Unwanted Greed
Black orbs project the dead sea
The last remnants of the lost prophecy
Mercenaries seeking their claim to fame
Destroying the ashe's of a once good name
Greed is their lust, good intentions slowly rust
With each child born with evil's shame
Darkness engulfs the sky and the saved cry
As the reveled presence claims it prize
Hungry for eternity, tattoed with mortality
Their trust in nature deceiving
Not realizing their thoughts misleading
Anything to gain forever
The greed pushes with all its power
Its domain now belonging to the prowler
The leader places the crown atop his head
His veins swell and tears are shed
Screaming out in agony, he throws it the grown
But its far too late, his nature will lead to the grave
The crowns thorns have pricked his head
The bleeding intensifies his eyes turn red
Someone so bad wanted to be the christ
But when they felt his pain the weak soul quickly died
Generations from now will even seek the power
But the consequenes from the deed will not ponder
We are not put here to play god
As the many will find out
Their souls are lost
poem by Lance Carthen
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The Devil Within
Why do you run away from me?
Do you think you can kill me?
I am the one in lust and greed,
I am the one in every evil deed
I am the one in greed and temptaions,
I am the one who gives into all temptations
I am the one in anger and rage,
I am the one you will find in life's every stage
I am the killer, I am the stealer,
I am the evil dealer
I am the bad to your every good,
I am the one who does no good
I am the one who kills with or without a reason,
I am the one who does all treason
I am the yang to your every yin,
I am the one in all the sins
I am the one in none and many,
I am the one in one and any
I am the dark side, I am the evil,
I am the one in all the evils
You give in to me when you are weak,
I am the one who makes every soul reek
Who am I, you want to know? , I am the one within,
Because I am the devil within
poem by Deepak Hariharan
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God Made A Prophecy Not To Adam But To Eve
God made a prophecy not to Adam and Eve
but to the woman Eve alone Jesus Christ
was born of a virgin woman promised seed
bruising the head of Satan the fallen serpent Genesis 3: 15.
Jesus Christ died to defeat sin the sacrifice himself
to destroy Satan the devil who had power over death
he bruises his head destroys his power his lordship
over mankind defeating the power of Satan for God
'To open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness
to light, and from the power of Satan unto God, that
they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance
among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me' Acts 26: 18.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Power And Fame
Great is your power.
Great is your fame.
But what do people
think of your name?
The power you have
what good has it done?
The fame you have
how did it come?
This you must ask
and answer with truth.
Did it come to you
in your innocent youth?
Or were you enticed
by the power for greed?
Did your love of ego
fulfill your need?
Do you use your power
to do good deeds?
Does the fame you have
fill others' needs?
Too many have fallen
into the trap
and drew for themselves
a fool's roadmap.
For only a fool
can think his fame
will immortalize
his earthly name.
For names are forgotten
by generations, new.
They don't remember
your fame or you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Justified And Saved
With our heart we do believe, and in Christ we are justified,
When in faith we do receive, The One who for all men died.
With the mouth as we confess, from our sins we are saved,
And with our life we attest, in sin we no longer are enslaved.
No longer enslaved in our sin, as God grants us a better life,
A life that is centered in Him, our loving Savior, Jesus Christ.
He who died a death on a tree, to pay sin’s penalty all of us,
So in Christ we can be free, when in Him we place our trust.
Christ who died now is risen, and seated at God’s right hand,
And all power to Him is given; in The One we take our stand.
He grants power to all those, sinful men, who once were lost,
Who do believe that He rose, and believe in Calvary’s Cross.
We are justified by His Grace, then seated in Heaven above,
But left upon this earthly place, to share with all Christ’s love.
Love that saves sinners like me, from a dark and sinful earth,
To live through all of Eternity, through the power of New Birth.
By Christ’s Spirit I am Born Again, to become a Child of God,
To be Christ’s Light to all men, while upon this earth we trod.
So they too, can be justified, although they may be depraved,
For The Lord will be glorified, on that day they too, are saved.
(Copyright ©02/2007)
Betty Marsden
She loves green Mother Nature with all her heart and soul
And in the fight to save Birdsland from the developers she played a leading role
And to the cause of Nature she remains ever true
The noble Betty Marsden her equals only few.
She fought for Mother Nature to save her trees and grass
And for the woman who saved Birdsland from development let us raise the toasting glass
For Mother Nature and her Planet suffer due to human greed
And those who protest against development more of their type we need.
The woman who saved Birdsland from development in her achievement can take pride
And in the Shire of Yarra Ranges she is known far and wide
So many places of great beauty have been needlessly destroyed
And hats off to everybody who stand on Nature's side.
The woman who saved Birdsland from development her name in the Yarra Ranges will live on
For without her a place of beauty would have been forever lost and gone
She led the fight for Birdsland against the men of greed
And she's a friend of Mother Nature's and Nature's case she plead.
poem by Francis Duggan
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To Have Power Over Others
To have power over others is something one does not need
For tis only by good example that one can ever lead
And many with power over others their power they do abuse
And for those who abuse others there cannot be an excuse.
If you wish to be a leader some sort of form of power you crave
And what it takes to be a great leader is to be understanding kind and brave
But leaders with such qualities to say the least seem rare
To some very ordinary people they do favourably compare.
For to have power over others a good person does not desire
And many power hungry people are those we should not admire
Power over others and personal power are different from night and day
We all do need some personal power for to serve survival's way.
To have power over others is something one can do without
And on those who desire such powers one has to cast some doubt
They seem to be control freaks with darkness of the soul
The lives of other people they do need to control.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Eternal Crowns
Christ, King of Kings was born a babe to grow and die in our stead,
He was honored with a scarlet robe a crown of thorns upon his head.
Although Christ was mocked and forced to wear an ugly crown of pain,
The faithful who should have died, they're promised a crown of gain.
Paul says that runners in a race receive a crown that will not last,
But we will receive Eternal Crowns that at Jesus' feet will be cast.
Paul even refers to those he led to Christ as his joy and his crown,
And these are people just like you and me from any city or any town.
But one won't receive a victor's crown unless he obeys all the rules,
This makes some adjust their pace to win, but not the simple fools.
But the man who perseveres under trials by fools who create strife,
And to those who love Him, God above has promised the Crown of life.
Many like Paul, on that day shall receive a Crown of righteousness,
This to all who longed for Jesus' return with a special Seriousness.
And for all the pastors who faithfully pointed all to the coming day,
Friend, they will receive a crown of glory that will never fade away.
And the Tribulation Saints tested with unheard of hate and strife,
Being faithful to the point of death, will receive the crown of life.
Then all will see The Son of Man with a crown of gold upon his head,
With a sickle harvesting souls, leaving behind the spiritually dead.
(Copyright © 06/2003)
Timeless travel
Nature's wonder, it is in you,
With thoughts that travel from you,
Seek to go without a ticket,
By the power of your sheer thought,
Or travel to watch cricket.
Be it an adventure or a brawl,
you name it and see it all.
Zoom to the places you've not seen,
or to the places no one has been.
Meet Shakespear or cleopatra,
or go to Ancient Greece to watch an Opera.
Nature has given you the power,
the power to dream.
It is subtle, a dreamy state,
So dare to dream and do not waste.
It is a state where the future speaks,
a reassurace to all that 'You are not weak'.
So think well with the power of your thought,
to unravel the ancient mysteries we have lost,
with the timeless travel.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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I Die A Little More Each Day
For every just man mocked and killed
For every drop of black contagion spilled
This is my house
This is my evil
For every battle lost and won
The spangled banners flapping in the sun
This is my blood
This is my people
The black drums leaking in their graves
The tin cans rocking on the arctic waves
For every child the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
For every rose that wilts away
I die a little more each day
Just a little more each day
For every field of wasted grain
The rockets standing neath the western plains
This is my greed
This is my glory
For every fist raised to the sky
The crimes of hate our young sons glorify
For every mouth that yearns for bread
The heart of stone proclaiming
God is dead
For every soul that lost its way
I die a little more each day
Just a little more each day
A little more each day
For all the blessings I disown
The cruelities I condone
For every beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my vanity
For every sin under the sun
For all the tears from here to kingdom come
For every beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my vanity
For every sin under the sun
For all the tears from here to kingdom come
For every child the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
For every rose that wilts away
I die a little more each day
Just a little more each day
A little more each day
Each day
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The Power
A wave of power rushes past you on a windy day
waving your hair into disarray and tingling your skin
A formless power makes you comfortable in the biting cold
the same power fills you in agony, pain and suffering
when you go straight to possess the heart of that comfortable power
and it is the same power which falls out of the clouds in little drops
and each of these are a single form of power
for the power is in the air
and the power is in the fire and the power is in the water.
A beam of power ricochets into your eyes from something
and you are illuminated with the beauty of the complete world
you see the ugly, you see the amazing, you see the violent,
and you see every solid and pattern
you see darkness behind an object in the form of it
lying in the ground or right beside your arm
and even in the darkness, there are objects and things
which has a power that enables you a touch of it.
All for the reason that the power is in the objects,
and the power is in the light and even the darkness and shadows.
A form of the same power enables you,
to know the presence of your woman near you
the same form of power gives you, the knowledge
of the proximity of your best food.
For the power is in the scent and smell
and the power is even in your nose that smells.
A vibe of power rings in your ear
and you know that something is somewhere near
and your tongue that knows the quality of the food
is all the power that's doing you good
the sound is itself the power
and so is the ear and the tongue
the tongue that so eagerly tastes your favorite food
the food which contains the power in itself too.
All this time you and me are here
and all this time everything else is there,
is for the power is everywhere;
the power pumps inside your body all the time
and even when you are dead and bloodless,
the power is still there in your veins and muscles.
The power is the life, the soul
the touch, the light, the darkness, the sound
the sentiments flowing inside you is the power
the strike you make in anger is the power,
and the power is existence, energy, substance, and motion.
The power was in the place where God was born
the God is Himself the power
and like God Himself,
the power is omnipotent, and it is there where existence is there.
poem by Rajiv Prajapati
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Tourniquet
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more.
(so much more)
Im dying,
And Im pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal.
Im dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
Do you remember me ?
Lost for so long.
Will you be on the other side ?
Will you forgive me ?
Im dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
(return to me salvation)
(I want to die!)
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My wounds cry for the grave.
My soul cries, for deliverance.
Will I be denied ?
Christ! tourniquet! my suicide.
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Tourniquet
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more.
(so much more)
Im dying,
And Im pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal.
Im dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
Do you remember me ?
Lost for so long.
Will you be on the other side ?
Will you forgive me ?
Im dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
(return to me salvation)
(I want to die!)
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My god! my tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My wounds cry for the grave.
My soul cries, for deliverance.
Will I be denied ?
Christ! tourniquet! my suicide.
song performed by by Evanescence
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Psalm 129
Will you trust me in the valley deep?
Will you trust me as you lay down to sleep?
Yes I will trust you despite the pain
Yes I will trust you without any gain
Will you trust me in the depths of the sea?
Will you trust me though we may not agree?
Yes I will trust you in the darkest night
Yes I will trust you when I have no sight
Will you trust me when your lost and alone?
Will you trust me when your far from home?
Yes I will trust you when I have lost my way
Yes I will trust you to bring me back one day
Will you trust me that justice is Mine?
Will you trust me to give you new wine?
Yes I will trust you and turn the cheek
Yes I will trust you, your presence I seek
poem by Frank McEleny
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Mans Darkness
A million writings and I'm still going.
Its again going to start snowing.
Turbulent are the skies.
The practice of the dark arts.
Is tearing my soul apart.
If the old man dies. Havoc will I seek.
A mission in which there is no stopping me.
I'm angry and I know my enemies.
They are building an army.
They want me, dead or alive.
In darkness i shall take cover till the next sunrise.
I have nothing left. I gave it up all seeking the true good in life.
Instead i continuously get stabbed with a knife, of malcontent, jealously, rage, A forever covet of some kind.
No I'm not any more religious.
I'm not one of the Christians.
I'm my own man.
Making a stand.
When others don't give a damn.
Whether its righteous or not, it i still got.
A belief beyond what is said.
Seeking the power to give the dead true peace.
A child on his knees saying no please.
Genocide lining up with the trees.
We turn away pretend it didn't happen, or justified in some way.
Indifference is our disease. Someone save me please.
Lets change our history.
Pages can be rewritten.
We have the power of forgiveness.
We have the power of deliverance.
Some times its so hard to protect those who wont protect themselves.
Trying to be a saint not the angel of darkness.
You can only lead the sheep if they will follow.
Trying to show your heart isn't so hollow.
But still I choke as I take in the poison meant for you.
You are creating this madness.
You are creating our sadness.
A bad habit is destroying me from the inside.
Call it no pride.
A little would do you some good.
Standards, and descression is a strange question to be asking.
But the wisdom of it might help you make it somewhere, instead of a constant despair and a need for a repair.
A daily fix.
The antidote and the creation of your sickness at the same time.
You probably think I've lost my mined.
But I tell you know I'm fine.
My emotions I'm controlling.
If i lose it, its only to get my second my wind.
Until I'm dead and far passed on.
It will not end.
I am Aries and I'm fighting for what I believe in.
No matter the mistake, or heart ache.
It's the path i shall take.
I will not mentally break.
I ll show you a heart on fire.
A heart full of my desire
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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We Have Been Sent
We are sent from the cross, to preach salvation to the lost,
Sent by Christ to proclaim, Truth in the power of His Name,
Powered by God’s Holy Spirit, to everyone who will hear it,
To be witnesses for our Lord, speaking truth in one accord.
We are all believers in Him, who died on a cross for our sin,
For as He died we gain life, through the Savior Jesus Christ.
Saved by the Savior’s blood, from Calvary’s refining flood,
A flood reaching every nation, with God’s Eternal Salvation.
News, we can be Born Again, must be preached to all men,
Christ’s Truth, about New Birth, must be told to all the earth.
News of the Gospel friend, must be preached until the end,
The end of this Age of Grace, until He reaches every place.
This is a gift from our Creator, provided by a loving Savior,
Leaving His Glorious Throne, to claim a people of His own.
He is preparing a home for us, who in Him, place their trust,
Giving all who faithfully serve, a place they do not deserve.
Until then we must faithfully, witness for the Lord of eternity,
As the witness of our life, shows we belong to Jesus Christ.
This to draw more men to Him, As Christ died for all our sin,
So, they can believe and be, together with Christ in Eternity.
(Copyright ©11/2007)
If You Seek God
If you seek God with all your heart, He will guide you from the start,
If you will only follow God’s lead, you shall find Him, it’s guaranteed.
He will lead you with His Spirit, so heed His Word when you hear it.
You will hear God from the start, if you seek Him with all your heart.
God wants you to find Him friend, and lead you on to a glorious end.
God desires to reason with you, and in a way which you never knew.
Though your sin is darkened red, and you indeed are spiritually dead,
The Lord will give to you new life, through the Power of Jesus Christ.
If you open up your heart to Him, He then forgives you of all your sin,
And once you let Him in your heart, God my friend shall never depart.
God will then walk with you every day, showing you life’s narrow way,
He begins cleansing you of daily sin, as you trust and grow with Him.
Friend not only can God be found, He will place you on stable ground,
You’ll be excluded from His wrath, as He sets you on a righteous path.
Though all of sin He does despise, through God’s power you will rise,
High above all your sin’s disgrace, as God guides you with His Grace.
When all on earth is said and done, you’ll live forever with God’s Son,
Who died for all upon Mount Calvary, so all men could live for eternity.
Just seek and you will find The Lord, not just for now, but forevermore,
And you shall find a home in Paradise, and all because of Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2006)
Greed is Good
“Greed is good! ” they say
Some say “Greed is great! ”
Will they say that when the masses
Are bashing down their gate?
Will they still pray to their god ‘Greed’
When they find that it’s too late?
All the starving children
They don’t think greed is good
They would rather have each day
A sufficiency of food
All the freezing homeless
How great is greed to those?
A bit of tin to shelter in
Would please them (I suppose)
What good is greed to anyone
When it is served with hate?
I’d rather have a shred of humanity
Sitting on my plate
poem by Neil Milliner
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Evil I and The Devil
There're evil thoughts in my mind
For peace of mind I cannot find
There is envy in the depths of my soul
For I cannot in my heart seal this hole
Every day I pray to God to save my life
To bless me therein and all my strife
Life itself is but an awful dream
that breaks your heart and makes you scream
I wish to get out of this dungeon
But before that I need a surgeon
To cleanse my mind and cleanse my heart
From all the evil thoughts and all this dirt
For my problem lies in the way I think
When I am alone my eyes do not blink
For the devil lures me to do an evil deed
He empties my belly and fills it with greed
O Lord! Lord! Lord! I have made up my mind
That when he's near I will pretend to be blind
I will deceive him just as he deceives me
With his awful advice, he will think I cannot see
For what does the devil avail me and my lust
If not to increase my greed and make me lost.
poem by Ahmad Savage
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Nature's Beauty Being Destroyed
They know little of life and even less of Nature though they have what matters most
And that is heaps of money something worthy of a boast
For money speaks every language as some are known to say
That's how it is and will remain in the World of today.
Mature trees to them are just trees for development for to be cut down
For to build another industrial estate in the outskirts of the town
In their greed for money if wildlife they dispossess they do not even care
Of how Nature works and of Nature's ways people like them unaware.
Nature's beauty being destroyed by those with greed for money and power and that does seem sad to say
And those with heaps of money it does seem never fail to have their way
If they loved Nature more than self gain and power a better World it would surely be
To them another creature is expendable and a tree is just a tree.
Climate change is rampant in the World from north to southern shore
And Nature who has many friends of enemies seem to have more
Our price it may be too high to pay for the stupidity of human greed
In this time of global warming and climate change this is something we do not need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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ME (two) (popular poetry)
Me (I wanted to write this one as simple and popular poetry, however, suggestions are welcome)
People wonder from where I get so much strength
Though I am not born in a wonderful land
But when they start to search
They find
My
Power lies
In the renunciation of fear and greed
And the most wonderful thing
Is my heart and soul
Whatever the landscape is
It is my life
And I am the king
I often wonder from where I get so much joy
Though I do not play with golden toy
When I start to look out
I find
The source
Of My happiness lies in the flowers
Grown in my field
The purest gold of all are my thoughts
Whatever the plot is
It is me
And I am the king
All men and women find me dashing
Though I never go for the acts of blitz
But when they start to search
They find
I am not a slave
Of lust and lecherous deed
The most daring part is that I am bold
I break but I never bow down
My heart is full of love for all
I am totally free from any inhibition
It is me, my life
And I am the king.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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