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Denstiny

Whatever it takes i will rule my destiny,
With no fear i will hunt my destiny.
Corrupt and exploited minds control my ways
But still i will get my destiny.

My destiny though tiny,
I will get it in full.
Never will i share it with anyone,
Not even my only one.

No man knows my destiny but God alone,
For life is but a dream.
And if at all we will wake up
i pray that i should wake up clean.

I let the talk, talk the talk,
And the walk, walk the walk
For it is those who seek that find,
And those he (God) pleases that he blesses.
But for me, blessed or not,
Either way i will live into my own story.
And get my destiny.

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Whatever It Takes

Ive seen the rain fall down
And wash away a town
Ive seen strong hearts easily broken
Why do some things survive
While others live and die
How can a man let his love go unspoken
I couldnt stand to see us end up that way
Just another tragedy
And every night I promise another day
Whatever it takes
I will be there
By your side baby anywhere
When youre lost and alone
Ill bring you home
I will come thru for you
Whatever it takes
Whatever you need
Whatever comes down between you and me
When the road gets rough
Youve gotta trust
I will come thru for you
Whatever it takes
Ive opened every door
I always wanted more
I didnt have much to believe in
I searched the world for you
I found whats really true
Its your love that gives me a reason
Baby its only you who can free my heart
I cant do it on my own
You carry the light of day baby
Thru the dark
Whatever it takes
I will be there
By your side baby anywhere
When youre lost and alone
Ill bring you home
I will come thru for you
Whatever it takes
Baby Im bound to you to release my heart
I cant do it on my own
Well find the light of day baby
Thru the dark
Whatever it takes
La la la la la
Whatever it takes
La la la la la
Whatever it takes
La la la la la

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Dream - Refugee-free Civil Society

Refugee is some one who was
REFUsed the right to reside further
In the land to which he belongs
Got Evicted and guardedly placed
Elsewhere

When a new system of governance
Comes in replacing an existing one
This issue arises

War and one of its attendant social issues
Is managing refugees

A civilized society
Cannot claim it to be so
If it has in its midst
A number of refugees
And an exclusive camp where refugees stay

It is scar on the entire human race
Which, at present, is the highly civilized
And is always on the path of development
With so many facilities
Adding up each second that passes

The condition of a refugee
Is far beyond the description
Of being pathetic

They do not have a place to stay
Leave alone the house
And the homely environment

Some of them had a great living
Before getting evicted
Leaving back in their home land
Properties much beyond the reach of many
In the land where they are “settled”
For no fault of theirs
But simply because of the
Clash of two warring segments
Who constitute only a miniscule
Of the entire people in trouble

No future in sight
No present in hand
Only a painful past
Haunting them all through

It is hard to believe
That some camps run for decades

Do they not deserve
The normal living others
Both in their ex-land and in their entry-land
Are enjoying

It is a shame
On the organized living
And no development means any thing
To the human race
As long we have a refugee
In our midst

They need emotional, economical
And the other social support
If you really feel
They are also human beings

It is a wonder
That in natural systems
There is no living thing
Which suffers this refugee stamp

Will there be a day
When we will have a refugee-free
Civil Society

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That Most Humans Crave For Glory

That most humans crave for glory is surely not a lie
And though you well may love your Country for your Country why should you die
Since dead heroes like dead cowards cannot help their Country in any way
Whilst alive you can help your Country even though you look old and gray
The dead hero cannot hear the bugler when the last post it is played
Though some may say his ghost is present at every war parade
The deserter is dishonoured from the fight he ran away
But to his Country he's of some use he's alive and well today
The dead hero he is honoured though to him that of no use
For to justify their recent war the war leaders use the war dead as an excuse
For another bloody battle a war they themselves will not fight in
Though in every war that ever was humanity did not win
You cannot serve your Country by dying for it so live for as long as you can
And die hopefully a painless death as a very old man.

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For Those Who Seek Comfort

Now that the race has been won...
You can move forward with your agenda.
And those plans you are ready to implement.

'Oh...
That's right! '

You 'are' ready to implement those plans?

'Uh, yeah.
As soon as we can figure out what they are,
We are certain to come up with something.'

But you won a race,
On the basis you are prepared to move forward.

'Uh...
Yeah.
Gee!
Well...
We'll have to go backward first,
To see if moving forward is in the best interest...
For those who seek comfort,
In a past that no longer exists.'

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Sonnet: Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live

Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,-behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it-he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

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Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live

Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

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Whatever It Takes

(brian greenway/myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap/beeg tunes/frankly blond music - bmi
With all my heart, Im in love with you
If you know me, you know its true
I wont play around, the way that others do
And I can only say, Ill dedicate my life to you
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever it means, I mean to see it through
To feel this way, and to know its right
A sense of peace, when you hold me tight
We understand, all that love could be
To know you care, to know how much you mean to me
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever it means, I mean to see it through
To fall to pieces, would go against the rules
And for all we know, this feeling will show
I believe our love will grow
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever your dreams, Ill share those dreams with you
Wherever this leads, Ill walk that road with you
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever it means, I mean to see it through
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you

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All Will Know Him

When God’s Wrath, my friend, is poured, all will know it’s of The Lord,
As men hide under rocks and in caves, from the only One Who saves,
From The Lamb, on His Throne, His Wrath to the entire world is shown,
All men who refused God’s Truth, shall know His Wrath as vivid proof.

Yet, the very God, whom they despise, wants not to see their demise,
But desires that all come to Christ, to accept His unmatched sacrifice,
That of God’s Only Begotten Son, sent to bring salvation to everyone,
Not wanting to harm, but rescue all, from His Wrath, that is sure to fall.

But, in their rebellion, they persist, while the Love of Christ, they resist,
Knowing there is Judgment ahead, all persist in arrogant pride instead,
The pride causing men to ignore, the coming Judgment, that’s in store,
For every man in every nation, who refuse to embrace God’s Salvation.

Knowing who they shall hide from, and yet unbelievers refuse to come,
To the Only One to save their soul, before His Judgment begins to roll,
From God’s storehouse up above, down upon all who refuse His Love,
Spiraling down from their unbelief, they shall find from Christ, no relief,

All this as The Lord purges the earth, of all who see God of little worth,
And all will know that Christ is Lord, when upon all His Wrath is poured,
But you can accept Christ today, and escape God’s Wrath on that day,
If you will only acknowledge Him, as The One who died for all your sin.

(Copyright ©02/2009)

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Patrick White

All That I Could Wish For You

All that I could wish for you or anyone else
is more than I could attain for myself.
So far from home for so long
as if home were the alibi
that put the distance between me and a lie
I got sick of telling myself
to feel I belonged somewhere to some people
who might look up from the compass
of what they’re doing once and awhile
into the thirty-six years of my absence
and care that I’m not there anymore.
So I wish you a door that opens
before you need to knock.
And a thief in a window you leave unlocked
so he can steal your heart like sterling silver
and pawn it off as moonlight.
I suspect most people are way too clever
to ever be loved the way they want to be
and I’m not saying that I’ve never been graced
by the mystery
of waking up beside someone I loved
dreaming next to me
about things I know nothing of
because love keeps its deepest secrets to itself
like water on the moon
but I wish you the purest of fountains
from the sweetest wellsprings of life
that don’t look upon the reflections of the clouds
or the leaves and birds that come to sip from its glass
as just another mouthful of polluted words
indelible as headlines
disposable as trash.
My light’s been bent
by a lot of black holes and gravitational eyes
in the five billion light years it’s taken to get here
like a past I almost forgot I had
and I’m not saying that’s bad
though it’s relatively slow
compared to the speed of thought
that overtook it like a hawk
coming down on a morning dove.
But I wish you the immensity of a clear night sky
it will take you forever to disappear in
because of all the things
you can learn to say good-bye to in this world
the hardest farewell to master is love.
I’ve always been grateful
for the gifts I’ve been given
and endeavoured like any other B.C. salmon
to make a gift of a gift
by swimming upstream
like a waterclock doubling back on its way to the sea.
Like the retrograde motion of Mars
there may be loops and nooses and garottes in my orbit
and small raw pieces of my heart I used
to bait the trapline
to catch and skin the fishers
that kept killing my cats when I lived on a farm
not very far from here
without meaning any harm to the wildlife
that accepted me as one of their own
and like I did them
left me alone.
Except for the fishers.
So I wish you a free passage through life
where every breath you take
adds another inch of feather to the wind
like a mindstream flowing into an older river of stars
with wild irises blooming along its banks
like blue flames of hydrogen
that stick their tongues in each others’ ears
as if they had something to say to one another
like lovers and celestial spheres
and oceans in a seashell
not well-intentioned highways lined with roadkill
like the primrose path to hell that most of us take
like a short cut back to a worse mistake
than the one we made to get here.
Most of my life
I’ve felt like a fluke of the truth
that was able to win out against
the astronomical odds
of my small chances of having the courage
to stand up for it like a strong voice
in a lottery of echoes
but fortunately I’ve always been
self-destructive enough
to risk everything in the name of nothing
I’ve ever seen
but sensed was near and clear to me
like a warm spring rain on a dirty window pane
like the gardens of ice
that grew out of my breath
like the tendrils of ferns unfurling
like the treble clefs of blue violins
in a sad exiled place
where the truth was music to my ears
that fell like the sound of rain from home on my roots
but felt like all the shattered chandeliers and broken mirrors
had gone into diaspora.
A crystal nacht of jackboots
refused to see the whole
reflected in every part of me as in them
like the yellow star
of the myriad-eyed conspiracy theory
that out shone the black hole they wanted to bury it in
like something you could catch
and put in your pocket
and save for a rainy day
like a ghetto or a bank to bail you out
whenever they got so fanatically deep into themselves
everything they felt
everything they had to say
was a debt to someone
they couldn’t possibly repay
even if they could turn
the bad luck of their swastikas the other way
like the prayer wheel of a poisonous flower
like hate mail disguised as a loveletter
even the wind and the light refused to answer.
So I wish you the mindscape and spirituality
of a generous country with a big sky
where the constellations have no nationality
other than free access to the great sea of awareness beyond
that reflects all the colours of the colour blind stars
and makes them feel they’ve made it home
as soon as their light arrives
like honey bees without borders
to open the flowers
like the passports of Japanese plum blossoms
that travel without i.d. anywhere they want
like the billions upon billions of fingerprints
that never lie about our common humanity
to anyone who needs to ask
who we all belong to
if it isn’t each other
and where we all come from
if it wasn’t from the same dark mother.
Poetry has been the most ardent folly of my crazy wisdom
for as long as I’ve known how to weep and wonder
in joy and sorrow
at the mystery and the horror
of what’s arrayed before us here
with such immensity
even time feels small in its presence.
Keats once said load every rift with ore
and so I have
but the greatest discipline of my calling
the gravest risk
the royal quatternio of Orphic alchemy
in the hands of a master shapeshifter
in the smile of a sacred clown
has been to approach the shining
without turning gold into a base metal.
To taste the water without fouling the well I drew it from.
To look at the stars without getting in their eyes.
To pursue an earthly excellence
that expressed the human divinity
that was born of suffering in everyone
without giving offense to the transcendentalists
who like to keep their gods unattainable
because I could see its immanence
was a lot closer to them
than they were to it.
I could see it in the hunch-back baglady
sorting through a garbage can at four in the morning
for the hidden jewel she was sure to find
if she looked deep enough.
I could see it in myself from time to time
when my mind strayed like a white horse
with an odd-shaped birthmark
in the middle of its forehead
because it wasn’t born lucky enough to be a logo
into the star fields of my reclusive neighbour
like the constellation Pegasus
through a gap in a fallen fence
and she was there to lead it back like a muse
along the Road of Ghosts
and you could tell by the smile on her face
that she’d always met me this way
and that there was nothing supernatural
in what she wasn’t trying to hide.
I can see it in you like light in a lamp
that isn’t cagey enough to keep a dove in
even if it wanted to
and it’s as clear as fireflies on a starless night
that it can’t and it won’t and it doesn’t.
So I wish for you a long love affair
with a passion you can’t marry.
A calling that doesn’t have your name on it
because it doesn’t belong to anyone
but loves the sound of your voice in the stairwell
whether you’re coming or going
and the picture-music you set it to
like morning glory on the moon
to let life speak through you in dead earnest
as if you were wholly possessed by the play
of the hero’s entrance
and the villain’s exit
though you know they’re both taking
a standing ovation in the same doorway.
I wish you the sublimity of a single blade of grass
and a darkness as profound as the shadow of an ant
and a heart like a bell of sorrows so sweet and deep
even in a single tear
it’s way out of its depths.
And in the evening just before the stars come out
and Venus is following
the last crescent of the moon
down in the west
having wandered as far as it dares from the sun
I wish you a soul so expansive and radiant with light
all the nights to come can’t help making
enlightened gestures of glee
toward the court jesters
who illuminate your crown with laughter
like waterlilies that shine up at everyone
out of their dark wisdom
and their artistic genius for working with water
like a Zen master amusing himself
with paper boats that float
like the moon on the mindstream
knowing there’s nowhere to go
nothing to do
no one to be
and no one to set free.
Because the people all know
there’s never been a river
that doesn’t lead to the sea
or a hand or a brush or a pen
following its own cursive script
like the holy book of a lost art
that isn’t written in blood
but makes itself up as it flows along
like a spiral galaxy without a star map
all the way to the heart.
And once the lightning’s rooted in your mind
and blossoms like fireflies
in a garden of insight
I wish you never a thought
whatever the mode of expression
whatever the fashion
whatever the theme
the scheme
the dream
that doesn’t tend like all lucidity
to sweeten the fruits of compassion.

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I Will Live as Long as The Sun

In the basement
back by the sliding door
there is a cabinet full of notebooks
don't waste time on a funeral
say a prayer if it helps you
and read my notebooks if you wish to honor me
you are all in there, believe me
when I am in the ground
don't stand and sob at my stone
read my words aloud
read them because I didn't have the courage to
don't speak of my sad fate
you will have me forever
I am in those books
I will live as long as the sun
If you so choose

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Love Will Live

Love will be living forever
Love makes you feel that He's strong
There is nothing on earth as mighty as love
Love will be living on
Climb up a mountain together
Sooner or later you'll win
'Cause the bad always creeps
While the love goes upright
Love's never giving in
Love will live
On and on
It may shine over you and all those to come
Love will be living on
Loving is more than a feeling
Love makes you sure He's around
It's the father of truth and the father of hope
Love is the way to be found
I lay my soul into Your hands
I know you treat it right
My love, my truth, my constant hope
May shine within your light

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Whatever It Takes To Participate

Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!

Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.

And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.

Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!

And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.

Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.

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Whatever It Takes

Just like a breath of spring,
You came to me
And Id tried to win you back
Since Ive set you free
**(will you break the rules? )
If I gotta
(will you play the fool? )
Every time**
*and Ill do whatever it takes
And whatever the stakes
I will play, no, gonna get you someday*
Seems you dont realize,
What youve got till its gone
And if you just close your eyes,
It wont be too long
Till the one you love,
Starts to leave you
Till she finds her way,
Out the door
(*repeat)
Down on the boulevard
Searchin so hard just to find you
The movie stars in the sidewalk squares
Seem to stare and remind you
(**repeat)
(*repeat)
And Ill do whatever I can
Just to see you again
Night and day,
If thats what it takes
To see you again
If thats what it takes.
To see you again (repeat and fade)

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Whatever it takes Lord

Whatever it takes Lord, for Your will is best
my spirit is in turmoil and I cannot rest.
The sin permeates deeply affecting my soul
and I am in need Your cleansing to make me whole.

Whatever it takes Lord, don't hold anything back
for I have slipped far away becoming so slack.
It is best that I face up to what I have done
I've grieved Your Holy Spirit and wounded Your Son.

Whatever it takes Lord, I deserve all I get.
my sin is before me and won't let me forget.
So I kneel before You and in penitence bow
in need of Your help to work it all through somehow.

Whatever it takes Lord, do not spare any pain
for this sinful life of mine has hurt You again.
I wish to confess these evil deeds I deplore
and to walk back in fellowship with You once more.

Whatever it takes Lord, I want to let them go
these sins that I have been chasing hinder me so.
I wish to put these sinful desires behind me
so that I can become the man You want me to be.

Whatever it takes Lord, I'll face up to the costs
for it will be worth it to remove all the dross.
To lift the great burden and free me up to show
the fruit of Your Spirit and like Jesus to grow.

*********


Whatever it cost Roy, I was willing to pay.
Wherever it took Roy, I went all the way.
Whatever it needed, I was willing to give.
Whatever it required Roy, I died that you might live.
Whatever it demanded Roy, My life I have given.
You need only to confess it Roy, to be forgiven.

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Whatever It Takes

Face to face we embrace
We drink of loves sweetest wine
Whispered names fan the flames
Each touch is frozen in time
I can feel your heart
And the rhythm of it echoes through my soul
Well surely you know
Whatever it takes baby Im gonna be there
Whatever it takes baby youve got to know
Whatever it takes to be true to you
Baby Ill do it somehow
Promises made to last
These are the hardest to find
Touch me now, let me know
Your love will always be mine
As the years go by
And the fire of my love surely grows
Baby you know
Whatever it takes baby Im gonna be there
Whatever it takes baby youve got to know
Whatever it takes to be true to you
Ill love you to the end
Whatever it takes baby Im gonna be there
Whatever it takes baby youve got to know
Whatever it takes to be true to you
Baby--somehow...
I wanna be true to you
I wanna be hugging you, kissing you
Love you all of my life
Whatever it takes baby
Whatever it takes baby
Im gonna give all of my love, all of my life
Whatever it takes baby
Whatever it takes baby
Im gonna give you all of my love til the end of time
(whatever it takes baby)
Whatever it takes baby (whatever it takes baby)
(all of, all of, all of my life)
I wanna be hugging you, kissing you, yeah
(whatever it takes baby)
(whatever it takes baby)
Whatever it takes baby
(all of, all of, all of my life)
All of my life
(whatever it takes baby)
(whatever it takes baby)
(all of, all of, all of my life)
I wanna be hugging you, kissing you, yeah
(whatever it takes baby)
(whatever it takes baby)

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Whatever It Takes

Whatever it takes -We gots to separate
Whatever it takes - All these true from the fakes
Whatever it takes - This is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes - Cause we ain't got nothin to lose
Face to face with aggression, De-bolish and molish the opposition
Armored to be the stronger and conquer my competition
This ammunition, Fills a vision that makes decisions
I told you once before but it's obvious you didn't listen
So listen closely, or next time you wanna quote me
And take my advice, It'd be wise to not approach me
And learn your lesson, Hit this class and you're over session
Failed the test and had no idea with whom you're messin..
Whatever it takes - We gots to separate
Whatever it takes - All these true from the fakes
Whatever it takes - Cause this is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes - Cause we ain't got nothin to lose
Whatever it takes
Transforming the mindset, but how quickly do those forget
One hundred miles of runnin', ain't even broken a sweat
Until the death, We won't settle for nothin less
No need to creep you knew we was comin but still you slept
But it's time to rise up, release your spirit from deep inside
Actin like you was down now that leads to a collide
Best to recognize, Starin at me, Because you shook
Whatever it takes, is what it took..
This is our house..
And this is where we live..
And ain't nobody..
Gonna mess with us, in our house..
This is our house..
This is our house..
Whatever it takes - We gots to separate
Whatever it takes - All these true from the fakes
Whatever it takes - Cause this is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes - Cause we ain't got nothin to lose
Whatever it takes - on and on and on and on
Whatever it takes.. Whatever it takes..
This is our house..
This is our house!
Our house..
Whatever it takes.. Whatever it takes..

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The Everlasting Throes of Those

The Everlasting Throes
Of Those
Who Argue about Poetry versus Prose
And about the Propriety or Crime
Of Meter and Rhyme
In Poetry:


as I see it, it’s back to the ancient Greek idea
of three near-absolutes – Truth, Beauty and Goodness
and although they’re all absolute in their aim,
and therefore theoretically equal,
most of us, I suspect, have our personal order for this list

those who put Truth first at all costs are more likely
to write prose; but if they love beauty in words
and have the urge to write something beautiful in words
they may try poetry; but to them,
rhyme is untruthful, dishonest, because
looking for a rhyme
becomes a crime:
and leads your mind away from the strict Truth.

while those who put Beauty first don’t have
a fixed attitude – they may, as children do,
love the formal music of hearing about
A certain Mrs Dhutti
Who was very slightly nutty
She wouldn’t wear a saree
As her arms and legs were hairy
And thought it was much better
To wear trousers and a sweater
etc.
or they may feel that their response to the world
is so full of love, of awe, of wonder
(of which Aristotle said the second and third
are shared by philosophers, that is, lovers - note the word - of wisdom,
and poets – though a poet
may not know it…)
where was I oh yes, their response to the world
is most truly - note the word - expressed
in free verse
which may be better poetry
or worse

and what about Goodness – oh let’s not
get into that: the poetry Forums are full of the emptiness
(though it’s a necessary evil, looked at in a way)
of poets and readers and critics saying
what’s good poetry and what’s bad
according to them and feeling
they’ve made a contribution to
Truth, Goodness, and Beauty, in that order
by pronouncing this.

some few, some worthy few, and I’ll mention no names
for reasons not unconnected as Milton might put it
with the previous stanza,
whose brilliance of that servant mind which we all share,
manages to juggle Beauty, Goodness and Truth,
in that order in this instance, and not only juggle but
remain faithful to them all; we could call them
The Absolutely Great – they speak straight from heart to heart
and they don’t worry about prosaic considerations like the above
because they’ve got it all, all this, within their art; within
their constant heart.

(Readers, please note,
that last line’s a quote.)

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The Moon Of Truth Will Live Ever Behind

(Written at the very night when Israel attacked the weaponless Palestinian)

At the dawn of the night while standing on the roof,
I gazed at the full moon ascending imperceptibly in the sky;
It seemed as if smiling in the vacancy at the self-indulgent world.
A dark cloud obscured the face of the moon with a thick curtain,
It seemed wriggling to uncatch grips of the blackness.

The cloud assumed the shape of a wolf:
A ferocious animal of the feral world whether eats or not,
Its mouth is ever blood stained,
In an instant the cloud assumed the form of a shark
Swimming into the ocean of murkiness fearing least the contestants.

Through the patches the stars shone far high above
In their own world unconcerned to the happening, changes,
And lives claiming afflictions.
Then the shark of cloud assumed the image of a snake
Or lashing eel, dissipating at each moment
Into a misty substance and then into nothing.
The moon re-emerged with full grandeur,
Glorified smiling, challenging the dark images
To apply their strength.

I came down with confounded heart, smoggy thoughts,
And began to behold telecast of a T.V channel.
I viewed thundering cannons, exploding explosives,
The spurting rockets leaving behind the trails of smoke,
Missiles lacerating air, journeying to the marked targets,
The tanks moved onward in formation
Like tortoise-shaped ghosts of metal, the sightless fighter jets
Dropped bombs on the thickly populated spots,
The buildings stood all shredded, shattered,
And the inhabitants ran in helter-skelter
At the cold pitiless night to seek the safe harbours;
The women scampered embracing the kids
Who hardly knew the cause of confusion,
The ambulances brought shredded bodies bathed in blood,
The limbless children were laid, lined up in queues
But all motionless; the injured tossed on the first-aid tables,
They reacted on each dropp of brackish medicines on the wounds.

The whole drama was staged just to win the elections
Or to restore the lost kudos, the spectators and pioneers of peace
Were on the armada stationed in the sea,
To monitor the game and endow them with the logistic support
Against the weaponless to apply the strength of weapons;
While the clouds of smoke were rising high assuming the shapes,
Of ferocious animals either of shark, snakes or lashing eels
Destined to dissipate into the spheres.
The moon of truth will live ever behind with full grandeur,
Glorified smiling, challenging the dark images,
To apply their strength.

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After All The Endless Longing To Be Who We Are

IN THE MANNER OF BORGES I WRITE POEMS IN MY OLD AGE

In the manner of Borges I write poems in my old age
And dream that they are not only imitations
Of poems written by others
When we all were young.

Instead I go on now in the darkness of the night
Because the fear of what will be
Is always so deep in me
It does not need Poetry or Happiness or any other Meaning
Outside itself.

We are small sands drifting on the edge of stars
Lesser beings of a time we will never know
All that we have done comes back to us over and over again
As if we never were

I don’t believe I will ever write Borges lines
He wrote them in his own imagined words
And I must in my own little life
Suffer to the end of time
All I have not been
And never will be.

God Who is Good
God of Love
You gave me so much
You did not have to give me Poetry also.


THE REAL POETS

The real poets are few in number and largely known by name
The rest of us are endless frustration in aspiration
Words upon words upon words
Dreams upon dreams upon dreams
Getting and going nowhere forever unheard

The real poets find their anthologized place
And we know them over and over and over again
The rest of us just appear this only once
If we appear at all
And our words and our hearts and our minds
Do not encompass and inspire the endless rereadings
Time and Time’s Wounds make again and again and again

We are once only always forever losts
Nothing will save us
These words too coming in the wake of a long night’s reading
Of the poems of others
Cannot sustain and redeem
Cannot be what they would be
Cannot help and cannot save
Me or you or anyone we love
Even as poetry.

God Who Knows All
And in the End Decides on Everything
Has made us smaller even than the Angels
And our place in the Divine Song
Is not as far as we know
Anywhere heard at all.

Goodbye world
We are going
We have done what we could
We have written and written and written
Oxymandias’ poet will remain
And we will not
The lone and desert sands will stretch away
When we are not even a single grain.


THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH THE ENDLESS SILENCE OF THINGS

The world is filled with the endless silence of things
Dreams in old age are not the dreams of youth – and will never be
Old pain in old bodies stirs the imagination to anger at itself
The history of the universe begins somewhere long before we were born
And when Time ends more Time will not begin elsewhere
Parallel universes pose mathematical riddles to an evidence- hungry horde of physicists who live by supposition alone
And yet underneath it all we are biological beings – brains of our own misperceptions
Clamoring clamoring while on the other side of the moon
The cold goes deeper in us than all the distances we will never reach
Mites and Bites and Little Strings Digital waves and wiry wise things
We are all more than a cave painting with buffalo music beating in the fire
Under the darkness once
When we hunted with small eyes the body’s animal prey
Our spirit said mocking melodies of great and good sounds
Let the Maker of All be One in Love
And less than us may there never be new
The world we love and the people we trust
And the endless game of the transitions
This is a hell of a way to be who we are
And yet some say we are dust more than stars
And under the end of the forever we feel
Only our Names will remain not quite real.


AFTER ALL THE ENDLESS LONGING TO BE WHO WE ARE

After all the endless longing to be who we are
We come in old age to know what we dared never dream
That we as we are are less than we will forever be
And all that we have made is nothing beside
What God alone may make us should God have decided
That we are worth more than the interval here of our own small being
Dust is not enough
And will never be
For what we dream
For those we most love
Bones interred and epitaphs made righteous in stone
Cannot replace the vital thing of each breathing being
So so long ago
I knew when my grandmother died that she Bessie Zeibert- Peshie really- had so much love and goodness she should never be gone
Lost in her very last moments seeking a stolen sweater no one had ever taken
A sixteen year old girl in steerage with her first child who would never marry and live only to help his nephews and niece
God of Love
What are we
So many have died
So many good people
And I here officially an old man yet young enough to begin and thrive again in words
Questioning as I did then and knowing more and no more
We are the end and the beginning of the universe humanbeings kind or unkind
Light too is another name for death when it is forever too strong
I see I feel I know
We are what we are
And You will take us home
In a way we cannot dream now
Something so good as many of us have been
Must never die
And You Alone know how
We will survive
In the endless Infinite Eternity which no one who has ever lived can describe
Or truly understand.

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How Many Will Share Christmas With Laughter? Song

How many will share
Christmas with laughter?
That I can't tell you
All I know that christmas
Has a different meaning for everyone
Because they all have different
Knowledge about christmas
And that I respect

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