• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Remember the past…delightful weaknesses,
    Keeping company with self–was nonsense?
    Fooling around–by teasing a growing brain;
    Trying to sprout truth from a careful strain?

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    Remember the past…delightful weaknesses,
    Keeping company with self–was nonsense?
    Fooling around–by teasing a growing brain;
    Trying to sprout truth from a careful strain?

    Oh!–to be alive, and suffer young confusion;
    Invincible…to conquer this world of delusion.
    Nonsense bombards the mental supply shelf;
    But, delight is charged with a super-ego self.

    Older now!…but do not disregard childhood,
    For adults can’t go very far outside of home.
    No matter how and where…life comes to be,
    Passed lessons culminate for a wiser strong.

    Life is a proven state–toward a destination;
    By courage, hold to wisdom in your childhood.
    Right or astray, your mind is a true sensation,
    Which learns by errors–to do what it should.

    Remain teachable, as adults grow–steadily;
    Prove youth, that knowledge is for the meek.
    Your young tender tissue learns quite readily;
    Achieving awesome humility…from the weak.

    Finally, being old…rewards an essential past;
    Or, persuades learned foolishness not to last.
    The taws-up odds: offers freedom of choice:
    To savor a quiet wisdom, or to sound a noise.

    The past will ring through a mind–regardless;
    Form a reputation, or render a fool senseless.
    Keeping company with self…can be a delight,
    When lessons regard wisdom for what is right.
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  • Others, Poetry 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Summon spiritual wit–to penetrate mortal crust,
    Thus, bring more minds through the veil.
    Ponder the poetic phenomenon…of a modern burst,
    Spirit!…the temporal condition of the nail.

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    Summon spiritual wit–to penetrate mortal crust,
    Thus, bring more minds through the veil.
    Ponder the poetic phenomenon…of a modern burst,
    Spirit!…the mortal condition of the nail.

    It is a phenomenal poetic expression–to tell truth,
    And reveal the earth’s modern condition.
    Intensify the light–the world has selected to lose,
    By penetrating mankind’s crusty position.

    Imagine a wise man–“too busy” for obvious signs;
    Closed his mind to pending corruption.
    A poet may write: of heaven on earth–so blind,
    Will also, witness Satan’s interruption.

    God administers to man–a lovely subtle approach,
    As a warning!–to oppose flamboyance.
    Every Satanic trespass–of hell’s showy encroach,
    Attempts to destroy divine consistance.

    Slowdown!…this old world has too much business;
    Don’t miss-out on the phenomenal poet.
    If this shallow world is too narrow to be a witness,
    Then trust the signs–let a poet show it.

    Heaven may speak truth in the concepts of a poet,
    And deliver God’s sacred: will-of-man.
    God’s phenomenal wisdom–has no boundary to it;
    Understand God, just as a mortal can.

    “Too busy” for wisdom, will not escape corruption,
    Nor grasp the concept of a phenomenon.
    Gently, proclaim a wiseman’s state-of-imposition:
    Regarding God’s desire, wisdom lacks none.
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  • Wise travelers maneuver–carefully alert;
    side-stepping camouflaged crap.
    Intuition connects the wisest function,
    rather then, mis-taking a road map.

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    Wise travelers maneuver–carefully alert;
    side-stepping camouflaged crap.
    Intuition connects the wisest function,
    rather then, mis-taking a road map.

    Vice–linkage to vice, presents a path;
    poison is disguised beneath the dirt.
    Liars gladly rush forward with directions,
    unbeknown, as a tease and a flirt.

    With the cleaver view of an angled wit,
    chance perceives some survival.
    Self-defense deflects some bitter twit,
    when life gets longer–by revival.

    Youth is partial to a camouflaged jungle;
    denial…ignores their carefree aim.
    Strangers…to the prevalence of death;
    rash, with whatever they claim.

    Warning emerges from an age demise;
    dare not choose the foolish way.
    Death may decease–a trillion times,
    while fools impose…much to say.

    Match to love…with a heart’s content,
    ignoring the passage of life.
    Death receives the young, at times,
    leaving children to rear a wife.

    Wisdom sustains love–in all this crap,
    laying equally…onto young and old.
    Youth reveres age–loving the young;
    gathered, to conquer death in a hole.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Be not clever–knowing good, but devising evil,
    Descending to a level, as souls entertain devils.
    Where will be the comfort…in that destination?
    Opposite choices possess a counter dimension.

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    Be not clever–knowing good, but devising evil;
    Descending to a level, as souls entertain devils.
    Where will be the comfort…in that destination?
    Opposite choices possess a counter dimension.

    Agency obviously plays perception with the mind,
    Evolving chosen allegiance–clinging to resolution.
    Earthly freedom is a beautiful sentiment…in time,
    Tampering fickle hearts…at the price of salvation.

    Wishful devils, wallow in the mire–deny a situation;
    If only good will produce more excitement than fools.
    Children who worship pocket gods, resemble a devil.
    The Father of spirits…is a jealous Man–God of rule.

    Devils knowingly observe souls on a different level;
    Even though behavior becomes an habitual sense.
    Evil alters willing minds–form negative perception.
    Judgement strives for truth to make perfect tense.

    Rule thyself, that virtue garnishes the path of good;
    At the right place…to do honor where choice should.
    Noble habits lock honest hearts unto Heavenly God;
    Progression ascends, as angels cling to an iron rod.

    Enter, dear friend, the gate is open to faithful hearts;
    You qualify for divine rest–from your labors on earth.
    Please register with the angels; approach the throne;
    Heaven’s straight and narrow–requires formal worth.

    Become wise! the Gods will teach trustworthy friends;
    Salvation offers mercy…for the poison garden of men.
    Correct choices reveal higher truth–thru the iron rod;
    Peace-of-mind…humbly receives the Kingdom of God.
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