George Krokos, 18 march 2013
Life was really meant to be easy but we have complicated it so much
those things we say and do in ignorance all have their effect as such.
When our life revolves around truth, love and purity in thought, word and deeds
then everything comes to us most naturally in good time covering all our needs.
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George Krokos, 18 march 2013
The Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ a long time ago was humbly born in a stable
though by His grace many have found peace and joy who were otherwise unable.
That glory of God manifested in human form was at the time very much awaited;
the work He came to do was to bring man back to God being too long separated.
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Satish Verma, 18 march 2013
Ashes:
I was gathering blue light
from your lynx-eyed vessel
of death.
Against terror
blind-folded, shot in the head
on road.
Earth was your bed
and a shimmering moon
your pillow.
It was apathy of gates
of heaven.
The mist grows heavy.
Daring to bare
the jugs of wine,
body walks on edge.
Satish Verma
George Krokos, 18 march 2013
What is that one thing which we all crave or want the most of in life?
is it wealth, health, fame, knowledge, love, a perfect husband or wife?
Or is it in fact a combination of all these things and yet even so much more?
something, perhaps that is everlasting, once gained can never be lost at all?
If such a thing did exist then could it be acquired or had?
and if so how could one have it and do good instead of bad?
Where would such a thing be found or come from or who be the giver thereof?
Could it be made available to all at any time when there was a genuine need of?
Is it a state of divinity the source of infinite power, knowledge and bliss
that each and every one can attain being their birthright but only dismiss?
It just so happens that all the true religions of the world seem to point in that direction
calling it specifically by a different name while having the same underlying conception.
An ultimate realised state of immortality without any restriction of time or space
transcending body, mind and individuality; every subtle and phenomenal place.
Not subject to any change or decay, though embracing all within itself seeing
and as one without any second, immaculate and complete, an unlimited being.
A supreme unique state of freedom and really the most sought after thing,
a plane of being of pure wisdom which in its wake all the above does bring.
That one victory of all victories which wins yourself and your true Selfhood
the real purpose and meaning of all life culminating in Universal Godhood.
There have been many in the past and even in the present who have gained this state
although it's virtually impossible to attain on one's own without being their good mate.
So dedicate yourself for the goal with love to gain their divine favour or benevolent grace
by a pure mind and heart seek their company letting one of them guide you to That Place.
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mvvenkataraman, 18 march 2013
God will definitely rescue all of us
Never have even an iota of doubt
His intention is to kindly bless
So let a prayer soon sprout out
God alone is never at all careless
He uses wisely His Divine clout
Any prayer made will do curing
Agony via God, we will be bearing
Thorny life, we will be enduring
God is present surely everywhere
He solves all our great worries
He is always kind, just and fair
Our life, He with love carries
He rescues us from every scare
He has gifted us sacred fairies.
mvvenkataraman
Anna, 17 march 2013
Pan się pogubił w swoich zeznaniachtak może chciała nawet kochałaniejasno wyjaśniłazjawisko w którym nocniedotlenia sięna tyle dostatecznie by stwardnieć w Pana palcachi to dlatego?więc niech się Pan zastanowipomyślikorytarze mają dwie strony powrotówniekoniecznie musiała opadaćw miejscu przeznaczonym dla straceńcówprzecież tam była linia światła takie o jakich opowiadają grzesznicykustosze muzeów którzy trzymają wszystkie pospychane duszena metalowych kółkachja proszęniech się Pan jeszcze raz zastanowirobi się ciaśniejniech Pan do cholery kiwnie głowąruszy ustamizacznijmy od nowaczy ona istniała
Blossom Sol, 17 march 2013
They found it in the sleeping desert
wind swept arbitarys riding
molecules of so called fur
with wings like pegasus
mounting to the sun
my liquid friend
i will see you again
more than from just one vision
our matrimomy will rule
without the death of anything perculiar
no blood will be spilt
when we ride in your way
my beautiul desitiny
in your love i stay
and pray to your mentality
against this earth reality
i feel you within my skin
beating like you knew
it's where you've always been
tell me more
whisper me your plans
and we'll map them together
through out all of the descended lands.
louis gander, 17 march 2013
This is a poem I wrote back in 2008 to noone in particular...
This big, bright world,
is like a drawer full of lace,
though I am but a leftover rag;
quite awkward, uneasy,
and so out of place.
Lace is chosen
by those with whom they connect.
and selecting their own special piece;
they want their lives
to be so perfect.
Then stew they will
when things go terribly wrong.
Their lace gets soiled, stained and tattered.
For this worlds special lace
doesn’t last too long.
They’re all sewn up,
still seeking what cannot mend....
But this leftover rag- this old scrap of burlap;
though nowhere near perfect,
is still your special friend.
©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Satish Verma, 17 march 2013
Tonight
when I come back
clad in wounded memories,
one seed deep
the pod would lie in the forest of hands,
I will wake you up in between
the kisses of moon.
The hawthorn lamps –
let me light the last unlit
of empty night, for a farewell
to a black rose, who had collected
the unpraised thorns.
The fugitive wind shuts the smart tears.
Satish Verma
patty turner, 16 march 2013
she is screaming in pain.
no one can hear her,
no one is trying,
no one cares.
she can't see.
darkness is all around her,
the cold creeps up on her.
the only warth is the tears she sheds.
the darkness is still and silent.
she runs and runs,
it's pure darkness.
she can't find away out.
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