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FALLACY OF THOUGHT
The earth was once thought to be flat
My grandpa never wandered far away
Lest he tumbled at the edge and fall
So it was with rising and setting sun
After a daily heavenly crossing at noon
Men also thought the earth was fixed
And everything else revolved around it
They were wrong, we know better now
Fallacy of thought, the seed of superstition
Like a Friday which falls on a thirteenth
A black cat on our path brings ill luck
Man- made creeds directed to control
With apprehension of fire and brimstone
To those who don’t conform to its canon
Superstition grows, invalid views swell
Gripping men and limiting their knacks
Reflect on the mistakes we have made
As a consequence of the error in thinking
Call it a condition of real mental slavery
For no one is actually free from false belief
Teach man to think and to realize his link
To strive towards the potent and the latent
Not clash of ideologies and false beliefs
That confines man to fear of the unknown
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Inspired by an article in an old manuscript, It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics
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Thu, 2011-08-04 04:40
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I am beginning to get what you mean and I hope in trying I will get there. The two untitled pieces came out flowing as a result of your comments and I paste them here for you to see, they are not yet ripe. Thanks and best wishes.
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Other words come
Flowing unceasingly
Like the spring of life
from the early days
As fore runners
Bearing witness
For the one to come
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Colour may be elusive in demise
The encounter devoid of yarn
Since none has come back to tell
We can only imagine the scale
From the entity hovering around
Recording birth would be losses
The fête that follows a baby’s birth
Will also see grieve in due course
Death has colours, some may say
By stroke or high blood pressure
In mosquito transmitting malaria
A heart attack that numbs the brain
Or Immune deficiency syndrome
A cancerous tumour too late to go
We see black turned white and grey
Sometimes red in violent outbreak
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A rekindled faith - Dancing in the Light
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