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Friday, March 24, 2017

Dead Man Tales

Dead Man Tales

By Nobody Important
March 24, 2017

Dead Man Tales

shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies,

do not deceive yourself my friend,
in the twilight of our beings, our corruption, merges and blends,

there is no pride, no honor,
no love remains in the barren morrow,

feeble and frail our hopes lift to the sky,
a mother's wish, a child's cry,

the poison you see, lies within you and me,
an intricate clockwork of apathetic machinery.

... tell me my friend;

when will our blind gaze shy past the egoism and brutality,
that are so elegantly embroiled upon the fabrics of society,

through the silky threads of greed and immorality,
which, much like our desires, overlap and intertwine,
within the hollowness of this reality,

so that our tongue may be freed from the taboos and profanity,
which mist veils the flaws of humanity,

stumbling forth in the dead of the night,
the ghastly vapors still in sight,

drunk in hazardous stupor for what we fail to conceive,
our seven kings, eternal;

...and us, their dreaded queen.

my friend;

we preach visions of spiritual elevation,
gullible bricks held together by the mortar of hypocrisy
and temptation,

within our very temples of hopelessness and arbitrary salvation,
we poison ourselves with the ivy that stems from the gullibility
of creation,

the incense smoke of holy righteousness pours down our visage,
as our pilgriming soul wanders through the dark brume mirage,

feeble flames clawing through the blissful night,
plunging to middle-earth as our wings shrivel and melt.

... my friend, why are you scared?

you lit those very candles, that now betray your flight,
head low, eyes closed, but still looking for the light,

now their hands weigh heavy on your fleeting mind,
quenching your thirst... making you blind.

... do not loose yourself in the etherial stream,
fading away in those emerald waters,

a lost man,
a fleeting dream,

wake up! open your eyes!!
thou art a sailor lost in a sea of lies,

lost? yes.
but blessed with the ability of thought,

research, think... write,
until the the fumes of doubt are thinned to naught,

yet what can a single man do against the currents and tides?
a maelstrom of ink that all encompasses and hides?

I see you... you evil sprites,
armed with the gleaming mirrors of media oppression,

shining, "truth" on all blights,
fabricating ignorance and regression,

brewing the cauldron stirs,
as fair is foul and foul is fair,

through the lies of a pen,
we wage war out of thin air,

how many drops is a life worth?
how many parents must we soil deep inside the earth?

... critical thinking is key my friend,
the truth wears no tie,

and no matter how innocent,
a lie, stays a lie,

contorted and bent they snicker and pry,
but soon the wells of patience shall run dry,

fear that very day;
O devils in disguise,

for when the lambs ascend to lions,
they shall finally realize,

that no matter how many times we try,
to be mindlessly ruled is highly unwise;

'tis a world ruled be the flames of wealth and success,
no place for a newborn's innocence and a mother's loving caress,

for when in the 70's the cross kisses the hand,
and souls become the currency for land,

may the silence of the innocent,
quell the dogs of war,

or the guilty's void,
unleash an atomic roar;

... my friend,
'tis bitterness that which you sense in my voice,

as surely as the wind sails the routes of immigration,
the dollar controls the fate of a nation,

to forgive is not to forget,
neither racism, nor slavery, nor national debt,

to forge forth conscious of the past,
to the promised existence of prosperity at last,

one must first reflect and instruct,
so that our youth may grow smart,
in a world that is violent and abrupt;

as the dove coos humanity to sleep,
my mind still hazy as I drift in deep,

may a lotus bloom on this summer's eve,
as the dukes arms drive a new millennia's breeze,

and humanity, a firefly;
takes to the sky.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Proverbs

Proverbs

By Expotera
March 21, 2017

The man who speaks the truth is always at ease. — Persian Proverb

He who runs after fortune runs away from peace. — African Proverb

He who is unable to dance says that the yard is stony.
— Masai Proverb

He who wants a rose must respect the thorns. — Persian Proverb

We learn little from victory, much from defeat. — Japanese Proverb

Anger has no eyes. — Chinese Proverb

He that beats the drum for the mad man to dance is no better than the mad man himself. — African Proverb

Anger and madness are brothers. — African Proverb

Teeth do not see poverty. — Masai Proverb

Even the best cooking pot will not produce food. — African Proverb

Better little than too little. — Cameroonian Proverb

You can say anything to a man with a full stomach.
— Jamaican Proverb

A beggar on his feet is better than an emperor in his grave.
— French Proverb

If wishes were horses beggars might ride. — Russian Proverb

Better bread with water than cake with trouble. — Russian Proverb

At the end of the game the king and the pond go back into
the same box. — Italian Proverb

The night has ears. — Masai Proverb

Even a small star shines in the darkness. — Danish Proverb

However long the night the dawn will break. — African Proverb

This too shall pass. — Persian Proverb

It is crooked wood that shows the best sculptor. — African Proverb

If your only tool is a hammer, you will see every problem as a nail.
— Gambian Proverb

You cannot build a house for last year’s summer.
— Ethiopian Proverb

He who burns down his house knows why ashes cost a fortune.
— African Proverb

Do a good deed and throw it into the sea. — Egyptian Proverb

Slander by the stream will be heard by the frogs.
— Mozambican Proverb

A flea can trouble a lion more than a lion can trouble a flea.
— Kenyan Proverb

Even the lion, the king of the forest, protects himself against flies.
— Ghanaian Proverb

The young bird does not crow until it hears the old ones.
— Tswana Proverb

A bird that flies off the earth and lands on an anthill is still
on the ground. — Igbo Proverb

Birds sing not because they have answers but because they
have songs. — African Proverb

One who bathes willingly with cold water doesn’t feel the cold.
— Fipa Proverb

You cannot awake a person who is pretending to be alseep.
— Navajo Proverb

If you pick up one end of the stick you also pick up the other.
— Ethiopian Proverb

The tree often hides the forest. — French Proverb

When the roots of a tree begin to decay, it spreads death to
the branches. — Nigerian Proverb

If you cut your chains you free yourself, if you cut your roots
you die. — African Proverb

No matter how beautiful and well crafted a coffin might look,
it will not make anyone wish for death. — African Proverb

Where you will sit when you are old shows where you stood in
youth. — Yoruba Proverb

The death of an elderly man is like a burning library.
— Ivorian Proverb

The worlds of the elders do not lock all the doors; they leave
the right door open. — Zambian Proverb

Wisdom is like a baobab tree; no one individual can embrace it.
— Ewe Proverb

You cannot name a child that is not born. — African Proverb

The child you sired hasn’t sired you. — Somali Proverb

An orphaned calf licks its own back. — Kenyan Proverb

A beautiful thing is never perfect. — Egyptian Proverb

A child is a child of everyone. — Sudanese Proverb

When you show the moon to a child, it sees only your finger.
— Zambian Proverb

Be a mountain or lean on one. — Somali Proverb

We desire to bequeath two things to our children; the first one is
roots, the other one is wings. — Sudanese Proverb

When the grandmother's speak the earth will be healed.
— Hopi Proverb

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Psalms 37

Psalms 37

By A Psalm of David
March 18, 2017

1 Do not fret because of evildoers,
Nor be envious of the workers of iniquity.

2 For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,
And wither as the green herb.

3 Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.

4 Delight yourself also in the Lord,
And He shall give you the desires of your heart.

5 Commit your way to the Lord,
Trust also in Him,
And He shall bring it to pass.

6 He shall bring forth your righteousness as the light,
And your justice as the noonday.

7 Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him;
Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way,
Because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass.

8 Cease from anger, and forsake wrath;
Do not fret—it only causes harm.

9 For evildoers shall be cut off;
But those who wait on the Lord,
They shall inherit the earth.

10 For yet a little while and the wicked shall be no more;
Indeed, you will look carefully for his place,
But it shall be no more.

11 But the meek shall inherit the earth,
And shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.

12 The wicked plots against the just,
And gnashes at him with his teeth.

13 The Lord laughs at him,
For He sees that his day is coming.

14 The wicked have drawn the sword
And have bent their bow,
To cast down the poor and needy,
To slay those who are of upright conduct.

15 Their sword shall enter their own heart,
And their bows shall be broken.

16 A little that a righteous man has
Is better than the riches of many wicked.

17 For the arms of the wicked shall be broken,
But the Lord upholds the righteous.

18 The Lord knows the days of the upright,
And their inheritance shall be forever.

19 They shall not be ashamed in the evil time,
And in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.

20 But the wicked shall perish;
And the enemies of the Lord,
Like the splendor of the meadows, shall vanish.
Into smoke they shall vanish away.

21 The wicked borrows and does not repay,
But the righteous shows mercy and gives.

22 For those blessed by Him shall inherit the earth,
But those cursed by Him shall be cut off.

23 The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord,
And He delights in his way.

24 Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down;
For the Lord upholds him with His hand.

25 I have been young, and now am old;
Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken,
Nor his descendants begging bread.

26 He is ever merciful, and lends;
And his descendants are blessed.

27 Depart from evil, and do good;
And dwell forevermore.

28 For the Lord loves justice,
And does not forsake His saints;
They are preserved forever,
But the descendants of the wicked shall be cut off.

29 The righteous shall inherit the land,
And dwell in it forever.

30 The mouth of the righteous speaks wisdom,
And his tongue talks of justice.

31 The law of his God is in his heart;
None of his steps shall slide.

32 The wicked watches the righteous,
And seeks to slay him.

33 The Lord will not leave him in his hand,
Nor condemn him when he is judged.

34 Wait on the Lord,
And keep His way,
And He shall exalt you to inherit the land;
When the wicked are cut off, you shall see it.

35 I have seen the wicked in great power,
And spreading himself like a native green tree.

36 Yet he passed away,[a] and behold, he was no more;
Indeed I sought him, but he could not be found.

37 Mark the blameless man, and observe the upright;
For the future of that man is peace.

38 But the transgressors shall be destroyed together;
The future of the wicked shall be cut off.

39 But the salvation of the righteous is from the Lord;
He is their strength in the time of trouble.

40 And the Lord shall help them and deliver them;
He shall deliver them from the wicked,
And save them,
Because they trust in Him.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Satan's Minions

Satan's Minions

By Belinda van Rensburg
March 15, 2017

The enemy's always attempting to render
Each upright, faithful Christian defender
Powerless; useless; unable to show
Sinners and seekers the Way to go.

He uses those in his bonded employ
To divert, to bait, to trip and annoy;
To keep us busy so that we can't
Sow good seeds when it's time to plant.

Their lips are full of lies and deceit;
They set their traps for the righteous; the meek
Lying in wait to steal and destroy
Our lives, our faith, our peace and our joy.

Slander and malice are tools in their hands;
Weapons they wield against those in the land
Who are quietly doing what God told them to do
Who yield to God with hearts strong and true.

Be truthful and just and you will see
Satan's minions turn round and flee:
Live in God's Light and you will deflect
The enemy's plans and destructive effect.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Tecumseh

Tecumseh

By Shawnee Chief Tecumseh (1768-1813)
Sunday, March 12, 2017

Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Trouble no one about his religion.

Respect others in their views and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

Seek to make your life long and of service to your people.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the
great divide.

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing
a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.

Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.

When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life, for your strength.

Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.

If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.

Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to
fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are
filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a
different way.

Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

Let us take to the clouds....

Thursday, March 9, 2017

No Love No Mercy

No Love No Mercy

By Joe Fettig
March 9, 2017

In a small world being judged by worthless fools
Blinded by the illusion easily being used as a tool

Keeping the enemy fooled with the smoke and mirrors
They will never know the real plan everything becomes unclear

The slow bitter attack wrapping around there mind like a snake
Taking away the power until the opponent breaks

An attack that is so hard to spot very indirect
Vanishing in the mist nothing left in sight to detect

Fighting all the way to the death
No Love No Mercy until they take their last breath

No mercy in a cold war
Hidden agenda's divided into four

Raining blood through the soldiers eye's
Black operation's assassin of spies

The Art of War flows like the blood for money
Crooked politicians do all the dirty laundry kind of funny

You have to kill a few pawns to get to the Queen
One false move then kill the King

Nuclear holocausts you can already hear the silent screams
Blinded and never awake living an engineered dream

Collapse of humanity new agenda's put into place
No Love No Mercy the end of the human race

Monday, March 6, 2017

217 Poetic Points

217 Poetic Points

By Scott Thomas Outlar
Dissident Voice
March 6, 2017

Poetry is three hawks soaring the sky in circles, with eyes of war
gazing down upon the land of love below.

Poetry is the furrowed brow and quizzical look flashed when the
prospect of a large increase in discretionary military spending is
raised without the slightest hint of irony that the idea isn’t at least
a little bit suspect in its lack of logic.

Poetry is the sound of dissidence off in the distance, drawing
ever-nearer with each new beat of the drum.

Poetry is a restoration of renaissance in the hearts and minds
of humanity.

Poetry is a raucous cry for revolution after it’s been made crystal
clear that such a process must always begin within.

Poetry upgraded its nuclear arsenal with advanced technology;
it’s a bitter pill to swallow; it’s a heavy cross to bear.

Poetry was a fly on the wall during your smoky backroom dealings.

Poetry called shenanigans on all your chicanery.

Poetry placed a bloody rag over its eyes, felt the sting of salt,
closed off the wounds, drifted toward midnight black, watched
neon blue mandalas appear, waited for the sound of rooster.

Poetry populated the earth with seven billion islands,
yet managed to arrange them all on the same map.

Poetry is a simulation unto itself, but likes to play games at the
park with all the other kids on Saturdays.

Poetry laid down the gauntlet, doubled down on its bet, kicked
cans down the street; however, it always looks up at the end of
the effort and smiles.

Poetry is laced with heavy propaganda because the fake corporate news finally took off its gloves.

Poetry swings for the fences, but is still satisfied with a triple
every now and then; as long as there are less than two outs and
we have a contact hitter heading to the plate.

Poetry promises there will be peace after this chaos comes to
a close.


http://dissidentvoice.org/2017/03/217-poetic-points