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Do not dismiss the Empire of the Sword, Recoil from the archer's sting. Flee the battleground, as evil lurks and mocks. A reckoning cometh Behold a mushroom descends over The Black Forest, as angels weep for man. Author MAXThis message has been edited. Last edited by: MAXIMUS PANDAMONIUS, | ||
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Let the riff flow through you Let it shine and dissipate Let the riff channel love And blow away your hate Let the riff sustain you make your mindbody great Let the riff be your flow Your tao, a pure zen state. Let the riff embrace you Unburden mental weight Author unknown | |||
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| Fifth Column Freeper |
I long for a deep faith, The kind for which Mountains part, crumbling Under their own unfathomable Weight as they scramble, Bewildered, to free a space For the presence of Yah within me. That faith for which I long Would move those mountains, Driving them beyond view, As the rumbling of earth and rock, The sonic shock of their rupture, Splitting the air like some Tangible steel could be heard For many miles. This faith, you see, would run Deep within me, coursing Through taut veins like so much blood, Fueling me with a spiritual energy That gives rise to righteous action; A faith that forces me to Cling fiercely to the Creator of All things, like eagle’s talons that Seek the purchase of secure tree limbs. In this way I would be perched Firmly on Yah’s mighty arm. My vantage point affording me a view Of the unseen. This faith would Seal me to Yah, encasing me in an Unsurpassable love that spreads eternal. Yes, truest faith. The kind that breaks open The old me, so that I can be Emptied of doubt; Emptied of the Poison of sin, and filled yet with a New heart, and a grand portion Of the Ruach, leaving me a clean Vessel, entirely dedicated to Yah’s purpose. Pure. Yea, this is the faith for which I long, and the promise of its Possession keeps me in pursuit, My attention singular, my focus keen That I might not miss its arrival in My heart. For Yah has already Dispatched this faith from the heavens. Author Kingdom Prepper | |||
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I keep my poetry pretty much to myself as I can't stand harsh criticism lol. But this one seems appropriate for the times. The Second Coming By William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? ______________________________ Don't pet the fluffy murder cow. | |||
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This has always been a favorite along side Rudyard Kipling's "The wrath of the awakened Saxon" I'd post it if I knew how on the phone. | ||||
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THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON by Rudyard Kipling It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily moved, They were icy -- willing to wait Till every count should be proved, Ere the Saxon began to hate. Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight. There was neither sign nor show When the Saxon began to hate. It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the state. No man spoke it aloud When the Saxon began to hate. It was not suddently bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, When Time shall count from the date That the Saxon began to hate. "This destiny does not tire, nor can it be broken, and its mantle of strength descends upon those in its service." - Francis Parker Yockey, IMPERIUM | |||
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. | |||
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| Fifth Column Freeper |
Happiness Isn’t Found in Things, but in Virtue Alone – It’s All About What We Value and the Choices We Make | |||
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Khalil Gilbran We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them", "Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart", and "Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself". His work, particularly The Prophet, is a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. Here are some more notable Khalil Gibran quotes: On love and relationships: "Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love". "And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation". On joy and sorrow: "Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding". "When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy". On life and death: "For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one". On giving: "Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need". On knowledge and action: "A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle". On silence and speech: "You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts". On the self: "You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth". On work: "Work is love made visible". On the human condition: "Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit". "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars". | |||
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