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To you I owe my life and
My sanity

When all was lost you came to me
Showing me a way
A new way of how I could be

A better person
With all my flaws and imperfections
You showed me in a mirror
my own reflection

Scared I was for I saw myself
Hiding away in shadows unknown

Amazing is your love for us all
And you never ask anything from us at all

You simply state as it always has been
That all of us can choose to be happy

Or not

Not by deeds, acts or words
But by our spirits that live within us

Whatever we believe is not a matter of concern for You
You look into our hearts and see what is True

Dear Spirit of Love there is no religion, faith or belief
That can contain You, You are too Powerful and Wonderful for such mundane things

And yet,
In the mundane You appear
Giving hope to all of us that fear

A way for the Truth
A way for healing
A way with proof
A way with real meaning

And it's all free

No gimmicks

No if's buts and maybes

It simply IS

Walk with the dreamers,
The Believers,
The Courageous,
The Cheerful,
The Planners,
The Doers,


The Successful People
With their heads in the clouds
And their feet on the ground.
Let their spirit ignite a fire
Within you to leave this world
Better than when you found it.

There are things I can do, and things I can't.
I can ask for a drive, but I can never ask for money.
I can ask for help, but I can never ask for mercy.

I can ask to lower the volume of voice,
But I can never ask an honest man to shut up
Because he is telling the truth!

There are things I can accept, and things I can never do.
I can accept an excuse when being abused.
I can accept a right word at a right time, at a right place,
But I can never accept a grown up man, telling lies in my face.

There are things I can endure, and things I can never do.
I can endure pain, humanly possible to bear,
But I can never endure the strain of deserted love,
Leaving painful marks on my face.

I can endure endless waiting in queues in stations and shops,
But I can never endure waiting for the return of days,
lost for ever, without solace in their wake.

There are things I can understand, and things I can never do in full.
I can understand when love is gone and is nowhere to be found,
But I can never comprehend people's efforts at justification of infidelity and a blank space in its place.

I can undertsand a behavior on impulse, causing damage and hurt,
But I can not comprehend how virtues can be substituted
by evil deeds, causing pain to soul.

I can think of many ways of finding companionship, but I can't think of parting with love, leaving nothing in its stead,
ruining life, causing a major damage and pain.

I can think of remembering and cherishing past, but I can't think of forgetting past altogether,
though it may be the only possible solution in a sense.

I can welcome being overjoyed when meeting with old love,
But I can't welcome bearing grudge against it,
sweet memories being the only comfort in the end.

This is my credo, this is in what I believe, this is my faith,
Experience taught me to abide by the rules of heart not pain.

Oh Clouds above sing along
For I travel to Shimoga
With my soul-Veena

An embrace on her enchanting beauty,
A fathomless solace engulf the spirit
An inexpressible appreciation she deserves
Traveling near to the ethereal
A harmonic whisper she produce
Filling the void of this seeker,
Edifying this mind her strings dance.

Oh! Tress Sing along
For I travel to shimoga
With my soul-Veena

Appealing to the spirit of ears
A vital gratification she sheds
Heard in the earthly breeze-her sound
A cosmic being her body is
An endless passion overshadows
To be thy half in this birth and in the births to come.

Oh Stars Above-Mother Kaveri, Sing along
For I travel to Shimoga
With my soul veena

“I do not think there are gods,
To whom we make our solemn prostrations”.
This I said, years ago.
Under an angry afternoon.
While the hot sun gazed
down at me indifferent.
I thought about Alokoko,
Of whom our culture speaks;
Sango, Amadioha,Aloshiaraen,
Said to be made by mere craftsmen.
I wondered,
If Ogun has a heart,
Then it is iron.
And Olokun,
A brain made of pounded yam.
And If Alokoko has blood,
Then it is palm oil.
But I still pondered,
If there are no gods,
Who cries while there are flames?
Talks in the rushing of waters,
Whispers in the wind and
Who carries man into the land of the dead?
Still in profound thoughts,
Echoes of black history,
Struck my naked heart,
Resounding these words,
“The Elephant that tries to climb
The paw-paw tree,
Has been drinking too much palm wine”.

Beaten with many stripes, body soared and pained. Non heard my plight, was mocked, was disdained. The thorns; my crown, ate into my flesh. My blood gashing down; soul, extremely distressed. I ignored their questions; i answered them not. They took my possessions; they did cast lots. Villified, but still determine; to finish my goal. Un-imaginable, my sufferings, was taking its tole! I bore sins, convictions, with two have noughts; thieves. What a great contradiction; against things i taught. Hanging from a cross, i, left to die. Soldiers, without remorse, being silent, i cried. My god my god, i call out; i thirsted. My friends scattered abroad, i, bore the curse. Forgive them my father, i pleaded, looking above. This was his answer: son, this is love!

Oh! how sweet that touch, my moment of grace. I didn't know much, then, my first taste. So precious the feeling; it drew me near. I found myself yeilding, when it first appeared. There is no equal, no experience to compare. Unique are it's sequels; a mixture of love/care. Much like a soathing breeze, it encompassed my soul. Call it "a spiritual tease", wooing: "come" i was told! Forget "your" romantic nights; such the sunlight ends. This bright adoring light, it's truely a friend. It didn't try to leave; after a one night stand. Grace, embraces and cleaves, took me by the hand. For cleansing of the heart, grace is precious and dear; a swirling spiritual bath, until christ re-appears.

I take the Merciful One's shape, the Merciful I am.
The Spirit Absolute, the word of God and the Koran.

I was the one who told the secret of the burning hills
I was the bright fire's Abraham. I'm Moses and Imran.

I'm Jesus, Alexander and the water that gives life.
It's immortality I have, the source of life I am.

I am the sea, its coast I am. I am the shell and the pearl.
A pearl not only of the sea — the ocean's pearl I am.

I'm thought and beauty. I am attributes. I am desire.
I am the portrait, and the lover charmed by it I am.

I am the balm and doctor, the recovery and pain.
The sufferer the relief of suffering I am.

I am the Holy Book, its letters, he to whom God spoke.
The word, the one who spoke it and the argument I am.

The bearer of the cup I am, the wineseller, the drunk.
The spring of Heaven, the winepourer, the wine and cup I am.

I am much-repeated prayer. I am hypocrisy.
I am the one-God faith and of that the flame I am.

I am the Joy-provider, the All-merciful, the Wise.
Beatitude, Eternity and Paradise I am.

Know God, acknowledge him, Nesimi! You are mankind's son
And I am he who did receive from God the name of man.

---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----What if there was a lost and forgotten text
One that tells a differant story of Judas Iscariot
What if of the twelve deciples he was Jesus closest friend
The one He told the secrets to of His Father and heaven
The things that the other elevens hearts could never comprehend
What if the betrayal of Christ wasnt designed by Him
In this lost book Judas was given the followed star
He said you will mourne for a time as others will watch you fall
But was this left out of the bible due to the heresy
To call this man a saint who had to fulfill a prophecy
For thirty pieces of silver He was betrayed to man so that He would die
Scripture would be fulfilled released from flesh He gave His life
Hello Rabbi and he gave The Son of Man a silent kiss
He said do what you came to do I will rise again after the crucifix
Tell me what do you think implausible or is it possible
That this divine plan was established so that we all could live
Without this beautiful betrayel and ultimate sacrifice
Than the day that I was born would certainly be the day I died
And I would never of known Him and what love is to be alive
So He stretched His hands out to the world and He gave His life for mine

I dont know you,
you don't exist..
you're the reflect of my fears,
I don't like your skin color,
your way of speaking,
you're a alien,
your dreams are not mine..
you're not able to love,
like a civilized..
I hate you because,
you have my appearance..
why are you colored?
why a gay ?
why someone else,
I can't understand..
why are you a poet ?
why a philosopher ?
a thinker ?
not a honest worker..
your difference,
like a dagger,
like a danger..
please mister other..
free me,
from the bonds of myself..