George Krokos, 21 january 2012
Out of the dark I see a face
one of beautiful and sincere complex
I wish I knew when that face would come
and guide me to a better place.
This face, I seem to know from somewhere
It still exists, not only as a figment of my imagination,
but rather, one in a desperate situation for me.
That face whose is it? but someone's
Those eyes, what do they see? but a story
Her mouth and lips, what could they do?
but speak and smile to me.
That expression, whose is it? but mine to see;
I try and understand the message conveyed.
Has it ever occurred to anyone that it might be the one for me?
In a world of fantasy I deem she's mine,
but who else could she belong to?
I find it hard to realise the position
of what I have witnessed has put me in.
Who would possibly keep her away from me?
but someone like myself, I'm sure she knows.
It is the only answer I can offer.
Then I may have a twin in the world;
perhaps my one and only adversary
in my love dream yet to come true.
The face has gone back into the gloom
Her face has gone...............................
Why did she appear as if with news?
Back into the past I think for clues....
Not just to haunt or torment me it seems
but to remind me that she exists in reality.
Not only just as someone out of my dreams
making the hope of finding her an actuality.
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Note: A very early poem written many years ago.
George Krokos, 18 january 2012
You do not seem to mean any real harm
but in fact you have such a deadly charm.
Someone who’s not aware of your guile
is approached by you wearing a smile.
Many are the ones that you have fooled
who have been all but wrongly schooled
in the serious business of love and devotion
perishing without you showing any emotion.
You turn your back quickly at the sign of any disunity
as if you’ve been waiting for just such an opportunity.
You also don’t really care about anything else except to be praised
and will brook no compromise if any issues of disloyalty are raised.
You think and make out as if you’re always right
regardless of the truth becoming evident to sight.
You’re not to be blamed if anything goes wrong
and will challenge any suspicion before too long.
If anyone happens to open up their heart to you
they run the big risk of having it broken in two.
A deceiving love full of pain is the thing you give
as this is the way by which you know how to live.
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George Krokos, 18 january 2012
I went for a trip one day down memory lane
and everything at first seemed to be quite plain
but as I paid more attention there began to see
certain things that I thought no longer could be.
Whatever good or bad experiences happened there in the past
were looming now before my minds eye and I became aghast.
So many vague images appeared all like an illusion
one after another or together causing some confusion.
In a matter of a few moments I witnessed so much
more than one could normally ever want to as such.
These memories of events and images appeared quite fast
that it was difficult telling how long in my vision did last.
Some demanded more attention than many others it seemed
yet there were those that all faded just when being gleamed.
Like a fast moving motion picture showing in between
they all paraded on the center stage of my mental screen.
Good and bad played themselves out against light and dark
reminding me that they’re both aspects of life that’s stark.
Particularly where judgement of a case has been too extreme
which leaves behind a feeling of justice not being supreme.
Those unpleasant memories buried deep within our mind
can all be replaced by better ones of a much happier kind.
When anyone responds favourably to an adverse situation
that reaction is more conducive to our happiness in relation.
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George Krokos, 18 january 2012
During the day and all night long
I am hearing a very peculiar song.
There's unstruck music much like an infinite melody
resonating inside my head; an enchanting symphony.
It has no real tune or beat which one can recognise
only by hearing it then as all else is a compromise.
In silence and solitude it's usually heard without end
an invisible companion and sweetly sounding friend.
If one is listening intently and endeavours to get to its source,
can hear one finer sound inside another, which is not by force.
Who can rightly say from where it comes and where it does go?
perhaps only a true mystic has the knowledge or ability to show.
With practical wisdom and a clear spiritual insight
by his grace and advice can lead one into the light.
Until, at last, reaching that inclusive shore of infinite silence
which the experience of there being is a permanent abidance.
Could this be the long lost legendary music of the spheres?
that few people of times past underwent the trouble to hear.
And when it’s continually heard confers many an untold blessing
the likes of which most people now would not even be guessing.
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George Krokos, 14 january 2012
The cost of living is the price we pay
for all those things we need each day
and when calculated over a period of time
works out to a figure that’s likely to climb.
And if our wants go far beyond our needs
we have to get paid well then for our deeds.
But if what we earn can’t match that pace
we’ll have to slow down and not lose face.
Or perhaps consider some additional means
to support what we take on as our routines.
When our lifestyle doesn’t make a hole in our pocket
and the cost of living where we are doesn’t skyrocket
then the rate of inflation there is said to be low
so we can afford to buy those things we know.
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George Krokos, 14 january 2012
O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshipped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be sombre and grey
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a centre and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
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George Krokos, 14 january 2012
With a warm and loving feeling deep in my heart
I welcome you this moment right from the start.
We haven't seen each other for such a long time
I do hope you will appreciate hearing this rhyme.
Many things happened during the long break
it was almost as if our friendship was at stake.
Yet somehow love has found a way to bring us together
I'll never forget this moment and will cherish it forever.
I vaguely remember the time of our last meeting
so please bear with me now this overdue greeting.
Though time hasn't diminished the joy I still feel
being with you is the only moment which is real.
You are the true friend anyone wouldn't like to lose
your presence in my heart and mind I couldn't choose.
Some say that familiarity usually breeds contempt
but our relationship is such that we do not resent.
You need me just as much as I need you
and are with me always - how very true.
We are the lover and beloved and love is our game
of separation and reunion being eternally the same.
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George Krokos, 10 january 2012
I have engrossed it in my mind
what is missing, what should be mine.
But how hard it is, to get it, in this life of ours.
Oh! how I wish I had not come into it somehow.
I have waited so long, searched so deep
Its meaning, I'm sure will not wear away.
But, what meaning?
Oh Yes!, I know now and vaguely remember
how it was like, but it wasn't for long!
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Note:
The above poem is a very early piece.
George Krokos, 10 january 2012
I wonder what it takes to go full circle
and find my way back home to You?
Although I might be as slow as a turtle
Your love will guide me when I am true.
I’ll finish up then as I began just a child of Yours
having knocked on so many of life’s secret doors.
But even though I have yet to find all the right answers
at this stage of my life there have been some advances.
My feelings towards You now seem to have changed
but this shouldn’t be a reason for us to feel estranged.
Love’s the universal magnet that draws everything close together
we shouldn’t mind too much if we pass through stormy weather.
In a world of constant change there are many upheavals
but love often does get stronger when there’s a retrieval.
It’s something of a realisation by which we come to know
that as love completes a full circle perfection it will show.
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George Krokos, 10 january 2012
Thou art in the sun, sky, earth and air
Oh Lord Beloved You are everywhere.
In all the creatures of the land and sea
You are the one that has made them be.
In the soil where all good things are grown
And heavenly space of which little is known.
Within us all and outside
In everything You do abide.
Thou doth knowest all within your being
When we, Thy children, are clearly seeing;
By Your grace earned from many good deeds done
In remembrance of Thee from where we have come.
Our love to You we should all gladly give
From our hearts wherein You always live.
With all humble and loving devotional tears
My gratitude to You for dispelling our fears.
Thou art the One All-pervading and Omnipotent Divine Intelligence
Perceived and known directly through our personal experience.
The inner light reveals Thine eternal divine glory
Sincere love in worship of Thee, being most worthy.
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George Krokos, 8 january 2012
From the inner places of the heart
love seeks a way to make a start;
at some unexpected time in one’s life
or when experiencing personal strife.
Love expresses itself in kindness and understanding
in a friendly smile of assurance without demanding.
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George Krokos, 8 january 2012
The hands of grace sometimes fall unseen
lifting you up to where you've never been.
Blessed are they on whom it descends,
being worthy, they are ready to ascend.
For such a long time most people have been caught
by ignorance, struggling and ignoring life's taught.
Their ego is usually arising through clashes
forsaking its identity with all by its rashness.
To gather more experience and to impress
its own existence apart from all of the rest.
Impossible though that will forever be
regardless of what appears or is to see.
We are all of one substance existing within its domain
of Infinite Being always playing a very illusory game.
The descent of grace is experienced as bliss
the likeness of which one should never miss.
All one's troubles seem to get dissolved away
having existed only under an imaginary sway.
Towards God-Realization is the extent of the place
of all those worthy who have acquired God's grace.
George Krokos, 8 january 2012
There was a calm felt before the storm
and also some uneasiness in every form
a hushed anticipation of what was soon to be
perhaps a fateful outcome of each one’s destiny.
During this time it became very dark and foreboding
that everything around lost all its charm and standing.
Suddenly there were flashes of lightning and clashes of thunder,
which rolled from the clouds, seen and heard by all there under.
Then a strong wind blew and a heavy rain began to fall
lashing onto everything around as it turned into a squall.
As the tempest raged on in a crescendo and reached its peak;
turning day into night and night into day, all seemed so bleak.
There many creatures all scampered and sought the safety of shelter,
out of the maelstrom unleashed by nature, in a state of helter-skelter.
They all knew their places when it came to that threat of danger;
out of harms reach they tried to flee even if it was with a stranger.
After the storm had spent all its fury and slowly subsided
a calm settled in again which had lately just been divided.
And all appeared to have been molested and somewhat shaken
as light broke through the clouds to make that day re-awaken.
While the storm in its wake seemed to have wreaked much devastation
the forces which had come into play reminded one of the act of creation,
when those seeds of life were implanted ages ago at the very beginning,
causing all things to gradually spring into existence with some meaning.
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George Krokos, 6 january 2012
Up the mountainous path we climbed
through the ridges and valleys we walked
seeking adventure of a peculiar sort.
Down the steep ravines we paced
stopping at times to catch our breath
and to view the lovely country ahead.
On and on we made our way
until at dusk we were exhausted.
It would be here where we would make our stay
in an area that seemed to be lightly forested.
Under a clear night sky bright with stars shinning
we settled down eager to refresh ourselves and
made preparations to share our meal for the evening
seeming perhaps like some fugitive band.
A restful and joyous sleep we had that night
one that exceeded our expectations.
Some enchanted evening we experienced
one that was followed by no disillusionment;
awakening to the sweet fragrance of flowers and other delights.
It was as if we were in paradise it seemed ................
We all looked around and beheld in awe
the serenity and beauty surrounding us all.
There were flowers of many types and hues
and fruit bearing trees from which to choose.
There were various animals at a stream nearby
and birds flying overhead in the clear blue sky.
There was everything here for us to see
that we almost no longer thought could be.
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George Krokos, 6 january 2012
In the silent darkness of the night
somewhere shines a faithful light.
Ever so bright to those who can see
guiding everyone who wants to flee.
There is a way one must take
a path by which one can escape.
The night is short there isn't much time
before you know it the sun will shine.
There is no doubt about the way
you cannot see it during the day.
But then again it seems to me
how hard the way is to be free.
Elusive light come shine on me
show me where I ought to be.
By the deeds I do I hope you'll find
perhaps I should not be left behind.
If you choose me as one of the few
I'll follow wherever you lead me to.
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George Krokos, 6 january 2012
Bitter conflict!
The earth is crying blood
Life is dying!
People are turning against each other
We turn against ourselves and walk away.
Never to return?
Ever so gently, softly
We turn around and walk together, bleeding.
Slowly, injured life is healing.
A mark remains,
Yet becomes hidden by the spoils of life.
Life likes living.
Do we know what life is?
We certainly don't know without it!
Does it know what it is?
It only likes living.
For what?
For us to realise this!
Ha! and yet we destroy it
carelessly, thoughtlessly.
One instant,
life is going to destroy itself.
Because it is lonely living
in a world where
we do not like living with it.
The way we came about together
- one giving one receiving.
But now it is a different story.
A story that might not be told
in life, except death.
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The Soul of man
Is the child of Life
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Who are we to pass judgement?
but fools in the eyes of Truth!
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George Krokos, 4 january 2012
I look at you from every practical angle
and the more I look at you the more I know.
We speak to each other, share each other's feelings,
live each other's fear; hate from another.
We seek out each other's love;
I love you more than words can say, you know that well.
Some others cannot understand the way we feel,
cannot think the way we do.
They fail to understand their one another
as others cannot understand each other.
They are not us, for we have each other.
We were a part of them for oh, so long!
before we found each other.
You remember the way we were
without love and understanding.
The way we are now sharing and caring for each other.
Days gone by were, here no more,
full of sorrow without each other.
Optimistic in our lives of each other's existence,
days of future passed now are passing.
Love is endlessly searching our lives thoroughly,
every moment is an excellent opportunity.
There is no ending loving each other.
George Krokos, 4 january 2012
If I were to tell you something
would it please you to know what it would be?
For I do not know how I can say it
without saying it to you.
So please bear with me when I say to you
Words cannot express the message
I want to get across to you.
You are the only person
I would want to say this to.
If only you would let my actions
speak for my words,
then you'll see what meaning
my silent words have for you.
If you feel the same way then you'll know
You don't have to say anything
just let your actions speak for themselves.
George Krokos, 4 january 2012
It’s in the greater scheme of things
we often fail to see the true relation
that one thing has or shares with another.
Like one who doesn’t see past their nose
of those things which are very immediate and obvious.
There are always many hidden relationships
particularly between people of give and take
that to grasp some idea let alone fathom
the depth of a situation given or implied
requires insight into the workings of mind and nature.
The real significance of a good or true relationship occurring
is the fruition of the search for love in the dim or recent past.
And only those who have unraveled
the mystery of their own existence
may appreciate and assess these subtle aspects of life.
George Krokos, 30 december 2011
Preamble:
Thoughts and ideas like those of a sage
(or are they memories of a bygone age?)
flash in my mind now and set the stage
of what there soon again may likely be
when for a while here we become free
and without any clouds the horizon see.
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The past is always there to look back and reflect upon
not to live in as a prisoner that seeks no escape from.
The present is the current moment where we are now
always looking for a direction which to go somehow.
The future is what we can all really make it out to be
if in our mind we’re strong and clear in what we see.
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George Krokos, 30 december 2011
The wheel of time is like a giant clock
in this circular physical world
and its spokes are the second,
minute and hour hands that
continuously seem to move within it
and propel it forward in one direction
as perceived through the hub of our awareness
which witnesses the recuring phenomenon
and flux of life in its various stages of
birth, youth, maturity, old age and death.
What of the afterlife and rebirth then?
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George Krokos, 30 december 2011
It's now time to say goodbye and bid each other farewell
we may yet see one another again perhaps, who can tell?
The paths of our life often cross over familiar ground
and so in the days of our lives those memories hound.
How sweet life seems when everything goes well
but when misfortune strikes it becomes like hell.
The experience of life always has an opposite side
and things we once valued most no longer provide.
When we turn our back to love the heart inside us does shrink
and the vacuum created there will cause many to reach a brink.
In certain matters of love we're all found to be a little wanting
but then the true object of all our love is the most demanding.
If love comes our way the world seems full of joy
and each moment feels as if it's a wonderful ploy.
The grace of love is quite blissful while it does last
and the pleasure of the beloved is the main repast.
Everyone in the world has at least one tale of love to recite
regardless even of their situation and any condition despite.
Whether it be one of woe that only brings sadness to the heart
or one that's joyful relating of lovers who are no longer apart.
The phenomenon of love is the story of an ever ongoing human saga
with a broken or joyous heart many people sing about as their raga.
Its consumation lies in the fulfilment of love with lover and beloved
and the glory of this end only those brave enough have discovered.
George Krokos, 27 december 2011
I’m a busy bee
can’t you see?
that whatever I do
is for the honey due.
I habitually fly all around from tree to flowers
usually during the warmth of the sunny hours,
and when I’ve gathered as much as I can carry
I fly quickly away back home and do not tarry.
I gather nectar and bring it home
and in this task I’m not ever alone.
In doing my daily work I’m so pre-occupied
I can’t really afford to just sit around inside.
I live in a hive with drones of my kind serving a sovereign queen
and together we all go about our daily business being very keen.
We’re generally praised very highly for the work that we do
as it is our unique nature to make honey from morning dew.
George Krokos, 27 december 2011
Within us is the power to create, preserve and destroy
but which is the power that we all do most employ?
We are all struggling to gain that which we know
will give all the knowledge and strength to show;
what we imagine ourselves to be perhaps or wish to express
in this world of name and form where nothing lasts I confess.
Each person has their aspirations and cherished dreams
yet very few are they who have realised them it seems.
All that is to be had is acquired a little at a time
going in the right direction we achieve our prime.
If we come across too much too soon we may get lost
and possessing it all will be a burden or unknown cost.
When we know ourselves to be what we really are
we experience our true nature like a shining star
that shines in the dark and sheds its light upon all
irrespective of their condition be they great or small.
To get to this state we must plunge deep within our being
and fetch the pearl of great price that's most worth seeing.
George Krokos, 27 december 2011
Fly O butterfly fly in the clear and sunny day
Fly about in freedom in your haphazard way.
Fly onto colourful flowers and plants giving sustenance away
Fly as only you know how and live to see and fly another day.
Such a creature that you are and so very delicately made
A marvel of creation clothed in colours which do persuade.
What a contrast there is while you're motionless to that when you're in flight
A splendid example of nature to which all the credit is due allowing this sight.
Although you have your own season and have much with which to display
You're only here for a short time and like to make the most of it each day.
With angelic-like wings of splendour it seems you fly around effortlessly
From one area to another wherever your discretionary whim takes thee.
You are a creature of metamorphosis or the product and result of transforming change
Could this be the reason why that beauteous form of yours covers such a broad range?
For in the life-span which has been allotted to you a rare beauty you've now become
An exemplar of harmonious existence with nature that is evidently a hobby for some.
In the whole wide world there's hardly a creature that bears any resemblance to you
And it's only in your rather less noble relation the moth there's some semblance true.
You're verily also a creature that appears to revel in broad daylight
Though your cousin is mainly one who usually abounds in the night.
And you have wings that are mostly poised upright behind you when in rest
While those of your kindred are but lowly hung and only widespread at best.
It also occurs to me you're more refined and sensitive by birthright than your relation
As you're the one who avoids flying headlong into objects and get the most adulation.
Fly O butterfly fly and may you find your happy mate
Fly to where love takes you and wandering does sate.
Fly all around to every place in your naturally free and delightful state
Fly as only you know how and live to share with all that eventful fate.
George Krokos, 26 december 2011
Ah, beauty! you command so much of our love and respect
but are you in reality like that we have all come to expect?
You always stand out naturally amidst certain things we find
being made of the stuff which captivates our heart and mind.
On appearance you’re exquisite and demand our admiration
and usually have to be handled with care and consideration.
It’s because of you we all become overwhelmed with desire
but if we’re thwarted by indifference we burn in love’s fire.
The world knows where you belong and tries to keep you there
far above all the rest by acknowledging your artistry and flair.
You’re that which it most easily succumbs to without any fuss
because you possess and provide all the appropriate stimulus.
Throughout the ages you have been recognised and adored
and it’s no wonder that with you we seldom ever get bored.
In nature you share a high place besides eternity’s throne,
but to see you as you really are one has to witness it alone.
You tend to take up so much of our time we hardly realise
that you’re the only one which we’ve come to truly idolize.
In our efforts to always possess you we’re usually led astray
and undergo many sacrifices in all our life to make you stay.
What you really are though few have ever come to suspect
let alone truly know how to gain what you offer or collect.
As you come in so many forms we look for you everywhere
and if we happen to find you we’re burdened with much care.
Even in our wildest imagination we can’t forget or ever leave you be
and it seems that you’re the one thing in life we all would like to see.
The truth of the matter is that you really don’t belong to just anyone
and if anyone claims you as their own they spoil everyone else’s fun.
It’s only for a period of time though we appreciate your outward form
as it is either we or you that time gets the better of which is the norm.
If there be an Infinite and Ageless Beauty you’re the temporary expression of
please convey the highest praise and adoration that I can give - my pure love.
George Krokos, 23 december 2011
When will the members of the human race
help to make this world into a better place?
Because lately it seems to be getting worse
as if it is under some kind of damned curse.
Most of what we hear these days is bad news!
It’s almost as if there’s nothing else to choose.
The good we have all known belongs to the past
and so the present or future is viewed as aghast.
The actions all people do give an indication of that
regardless of any good ideological debate or chat.
The transition of ideas and thoughts to actions or deeds
is just like the sowing of a future crop by planting seeds.
If the seeds used are of a poor quality it will matter much
even though more time is spent cultivating them by touch.
That’s why it’s better to do things properly right from the start
as time brooding over what could have been won’t help in part.
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George Krokos, 23 december 2011
Sometimes we hear about people reaching rock bottom
and this seems to be a place in the depths of despair.
All the paths in their life which they have most trodden
unfortunately only helped deceive and get them there.
When people say or do things on the spur of the moment
without much thought for the consequences that follow,
they are unknowingly plunging themselves into a foment
that inevitably increases to the point or feeling of sorrow.
If we all look back at those years of our life past
there’s likely to be found at some point in time there
we’ve subjected ourselves to this unpleasant blast
and so recall then vaguely we didn’t take much care.
It can be also a case of living beyond ones means
and being involved in some form of personal abuse
where we’re thinking too much of ourselves it seems
or disregarding those things we should not misuse.
Rock bottom is a place which feels hard and rough to land in
that from there we can only look up at those looking down.
No wonder it resembles in name a rocky sea or pool bottom in
which if anyone stays too long there they are likely to drown.
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George Krokos, 23 december 2011
May all fellow poets and writers of the whole world unite
to show the flame of inspiration is now still burning bright.
We’re also aware of the fact that the pen is mightier than the sword
and that with inspired verses or stories people will never get bored.
The world as it is now is on the brink of collapse
and so with our literary efforts we should not lapse.
We all have the power to change the world for the better
let us unite to speak and write with one motion together.
So many times in the past humanity has been laid low
because of its negligence to conscience writings show.
There are certain things written and handed down from the past
that indicate the way we’re heading now these days are our last.
We must set the example of truth, righteousness and love
which will assure us to get much needed help from above.
There is no real limit to what we all can achieve
if we stand together and each other don’t deceive.
We are all one big family that is now struggling to survive
so in doing what we can to help one another we will thrive.
With our collective efforts we must turn the situation around
and at the same time keep both our feet firmly on the ground.
For the good of the whole world then we must move forward
and stop the current trend of mankind from plunging toward,
the depths and fires of hell it has been to many times before
as it ignores the inner voice of conscience prior to another fall.
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