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You Are The Beautiful One

Walk straight into the blissful arms
Of a new day,
Create an invigorating mindset
And devote your dreams
To an exquisite fate.

Be conscientious in following paths
Of illumination and self-realization:
Every moment is the death
Of a disappointing past
With the reassuring promise of rebirth.

Discover the immensity of your self-worth:
Unseen gods and goddesses
Are awaiting your arrival;
Deities in secret galaxies
Offer incense for your survival
And compose verses for your soul’s protection.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Truth Unwanted

I have reached a crossroads
The one path; pursuit of heart
The second path; awaiting the will of fate
The past has proven itself to be at fault
The future yet to be proven
My fate still to be decided
And so the decision over you will be told
Fate itself is written and true in the end
To get there is one's own deciding
Faulty marks thus far had me thinking
To walk a more basic path
Yet now, over you, my heart is choosing it's own path
Fate or not

To be chosen; journeying alone, awaiting fate and hoping
the heavens share a name with thee,
or; ask your hand in mine and walk the thin line between
fate and destiny; to see if my heart only cheats my soul

poem by Sean Quinlan
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Your Walk Has Made You a God

A slow and masterly walk has much prison,
And curtains must be draped around you
If you are so sensible and proud of this waking life.
I agree with this way of life, as it grows into a frenzy of achievement.
The higher achievers become like living deities,
As food for the upper gods, the ones with highest nature.

Your walk is sudden in the eyes of the gods and goddesses,
As you appear in front of them in another continent,
Far away it is and lonely you are in the desert.
The God of Fire is angry, for it is called the Sun-God -
A miserable god of frenzy and ferocity, I can not take it!
It has burnt your skin, and sent dragons to destroy yourself.
Poor soul.

Forget the sun's heat and look to the god of understanding,
A man as well who looks at the science of walking and measures
Your soul as one to be like a god.
You have achieved immortality, at best.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Light of Hinduism

hinduism, you either walk
straight to the devil
or the Great Divine
you pass through a plethora of
gods and goddesses
before you sample the gem of its
teachings

between the verses
a net to sieve the devils
and demons
from the enlightened ones
who look beyond rituals
and care to prod, ask,
ask the divine of the divine
seek the light of light

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Promise The Earth

(b, r & m gibb)
Its not worth one night on earth
Baby I know, baby I know
I wont know whose lips youre kissing
Baby I know
You dont know what you have done
Baby I know, baby dont go
You dont know what you are missing
Baby and so
Theres not a sacrifice too strong
Ive been alone for far too long
Id be a fool to fail, I follow you
You must believe
Promise the earth
Give her the ocean
A kiss on the wind, goes straight to the heart
Promise the earth
With tears of emotion
If fate is a force that tears you apart
Please believe me, I would sell my soul for you
Its not too late
And we can turn back the time
Baby I know
I lay down with you in dreams
Baby I know, baby dont go
I was driven by this vision
Baby and so
If I could testify to you
Then I could prove my aim is true
If I am guilty or Im innocent
You must believe
Promise the earth
Give her the ocean
A kiss on the wind, goes straight to the heart (baby believe)
Promise the earth
With tears of emotion
If fate is a force that tears you apart
You know Im only human, so what am I supposed to say
course Im gonna miss you, and curse the day you went away
What I would surrender, if I could make you turn around
The world weve got together, forever is on solid ground
Oooh, baby dont go
Baby dont go
Baby dont go
Baby
Youre part of every dream
Before the dawn
You must believe
Promise the earth
Give her the ocean
A kiss on the wind, goes straight to the heart (make her believe)
Promise the earth
With tears of emotion
If fate is a force that tears you apart
Baby believe
Promise the earth
Give her the ocean
A kiss on the wind, goes straight to the heart
Promise the earth
With tears of emotion
If fate is a force that tears you apart
Baby believe
Promise the earth
Promise the earth
Promise the earth
Promise the earth
You better believe

song performed by by Bee Gees
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A Multitude Of Shades Unseen

Adorned in elder forest green, a multitude of shades unseen
The child respondent in his quest rests below the suns rays beaming,
Spotlighting the show, feeding ardent glorification of
Fairy tale moralities, his father the King of tones awaits the crumble
Of celestial thrones, awaiting an ethereal crowning, a procession to take him home.

Conversing forms of yesterdays world curl beside the fireplace as spirits heckle each other onwards, upwards to finish the race first and never last.

To look to the future, never to languish in the past, this is what we’re told, yet how are we to look when we’re bent double, broken, and old.

A life time of doing as we’re told, where has it gotten us. Where will it lead if not to feeding the consolations of our heart ache bleeding?

Wounded, grounded, floundering around awaiting the sound, the ring of the trumpet call. Awaiting angels to burst from heaven, from a cloud of shimmering stardust, thrusting forth in the glory of motion an ocean of perception, revealing doorways, revelling in the current, flowing ever onwards into the depths.

Turning in the cycle, slumbering rhythms choose their moment as they pass in rainbow paths our way, blessing the new day by the death of the last in promise that this day will die, In promise that no day is set to have the last laugh in the sky.

As always in the moment, the seconds through the hours are ours to laugh away in blanket contentment, don’t resent the safety presented forth to your form,

Who could resist the fire when all they wish is to be warm?

poem by David Lacey
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Seven Brothers

Were we made week by time and fate?
Controversy, we did create
Just a tune, for you to sing
This black sheep brothers message
I now must bring

The courage to change
Your mind, body and soul
Remember, my Christmas gift
Many years ago
A penny, muddy boot
And a bucket of coal

Keep your paths straight
As I try, with no regret
Still keeping the cockiness
You'll never forget

Here's a promise
For you seven, to inhale
I'll love you forever
Your brother
With the cleaning pail

poem by Matt Mondschein
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A Million Angels

Christmas is coming,
Tinsel and laughter,
You know, honey,
What I’m after,
The starlight that settles
Like magical prayers
In your eyes
And upon your hair.

Are you really prepared
To never see me
Or believe me
That I’m in love
With your superlative soul
Fated to save my dreams
From centuries of deprival,
Ever returning back and forth
Throughout the earth
Awaiting your arrival
To merely touch your hand?

Every word I speak to you
Is wild and strange,
But in your quiet place,
You trust me.
A million angels
In far-flung galaxies
Are telling you the same,
This is the lifetime
That we’re destined
To find each other.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Hello Have Mercy - Farewell Have Mercy

Hello have mercy
farewell have mercy
hello memory farewell
hello misery farewell

hello Life, as upon arrival we greet.
farewell Death, as from each other
we depart, never to meet.

the unseen candle's endless flame:
Beginning's perpetual passing;
Creation's ever burning start;
Becoming's self fulfilling prophetic pull;
Birthed into Death's black hole prison bardo.

Phantasmagoria of Madness's
endless panoramic blitz:
the never ceasing hurdles,
tackling Mind manifestations.

Awaiting the stoic senator's
sentinels of judgment and suspicion:
the clouded iron gates of persecution and bliss:
the potent allure of the storybook's ivory pearl ending:
the fable's inevitable stoning.

Reading Life by starlight;
Self intrinsic Truth inscribed:
Sky's vast volume of translations:
Self transcending syntax of the stars;
life saving death erasing
realization.

Opening up to the light's endless arms,
weaving space time fabric though the fibers of the flesh.
A solar bright soul, soulful burning star.

hello memory farewell
hello happiness farewell
farewell self have mercy
hello self have mercy

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Kisses And Cuddles!

Kisses and cuddles, yes, that's what you're worth!
And these you've received from the day of your birth!
Paradise started when life was received,
Preceding the moment that you ever breathed!
No man is an island, exempt from your charms!
Or the touch of your hand or embraced in your arms,
Or caressed with the fingers of fate at its best...
Awaiting the honour of one truly blessed.
Two lips left to reckon, and lowered eyes, too...
My heart seeks to beckon the nearness of you...
For what is the whole world itself worth to me
If true love is distant and never to be?
Yet hope springs eternal, it ever was so...
You are the sweetheart my heart yearns to know...

Take away riches, the clothes off my back,
And yet if you loved me, then nothing I'd lack.
Your love is most precious, most gracious of all...
Your kisses are luscious and sensuous to recall...
Forgive me for falling in love with your face,
Your body, your beauty, your skin soft as lace,
Your ideals as noble as God would decree,
Your patience and kindness and integrity.
And if dreams are the only highway to love
Then there I will love you as pure as a dove.
Like an angel who's known you and cherished your soul,
Who wishes your blessing and to at last see you're whole,
Who prays for the future when struggles are done
And Man's inner natures combine into one...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Well wishers

Tell me O, friends, lovers or well wishers
Where should I sing heartily and finish?
All those verses and hymns produced in mind
Not that much worth to create appeal for blind

I wish to sing among poor and destitute
People will mind if I am found among prostitutes
I will be called fame hungry if make base in institute
Can you suggest me a place where it can really suit?

Songs and short poems are not worth to be called
Many a times my move has been stalled
I fear about back lash and strong criticism
Even though it has something to speak about humanism

I paint poor man’s plight and hunger
People frown at me with anger
“I am inciting their feelings” they say and oppose
I sit back and think for proper words to choose

I go back and ponder over misery and poverty
That has been decided by heavenly fate and almighty
I have no means to alleviate and mitigate
My words can appeal to all and certainly state

Come to my rescue and help me a little
Offer me hollow words if not fruit like an apple
I shall accept it without any reservation
This will boost my thought process and strengthen the relation

I have no other source to ask for feed back
As such there is no hard feeling or something at stake
I want to offer my views for general consumption
If that can open new thinking for resumption

We have remained mentally different
Ideas, attitude too differ with temperament
Men turn blood hungry with little news of blasphemy
Humanity cries against such move and turns gloomy

How can I create bridge of friendship and trust?
What all steps are needed to strengthen it or must?
I can go to any extent and compose the poem
Some one must feed and apprise me of them

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do Promise Me

If you wanna feel a poem,
I'll compose with rhythm.
But, do promise me
You'll pay respect to poetry.

If you wanna get gratify,
I'll indulge every time.
But, do promise me
You'll never be bossy.

If you wanna take the fame,
I'll share with my brain.
But, do promise me
You'll have worship worthy.

If you wanna own my love,
I'll present with my heart.
But, do promise me
You'll use it sincerely.

If you wanna belong to my life,
I'll offer with all my might.
But, do promise me
You'll be in my chest eternally.

poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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Time For A Change

No, my friend,
You are not my rival!
Now it is your turn
To deal with the shadow
I left behind long ago,
I have already been there....
Even though it sounds no fair,
There is no chance of return,
Since of that tormented past I let go...
I have become a true survival
And my life is taking a new trend
Without any hesitation,
Setting up the foundation,
Of new and clearly path to follow,
Patiently awaiting for
A new love's arrival...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Survival

Ill survive you, I will survive you
Well, its too late, I know, to change the way we go
From this day on I want to stay on
Now that Ive started learning
And the tides started turning
Well, its here I want to stay
Ill let the moon announce my arrival
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Im alive here, I can survive dear
Though the weather might change
From the wind to the rain
Well, my heart remains the same
Ill let the moon announce my arrival
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Looked out on a sea of trouble
And I tried to stall for awhile
Its so hard to answer every question
And its hard to protect your heart anymore
Ill let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive)
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder)
Where do we go from here
Ill let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive)
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder)
Where do we go from here
Ill let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive)
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder)
Where do we go from here ...

song performed by by America
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Pathways Of Life

i walk the
straight path and no
one noticed me,

the straight path
is the most ordinary one
you can have here

at first it was boring
when no one
notices you

so i tried the twisted
path
the one that is crooked
from bottom to
top

the old women scolded
me and the old men said
i am a
big disappointment

the men and women of my
generation
still did not mind

they are busy
taking their own paths
and these are the
paths
which are neither crooked
nor straight

sometimes we look at each
other
and we nod
without saying a word
we feel
that we perfectly understand
each other
all along

there are paths you know
which are neither wrong
nor right

they simply have to
be trodden

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreams On Lay-Away

As soon as we eliminate the wars.
To enable us to restore our economic prosperity...
I will guarantee all of you,
Jobs to afford the realization of your dreams.

'Wasn't it just last week,
That same guy proposed an increase...
Of troops and weapons until we all witnessed,
A bonafide and unquestionable victory? '

~Hey...
That's the same guy who opposes,
What the other guy has been saying all along.~

'Who are we to believe? '

~Well...
Anyone who has previously stated,
That the automobile industry should go bankrupt.
And then promises to create 12 million jobs within 4 years,
If elected to lead with his vision of prosperity...
Is counting on an effective fantasy to feed,
Every mind he can still find attached...
To a recycling of their delusions.~

'And what does he exactly mean by saying...
'Jobs To Afford The Realization Of Your Dreams? ''

~That depends.
Does a 'realization' of dreams,
Put into 'reality' an effectiveness that is realized?
I know folks already with jobs,
Who can not put their dreams on lay-away.
Even if they tried to save.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moment To Moment

Written by gerry beckley and phil galdston, 1998
Found on human nature.
There was a time I knew
All that there was to know
No one could tell me then
I was wrong
I wasnt strong enough
To see where my weakness lay
The world that you hold so tight
Could slip away
And from moment to moment
Your life can change
Theres a storm over the horizon
A sea no one can see
Somewhere around the bend
Right when you least expect
Someone can walk away
With no regret
Leaving an empty space
Breaking a sacred trust
All of your shiny dreams
Begin to rust
Yes from moment to moment your life can change
Theres a storm over the horizon
The sea you cannot see
Yes from moment to moment
Promise me youll never change
Promise me youll stay the same
Promise me youll never change
Yes from moment to moment your life can change
Theres a storm over the horizon
A sea youll never see
Yes from moment to moment your life can change
Theres a light when the sun is rising
A day after today
Promise me youll never change (promise me youll never change)
Promise me youll stay the same (the same)
Promise me youll never change
Every moment is a shining light
Every moment is the darkest night
Every moment gotta get it right
Every single moment
Every moment is a shining light
Every moment is the darkest night
Every moment gotta get it right
Every moment is a shining light
Every moment is the darkest night
Every moment gotta get it right
Every single moment
Every moment is a shining light
Every moment is the darkest night
Every moment gotta get it right
Every single moment
(fade)

song performed by by America
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One Mindset In a Process

You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
I wish to explore and participate,
In this creation.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
No deed I do done is for selfishness.
I have no wishes like this to persist.
I've been given gifts I am comfortable with.
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
And hopefully pieces you bring connect.
For a one mindset...
In a process of thought together,
God possesses.
And 'this' is what has been discovered.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is No Secret

(words & music by stuart hamblin)
The chimes of time ring out the news,
Another day is through.
Someone slipped and fell.
Was that someone you?
You may have longed for added strength,
Your courage to renew.
Do not be disheartened,
For i have news for you.
It is no secret what god can do.
What he's done for others, he'll do for you.
With arms wide open, he'll pardon you.
It is no secret what god can do.
There is no night for in his light
You never walk alone.
Always feel at home,
Wherever you may go.
There is no power can conquer you
While god is on your side.
Take him at his promise,
Don't run away and hide.
It is no secret what god can do.
What he's done for others, he'll do for you.
With arms wide open, he'll pardon you.
It is no secret what god can do.

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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thick incense fume
trails by smiling gods
devotees' faith
stamped in the deities'
soot-covered faces

tanka by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Am Waiting

I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Second Coming
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep through the state of Arizona
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped’ onto church altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth
without taxes and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Great Divide to ‘be crossed
and I am anxiously waiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered
by an obscure general practitioner
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting
to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did
to Tom Sawyer
and I am waiting
for the American Boy
to take off Beauty’s clothes
and get on top of her
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am waiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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