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The Fallen Warrior
The wind blew gently through his raven mane,
As he lifted his fallen friend,
The Eagle calls from high above,
Then softly does descend.
The Bison roaming, graze and stare,
For this mighty warrior, they show not fear,
Respect they give and pass him by,
As he hug’s his friend tightly and softly they cry.
The battle is lost; he must now lose a friend,
When will this madness, this violence end?
He calls to his spirits with tears in his eyes,
And feels life depart, as his friend quietly dies.
The Eagle swoops down, with his talons extended,
He must lift the spirit from this life that has ended,
Then carry it back, to where it belongs,
To the company of warriors, their dance and their songs.
A painful cry, broke free from this man,
He dropped to his knees, just too weak to stand,
His heart lay in pieces, in the hot sun and sand,
His grief knows no bounds, for his friend was his son.
Then hearing a cry, from high in the air,
He looks through the tears of his pain and despair,
Two Eagles now soaring, majestic and free,
His sons been returned, as a god of the Cree.
Steve
As he lifted his fallen friend,
The Eagle calls from high above,
Then softly does descend.
The Bison roaming, graze and stare,
For this mighty warrior, they show not fear,
Respect they give and pass him by,
As he hug’s his friend tightly and softly they cry.
The battle is lost; he must now lose a friend,
When will this madness, this violence end?
He calls to his spirits with tears in his eyes,
And feels life depart, as his friend quietly dies.
The Eagle swoops down, with his talons extended,
He must lift the spirit from this life that has ended,
Then carry it back, to where it belongs,
To the company of warriors, their dance and their songs.
A painful cry, broke free from this man,
He dropped to his knees, just too weak to stand,
His heart lay in pieces, in the hot sun and sand,
His grief knows no bounds, for his friend was his son.
Then hearing a cry, from high in the air,
He looks through the tears of his pain and despair,
Two Eagles now soaring, majestic and free,
His sons been returned, as a god of the Cree.
Steve
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
The words in this poem came to me like a bolt out of the blue. It almost seemed I was guided to write it.
sine language
hooded red
wink in
stead
these lips
a part
where words
tangle
cherry red
wink in
stead
these lips
a part
where words
tangle
cherry red
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
always blessed to be here
MAN MADE GOD
Muslims, Christians and even Jews
you know your holy books aren't true,
There is no god of Abraham,
Man made god not god made man
No taking snake, no Adam no Eve
All those stories are make believe
No fall from grace no Cain no Able,
It is all just another fable
Just look at the story of Noah's ark
a six hundred year old man , it makes me laugh,
and as for two of every animal on his boat,
It wouldn't be big enough and it wouldn't float
And in geology not a trace can be found
Of a world wide flood that drowned all land
The one thing all your religions lack
is any support from any know facts
you know your holy books aren't true,
There is no god of Abraham,
Man made god not god made man
No taking snake, no Adam no Eve
All those stories are make believe
No fall from grace no Cain no Able,
It is all just another fable
Just look at the story of Noah's ark
a six hundred year old man , it makes me laugh,
and as for two of every animal on his boat,
It wouldn't be big enough and it wouldn't float
And in geology not a trace can be found
Of a world wide flood that drowned all land
The one thing all your religions lack
is any support from any know facts
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Posted: Aug 2016
Post Commentaloud alone
this sheet
papers
pepper words
mouths mourn
bulbs unstrung
like
tongue-tie
veins
quiver
blue sentences
cut / blow
out
papers
pepper words
mouths mourn
bulbs unstrung
like
tongue-tie
veins
quiver
blue sentences
cut / blow
out
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
just stopping by to say hello....hope poets everywhere have a blessed day...
False Doors?
Are we ready for the truth of Life,
or living only by believing,
all that depend on our faith.
So many looks to know the Truth,
still never digging by them self,
but then,do we really have the clue?
Earth is full of different faiths,
with Holy men and Spirits of their own,
swearing,that only members can reach the light.
The Holy men them self,
have seldom made the script,
other made them so much later,
with many stories as help.
Asking members more of it,
how much they know the Book,
most answers are so shallow,
they know it only from the rite.
But if we hardly open any Door,
how do we know if it's the real,
what if it's fake and nothing more?
What if the Door of real, is much more close,
just there inside our self,
and all we need is meditating and browse?
The Heart is not in any Book,
it's deep there inside our self,
nothing more, nothing less,
and there we have to look.
The Heart and Truth are all we need,
and then a simple place to pray,
the Holy is for everyone and everywhere
from there we get the seed as real.
or living only by believing,
all that depend on our faith.
So many looks to know the Truth,
still never digging by them self,
but then,do we really have the clue?
Earth is full of different faiths,
with Holy men and Spirits of their own,
swearing,that only members can reach the light.
The Holy men them self,
have seldom made the script,
other made them so much later,
with many stories as help.
Asking members more of it,
how much they know the Book,
most answers are so shallow,
they know it only from the rite.
But if we hardly open any Door,
how do we know if it's the real,
what if it's fake and nothing more?
What if the Door of real, is much more close,
just there inside our self,
and all we need is meditating and browse?
The Heart is not in any Book,
it's deep there inside our self,
nothing more, nothing less,
and there we have to look.
The Heart and Truth are all we need,
and then a simple place to pray,
the Holy is for everyone and everywhere
from there we get the seed as real.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
There is no God higher than the Truth and as Buddha said "don't believe in what other tell you, not even in me, find the Truth by your self".Friedrich Nietzsche, very popular by modern Philosophers,put Humans into two categories,the Slave and the Mad man and with that he was meaning, that majority of Humans follow everything what is told to them, they are just believers and their minds are like Slaves. On the other hand are the few Mad men,who broke down the old and start the new directions, they are the one who bring in all the new inventions and dig into the unknown, they don't care about standards or roles, they take the risk, go into the chaos and bring out something new.
Nietzsche by him self died in the end as insane, so he was by him self a extreme Mad man.
In the life there are always some extraordinary Humans that explore deep into them self and find from there the Truth and then can give a new direction to whole the Humanity on the level in the time of living.
One very extraordinary man was C.G.Jung, the inventor of collective unconscious, who's Father was a Priest. He went trough many years of Hell in trance experiences,as can be read from his,"The Read Book" that came out some years ago. In that time he had even doubt by him self,if he was crazy, but in fact he had to clean himself from doctrines to be born as a baby, after first diving to the depth of himself and earning the wings to fly to the stars and to become a Human that understood about our psyche and other things, more than anybody before him.
There are always, from time to time some brighter Souls, with bigger wings than anybody from before, to come and clean out the next layer of the shadow and show us more of the light of the truth.
The fundamental still is, that before the next step is reached, there is always first a dive deeper into a wrong direction, before we broke us free from chains and take on the flight.
GOD CRIES OUT
For i am on a tightrope heading towards a bridge.
On either side are people from my church.
Underneath are hecklers among the darkness.
I can see the words ANCC on the left.
The pastor and a group of unknowns on the right.
I am separated by them by a see though wall.
I hear people falling from both sides
where they go into the dark to be hecklers.
I hear them getting loader.
All of a sudden i trip on a plug
which seem to be built from people.
You may say i tripped on power as i climbed
onto the bridge to walk towards the light.
Little at a time the people on my left
dropping into the abyss until even the
the name fall as the hecklers get loader.
I keep my eye on the light as peace
overwhelms me making me feel loved.
As i get closer to the light the wall
gets shorter in height.
I then see a group walking away from
pastor down a separate path away from him.
I am trying to take this all in that
i have been shown to allow the
LORD to lead me down HIS path.
On either side are people from my church.
Underneath are hecklers among the darkness.
I can see the words ANCC on the left.
The pastor and a group of unknowns on the right.
I am separated by them by a see though wall.
I hear people falling from both sides
where they go into the dark to be hecklers.
I hear them getting loader.
All of a sudden i trip on a plug
which seem to be built from people.
You may say i tripped on power as i climbed
onto the bridge to walk towards the light.
Little at a time the people on my left
dropping into the abyss until even the
the name fall as the hecklers get loader.
I keep my eye on the light as peace
overwhelms me making me feel loved.
As i get closer to the light the wall
gets shorter in height.
I then see a group walking away from
pastor down a separate path away from him.
I am trying to take this all in that
i have been shown to allow the
LORD to lead me down HIS path.
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
A dream i have had over the past 3 months. I feel it is an answer to my prayers about my path GOD has for me.
Angels with Harps
Angels with harps on fluffy white clouds
Strumming in sweet serenity
Shiny curls and flowing white robes
And singing in beautiful harmony
Angels with harps, they beckon, they call
For all below them to see
There's wisdom in hope,
There's love after pain,
And forgiveness will set us all free
Angels with harps, they giggle, they tease
Through laughter they bring on the rain
To wash the earth, of sadness and hurt
And let us soon blossom again
Angels with harps on fluffy white clouds
Protect us and teach us to be true
Guide us and help us, be strong and be brave
Have vision and faith like you do
Angels with harps on fluffy white clouds
Wings spread to fly here to me
To carry me up to the fluffy white cloud
My hand is poised, ready to strum,
An angel with harp is now me
Strumming in sweet serenity
Shiny curls and flowing white robes
And singing in beautiful harmony
Angels with harps, they beckon, they call
For all below them to see
There's wisdom in hope,
There's love after pain,
And forgiveness will set us all free
Angels with harps, they giggle, they tease
Through laughter they bring on the rain
To wash the earth, of sadness and hurt
And let us soon blossom again
Angels with harps on fluffy white clouds
Protect us and teach us to be true
Guide us and help us, be strong and be brave
Have vision and faith like you do
Angels with harps on fluffy white clouds
Wings spread to fly here to me
To carry me up to the fluffy white cloud
My hand is poised, ready to strum,
An angel with harp is now me
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Posted: Oct 2014
Post Comment
Angel
In her arms
She holds me tight
Her flowing white robes
Hides her glowing wings
Her halo high above her brow
Tall and elegant
Is she
For she's my angel
Looking after me
When times are bad
She their
When times are good
She watchers from far
For I know my angel
Looks after me
She holds me tight
Her flowing white robes
Hides her glowing wings
Her halo high above her brow
Tall and elegant
Is she
For she's my angel
Looking after me
When times are bad
She their
When times are good
She watchers from far
For I know my angel
Looks after me
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Posted: Jan 2014
Post CommentAnd if I should awake some day to find
And if I should awake some day to find
My dreams spread out like sheets of poetry
Discarded, unread; workings of a mind
That leaped and fell at every boundary
Then what can I say but at least I tried
To keep my aim upon the truer course
And if at times I wandered to the side
I'll not add lie on lie with sham remorse
For after midnight hours with Holy Books
And a century of yogic disciplines
I'll still fall to me knees when some girl looks
And drink the night away with dearest friends
My dreams spread out like sheets of poetry
Discarded, unread; workings of a mind
That leaped and fell at every boundary
Then what can I say but at least I tried
To keep my aim upon the truer course
And if at times I wandered to the side
I'll not add lie on lie with sham remorse
For after midnight hours with Holy Books
And a century of yogic disciplines
I'll still fall to me knees when some girl looks
And drink the night away with dearest friends
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Posted: Feb 2014
Post Comment
An Elegy
My song is of a world long gone
Destroyed by human folly.
And how the race of man was saved, again and again through sacrifice and pain, by those to whom we owe a debt which never can be paid.
Hark to the story of great deeds, Never to be heard by human ears.
Fought on sunless inner worlds, Three shining lights of power, Alone to face the armies of hell.
Time was short for this endeavour, though the end was nigh the enemy
fell.
Now we survive in endless furore, yet none can save us from ourselves.
Destroyed by human folly.
And how the race of man was saved, again and again through sacrifice and pain, by those to whom we owe a debt which never can be paid.
Hark to the story of great deeds, Never to be heard by human ears.
Fought on sunless inner worlds, Three shining lights of power, Alone to face the armies of hell.
Time was short for this endeavour, though the end was nigh the enemy
fell.
Now we survive in endless furore, yet none can save us from ourselves.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
Refers to Operation Karmalight started in 26th Oct.1967 lasting sixteen months in twenty four phases,short and intense of not more than an hour or two,that is assuming the time sequence is the same down there .The armies of Hell were combined under one leader with enough power and technology to rise up into this realm, using the principle of resonance after the energy surge from The Primary Initiation of the Earth on July8th.1964.
Karmic Law insisted on this being effective within a certain time but
The Three Adepts who volunteered for this suffered greatly.
(It was too dificult to present the lines properly)
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