(in)tolerant deity
http://www.npr.org/2011/01/04/132645952/police-pakistani-governor-killed-in-gun-attack?ft=1&f=1001 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_Inquisition http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crusades God's will...or man's?
Saved!
Jesus saves!
Amazing grace!
The sound of grace.
Its mysterious
This story is NOT based on true events, just testing out my poet skills, please comment if you like it.
Empty Tomb
Christ has indeed risen!
Let me die
Jesus asking the father to die for this lost world while in the earth someone is bleeding in the parking lot.
Thinkin
Quietly I write the words that flow from my head to my pen. I never know when it will happen-possibly now maybe then. My mind has been full of emotion-smiles, frowns and tears So much more and intense than ever before in all my yea
unwelcome prayer
an extension and widening of a long time favorite "prayer" I know... http://warprayer.org/ http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sarcasm - n: greek sarcasmus: "to strip off the flesh”
The forbidden fruit!
What is this fruit? Does it have a name? I will tell truth, though not seeking fame. We heard it's forbidden, nothing else we know. This truth was hidden, a long time ago. Much spoken about adam, we heard about eve. The suttleness of satan,and how h
Her Journey
Musical Journey of Padmasini Narasimhachar Padmasini Narasimhachar is a name that is synonymous with the world of veena players in Bengaluru. This flawless veena player was born on 1932 in Mysore, Karnataka to Sampath Iyengar and Sreesamma, a family that had musical syllables embedded in their daily life . Her father had prolific thala gnana to the extent that he used to play ghatam without formal training in the instrument . She got married to Narasmihachar at the age of 12. Her formal veena training was instituted at the age of 13 under the guidance of Sreenivas Bhatt, after a short stint of 8 months with Sreenivas bhatt, she had further guidance from H.S Krishnamurthy. The call of mother hood came to her at the age of 16 and from then on she turned out to be the mother of 9 children. Though the labor of managing a big family as a mother and also as a devoted wife was arduous, she never let lethargic values rule her world, rather was content with veena learning. Unlike these days machines did not support running a household, rather mothers of those days had to depend on traditional methods to ensure food and cleanliness in the household. The physical labour for running a household was a painstaking process, but to the credit of this mother of Nine, she found time for veena practice during the early morning hours between 3.a.m to 5.a.m and evening during 6.30 p.m -8.p.m. ! This thriving spirit of vision envisaged on the realms of music engulfed a tremendous energy on her, resulting in producing a fine veena player in the history of Carnatic music. Her first concert was on the auspicious day of Sri Rama Navami in Mysore. Mother has seldom given open consort’s, rather was more content in passing on her authentic, traditional and rhythmic classical knowledge to seekers of Carnatic music which continues till date. However she always performs during Thyagaraja Aradhana as a tribute to her Guru. For almost 30 years she passed on her knowledge in an institute – Shree Sarada Sangeetha Vidyalaya, with almost 60-70 students attending the classes every year. These students were trained from Junior Veena to Vidwath Examination. Her commitment and dedication to veena is beyond words and the hardships passed through in obtaining this godhead knowledge are enviable. Padamasini Narasimhachar puts her knowledge filled wisdom in simple words ‘I do not know from where I drew the strength to manage such a big family & play veena. It was not done with any materialistic intentions but was done only with the sheer passion for wisdom. Without the blessings of Perumal it wouldn’t have been possible – I am thankful to him”. It’s this sheer surrender, passion and bhakthi for the divine instrument that lifts her status quo in this planet. A status quo of godliness envisaged by many……..
Of Birth, life, love and...........?
How I perceive 'the journey' and its possible conclusion.
A Journey of Faith.
Explaining ones faith in anything is not easy but I've tried!!
Thank god!
Never miss the opportunity to give god thanks.
Judgment Day
Life is not but what we make we never say life’s a big mistake. We look for love and for fame it’s all in the way we play the game. We call our shots we make our bets and hope it’s one we won’t regret. But all too soon life’s games at end and
Consider Him
Some times you just fill like u've had it all, you just have to look up and ask Him to carry all that load off you back, coz without Him we can't make it.
"I am a Love acolyte"
While they experience Lust I keep on being single Like a diamond dust Trying to be bright and simple I remember my Master He is so humble and tender Nowadays my life is a disaster However i won´t surrender Please remember my beautiful and inv
Exalted
Just thought for a while to see what I could bring to mind
THIS MAN AIN'T GOD'S FAN
I HAVE RUN OUT OF GODS TO CURSE, INCLUDING JEHOVAH---I WAS THINKING ABOUT BUDAH BUT THEN REALIZED HE WAS JUST A FAT PROPHET, NOT A GOD******AND I DIG WHEN THEY ASK "DID YOU WRITE THIS POEM" AS IF ANY OTHER POET COULD CONCEIVE OF SUCH HORRID, HORRIBLE AND HATEFUL THINGS!
The secret magic of the Thunder Angel
As a devoted catholic I find the world of my magical friends the angels.An atractive blessing the blood of their essence beats in my heart that is why in occation I am also called by folks and known by "The Thunder Angel".In a way to say thankyou to God I dedicate to my future love this inspiration hope you like it and write me back thankyou.
Sanctuary
done under my previous serpico12
"Why?"
With such unrest and turmoil among men throughout the world, it just seems there would be more effort in seeking out the REAL solution to these problems. That solution being, THE ONE who knows the end from the beginning!
State of Mind
Should be self explanatory, if not, I'll explain.
BRIGHT DARKNESS by the inimitable ~free cee!~
MARK DAVID CHAPMAN WROTE ME AND INSTRUCTED ME TO WRITE THIS POEM
YOU
Loving you...
The Last Supper
reflections on that last supper
Feast On This
Wrote this poem for an inspirational audition. However, I ended up doing another poem. It just seems as if it is a little "hard" or too aggressive. I've been told it has a wonderful rhythm though and I should put a beat behind it and another verse or two.
"Gloomy Night"
Autumn... Nights growing colder and love kept in a silent perspective Full Moon and gloomy moonbeams Perhaps the World is sorrowful, suffering several calamities Another sleepless night to me Candle light at my dark bedroom, my obscure shrine R
The greatest love of all!
The passions of christ!
Saving God's Angels
Hands too weak to fan horsefly that feast in open mouths. Skin hugs closely to dry bones. Their breaths are traces of death. Lips are shriveled and cracked, as the parched Gadabeji. Tears suck soft gaze dry, but silently they cry. Eyes w
From Rome to Arabia
Prophecy
Outside the Human Box (Cinquain)
Time Eternity Holds Serenity Divinity Infinity Where lives the inner life of all Time
Faith (Cinquain)
Faith Invisible Comprehendable Believing Resting Trusting Connects with a higher power Faith
My paper reality
Philisophical depth is essential
The soulfull stranger
The gentle rippling blue waters of the golden beach the glint of hot suns rays, the glare of the sun rippling off the waters edge catching the eye of the soul full stranger on the waters edge bare foot is he with his bible in hand ,he strolls
The Ninety and Nine
Be a good Shepard: Save the world Ninety and nine safe and free. Secure world peace. End world hunger. Disease no more to be. Can these be done By my power alone; Or, must I turn to Thee? In remembrance, do this. In love, do that. An
Infinity
Words are like mellifuluous music cascading down a waterfall of spirit erupting at the bottom in a symphony of soul.
Hands of Easter
Reflection on the Easter story
Don't Break My Heart! Easter..
Don't break my heart Don't let me fall to the ground as meaningless dust Don't tell me love is an illusion Don't tell me hope is a trick mirror of the mind Reach down through time.. Find me Tell me your story in the inner man Tel
“WAKE UP”
We all wake up; We all look much older; We all battle to find motivation- To roll out of bed; We all lack the inspiration- To find inner peace- And let our souls play. Wake up, world stop spinning; Look out, it’s a terrible morning; Wake u
Touring Tests
the bumps and bruises of purgatory tours on this rock. from the book "worded moments of wandering moods"
~If upon~ (Happy Easter everyone)
A tribute to a very special weekend. Easter. God bless everyone.
Risen..
Jesus has Risen through the Power of the Holy Spirit and Jesus is living and who accept His as a personal Saviour will live forever with Him ......