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XOx Uriah xOX
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since 2006-02-11
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0 posted 2006-04-02 03:09 PM



Hear the whinning masses , that fall short of their goals,
as they stumble in stride along Life's jaunt...
Unaware that the Powers grant success to all souls.
Each heart receives all that it wants.
What appears to be failure to the struggling hordes
is merely misperception of self.
Our true hearts are known and held in accord
when the Heavens grant each soul its wealth.

I know of a people...Once noble and grand
A race of spartans who thrived upon war.
But now, having been crushed 'neath an enemy's hands
they lack the pride and strength to fight more.
In the past, tributes to combat were held in great length.
Scars were a symbol of power.
They measured their power by their enemy's strength.
The greatest foe could not make them cower.
With each foe defeated...They longed for a greater.
Conflict a must, if they were to stay strong.
Then there came a pale foe...claiming to be battle haters...
Who kept their wars bloody and long.
Their power was great.    Their blood would be sweet.
The battles should bring much to savor.
But now, the spartans, having tasted defeat...
scowl and cringe at war's flavor.
Based on their beliefs...They should hold their heads high
For having such an ominous foe.
Instead, they feel weak and do not know why...
Soul's must reap what they sow.
A dispirited people, weakened by pride,
whom the past continues to daunt;
Unaware that all reason is to be found inside
and each is granted all that he wants.

I know of a people... Who look with great pride
upon their persecuted past.
Unaware that to carry such haughtiness inside...
causes the suffering to last.
Generations in bondage....   Then freedom obtained
Their struggle is their greatest strength.
But, the past cannot fade being forced to remain,
and will surely return in Time's length.
They honor the egg...  As a symbol of endurance.
Of their ability to overcome stress.
It offers them pride and persecution insurance
that they may overcome all of Life's test.
Through the tribulation of the cooking process...
The fragile egg becomes stronger in form.
All other foods soften and yield under stress.
The egg alone weathers the storm.
Such is the glory that they give to the past.
Such is the pride they carry inside.
Strength drawn from such... 'til their ways at long last...
Reaped them a new source of pride....
There came a great army...  Led by one they called mad...
He chained them and kept them in hunger.
Under such persecution...  They should have been glad.
Some were cooked.... But did not grow stronger.
Based on their ways.... They should have felt pride...
For upon such,  much pride had been based.
Fate is dealt upon what's felt inside
All was routine in this case.
What was pride...   Now is grieving
Gaunt images haunt
Perceptions are deceiving
We get what we want.

I know of a man...  One of those I call friend....
Who loathes the System with all of his heart.
He is  Anti-What have you  and longs for its end.
Of the world, he desires no part.
He scoffs at the working class who try to fit in.
Despises the powerful and hates those of wealth.
He sees their desires as the greatest of sins
and desires none for himself.
At the threshold of Hunger...  He curses the fat.
Homeless....  He curses construction.
Blaming all this upon all of that
Praying for its day of destruction.
What others strive for... He wanted none
None...  Is what he has obtained.
He growls at the night and curses the sun.
Shouts of FREEDOM, while rattling his chains.
As the population polishes its trinkets
He has no possessions to flaunt.
He is somber and although does not think it....
He has been granted all that he wants.

The cases are numbered by the children of Man
And in each case...  the story's the same.
All that befalls is dealt by our hand
Without gods or demons to blame.
What appears to be failures to the struggling hordes
Are merely misperceptions of self
Our true hearts are known and held in accord
When  Heaven grants each soul its wealth.

© Copyright 2006 Larry F. Leake - All Rights Reserved
Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989

1 posted 2006-04-02 03:13 PM



Now this, sir, is one spectacular write.
SO many lines stood out for me, but this one
in particular

"Each heart receives all that it wants."

grabbed me as I sat here nodding my head
in agreeance and understanding...

Simply put, outstanding....

seek the flame within yourself
and let your soul be cleansed by
the fire of love.  Axel Ekenstierna

curiouse
Member
since 2006-03-21
Posts 277
england
2 posted 2006-04-02 03:39 PM


wonderfully emotive and full of life as yourself
you are a master
bows bows
curiouse
(giggling here)

Curioustity is a fine gift...

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