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I HAVE WEPT

I have wept for many but the many held their tears
I cried for many but the many remained still, until
I turned dumb and words escaped me, drowned in thoughts of wonder
Despair has griped me, but just for a moment yet that moment remained

As if for eternity...

I reached out to many but many were too many
Weariness, fatigue I ignored, thought these could not possess me
I fell into deep sleep and wondered, and wondered still
Why they are so sealed with silly pride and strange unbelief

Then I entered their past and…

I understood their sorrowful plague and their limitless wants
Their longing and wishes for life's most precious gifts
Yet these have escaped them and tormented their dreams
The curse was still there like the bloody nail stuck in the cross

Atoned for, forgiven, yet unexplained

This nail I speak of, the Kenite had driven through holy hands and feet
This hate, this rage, the untamed bitter spite of things eternal
So holy and dear to some of another stock unknown to the Kenite
The one who roams earth's hidden clefts, hunted by torments

Unable to repent

* * *

THE ALMIGHTY BUCK

Hear the thunder hear the roar
Righteous rage and much more
Calloused heart a hardened soul
Feel no pity for the dying world

What matters is gain the old smelly muck
In many forms like the almighty buck

Hear his sob and see her weep
These are orphans left on the street
Rubble, trash a decomposed meat
Ill and diseased they fall asleep

The wealthy still chases his luck
And keeps on counting the almighty buck

I spread my arms and call the meek
Perhaps they’ll hear and then retreat
From vain pursuits and fleshly delights
From the pride of life and glittering lights

Drowning in values where they are stuck
Obsessively counting the almighty buck

Now to convert those filled with pride
Is a losing battle it is useless fight
The vein pursuit of the newfound belief
Is that money and riches dispel their grief

And based on this theory they act amuck
Fanatically counting the almighty buck

* * *

THE LIBERATING FORCE

Bound up with pride of this very short life
Shortening its span and quality even more
Bound up thoughts rush to bind up others
The unsuspected the innocent and still free

The need for company but only in the same
Is the drive yet unknown and yet unexplained
A truly free soul would never enslave
Another soul born free into this world

Only slaves make slaves on a massive scale
Bondage leads bondage, blind leading the blind
They fellowship in blindness within the confines
Of that ditch they fell into, which they hate to forsake

What else could they do but hate their bitter serfdom
Hearing the message of freedom so clearly declared
With many echoes it repeats itself but then it dies
Sunken into that ditch, into a swamp and quicksand

The sound of freedom slowly dissipates and then is no more
It joins those souls that longed for freedom but were sore afraid
To pay the price of nonconformity to stay unique and free
Amnesty’s proclaimed your prison bars swing open

The ransom note you’re reading now is not a contract
Nor punishment-carrying binding note, it carries no threats
No doom no gloom no fires of hell or a slave-master's whip
Instead of iron fetters I give you a feather light thought

Born when the Almighty created the Firstborn Word
By which He made all things free, unconscious of self
Free souls entered the dust and dust oppressed the soul
Free thought entered the brain and brain oppressed the thought

Oppression won’t cease for it spins around itself
The desperately unhappy ego cries for more of the same
The eluding gratification lacks the staying power
With a full-blown hope it yearns and aches for gratification

But it only spins around the beaten paths tread by many
They fell asleep with the hope that one day they will be set free
This hope for freedom resides only here where it’s needed most
In the sphere divine it needs not be for it comes here to liberate

This hope I speak of here carries an awesome force behind
Hope is only a door that leads into freedom’s corridors
It leads to bright light and the unconfined agility of thought
That stirs the inner regions and does make them unstuck

The bonding glue slowly dissolves when codependency melts
The self-righteous trend, accusing voices, condemning thoughts
Ramble aimlessly they roam the waterless spaces of netherworld
Seeking whom to devour and eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner

It feeds on illusion while staying hungry, unsatisfied and with an appetite
For more of much the same repetitious aimless wanderings out there
In the world where freedom is unknown where bound-up souls roam
Where truth is rejected and it’s most glorious liberating force

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HUNGRY

Hungry for food I’ll give a morsel
Hungry for gold find pick and shovel
Hungry for fame then find some talent
Hungry for sex find yourself a spouse

In all other events roll up your sleeves
Fill your and your wife’s mouth with food
Feed your family and even your pet
Take a boat on water catch a fish or two

Thirsty for a drink, but not from your well
Thirsty, dry and parched may be your lips
But is your heart thirsty for more than a drink
Can it beat for others to the tune of justice

For little children; for black and white
For creeds you know and those deemed far out
Justice and mercy is the purest drink
It puts a smile on a sad face and soothes the soul

Don’t drink by yourself until you’re drunk
Don’t eat alone beyond your waistline
Don’t let each heartbeat lose even one beat
Please let it also beat for those in great need

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IN THE BEGINNING

In the beginning was the word, but before the word there was no beginning
And before the beginning was another beginning, but of another realm
And this realm had no beginning for it always was; it evolves into spheres
To which one attributes no beginning and no end, but one listens and hears

Transcendent, not captured, not grasped; much less possessed by a mortal
Knowing start but not the finish; who drinks water and eats his daily morsel
Something endless does not translate into alphabet; numbers are fatal
The prod to define time come from its haste it thrusts upon its children

Suspended in time but time has emerged from the timeless realm of which
One thinks in finite ways unable to bypass jolts of the time’s whip
Church clocks strike bells on quarters of each hour but they don’t know why
Man in lack of this commodity fell in love with time chasing it like a bride

Hopeful bridegroom seeks to marry time and find respite in its confines
But time eludes his ardent moves making him chase this most illusive bride
Into obsession it drives his mind while senselessly falling in love with time
Your fathers fell prey to that same devious trap by chasing procurement

Of something money can’t buy.

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