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  177.     

The Feet Where Stand

The shielded egg hatched beautiful art,
Weather passed, stormy wind blown-grown smart
Pursue learning confess hidden gift intends
So alive, triumphal exclude the artist unseen.

Aye! The fools eye vision objects unreal
Capture the grandeur designed of imitation thrill.
Famous astute dark subjects tightens illusion;
Of variety example mirror identity stilled on motion.

The feet where stand unleavened dust sinners haven,
Magnificent fame nailed purpose the martyrs prayin'
Wealth dread to loose thus revolved around its circle
Influence elaborate effects on studio of ancient oracle.

Order, simplicity commission, belief characterize virtue
Domination, power, honor, fame, wealth anoint actor undue,
On the stage where the feet stand do chin up-composed.
Undefined identity sickened path at theater exposed.

Oh! The flesh kiss the dust. Alas! here say;
Such beautiful art ascends did farewell today
The actor overlook pleasure rather contentment,
Much knowledge to selfishness controlled the lovely element.
 
Dona Jean

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  178.     

Life Demands

Seek out the wisdom to hold your body as a treasure,
To train it in the ways of the Lord not just pleasure.

To seek the deeper identity of true life,
To build communal harmony despite strife.

Action, creativity and love all abilities of deeper identity,
Be not trapped in a superficial personality.

Boldly carry the essential truth, above all slime,
Instill inside a vital and dynamic sense of time.

Be not confined by the religious and cultural expressions of past,
The truth demands reformation and fresh expression to last.

Rising from the labyrinth of materialistic and commercial culture,
We must defeat the nasty greedy egotistical Vulture.

24/05/2014
 
Perveiz Ali

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  179.     

Email Hell, Death is Less Painful

Is there a limit before they skim it
for me?
At this point, I have only 450 unanswered
emails
to read

Is that a sign of mental sickness
or just a minor lack of quickness?

I'm kinda hopin' 'they' kill my account
that way, no tension will mount.

Do I have to deal with that 'stuff'
I'm not feelin' it today, nor tomorrow,
nor yesterday I guess
nor last week,
months now?

A mess? Yes

but not for me
just lost friends/family.
Not really
just a lost me

Maybe the solution is to be a non-entity?

forward more obscenity?

Delete it all, assume new identity?

Delete is all, assume no identity
 
Mr. Nobody

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  180.     

IDENTITY CRISIS!

When born, I was called “baby”
And later they called me “Abby”
Within 5 years they called me “student”
And for 7 years, like that I spent
Then they called me “teen”
I loved it and felt like a queen
Then I was called “woman”
And those times, were the best
Then some one tied a knot and called me “wife”
I hated those times, it was horrible and gross
In years I became “mother”
It was beautiful but tough
Then being called “grandma”
My times got better and better
Then at last I was called “old”
And my body was frail and cold
All this time I wondered,
Where my identity has gone
Some where in the middle, I had lost it
Through the ages, I had a crisis
An identity crisis to say!


DECEMBER 23,2008
 
sania harris

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