Titanic Battle
Studied religion.
Grasping dig
tilling truth
beneath roots
sunk shaft deep
within shifting
sands shaping time.
Gloss gleaning
echo
within dry well.
Studied raw religion
scribal culture source stewed
in simmering antiquity
disciples priests politically referenced within
multiple extant fragments
various geographic locations
across ancient empires erased.
Sage tending
lost kernels
found intact.
Endeavouring
to reveal unveil expunge
angel come monster.
Ecclesiastical political ploy
betterment entrapping expelled souls
lost snared sucked husk humankind.
Reverse image study
into benign distorting
workings.
Hijacking human creative mind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sappho To Artemis Reevaluated
Sappho so much lost,
so little extant,
like all great classical
Greek minds dilute
poets playwrights
historians writers,
curse of scribal culture,
wars fragmenting papyrus
Sappho partially entombed
in own verse body poetic
survival whims spay frayed fate
incomplete fragments scanned
in 600 BC you invoke verse
as devotee to goddess Artemis
in 2010 AD images are read words
internet computer generated
we strive to scan the gap of ages
antique age medicine science religion
all one mind embodied unified reality
parallels modern great god science
your belief was absolute imbued the air
all you thought ate breathed embodied god
heralded scientific age worships technology
communication dissipates into individualism
fragmented extravagant intemperate soulless
society indulges intemperate pursuit of pleasure
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I studied English literature; I took 2 independent religion classes, but I wasn't a religion major really.
quote by Maggie Gyllenhaal
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Failed Love-war
When their steadfast love
Waged war against the world
They never asked their religion
He never asked her
To change her religion
To change her name
At the culmination
Of the love- war against all
The universe
The Gods
He asked her
To wipe out the vermilion dot
On her fore-head
To break her bangles
To suit to his religion!
She stood with him
To wage war against
Her religion
Her beliefs
Her village diktat
Yet for a sublime love
Untained with religion
The caste or beliefs!
He commanded her
To immerse
In his religion, belief
And caste customs
And customs of the clan
The love converted her
To his religion, belief
And clan to keep
The nuptial knot intact!
He lost nothing for the love
But she lost everything for it
It was he who emboldened
Her to accept the Christ,
The prophet and Jahoa
With no discrimination
As the fundamentals took sword!
As the black shadows
Of disbelief crept in
She as defeated warrior
As the failed crusader
Abandoned and hood -winked
Asked him on parting:
Can you not love me
With no identity
But with the identity as women
Whom you found at first sight!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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12 (Vivekananda) The Guru and the Disciple (II)
One day, Guru Ramakrishna
Told his disciple, Narendra,
“I shall now transfer
To you my spiritual power.”
Narendra got puzzled then,
And asked him, in turn,
“Will it help me in any way
To realize God from this day? ”
Guru replied, “No, it will not,
But in your work, it will assist.”
Naren said, “In that event,
Let me realize God first, ”
“I may misuse my power,
Forgetting God forever,
And if I use it for myself,
It may end in my grief.”
It pleased Guru more
When he rejected power
And preferred God first,
Willingly o’er the rest.
Still in his rational mind,
He was trying to find,
What, in fact, was real?
What then was unreal?
The existing social differences,
Against odd religious practices,
Were the compelling forces,
That disturbed his thoughts.
The new Western culture
Over the old Indian culture,
Influenced the youth more
As a source of glamour.
He was no exception
To this prevailing situation.
He studied English literature
As well as their culture.
The Western philosophy
Their side of history,
And science, in particular,
He studied, over and over.
How the brain acted,
Also the spinal cord,
When one was in trance,
He studied at a glance.
All these steps he did,
They had only increased
Deeply his inner turmoil
And stirred his mind as usual..
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Post Modernism
Illusive unity in religions of ideology
Nothing can replace the universal
Fragments and strands collide
Darkness and light will always be
Right and wrong have not changed
Alchemist of the human soul
Retreat from the political madness
Down to the ground where love abides
Tree of the knowledge of good and evil
Man constantly divides himself
Out of many one
Definitions become temporary
Morality is an old fascist
Culture changes into fragments
Everything is accepted
Utopia turns to fretful, fearful life
Homogenization
Technology with the loss of ethics
Sin disappears - sex becomes a drug
Androgynous freedom with no base
No boundaries with the Tower of Babel
Money acts like a universal
Like spirit and religion
Globalization
The image of God diminished
The image of man diminished
Post modernism in a frigid world
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Christianity is usually called a religion. As a religion it has had a wider geographic spread and is more deeply rooted among more peoples than any other religion in the history of mankind.
quote by Kenneth Scott Latourette
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Religion
Oh Religion, oh Religion,
How you've cheated me of my true lover!
How can i hope for far too long without a lover?
How can i meet my lover with this dichotomy?
How can i cry when, i have found my partner?
Oh Religion, oh Religion;
My pillow is not enough to dry out my tears.
Like the River Jordan, so are my tears;
You've cheated me of my true lover.
This is my sole partner on this earth,
Oh Safi, how can i easily forget you?
You've really touched my heart!
Now that i know the truth, what can i do?
Do i have to cry forever? !
I am stocked in your dreams.
What can love do when, Religion blocks the way?
I am stocked in the faith of my hope,
I am stocked in the journey of my dreams,
I am stocked on you.
Could it be true, when Religion plays its role?
Certainly, i am stock on you;
I know how you feel over there too.
Oh Safi, the love of my heart;
You are certainly the dream of my dreams.
Deep down in my heart,
I have got a companion who cares about me;
But, what have i done to 'Mr. and Mrs. Religion'?
Love knows no bond but,
Religion does block many of our dream lovers!
Oh Religion, how you've cheated me of my lover;
We all came from one source but,
With the laws of curiosity we are divided;
Tell me, how cruel is life?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wasteland
Out into the wasteland
Out into the wasteland
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
Emissionary man amongst the heathen
Cant you see a modern primitive
I came back, Im gonna find,
Im gonna give religion
When there was, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Theres a man in need of resurrection
(no religion)
Cant you see a modern primitive
(no religion)
But Im a man I need my love and
Freedom (no religion)
When there was no freedom at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
In vr land
The future of fun
Tell me what to do
In vr law
Computer crime
Um, so sublime
A fantasy scene
In my machine
Give me secret of life
Let me know, yeah, what I am
And you know that I could get
Outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Ow, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion yeah
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Yeah, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion at all
No religion at all
No religion
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A Lost Day
Lost is the day in which you have not found fulfillment in any area: work, private, or social.
Lost is the day in which you have not found a reason to smile: not about others, and not about yourself.
Lost is the day in which you have not been of any service: neither to others, nor to yourself.
Lost is the day in which you have not shared some love with another living creature.
Lost is the day in which you did not dedicate one positive thought to yourself.
Lost is the day in which your laziness prevented you to be constructive.
Lost is the day in which you allowed the setbacks and failures of the world to get the best of you.
Lost is the day in which you allowed your jealousy to conquer your compassion.
Lost is the day in which you undertook any act with a devious intention.
Lost is the day in which your mind prevailed your heart.
Lost is the day in which you allowed material gain to determine your decisions.
Lost is the day in which you sought out a prey among the vulnerable.
Lost is the day in which you discarded empathy.
Lost is the day in which you preferred ignorance, through discrimination of any kind, to embracement of equality.
Lost is the day in which you got lost in backbiting and any other kind of meanness directed toward another.
Lost is the day in which you failed to recognize the lesson in even the most dreadful experience.
Lost is the day in which you ignored the voice of your intuition.
Lost is the day in which you did not prioritize the ones you love over material gain.
Lost is the day in which you lowered yourself to hypocrisy.
Lost is the day in which you deliberately brought pain upon another living creature.
Lost is the day in which you allowed hope to get lost.
Lost is the day in which you forgot where you came from.
Lost is the day in which you forget where you're going.
Lost is the day in which you allowed an estrangement between your mind, your body, and your soul.
Lost is the day in which you were not creative.
Lost is the day in which you lost the connection with the source within...
poem by Joan Marques
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Falling Snow
my life, is breaking down, i see your eyes, falling time, wait for the end, wait for the end, and never ever go away. oh a million, 2 million secrets lost now, what i said? never waste?, once more snowing, snowing, the lights. oh, i always trusted you, trust in you. it's there , a breaking mind, a soul all lost in hell, but they can make it up, and try to understand, what difference does it make, to know i'm full of hate. fear, religion, fear, religion, fear religion, fear fear religion. looking hands on your eyes, fear, there's plague outside, no one cares, no one cares, so close your eyes....
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I went through a lot of phases and studied many religions. I am not into religion, I am spiritual.
Even at school I studied ethics instead of religion.
quote by Ville Valo
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Have you Really ever understood yourself?
Life is a journey of lessons
But we get lost in recess
on the way
Homework forgotten and neglected
far too much time
spent in play
We became followers and shirkers
Too lazy to put effort in
Where we could have made ourselves
brilliant
We just struggled with no depth within
Religion was made for the lazy
the ones who lost touch long ago
The Bible a book packed with lessons
that most of the world didn't know
A misunderstood work used in error
Wars caused through Man's ignorance
of the word
Left a world struggling in terror
long buried truth never heard
Religion was born out of fears
a lost time with nothing to hold
superstition was ripe and compelling
It caused man to become violent and bold
The truth is that man is but spirit
here on this earth as his school
a place where trial an error
have made religion the work of a fool
Spirit was given a place here
to have faith in a God it can trust
Believing in him is the answer
accepting this fact is a must
We need to get rid of religions
Cults that man now seeks for power
get back to the truth in our system
for this is the time and the hour
We have a mind so amazing
we can be anything that we think
without superstition and religion
our spirit fills with wisdom to the brink
Nothing holds back a true spirit
No religion or cult formed by man
Control by those people not Gods will
Certainly was not part of God's plan
Within us we hold all the power
That was given to us for our own
We just have to think it to receive it
The power of this not well known
Man may never learn his lessons
and have to return over again
but during the time of his schooling
he will have to start using his brain.
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Frammento
A fragment is something incomplete
Something broken-off, severed,
Detached, segregated,
A fragment of a conversation,
Extant fragments of an ancient
Document written on stone,
A fragment of my poetry,
How
do
i
say
it?
………………………………….
Some fragments of myself
Missing some fragments of
Myself hidden, and you will
Not find them, too many fragments
like lice in a native woman's
hair spreading on her head
I place them where
You cannot find them because
You presume too much
To know me to love me,
Along this line, so many parts
are detached, perhaps my navel
my mole, my thumb
my right ear, my left eye
So many parts severed, perhaps
My head from my heart
my mind from my soul
my past from my future
Some extant fragments of
My past self, written on some
Stones still unturned, yes
I have pretended so much
And you cannot detect
Which is true from false
i have become so many parts
of myself, now in the last hours
fragmented
wanting to be whole again..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How It Happened
It happened on a sunday noon
As worshippers studied the holy
Book,
A bang was heard from the back
The Church was taken completely
aback.
Boom! Worshippers lie in state
Bigots are at it again,
People call them Boko Haramians,
They have such tendencies like
the Talibans;
They tell you they fight for their
Religion.
But they terrorise the children
of God.
Lord, when will You send again
Your Son?
To make them see Religion is love
Without love there would be
no world.
Haramians have killed their love.
Of course they have killed their
Religion.
But we do not fear Haramians
anyway;
God shall be by us everyday.
I have travelled through the
Northan States,
Seeing how men and women
die for their faith.
It is such a shame,
How Religion has become a bane.
But we don't fear Haramians
anyway;
God shall be by us everyday.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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So You Boil Down To Money
how long did it take you
to boil down
all about
you
things and people to money?
was it long enough
to find yourself
sitting on a bench
and then
think
of green bucks
and tell yourself
this is the real world
why did they not
tell me
in school
why was not
it studied
as a curriculum
in the university?
why did we study
religion
or ethics
or philosophy
when
when when everything is said and done
it is
after all the money that matters most of all
the more i have
that more i want to have
all these money
money talks
and so here you are listening,
got some you say, and it will take a lot of sentimentalism
to part
with some bucks, and mind you, just like them
all of them in this world
no one gives money
without something in exchange
you see,
that is the truth that you have discovered
and you are sticking to it
boil all your sentiments
and values and
let things simmer down
money, money
the flower of all evils,
now smell it
and think for a while
what life
will it give you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lucifer Wages Rebellion Wars: Rules A Mud World
a world of historical mysteries
a world of hidden mysteries
a world of political mysteries
a world of conspiracy fact
never in my lifetime
could I ever truthfully say
the land was without war
many wars exist continually
somewhere in various locations
shifting across chess board earth
symbolically in lost Eden
in a state of lost paradise
in a state of bodily perfection
in a measure of favoured land
in a measure of favoured time
chosen land existed without war
before Adam and Eve were expelled
before the land before them was cursed
in their expelled wanderings into cursed world
before this Lucifer had already been expelled
before this Lucifer was within lunar orbit bound
Lucifer waging rebellion wars rules a mud world
raging like a roaring lion seeking souls to bind
death is individual
death is soul specific
death claims communities nations
wages of sin are death?
death claims all sinners?
death claims all earth born souls?
yet symbolically
what will the death
of the globe be?
a revelation of pestilence, hunger, famine?
as under global warming storms our crops erode?
death fire hunger famine signs of Lucifer’s rebellion war?
contrast is the blessing
of innocence fallen curse of greed
as resources are coveted by war
diplomacy by other means?
diplomacy by might is right means?
diplomacy by bully in sand pit playgrounds?
life is a world poem
posing many questions
in language reminding of the psalms?
milk and honey of peace
destruction of civilizations
devoted to conquest
by dominance and war?
the meek marked in lambs’ blood
shall resurrection inherit the earth
beasts marked earn hellfire damnation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It's been mentioned or suggested that Paradise will not be well studied, because it's about this unimportant intellectual topic, which is religion.
quote by Toni Morrison
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Truth
Every day there is a lot of “truth”
Truth according to science
Truth according to law
Every person holds their own truth
Truth according to religion
Truth according to culture
Every time we must decide what should we trust
Truth according to your own heart or
Truth according to some power
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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At Cardozo, study of law is part of a larger culture. You can get a law degree and make a good living, but it is best that you do that having studied the discipline for its own inherent merit, because you love studying.
quote by Norman Lamm
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