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"resolve" poems
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft, Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft, I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting, Lying Exhausted There In That Craft. I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name, "Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond, She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed, I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her. The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting, I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?" The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married," I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl." True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared, I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day, I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl, I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore. Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm, Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind, No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake, I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping. As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed, I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk, I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down, She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me." She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night, In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone, Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep, Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
Angel?
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft, Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft, I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting, Lying Exhausted There In That Craft. I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name, "Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond, She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed, I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her. The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting, I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?" The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married," I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl." True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared, I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day, I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl, I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore. Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm, Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind, No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake, I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping. As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed, I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk, I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down, She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me." She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night, In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone, Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep, Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
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I remember the history well: The soldiers and politicians emerged With briefcases and guns And celebrations on city nights. They scoured the mess Reviewed our history Saw the executions at dawn Then signed with secret policemen And decided something Had to be done. They scoured the mess Resurrected old blue-prints Of vicious times Tracked the shapes of sinking cities And learned at last That nothing can be avoided And so avoided everything. I remember the history well. 2 We emerged from our ******* mounds Discovered a view of the sky As the air danced in heat. Through the view of the city In flames, we rewound times Of executions at beaches. Salt streamed down our brows. Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections Monolithic accidents on hungry roads The infinite web of ethnic politics Power-dreams of fevered winds. The nation was a map stitched From the grabbing of future flesh And became a rush through Historical slime 3 We emerged on edge Of time future With bright fumes From burning towers. The fumes lit political rallies. We started a war Ended it And dreamed about our chance. Fat fish eat little fish Big ones arrange executions And armed robberies. Our ******* shapes us all. I remember the history well. The tiger’s snarl is bought In currencies of silence. Eggs grow large: A monstrous face is hatched. On the edge of time future I am a boy With running sores Of remember history Watching the stitches widen Waiting for the volcano’s laughter In the fevered winds Hearing the gnash Of those who will join us At the mighty gateways With new blue-prints With dew as seal And fire as constant And a trail through time past To us Who remember the history well. We weave words on red And sing on the edge of blue. And with our nerves primed We shall spin silk from ******* And frame time with our resolve. ________ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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On Edge of Time Future
I remember the history well: The soldiers and politicians emerged With briefcases and guns And celebrations on city nights. They scoured the mess Reviewed our history Saw the executions at dawn Then signed with secret policemen And decided something Had to be done. They scoured the mess Resurrected old blue-prints Of vicious times Tracked the shapes of sinking cities And learned at last That nothing can be avoided And so avoided everything. I remember the history well. 2 We emerged from our ******* mounds Discovered a view of the sky As the air danced in heat. Through the view of the city In flames, we rewound times Of executions at beaches. Salt streamed down our brows. Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections Monolithic accidents on hungry roads The infinite web of ethnic politics Power-dreams of fevered winds. The nation was a map stitched From the grabbing of future flesh And became a rush through Historical slime 3 We emerged on edge Of time future With bright fumes From burning towers. The fumes lit political rallies. We started a war Ended it And dreamed about our chance. Fat fish eat little fish Big ones arrange executions And armed robberies. Our ******* shapes us all. I remember the history well. The tiger’s snarl is bought In currencies of silence. Eggs grow large: A monstrous face is hatched. On the edge of time future I am a boy With running sores Of remember history Watching the stitches widen Waiting for the volcano’s laughter In the fevered winds Hearing the gnash Of those who will join us At the mighty gateways With new blue-prints With dew as seal And fire as constant And a trail through time past To us Who remember the history well. We weave words on red And sing on the edge of blue. And with our nerves primed We shall spin silk from ******* And frame time with our resolve. ________ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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Your suffering is always greater than mine, you claim your fears are bigger. Whine your feelings are better than mine, insist my feelings are simpler. Try to laugh my feats away like a joke, but my will is more forward than yours. Now don’t expect any warmth from me, my spirit won’t be ignored. You think you can quiet my defiance? But I'm used to standing alone. Your ego trips never get old they only harden my resolve. So you timidly try and silence me, then make excuses to escape. ‘Cause your wits won't handle me long, I’m the one you can’t sedate.
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Sedate
You are the sky While I'm of dirt and earth Sharing the universe in separate realms Conflicting factions, diverse births I would forever look up Rest my gaze on the tide of the air And dream for our eyes to meet Temporary eternity that we would share I've cried many a teardrop But you can never know Because to you they never could reach For into my core they'd only flow But when you stare down sullenly Your tears would fall, soaking my plane I'd drink the drops voraciously Those gifts of love from heaven's rain Your tears would nurture the seeds I've planted They'd take root and flourish in the sun Resolve in my soil held firmly in place Thinking our journey forth would've then begun Roots would give birth to stem Which in turn, would branch out into leaves Plantling will eventually grow up high To give back the love, it constantly receives Such misfortune little sprout You can only grow so tall You can never reach that far You and I can only kiss the drops that fall So... My beautiful sky of azure I am but dust on fate's heavy feet We can only look to the faraway horizon Only there could heaven and earth truly meet
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Heaven & Earth
Stop trying to make me fit In your stupid little box of Labels and Definitions Truth buried far beyond reach Only your lies always Stuffed down my throat. If other people can come out Why cant i? Your reasons get flimsier My resolve only strengthens Your toxic opinions Make me want to leave you behind And escape. I will take my freedom myself. I don't bleed for you anymore.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
BLEEDING OUT
A sigh in the dark. Past my jaded lips it rises like a ghost, and I the host of thoughts enamoured but unwanted, unresolved. Night takes my sight and unleashes vision I watch (not my decision) the memories bloom to life. Ethereal and hazy, those lazy summer days Of hasty plans, promises, platitudes made; childish to dream it could have stayed the same. Polite and awkward we shuffle in the light of day, you think before you act and mind what you say and if lucky enough you might get away without blurting a thought from your head gone astray. Why do eyes so bright bring such dark thoughts? Why do we fear to take what we want? A sigh in the dark. Across chilled skin it spreads like fire, this unspoken desire between whispering sheets. Fingers grasp and twine, I feel hers, she feels mine, as we search in the dark together. This night air we’ll share; it's vice, and with vigour, seeking the trigger to release. To resolve.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
Seeking
Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE!
Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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Eat me before I eat you Staring with **** eyes I'll be yer mantis (Who's the ***** Swallow me whole Devour me alive Loving it more Than all the whips of Caesar Regurgitated hate like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein Or pigs feeding on blood and bones At the trough Boring my way out thru Yer ****** ulcer guts You shouldn't drink like a fish If you aren't at sea Weakening your resolve With surly drunk parasitic me This is how we show Our extensive toxic love sensibility
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
**** eyes
Screams in the pitch black Turn to butterflies, moths Lilac wings beating wisps of air Like wisps of ghosts Invisible people, touching, reaching Grabbing, pulling, gnawing, curling around Each part of the body at all times The feeling creeps into the mind Each and every day Tossing on the blankets in bed Latching, anchoring to them Hands hold so tightly that the Knuckles are white and Ache with a deepness, Like the deepness of An endless black hole And falling, nothingness surrounding Every part of the body Every part of the mind Violently flailing, scratching Clawing, dragging, raking, None of them win the battle. It grips us in the times That our resolve falters In our own darkness Our own corner somewhere between the synapses firing terror Our own abyss
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Fear
In the pursuit of happiness I walked the roads, I stopped at milestones, leaned on posts. I saw a flock of birds in flight, Rings of gold.. an orb so bright. I looked around at mountain walls, The raging sea, white frothy falls. I looked up at the sky serene, The valley lush a summer green. Banyan trees with leaves bedecked, Gulmohars lined with blossoms red. Faces walked engrossed in streets, A touch, a nod when eyes would meet.. Saw hunger, anguish, weary eyes, Sorrow, terror, shock, surprise, I saw the tears of loss and grief, Faith, resilience, resolve, belief. I heard the laughter of a child, I saw the magic of a smile. A hug, a kiss, a warm caress, A helping hand that love expressed I felt the cord of love that binds, Hearts across the world and time. I found happiness in little things, In nature that surprises springs.. His art, the colors that I saw, That left me breathless, full of awe, Happiness in that special touch, In smiles, laughter, that gentle brush. In kind words that wonders do, In love that breathes life anew. In all things that I could see, I knew happiness begins with me, Within me what I see or do, The trail of thoughts I send to you. And happiness is what I found, When happiness was spread around.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
The Pursuit of Happiness
Who can guess the Masquerade of this Time Such Event is a Turtle; Withdrawn to a Box None is ever wasted; None is left behind None is allowed to lick and tether a Fox It is the Creature; Banned for a Reason The Furry Red was no benefit to avail You cannot bargain; Not even for a Season Better if the Document is stamped by a Snail At least it was Honest; And hardly Fraud Shall my Letter then be sent with such Mail Else cheat your Lover whilst he is Abroad? Or perhaps better resolve this Bitter Alimony. Neither you or I in this Picnic we enjoy The Duckling Issue whose Exit we deploy.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
UNCERTAINTY
If you overesteem great men, people become powerless. If you overvalue possessions, people begin to steal. The Master leads by emptying people's minds and filling their cores, by weakening their ambition and toughening their resolve. He helps people lose everything they know, everything they desire, and creates confusion in those who think that they know. Practice not-doing, and everything will fall into place. _______ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao te ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 9:50 AM UTC
The Tao-3. If you overesteem great men, people become powerless.
If it weren't for the consistent badgering of radical america your roots your nourishment would enrich the very soil our ancestors turned, but pests and pesticides alike have yet to be relinquished, "autumn" has consumed us as smiles fall-- the hazmat suits leave us bare to the weathered reality, except you, umbrellas and storm sheltered words nurture loved ones -- you are worth the wait, with conflict resolve you take off your helmet and gear we are not prepared for such violence -- shielded eyes from falsified truths you bloom and blush, you are beautiful, a perfect storm your wrath the 5th element -- uncontrollable you are free as "winter" resides on your shoulder, she is awakened and unapologetic, a God among us, frightfully we are safe we have waited for your wine to runneth and pop goes the cork, as the war begins your throne you sit with confidence.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
(daughter of Egyptian Goddess Sekhmet) the un-Suppression of the Black Woman pt.2
Be smart be alert Do not hide the truth my friend Defend the truth until the end RW Dennen- Come my brothers and sisters   let us be basked in the sun of glory Be we the tears that fall   surrendered on cheeks that tell their tale Let slavery's master-yoke be broken   and cast away Come my brothers and sisters and so do join in our power's struggle   to lend a better day Come my brothers and sisters   may your shining soul be at rest Come be as neighbors no matter far away   let our colors merge one into one is one;     let racism fade away   and let rest us upon the immovable stone      of brotherhood; so powerful we are And so too awaits our resolve enlightened by our hearts of day Then tear that awful blind of ignorance and sing our song till all merge into one And laud that peace that will increase good tidings to us all Be that light until that sight when colors merge and BROTHERHOOD,   to never go away...
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
Bright light upon my brothers and sisters
*Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times."*                     - Matthew the Apostle I Seventy-seven bottles of gin lie in the guts of sensuous men; seventy-seven I forgive you's dissolve in a fanatical mind's resolve. II What offence occurred under Saint Constantine's priggish eye? Was it specious as a Samian's thigh? Or Sumerians receiving alien diplomats? Maybe somewhere far under Moscow Putin's massing cloning vats... III Whatever discursive and belligerent milieu church authority finds most tried and true seems to be the most important decider in the future of things like the Large Hadron Collider. Perhaps, unfoundedly, they find it funny that Higgs (though it seems much like calling the Liberal Party "Whigs") is a name shared by a man and a theoretical particle (though it be libelous in any journalist's article), and thus label similar advancements as "blasphemous". I guess that this is what it is: believing just because. IV Who can know blasphemy from piousness? Maybe all Luther did was obfuscate a prior mess. V Seventy-seven palm-branch-adorned, donkey-riding kings: an automatic-ring-making-machine beleaguering proselyte rings.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
Palm Sunday Penance
I usually begin these rants with a question. But i find myself lacking in just this instance. For whom can say. Anything more When ash refuses to respond. No message can be relayed. Just more things that i silently promise. As i figuratively toast to a memory that will never do you justice. Is it disrespectful to take words so literal. To the point. That looking down gun barrels and beer bottles. Turned into a ****** routine that pride would boast. Only there was no smile in my smile. Inhaling disappointment. As the years of missed visits and substance abuse. Led me here. At your deathbed. wishing my words could reach beyond. Without worry of a certain spectres blade in my shadow. Then somehow. I made my word. The only thing worth asking about. Because allowing the past to weave around the last routine we shared. Would force everything that i have come to embody.   To null Et fin. But no. Your gift was ever changing. Trading a jack for skills. While masking scars that only those with them would know of. And in the darkest moments did i find a crystal. Clear. Resolve. To struggle onward. Tears wont spell the revisions we seek. and i was taught to always look my best, no matter the destination. Everything that i am. Came from you. It didn't come from a book nor a Professor. I can only hope to pass on your wisdom. Although cryptic at times. Will remain in my heart. So even though I will forever be thinking of a new metaphor. A penny will sit in my pocket. Until the day that I can place it in your palm.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
Waste not
I usually begin these rants with a question. But i find myself lacking in just this instance. For whom can say. Anything more When ash refuses to respond. No message can be relayed. Just more things that i silently promise. As i figuratively toast to a memory that will never do you justice. Is it disrespectful to take words so literal. To the point. That looking down gun barrels and beer bottles. Turned into a ****** routine that pride would boast. Only there was no smile in my smile. Inhaling disappointment. As the years of missed visits and substance abuse. Led me here. At your deathbed. wishing my words could reach beyond. Without worry of a certain spectres blade in my shadow. Then somehow. I made my word. The only thing worth asking about. Because allowing the past to weave around the last routine we shared. Would force everything that i have come to embody.   To null Et fin. But no. Your gift was ever changing. Trading a jack for skills. While masking scars that only those with them would know of. And in the darkest moments did i find a crystal. Clear. Resolve. To struggle onward. Tears wont spell the revisions we seek. and i was taught to always look my best, no matter the destination. Everything that i am. Came from you. It didn't come from a book nor a Professor. I can only hope to pass on your wisdom. Although cryptic at times. Will remain in my heart. So even though I will forever be thinking of a new metaphor. A penny will sit in my pocket. Until the day that I can place it in your palm.
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all of you, watch us! as we, united, stand under the blinding lights of pride and glory. we will reach our rightful victory!
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
flaming resolve
What a curious thought to not be led into temptation... as if I needed help! As if I needed any assistance! Lead me not into temptation it's not needed you see; I know the path well it starts on Google Incognito mode, savvy? Press a few keys and voila - temptation found! My resolve defeated. I wasn't led here I found my own way sadly, temptation bound. Can I be blamed really? Would you blame a starving man for stealing food, offered freely? Can you blame a starving man for giving into such temptation when he's denied the legitimate?
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Lead me not into temptation...
I have shorn the hair of Samson And the tiger's claws unsheathed I have spit into the hurricane And defied as fires breathed The minutest one is fastest And the closest one to me The largest is the strongest The most likely to break free The middle is most cunning Spits and growls at my resolve Yet I face the fearsome challenge As should one the more evolved I have bravely fought the battle To triumphant victory As I fiercely clip the claws Of not just one cat, but all three Cori MacNaughton 20Mar2001
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Victory
It is New Year’s Eve It is hard to believe It has come round so fast. Where did the year go? No one seems to know, How quickly it passed! We got through another one And what is done is done we made memories to last. Things we should not forget But do not waste time on regret It now belongs in the past. There is no better time than this To get together and reminisce embrace the opportunity. Time for a New Years Eve kiss To contact people you truly miss Sing Auld Lang Syne maybe. Get together and celebrate All the things that went great And wonder at what might be. A chance to seriously contemplate To acknowledge and truly appreciate Your good friends and family. Through all your trouble and strife Find the good things in your life And concentrate on those. Learn from any mistakes Resolve to do what it takes To make friends of foes. Do not be afraid to forgive Be much more positive Life’s too short, God knows. Whether woman or man strive to be the best you can as the year comes to a close. For those you lost, shed a tear cherish those whom you hold dear love them with all your might. For your sins seek absolution Make a New Years resolution A great chance to make things right. Decide what you want from next year Face the future without fear A brand New Year is in sight. Look forward don’t look back make sure you have Mighty Craic On this New Years Eve night!
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
What? Another Year?!?
In that land somewhere of our dreams all is to be found right therein it seems where there isn’t a struggle for survival as the brotherhood of man is in revival. We help each other and have no real fear our hope is occassioned with good cheer. Whatever we think, do or therefore say is imbued with love and lights the way. We have all arrived at that promised land and must work together as a united band; giving and sharing of the good we all can while upholding this brotherhood of man. Non-violence is one of the rules we live by the essence of love we maintain and glorify. We all live as one in both our heart and mind and express those feelings of a universal kind. There are no problems that we can’t resolve as all our life around love does here revolve. In living by the truth we are becoming free and in this condition enjoy the grace to see All that exists in the world can be seen anew which is an affirmation of scripture and true. Our life now is filled with bliss as it once began in this state of knowing the brotherhood of man. We do not therefore seek to get the better of each other but accomplish all that we need to helping one another. Being free from any unnatural cares our lives are whole and all that ever happens a joyful experience of the soul. Awake to intuition we have to realise our ultimate potential and so everything bears the stamp of some divine credential. In being as we are then our years extend for a long span as we all live in accordance with the brotherhood of man.
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
The Brotherhood Of Man
In that land somewhere of our dreams all is to be found right therein it seems where there isn’t a struggle for survival as the brotherhood of man is in revival. We help each other and have no real fear our hope is occassioned with good cheer. Whatever we think, do or therefore say is imbued with love and lights the way. We have all arrived at that promised land and must work together as a united band; giving and sharing of the good we all can while upholding this brotherhood of man. Non-violence is one of the rules we live by the essence of love we maintain and glorify. We all live as one in both our heart and mind and express those feelings of a universal kind. There are no problems that we can’t resolve as all our life around love does here revolve. In living by the truth we are becoming free and in this condition enjoy the grace to see All that exists in the world can be seen anew which is an affirmation of scripture and true. Our life now is filled with bliss as it once began in this state of knowing the brotherhood of man. We do not therefore seek to get the better of each other but accomplish all that we need to helping one another. Being free from any unnatural cares our lives are whole and all that ever happens a joyful experience of the soul. Awake to intuition we have to realise our ultimate potential and so everything bears the stamp of some divine credential. In being as we are then our years extend for a long span as we all live in accordance with the brotherhood of man.
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Your soft skin is tearing, Your voice is cracking, trying to sing. Your hands are shaking, cold chillings runs down your spine. No escape, No place to hide. Inside, you're dying, fighting for the smallest sliver of hope. You died in that cocoon, you never became a butterfly. Knifes are ordinairy now, you know them all too well. As they cut and damage your resolve, you suddenly know it and it occurs to you... Death is coming for you, it talks, whispers even: ''Go back to sleep my child, you've sufferd enough...''
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Suffering
What can I tell you About how I feel? I can express that I'm aware of each one of my emotions.. And that I know I need to heal. I can tell you exactly where they came from And what exactly caused them. I can describe the unbearable pain they've given And that I'm working to resolve them I can explain in the most specific and descriptive ways How hard it is to face these emotions, Each and every day. I can weave my words on how I feel, In ways no one else can say Just to make you comprehend the stress That my mind and body pays I’m a thousand miles from my own words But the first to understand It's like I'm fixing you a puzzle, But the pieces are too far from my reaching hand. It's like I'm writing you a story, But run out of ink to write the end. It's like I'm without a paintbrush While I paint an image in your head So although I'm self-aware Of every emotion that I've expressed.. I'd rather be completely clueless, And unaware instead. Even though I can explain my emotions Down to the finite and specifics, Even though I can admit that I know That I've become undone and feel unfinished.. this entire time I know you’ve tried But there's a point that you've been missing. I want so badly to feel completed But the tools required ...are non-existent.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Lost in Translation