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By joshua munyaradzi mimanasirjosh. Monday, August 1, 2011 4:13:04 PM
vanity, change, understanding, life
As I wait for my change,
From pisces to water that I may flow,
From the tail, to a path I walk alone,
I think, I muse..., Is there perfection in the world beyond?
As I wait for my change
From mortality, that I see no womb,
From these laws, that I see no tomb,
I love, I hate...,Is there life in death?
As I wait for my change,
From hearing the utterings of vanity
From giving obeisance to man of no sight,
I fight, I kill..., Is there life in the blood of animals?
As I wait for my change,
For this world to crumble in rage,
The mount of congregation to sink by a quake,
I kneel, I bow..., Is the Pope our path to sanity?
My mind speaks, but in my silence
My pen is fine to sow this sentence
'Across the lands, as the sun shine
My thoughts are loud to be a sign'
As I wait for my change to come.
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By joshua munyaradzi mimanasirjosh. Wednesday, July 6, 2011 4:58:57 PM
man, wisdom, understanding, tears
...
I am the man rising from the ashes of darkness,
The voice of awakening calling from the sheath of blackness,
The mind, the soul, the idea, the thought caught up in oneness,
The truth, the light, the love, the wisdom of selflessness,
'Darkness is not evil, it is the beauty of nightness'.
I have mused through worlds and worlds of universes,
Flashes of injustice, illusions of reality is the order of this existence,
A hunter's bow, a hunter's arrow is the emblem of this habitation of sorrows,
'In the holding of the creator, is life and perfection',
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.
Toiling the evils of day,
In sweat he taste honey of its sweetness,
Illusioned by religious dogmas,
In tears is his prayer to the gods of his beingness,
Conned by democracy, politics,
In blood is his struggle to survive the life race,
Pressing the flesh for opportunities sake,
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.
By Bjørn Aspholmakisix. Tuesday, April 30, 2013 3:55:19 PM
seeing, hoping, understanding, realising
I ask your pardon, Lord
I'm a miserable wretch
In so many ways your mercy to stretch
With good intentions hardly fulfilled
Only vain excuses of the verbally skilled
And not even my shame is of any avail
Since it only further encumbers the trail
With stumbling blocks of various kinds
And the gall and travail which they bring to mind
So let me now chance
And see for a change
A different walk, a loftier range
That at last I may glance on golden shores
If my hopes be high I will ask even more;
For I know you're not jealous our hopes to fulfill
You're the Lord of Lords and loving us still,
You are waiting for everyone coming to You
And your purpose has always been this: To be True.
By Ntokozo • White Phosphorus• JaftaXquiziTpro. Thursday, January 17, 2013 1:21:57 PM
open perspective, encrypted poem, pain, love
...
The Dingy Well Of Dreams
Sins of the past make it harder to live,
Pain and the fear make harder to give,
What was written; love is an conscious decision,
Bearing what the mind interprets from the images that where given,
The words that where said,
Promises that where made,
Your Guilt hangs heavy on me like ancient chains on a slave,
I offer my perish, I offer my soul
At Elohim's disposal, I chisel the thought,
Life so dead,
Blue sky so red,
Beautiful eyes with soft faces,
Kiss the lips of dried fruit,
Deceiving and minuet,
The good turn to dust,
Evil in this world triumph,
Love slew by lust..
Story of the poem came about my uncovering of how distortful and abominating one's past may be. From teachers sleeping with students, to students offering love for a fee, to even relationships and religion. How those who tried to live right will burn in hell with the same griffins. Or live together despite how we all lived, saying words far off that we should mean. How distorted religion is, and how divided we are from Elohim's dream, and how in believing the good in people, leads to your becoming a pain fiend. How fearless we are, how we create our order,I'm feeling like Luther King as he laid awaiting a coroner,
How unrelating people can be, how man's soul... Became debree.
By Ntokozo • White Phosphorus• JaftaXquiziTpro. Thursday, January 17, 2013 1:21:40 PM
open perspective, encrypted poem, pain, love
...
The Dingy Well Of Dreams
Sins of the past make it harder to live,
Pain and the fear make harder to give,
What was written; love is an conscious decision,
Bearing what the mind interprets from the images that where given,
The words that where said,
Promises that where made,
Your Guilt hangs heavy on me like ancient chains on a slave,
I offer my perish, I offer my soul
At Elohim's disposal, I chisel the thought,
Life so dead,
Blue sky so red,
Beautiful eyes with soft faces,
Kiss the lips of dried fruit,
Deceiving and minuet,
The good turn to dust,
Evil in this world triumph,
Love slew by lust..
Story of the poem came about my uncovering of how distortful and abominating one's past may be. From teachers sleeping with students, to students offering love for a fee, to even relationships and religion. How those who tried to live right will burn in hell with the same griffins. Or live together despite how we all lived, saying words far off that we should mean. How distorted religion is, and how divided we are from Elohim's dream, and how in believing the good in people, leads to your becoming a pain fiend. How fearless we are, how we create our order,I'm feeling like Luther King as he laid awaiting a coroner,
How unrelating people can be, how man's soul... Became debree.
By Ntokozo • White Phosphorus• JaftaXquiziTpro. Wednesday, April 18, 2012 8:07:13 AM
purpose, wisdom knowledge, understanding, God
Why have you forsaken me,
Lord, here I stand weary,
With sadness in my heart,
Cloudy is the path,
Tryin to believe, my life in your hands,
Commune wiith me,
My aura uncanny,
Unceasing, unpleasing, unreasioning
You unconditional,
I'm freezing, faith leaving, unprofessional,
Wisdom stands on a jade stone,
Knowledge on a tree trunk,
The soily eye, the devour' caging me in Abyss,
The spiked thorns on Christ,
Spiked thorns on my soul,
I cannot make it on my own..
By Sarah KawamuraSarahKawamura. Sunday, March 6, 2011 9:30:04 AM
creation, depression, sadness, heart
...
Today, the stars fell from the sky
maybe they tried to catch up to my heart
falling from suspended spaces
to grace trembling objects
like tears on delicate faces
I wanted to understand this world
but now that I do
I am no better off than when I first began
the heartbreak is unbearable
and the knowledge leaves me sad
dreams crashed down
crumbling one by one
as the hopes were sold for lies
heartbeats barely audible
breathing just as shallow
where is the life I left behind
why dream when they are as nightmares
why hope when there is nothing on the other side
why I ask again and again
but I do believe
and hang on to the lights in the sky
because this universe
will always be much bigger than I
By Christygreathoneybear. Sunday, December 2, 2007 5:45:16 AM
mother, love, , understanding
...
In the quiet of the night
I watch you sleep.
As I tuck you in and
savor the gentle sounds
I glance through the window
and whisper out loud.
God, have I been the Mother
You wanted me to be.
Have I held my children up
and taught them to see.
Have I shown them that
love should always be shared.
Have I taught them compassion
and reasons to care.
Have I explained the values
by which You want us to live.
Have I taught them humility
and reasons to give.
Have I shown them that life
can't always be fair.
Have I taught them that
You will always be there.
As I glance through the window
You help me to see
That I am being the best Mother
that I can possibly be.
By: © CMN 1997
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