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Saturday, 19 July 2014

A man's war

Would the winds hold form
Seeing the rivers bloat 

Over fed by the hills 
At the start of the stream 

A little trickle 
A little trickle down it flows 

Is God, one known to favor 
And with selected preference 

To owe allegiance to man 
But not to all men 

To watch blindly as man 
Destroys another 

All in his name 
Martyrdom in his name 

They yell and scream "for your blessing"
His name before battle 

We fight for our God 
This is for the lord 

How is that to be explained 
I created all the universe 

Yet I can not win the hearts 
Of all men, not all men on my side 

This is man's war, all of it 
This is man's greed, all of it 

Masqueraded as a holy war 
A jihad, a crusade; this is man's war 

From the beginning of time 
This has all and always been man's war 

Yet with so little value on purpose 
Since we keep lying to ourselves 

That it is, anything but a man's war 
All of it, all the blood, all the pain 

No morality to fight for 
No course so great

And God wanders why 
And what to do with us 

Fighting the two thousand year war 
Just to destroy all that he created 

In his name 
This has always been man's war

Monday, 14 July 2014

God's Religion

If God made religion 
It would be like the air we breathe 

With no difference to the type 
And amount we breathe  

No class or grade no authority 
That will oppress the vulnerable 

No tags, or symbols 
Of affiliation to a clan 

Everyone will be equal 
With equal access  

No chosen ones, tribes 
No promise land 

Wherever you are on earth 
If God made religion 

 If man made religion 
It would be with difference 

Every few miles we travel
With lies and  it would demand we kill 

Kill for our difference, our privilege   
And in belief of our difference, our promises  

Structured to be with authority 
And oppress the minority and vulnerable 

In society, having no empathy 
For those different from us

More like politics, like politics  
Just like politics, made of man  

Thank God the religion he/she makes 
Is called spirituality 

Just like the air we breathe 
Free for all with direct access 

No third parties needed for access 
.#Philosophy #Spirituality #Religion 

If God made religion 
It would be just like everything else 

That God has made 
Free and natural  

Just the way God is 
Free and natural 

Loving to all 
In nature 

If God made religion 
God's religion 

Thursday, 26 June 2014

Rising Star

Rising stars on the tip 
Of mountain stands 

Shooting across the heavens  

Light years away 

And at night I can see the cosmos 
Read all the stars like horoscope  

Count all the constellations 

Until I fall asleep and travel 

Like a rising star 

Up in the mountain stands 

Across the landscape valleys 

Unto the ocean waves

Seeing the moon tip the sea 

Sparkling each wave  

If sight was made for anything 

It has to be just for this 

Rising star on the tip 

Of mountain stands 

I see the greatness in you 

The child that stands mountaineering hills 

Rising stars on the tip 

Of mountain stands 

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Old Souls Second Chance

Now is the most illusive of times 
I might have just captured magic 

But like the winds that freely 
Sieves through my palm, fingers wide 

Before grip, I hold it as empty 
To have just missed the moment 

The magic, the awakening 
A paradigm of paths 

On cross roads eastbound 
Awaiting for forever and ever 

We are not descendants 
of old souls, buried and gone 

No, not that as the paths laid 
We are old souls reincarnated 

Taking traits of our old beings  
Our looks, our characters 

Our emotions on repeated play 
You remind me of your grandfather 

You are so much like your grandmother 
Looking just like your aunt, uncle Peter 

Now is the most illusive of times  
Magic moments that are rear to witness 

But somehow we get the opportunity 
All over again, a face time with now 

To witness the magic it holds 
Should my soul remember  

We have been here before 
Like deja vu, all over again, like deja vu 

Thursday, 22 May 2014

The money issue; how rich are you

What is money
First put yours away 
Before I succeed in talking you 
Out of it, I might just do that, succeed  

What is money  
Such role play that stems as blood 
Running through our veins in capitalism 
Green eye monsters as slaves to its cause 

What is the value of money 
How do we define money 
Wealth as a subject of money, money. money 
What would you do for money, money, money 

Old friends some as new 
But all the same, made this acclamation 
I would give everything away for money 
For what is happiness without wealth and glamour 

So I ask, what is money, what is money 
Money, money, money 
Its a rich man's world they say
They sing and throw feast to celebrate 

Money is the compensation 
Event for time spent my time bought 
Anything worth our time in value 
We do not get compensated for, we get rewarded with 

Love, family, friendship 
And the list goes on and on and on 
For value is defined as essence 
And money has no essence only as a prelude  

If I am to break up a relationship
Friendship or for love any that matters 
The worse aspect always to me 
Is the time spent in making the memories 

Wasted memories. corrupted memories 
If by virtue of the broken chain 
I would have to do without such memories 
Which clogs up my memory banks 

This is why we are never satisfied 
With what we earn, insatiable appetite 
Unless we are passionate about 
What work we do 

And the reward is from that satisfaction 
Money is a compensation event 
Which in itself is a substitute compromise  
As a concession no compromise is as the true value 

Money is a means, through 
Passage path we walk on to journey 
Not an end, a facilitator to open doors  
Not the accomplishment never the accomplishment 

The very rich turn to philanthropy 
To attain a sense of true value 
Not compensated value 
To get that pure joy of soul satisfaction 

What is money again 
It is giving to Caesar what is Caesars 
But knowing Caesar is only getting a share 
After the fact, not as the fact 

Do not be a slave to the money man 
Follow the passion in you with dedication and strive  
And money would come as a by-product 
After the fact, being of Caesar's make 

Wealth and value is not money 
It is the uncompromising experience 
Of reward that satisfies the soul 
How rich are you 

What is money 
First put yours away 
Before I succeed in talking you out of it 
I might just do that succeed 

Mark 8:36 
What good is it for someone 
to gain the world 
yet forfeit his soul 

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