Surmountable Enlightened Ideals
I have thought
devoted more than
twenty years
to intangible things
solid materialists
would devalue.
Ephemeral
ennobling ideals
sourcing
spiritual morality
materialism's
destitute junkies
would consider
frivolous.
Surmountable
enlightened ideals
that will spiritually
revolutionize
a world still
locked within
frozen wastes fearing
metaphorical ice age.
A lost product...
consuming
world still
locked within
a fear or faithless
echo insecurity
abhorring poverty
psyche still fears.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Intangible Things
I have thought devoted
more than twenty years
to intangible things
solid materialists would devalue.
Ephemeral ennobling ideals
sourcing spiritual morality
materialism's destitute junkies
would consider frivolous.
Surmountable enlightened ideals
that will spiritually revolutionize
fundamental world still locked within
frozen wastes fearing an ice age.
A lost product consuming
world still locked within
a fear or faithless insecurity
abhorring poverty still fears.
Only mad dogs
will insatiable prey upon
the wretched
forsaken of the earth.
Only mad dogs
will boast of exploiting
the wretched
down trodden of the earth.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Locked up Inside
Im locked up inside.
In a manic world
In a world of demons
I live in a demonic world.
My emotions are locked
Locked far away
Inside my self
Im locked up inside
Scared of the world
Frightened and alone
My emotions are locked
The key is long lost
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Solid Booze
And we are growing along spiritual lines
Will never mean we should stop to have big fun time
Oh oh oh
Should it be for the very first of all to pray
And to report it to your next in an effective way
But whatever our ideals turn to be
We must be willing to break it through
We must be willing to make amends where we
Ever have to put some harm on too
She is my she's my all
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
And we are growing along the spiritual lines
Would never mean we should believe in all those
Different kinds
Oh oh oh
Could it be the very first of all to recognize
Its the better sense to take it once and give it twice
But whatever our ideals turn out to be
We should be willing to break it through
We should be willing to realize
That attitudes have got us too
She is my
She's my all
song performed by by Falco
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But the egoist has no ideals, for the knowledge that his ideals are only his ideals, frees him from their domination. He acts for his own interest, not for the interest of ideals.
quote by John Buchanan Robinson
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The Doors Are Locked
From inside of this room
I shall not exit
I have locked the doors
To the world outside.
It does not matter to me what is happening outside, because
Behind these locked doors
Is the world that I live in,
This land of my dreams that
I have fabricated for myself alone.
I recall my father recently reading me a story-
Of a woman who created a world within her dreams-
There she lived and locked herself
Inside of the doors that
Barred her from all that is real.
My father's hope was that
I would find my way out from
This place he called the land of my delusions.
This place which he calls the land of my delusions has become
My only veracity.
From the inside of this room
I shall not exit-it is here I safely converse with
The voices inside of my mind.
The doors to this room are locked, but
I can still hear my mother weeping, and
I hear my mother cry out from the midst of her tears-
What has become of my only child?
Inside of this room, I have constructed a world.
The doors are locked and
I have shut reality out-
The doors to my room are locked and
I have lost the key.
My mother is still weeping as her one and only
Has lost the key that would open the doors
To the world outside-
My mother is sobbing; the key is lost and alas-
Her only child's sanity has also been lost.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Caged in Life Caged Like a.............
Caged in life
Locked up in misery
Locked up in guilt.
Locked up in denial.
No it wasnt me.
Im locked in my own misery.
With no1 to hear my cries.
My cries of desperatoin
My cries of disbelife.
I guess I'll never be free
Wrapped up in my own grief.
Blaming anything
Blaming myself.
Angry with everyone
Angry at the world.
Am I a bitter person.
yes properly I am.
I feel caged in wvery days life.
Every new day
The same as the one thats past.
One messed up mind
Is mine my mind drained
My mind is all but lost.
For now Im a bitter person.
Locked in my own world
Locked in my grief.
With barriers a 1000 feet high.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Fear Of Fear
Fear is not what I am afraid of.
True, it is a frightful thing to fear;
But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming
Especially when its form becomes sheer
Fear is like losing a tree of shade on a bristling day
Or losing your breath when you fall below the sea;
I fear this fear of fearing these fears
And it is this fear that is part and parcel of me.
Fear is like loving without being loved back,
Fear is like leaving without being left;
And the fear of loving and leaving and being loved and being left
Is opposed by the fear of not fearing anything
And being an empty vase, noisy and bereft
I fear not death nor do I fear life,
But I fear the fear of both as my peers;
If I could release one fear from my fears
It would be the fear of fearing these fears.
poem by Samah Khan
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Locked In Padded Cells
Remember those days when religion and politics,
Were said should not be mixed.
And those with their differences,
Had been the reason a greatness existed.
And opportunities to enjoy liberties,
Was a reality not to be questioned.
Well...
It certainly can not be the fault,
Of those who created such lofty ideals.
Or the appealing visions of those,
Who initiated what today is being opposed...
And considered to be utter nonsense.
Although the expense to continue conflicts,
Threatening those dreams once thought obtainable...
Seem to be lifted from something 'science fiction'.
And those fearing the visits from aliens,
Should themselves be strapped in strait jackets.
And locked in padded cells...
WITH whatever changing standards they value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sedated
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
As if they have been...
Sedated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To be connected to America’s causes — liberty, equal justice, respect for the dignity of all people — brings happiness more sublime than life’s fleeting pleasures. Our identities and sense of worth are not circumscribed but enlarged by serving good causes bigger than ourselves. "Fellow Americans" — that association has meant more to me than any other. I lived and died a proud American. We are citizens of the world’s greatest republic, a nation of ideals, not blood and soil. We are blessed and are a blessing to humanity when we uphold and advance those ideals at home and in the world. We have helped liberate more people from tyranny and poverty than ever before in history. We have acquired great wealth and power in the process. We weaken our greatness when we confuse our patriotism with tribal rivalries that have sown resentment and hatred and violence in all the corners of the globe. We weaken it when we hide behind walls, rather than tear them down, when we doubt the power of our ideals, rather than trust them to be the great force for change they have always been.
quote by John McCain
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Be My Escape
I've given up on giving up slowly
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
And this one last bullet you mention
Is my one last shot at redemption
Cause I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where to go
I promise I'm going
Because
I got to get out of here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I've given up on doing this alone now
Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
You've told me the way, and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit, that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Because
I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where I'm going
I promise I'm going because..
I got to get out of here
Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake again
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave
Because I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
That might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing where to go
I promise I'm going
Because
I got to get out of here
I'm stuck inside this rut I fell into by mistake
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I fought you
For so long
I should have let you win
Oh, how we regret those things we do
And all I
Was trying
To do was save my own skin
Oh, but so were you
So were you
song performed by by Relient K
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Locked in a Box
I'm in a locked box
and I'm searching
for the key.
The key that
will set me free.
But wait this locked box
is like no other...
the locked box I'm
in is not made from
cardboard, glass,
wood, plastic or
leather.
The locked box I’m in
is made by an alloyed created
by my own hands.
My mind is the locked
box that I'm in.
The bottom is made from
the ghetto streets
I grew up on.
And one side of the box
is made from the violence
and abuse I suffered
at home.
Now another side is made from
the drugs and alcohol I used
to escape.
While another side is made of
my own self hate.
Now the last side of the locked
box is made from the things
that used to be my hopes
and dreams,
and the lid of this locked box
is made from my nightmares
and screams.
Now, I’m scratching the walls
trying to set myself free.
Because I can feel this
lock box closing in on me.
Closing in so tight it is taking
away my breath.
This locked box is becoming
my resting place after my death.
Wait a minute death may be
the key.
For if I die I will be free.
I'm in a locked box.
Clean Up The World
Clean Up The World
Where have we gone?
We’ve drifted away
Too many years
Nothin’ to say
Too many years
Intentional lies
Too many years
Collegiate-laundered hipplets
Drivin’ us to demise
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Along came McRonald
We got in its way
Too many years
Puppeteers played
Too many years
Stealing us blind
Too many years
Of totalitarians smothering us from the right
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Their Wall Street money’s been holdin’ us fast
Ideals shallow and vain
They sell us all just to make it last
Revolution of ‘89 today
We got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Self-centered cosmos
Material gain
Too many years
Deflecting their blame
Too many years
Stuffin’ their cart
Too many years
Deceit inside the head
Instead of love in their heart
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its grave
Copyright 1992 Will Fiala
poem by Will Fiala
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Frozen With Flowers (Revision)
Sitting among flowers burning with joy
of life - even the small purple ones have
yellow hearts, orange flowers seem warm
Yet it feels as if they are frozen as I sit in
the cold, then the dream - an Ice Princess
sitting atop a glass mountain
They're her only reminders of the real world,
a heroine and a prince will not come, for
all eternity the Princess sits among frozen
Beauty of long ago with ice-covered flowers
from when she still believed an inner world
of love could be realised by wishing for it
They are frozen tokens to keep her company,
she is happy, the ardent longing to find ideals
and fight for them have also been
Frozen with flowers...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Faithful Till The End
in the beginning vision
there was vision
insight seen in heartfelt
moments eureka
future culture shock
foreseen global suicidal
rip off cash grab run
wake up call implosion
ideals ethics morality
godhead values dissipating
upheld by one coming
before time on line at crisis point
flux vision proven in
beginning there was heart vision
ideals ethics morality
heart beat love span humanitarian
soul tested etched in
experience heart soul vindicated
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Its That Fear
It's that fear
Ooo very scary! !
I bet you don't know it
Keeps you worried
It's that fear...
Very loud in your ear..
But not everyone could hear
It's that fear
Why? Y u even here
Leaving people in tears..
It's that fear
Born and raised
Can be of denial
Struggles, family or revival
It's that fear
That keeps consuming..
Consuming us in out! !
Eating us away...
It's that fear
The fear we hate
Come to us in pace
In life circumstance
It's that fear
Can anyone hear?
Like a monster or dear?
I wish it was fair..
it's that fear
Some say never fear
But in the back they tear
Overwhelmed can't even dare
Trying to overcome the fear..
It's that fear
The fear which keep us
Us alive and awake
Awake from unexpected
Awake to fight against
It's that fear
I want all to hear..
You and me here..
We need to chase Mr. Fear
We could make it
Make this a better world
Without the fear
The fear of loss
The fear of famine
The fear of war
The fear of poverty
The fear of religion
The fear of recognition
Why are we in fear...?
Can't it be there not here..
It's time to chase him out there
Leaving us in peace in here
It's that fear
The fear which is not only mine
It's that fear for all
The fear we both hear
Hear from different angles
Hear in different times
We all just don't want him here...
The fear we both imagine
An illusion body..
Could affect your goals
Never entertain that fear.
God Is Everywhere
The Lord God is much closer than, the misguided ideas of most men,
No, He’s not in the trees or grass, that thought is just spiritually crass,
God is Eternal Spirit, my friend; He had no beginning and has no end,
Not created things these men point to, for God these men never knew.
Within men’s hearts, our Lord resides, while in believers Christ abides,
Through the Spirit of Jesus Christ, to guide His people during this life,
By Christ’s Spirit, dwelling within, He guides us through a world of sin,
The Lord gives us the spiritual insight, for discerning wrong from right,
The Spirit guides us from the crowd, with leaders boisterous and loud,
The very leaders who Christ had said, were to lead the spiritually dead,
Pointing followers to God’s Creation, while ignoring Christ’s Salvation,
Worshiping earth not The Creator, and denying their need for a Savior.
Men distort Truth to their destruction, by their crass spiritual deduction.
Professing that God is in everything, spiritually bears a delusional ring,
Which is music to the sinner’s ear, as trees and grass they do not fear,
Loving not God, but nature instead, as they follow the spiritually dead.
God is everywhere, indeed it is true, but, He will only enter me and you,
If and when you accept Christ in faith, His Spirit shall enter in by Grace,
Christ then goes with you everywhere, assisting in every need and care,
And will be with us through Eternity, something all others will never see.
(Copyright ©05/2010)
My Messages
Must a poet's word bring forth
a liturgy of high ideals?
Or is it just as important
to speak of how one feels?
Ideals are what we reach for.
We mostly come up short,
but still the reaching's important
which we never should abort.
Still my poet's mind must care
and create the scenes I see,
the world in pain that's everywhere
must be penned by me.
All cannot be rosy
although I wish it were.
And so these words I offer you
make me a messenger.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The ultimate determinant in the struggle now going on for the world will not be bombs and rockets but a test of wills and ideas-a trial of spiritual resolve the values we hold, the beliefs we cherish and the ideals to which we are dedicated.
quote by Ronald Reagan
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The ultimate determinant in the struggle now going on for the world will not be bombs and rockets but a test of wills and ideas-a trial of spiritual resolve: the values we hold, the beliefs we cherish and the ideals to which we are dedicated.
quote by Ronald Reagan
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