Monthly Archives: Apr 2018

The growth wickedness

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Society divides

Then sub divides

It does this constantly

Time after time

Like cells in the body

But not the good kind

More of the cancerous type

And grows like a growth

On the body of life

Yet still we continue to divide

Into enclaves

Into to tribes

Mistrusting each other

Building up hate

Encouraged by the system

And by the state

The media ramps up

The xenophobic fear

The government and state

Do their best to smear

While trying hard to appear

As though it’s caring and good

We need to eradicate this cancerous growth

For the body’s good

Only when humanity

Is cured of the sickness

Will we evolve and transcend

From this division and its wickedness.

Mind of mine

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Mind of mine

Vanilla clouds drift across cinnamon skies

On promenades immortal I sit wondering why,

The ages of past lives don’t live on in the mind,

Except deep in the subconscious within the mists of time,

Whimsical notions of what may have been

As I now wander through the saffron gardens,

In search of the long lost lavender road

The leads me to places from times long ago,

Where silks and spices were carried as cargo

By merchants of trade in search of gold

And as I wander through this evergreen crested

Verdant green luscious hillside,

Through azaleas of dazzling colours

I soon get the sense,

That so much of life is created in mind

And you can choose as to whether it’s dull or sublime

But me I fill it with memories of beautiful things,

As I sit under the Bhodi tree listening to nightingales sing.

Sort it out!

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Sort it out

That’s all I hear,

At home at work

It’s everywhere,

Got a problem?

Then put it on me

Need something doing

Then put it on me,

Everyone moaning

About what’s not done,

Everyone else standing around,

So much needs doing

But only one me,

I feel a slave to this life

Is that how things should be,

Everything being sorted by me,

Don’t answer back

Just sort it out!

Never stop questioning

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I hear questions like why did God desert us

Is this case or did we desert God,

Or is the atheist and nihilist right and true

That God don’t exist it’s a ploy to control you,

All these questions open up the mind

Is biocentrism how conscious reality is defined,

Or is it all like the matrix plugged into the network

Asking questions like this never hurts

And investigating answers for yourself will only serve,

To widen your knowledge and horizons in ways

That you deserve,

For not just accepting what you’re told or what you’ve heard.

Question everything if you see it does not fit,

Step out of anything that comforting,

Because this breeds complacency

And you become idle of mind,

New discoveries and answers are appearing all the time

So don’t be blind

And open your eyes,

It’s about being a seeker,

Not just acting like your wise,

A wise man knows there is still much to learn,

In truth we know so very little about anything in this world.

Astonished

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It never ceases to astonish me

just how little we believe,

that we are not alone in this universe,

they say it’s nonsense there is no life out there,

that if there was proof governments would share

that information with us all,

this kind of thinking is for arrogant fools,

that in an unlimited universe

we are the only living beings here on earth

and no other planet, milky way or galaxy,

has the ability to sustain life,

that belief seems statutory for some

and I find this quite astonishing,

I find this unbelievable,

it’s not a view that I can condone.

 

Via: daily Prompt: Astonish

 

We all bleed red

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Systemic is fear

Of different cultures,

Endemic is the thought

The colour classifies,

I don’t see this as true

But I see others do,

The institutional hate

That’s promoted time and again,

I see the individual,

I don’t put them in a box,

I see the unique in all,

I see everybody as one race,

My love for all

Transcends all barriers,

I welcome all,

I want nothing to do with exclusion,

We are one family,

So cut away the illusion,

That you are not the same

We all bleed red when cut in the end.

No good hanging on

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Life is hard enough,

Love can be harder,

We can find someone

That makes our heart beat faster

But then you find they don’t feel the same

And what you thought was a perfect fit,

Is actually not the way,

They don’t see it the same,

They then choose to walk away

And leave you heartbroken each day

But you have to find the strength

To let go of them

And start to find a life

Of a different choosing,

Don’t try to hang on to

Something that just can’t be,

You just have to let it go,

Just let the love be free.

I still hope

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When I was younger

I had this dream I would never die,

That I would be immortal

And that I have plenty of time

And now I am older now,

My mortality is clear to see

And that time is running out

But that doesn’t scare me,

I still hope to shine my light

I still hope to do some good

I still hope to share the love

I think we all know that we should

And in my darkest hours

I never fear no more

The length of time we have

To make our mark on life

I’d like to make my children proud

I’d like people to be inspired by what I write about

I am just trying to get a message out

I still hope to shine my light

I still hope to do some good

I still hope to share the love

I think we all know that we should

And as my eyes dim

And my energy’s receding

I will echoing

The same words with my final breath

I still hope to shine my light

I still hope to do some good

I still hope to share the love

I think we all know that we should

And as I fade away

I hope I am not misunderstood

I would give everything

To bring about a better world if I could.

Blind to beauty

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The true concept of beauty

Is governed by the mind

Filtered through the eye

In a split second of time

We know when something is beautiful

And it happens in a single heartbeat

It stops you in your tracks as you absorb it in

But many lose this sight for they are distracted by many things

I have to say I grieve for them

Because they don’t what they’re missing

A life where beauty passes you by without being noticed

Is no life to me at all

And you may as well be actually dead

I see no reason being here

If you become so easily and unbelievably distracted

From creations beauties.