent rover
spends his time among flowers,
flora diverse trees in winter,
species of trees shrubs ferns,
quietly pondering mysteries for hours;
summer embodied in capsule nature
investigating wild places near adventure.
Still they tell tall stories about him
stories that can raise the ears of corn,
grown to sky proportions above height man,
grown more swiftly and surely than is born,
in favoured climates despite balanced care given.
A free flavor of exultant expectation
that leaves the taste buds buttered,
in joyous nourishment, invigorating life,
with stimulating minerals and vitamins.
Imbued real wonder of such organic foods
mouth watering melons seemingly grown,
by myth fairy folk who chance still reside,
may some say about ageless mystical regions.
No experimental genetically modified foods
grown to new disproportionate research size,
in cauldron vats modern chemical nutrients,
symbolizing a scientific tasteless artificial era.
III. Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries
His face is old now old and weathered by time
battered by elements mishaps the odd hand,
a face telling intriguing many layered stories.
A face evoking long lived life distinguishing
in every timeworn, etched evolving wrinkle,
slight change in profile, etched characteristic;
events marking bloody birth of numerous nations,
monumental decisions, progressive undercurrents.
With eyes telling multiple mysteries
they have suffered, been and seen,
knowing well amoral human heart
its vulgarities, depths of perversity.
Eyes looking through heart soul
stripping naked concealed secrets, at mere glance,
eyes that hold yet cannot be met,
knowing; demanding eyes, undeniably piercing.
Eyes leaving you speechless, breathless,
burning with resilient defiant fire,
though indisputably kind; infinitely gentle,
forgiving normal human shortcomings.
His face was a face even gods
would look upon, twice at in wonder,
when blessed ethereal light shone,
upon his mesmerizing countenance.
Oh how countless years faded,
restored life, regenerated vitality,
upon him swiftly spiritually bloomed;
while still seen, even more clearly,
great age, knowledge skillfully chiseled;
into those unmistakable ravaged features.
IV. I Was Even Born In Them
He used to sing
in a sort of rhythmic rhyme,
from time to time,
I remember one such rhyme.
‘If I had a golden dollar
for every dive I’ve been,
I would still be in this dive,
I am diving depths of life.
Life’s been a long tilled
amazing wondrous highway,
so many strange absolutely unique,
apparently dead end byways.
Some so savage rough
I near died, came out sideways,
bore the scars my stripes, nursed;
healed scourging proudly, my way.
Seen some like Paul cruel,
hideous, inhuman actions,
a shape of terror lies; in man’s,
acceptance easy sanction,
been the recipient; of some such,
depraved demented actions.
But we healed the broken
links in their unholy lives,
we turned the other cheek,
healed their god forsaken eyes.
I was a hot headed misguided Saul
Lord Jesus made me a Paul,
I pitched a new forgiveness tent,
Holy Spirit made palace everywhere we went.
Holy Spirit flowed like a river of wine
we saved many a lost soul just in nick of time,
when they called out to the Most High Lord,
heaven Jesus said shall be their reward...’.
Such was his personal song of redeemed life,
a man a slave to the Holy, Most High God,
publishing in his life; way of true salvation,
trusting to be saved; through purchaser Jesus Christ.
V. God Bestowed Information
Money never really mattered
he made it, spent it,
over a long principled life; that
in itself was enough.
Money was just a simple tool
to procure, life’s necessities,
to be used wisely skillfully,
as were all tools; of life’s trade.
It was to be used, that was all,
unlike others, his money he used;
it did not use him, rule over him,
control his actions, control his life.
But the God bestowed information
contained in his astute judicious brain;
of more lasting value, than development,
of a super-sonic, combat attack aircraft.
Full-blooded wanders
certain knowledge know,
the depths of such intrinsic
knowledge, understanding,
is like the vast energized dark
freezing depths; of interstellar
space, waiting for us to go there,
search out, explore new knowledge.
And ultimately enlightened know...
The last thing he said
before he smiling died.
Spread my ashes over Auschwitz.
Spread my ashes. Spread my ashes.
Among my nameless beloved brethren.
He was a strange saintly kind of guy.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
Money never really mattered
he made it, spent it,
over a long principled life; that
in itself was enough.
Money was just a simple tool
to procure, life’s necessities,
to be used wisely skillfully,
as were all tools; of life’s trade.
It was to be used, that was all,
unlike others, his money he used;
it did not use him, rule over him,
control his actions, control his life.
But the God bestowed information
contained in his astute judicious brain;
of more lasting value, than development,
of a super-sonic, combat attack aircraft.
Full-blooded wanders
certain knowledge know,
the depths of such intrinsic
knowledge, understanding,
is like the vast energized dark
freezing depths; of interstellar
space, waiting for us to go there,
search out, explore new knowledge.
And ultimately enlightened know...
The last thing he said
before he smiling died.
Spread my ashes over Auschwitz.
Spread my ashes. Spread my ashes.
Among my nameless beloved brethren.
He was a strange saintly kind of guy.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
He is old now hell bent rover
spends his time among flowers,
flora diverse trees in winter,
species of trees shrubs ferns,
quietly pondering mysteries for hours;
summer embodied in capsule nature
investigating wild places near adventure.
Still they tell tall stories about him
stories that can raise the ears of corn,
grown to sky proportions above height man,
grown more swiftly and surely than is born,
in favoured climates despite balanced care given.
A free flavor of exultant expectation
that leaves the taste buds buttered,
in joyous nourishment, invigorating life,
with stimulating minerals and vitamins.
Imbued real wonder of such organic foods
mouth watering melons seemingly grown,
by myth fairy folk who chance still reside,
may some say about ageless mystical regions.
No experimental genetically modified foods
grown to new disproportionate research size,
in cauldron vats modern chemical nutrients,
symbolizing a scientific tasteless artificial era.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
His face is old now old and weathered by time
battered by elements mishaps the odd hand,
a face telling intriguing many layered stories.
A face evoking long lived life distinguishing
in every timeworn, etched evolving wrinkle,
slight change in profile, etched characteristic;
events marking bloody birth of numerous nations,
monumental decisions, progressive undercurrents.
With eyes telling multiple mysteries
they have suffered, been and seen,
knowing well amoral human heart
its vulgarities, depths of perversity.
Eyes looking through heart soul
stripping naked concealed secrets, at mere glance,
eyes that hold yet cannot be met,
knowing; demanding eyes, undeniably piercing.
Eyes leaving you speechless, breathless,
burning with resilient defiant fire,
though indisputably kind; infinitely gentle,
forgiving normal human shortcomings.
His face was a face even gods
would look upon, twice at in wonder,
when blessed ethereal light shone,
upon his mesmerizing countenance.
Oh how countless years faded,
restored life, regenerated vitality,
upon him swiftly spiritually bloomed;
while still seen, even more clearly,
great age, knowledge skillfully chiseled;
into those unmistakable ravaged features.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
He used to sing
in a sort of rhythmic rhyme,
from time to time,
I remember one such rhyme.
‘If I had a golden dollar
for every dive I’ve been,
I would still be in this dive,
I am diving depths of life.
Life’s been a long tilled
amazing wondrous highway,
so many strange absolutely unique,
apparently dead end byways.
Some so savage rough
I near died, came out sideways,
bore the scars my stripes, nursed;
healed scourging proudly, my way.
Seen some like Paul cruel,
hideous, inhuman actions,
a shape of terror lies; in man’s,
acceptance easy sanction,
been the recipient; of some such,
depraved demented actions.
But we healed the broken
links in their unholy lives,
we turned the other cheek,
healed their god forsaken eyes.
I was a hot headed misguided Saul
Lord Jesus made me a Paul,
I pitched a new forgiveness tent,
Holy Spirit made palace everywhere we went.
Holy Spirit flowed like a river of wine
we saved many a lost soul just in nick of time,
when they called out to the Most High Lord,
heaven Jesus said shall be their reward...’.
Such was his personal song of redeemed life,
a man a slave to the Holy, Most High God,
publishing in his life; way of true salvation,
trusting to be saved; through purchaser Jesus Christ.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: On Knowledge
Knowledge is one thing priceless, people want;
Knowledge is something gained by labor long;
Knowledge is infinite; master, you-can't;
Knowledge is changeable, much like a song.
Knowledge is deeper than the oceans deep;
Knowledge is larger than the Universe;
Knowledge is barely in life, just a peep;
Knowledge if badly used becomes God's curse.
Knowledge remains undiminished, tho' you- share;
Knowledge gives man, a civilised outlook;
Knowledge if improper, you ought to pare;
Knowledge is gained from Nature and by book.
Knowledge can make a man a wiser one;
Knowledge gives Wisdom in the longer run.
poem by John Celes
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We As Part Of The World Interpret
we as part
of the world
interpret
things
of the world
according to
our own
understanding
media powers
that be
have their own
agenda
framework
of their mind
their bias
impacts
upon
our own
perception
understanding
these ideas
concepts
agendas
flavour
influence
our own
emotions
understanding
according
to our own
opinions
knowledge
personality
we all
interpret
personally
individually
within
collective
mind
of
our society
affirming
or rejecting
main stream
ideas
filtering
understanding
through
fragments
pieces
of knowledge
we know
this
is
self
explanatory
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The original draft stream of consciousness version of this poem is ‘We As Part Of The World Interpret’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We As Part Of The World Interpret: Stream Of Consciousness
we as part of the world interpret things of the world according to our own understand the media powers that be have their own agenda the framework of their mind their bias impacts upon our own understanding these ideas concepts agendas flavour influence our own emotions understanding....
according to our own opinions knowledge personality we all interpret personally individually within the collective mind of our society affirming
or rejecting main stream ideas filtering understanding through the fragments pieces of knowledge we know this is self explanatory individual simplicity
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Original draft stream of consciousness version of ‘We As Part Of The World Interpret’. March 13 at 12: 59pm
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All knowledge is local, all truth is partial. … No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is part of the whole knowledge. … Once you have seen the larger pattern, you cannot get back to seeing the part as the whole.
quote by Ursula K. Le Guin
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The Knowledge
Insight to what's going on
Information keeps us strong
What you don't know can hurt you bad
Take it from me you'll be walkin around sad
Cryin for a better day
Until you educate for a better way
So if you wanna be in control
Ya gotta get yourself in the know
Get the knowledge
That you really want
The knowledge
Do you really want
It's the knowledge
What you really want
The knowledge
That you really want
Spreading vise don't believe the hype
You don't find the knowledge in a pipe
Too many lives go up in smoke
It's nice to laugh but don't be the joke
To get over get better
Try to be the possessor
Of the one thing we all need in life
To succeed take my advice
Get the knowledge
That you really want
The knowledge
Do you really want
It's the knowledge
What you really want
The knowledge
That you really want
Prejudice No!
Ignorance No!
Bigotry No!
Illiteracy No!
Listen it's up to everyone
If we're gonna change the way the world is run
The way to start is to rid the children of
Prejudice and ignorance
We've gotta teach our kids to read and write
That's the only way to win this fight for life
Education is the goal so
If you wanna be in the know
Get the knowledge
It's the one thing we all need in life
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Rhythm Nation 1814
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Knowledge is going to make you stronger. Knowledge is going to let you control your life. Knowledge is going to give you the wisdom to teach their children. Knowledge is the thing that makes you smile in the face of disaster.
quote by Avery Brooks
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Who You Are
Who you are is equivalent to the knowledge
that you obtain throughout your life
and the passion you have for using and
sharing that knowledge with other people.
It is with this knowledge
that we create our own future
and the future for those to come.
I strongly believe that every bit of knowledge I have gained
has been connected to everything I have done,
everyone I have known, and all I will do in my life.
poem by F.L. Racca Sr.
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Sonnet: Knowledge
Deny thee Knowledge never in this world,
Which is something better than even gold;
He is a fool, who knowledge never gains,
Remaining so forever if he feigns.
Knowledge makes a human very wise,
Scholarly, good in demeanor and nice;
Knowledge helps man to know the universe,
And goads him earn more wealth to fill purse.
Knowledge makes a man more cultured in life,
Gives him the courage to overcome strife;
Knowledge takes him near to the Maker;
Man knows God’s love for His beloved creature.
Gaining knowledge is a must in this world,
And helps him always till he is too old!
poem by John Celes
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The Web of Life
The web of life cycles continues
to weave its pattern around us.
We are an extension of everything
that has gone on before us.Each
being a separate energy, taken
from a large energy field.
We are as students in the earth
school, participating as time
travelers throughout the eons of
time. Being a small part of the
whole. This life cycle carries
us from life to life..As actors
in the drama of life.
We have the potential of under-
standing within ourselves. The
secret is how do we tap into the
knowledge. One way is through
Chakra #6, the brow Chakra. Also
known as the third eye, lying
between the two eye-brows, center
of forehead.
This knowledge can be obtained
through meditation
poem by Heather Burns
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Give people knowledge and they really eat it up and they appreciate it a lot and the more that knowledge is made available to people, the more they will utilize it and let it be a part of them.
quote by La Monte Young
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Good Education Need Of The Hour!
Education decides about the future life and work for all;
Education only helps to develop one’s life and work here.
Mere education is not passport to get job but it’s for life;
Mere education helps not to face life situation or crisis;
Common sense, presence of mind, general knowledge do!
For everything education is the base in the modern world;
Education is for freedom, development and fulfilment in life;
Education helps intellectual mind to acquire true knowledge.
Knowledge only can give power, freedom and satisfaction;
Knowledge of love, truth gives freedom to attain perfection.
Dharma is justice to live righteous life according to one’s nature;
Religion is to say about truth of God, dharma and culture to all;
Education is to help develop one’s capacity with apt knowledge
To express talent using ideas of knowledge in duty to do things
Beneficial to oneself, society to achieve joyful fulfilment in life!
Now education does not serve such purpose but crams knowledge
Incomplete just to do specialised jobs only for material benefits.
Complete knowledge makes link of science, literature and culture;
This could satisfy body, mind, heart and soul to achieve completion;
Love and knowledge make perfect to attain joy, peace, satisfaction!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Knowledge Shall Increase
Learned people in the world gain more knowledge as each day goes by,
Unfortunately they never seem to acknowledge The Lord up in the sky.
Diplomas, certificates, and achievements are their present disguise,
But, The Lord up above will make foolishness the wisdom of the wise.
In the Bible the prophet Daniel stated that knowledge would increase,
However, in light of this increasing knowledge where is their peace.
Even in this world there's a peace to be found, this you can be sure,
But this peace is not of the world, but in the knowledge of The Lord.
The Lord also spoke of a famine that will spread throughout the land,
But his is not the normal famine of food that is known to common man.
It will be a spiritual famine, a worldwide famine of God's Holy Word,
Men's hearts will become harder, even some of those who have heard.
Soon all of the knowledge of the earth will be a thing of the past,
While only the knowledge of The Lord through all Eternity will last.
Man's wisdom and knowledge can be necessary down here on the earth,
But the knowledge for Heaven is higher and must include a New Birth.
This knowledge required for Eternity you will find in only one place,
It is found in God's Holy Bible, which we received through His Grace.
This knowledge is essential for everyone, when all is said and done,
For the only knowledge that will save you, is knowledge of The Son.
(Copyright © 06/2002)
Im Living My Life
Part of my life is tatoo's, penetentry rules
When running yo mouth only seperates the men from the fools
Part of my life is bullets, guns, blood, sweat and tears
This is the part of my life that I've lived for years
Part of my life is dreams, wishes, hopes, happyness
Where I could care less about the world and its current happenings
Part of my life is lies, deciet, greed, envy, and hate
Which so many leaders of our world think is great
Part of my life is all the above
Cause everyday I see sadness and very little love
Part of my life has so much love to give
But I'm catching up with death fast, from the life that I live
Part of my life is wrong nor right
But I need no sympathy, cause I'm living my life.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Knowledge
Knowledge is power
A chop-chop growing flower
knowledge is dangerous
An overdosing negative force
And I have been walking its path
Right from the the start with my heart
Acknowledging it as a perfect invention
That can set me free or put me in detention
Knowledge is a privilege
It could place you at the cutting edge
When you pledge
To make it your privilege
Born are great deeds and weeds
As knowledge plants seeds
But Knowledge can deceive
At the end you choose what to believe
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
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