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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:37:04 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:37:04 GMT -5
S O W H A T
So what if you’re Maori? So what if you’re Jew? So what if you are European? Or come from Timbuktu?
So what if you’re Black so what if you’re White? So what if you’re Yellow or Red? I don’t even mind of You’re small and Grey with huge eyes in you overlarge head So what?
Who owns the Land? Who owns the Sea? Who owns the Atmosphere? Who can it be? Who owns your behaviour? Who owns your thought? Who owns the language you have been taught?
Who owns the Shelter the Food and the Clothes? Who owns the Garbage? Who do you suppose? Who owns the fences the jails and the graves? Who owns the new Bore - Who owns Their Names?
So what if you’re Indian? So what if you’re Negro? So what if you’re Russian? So what if your Eskimo?
Who owns the Mountains? Who owns the Stars? Who owns the stench that comes from who's cars? Who owns the Children the Women the Men? Who owns the Gods the Angels and the Devils then?
Who owns the Judges the Lawyers and the Law? Who owns the Money that Pay’s for the War? Who owns the Blood that runs through your Veins? Who owns the Cities the Farms and the Grains?
So what! You’re a Christian? So what! You’re a Buddhist? So what! You’re a Moslem? So What! You’re the greatest and Goodest! So what?
Who owns the Sperm? Who owns the Eggs? Who owns the Brains inside every Head? Who owns your Freedom? Who owns you’re Rights? Who owns the Darkness and Who owns the Light?
Who owns Your Hands? Who owns Your Eyes? Who owns Your Truth? Who owns your Lies? Who owns your Joy? Who owns your Tears? Who owns you Days, Your Weeks and Your Years?
So what? You’re an Agnostic? So what? So You’re an Athiest? So what? If You’re an anti Christ So what? If You’re too damn pissed! So What!
Who Owns the Air and the Breath that You Breathe? Who owns Your Desires, Your Want’s and Your Needs? Who owns Your time? Who owns Your Art? Who own Your Soul? Who owns Your Heart?
Who owns Your Mansion? Who owns Your Shack? Who owns that Monkey strapped to Your Back? Who owns your Country? Who owns The Earth? Who owns the Galaxies and the Whole Universe?
So what? If you’re a Dead Man So what? If you’re a Ghost So what? If you have the least? So what? If you have the most
So What?
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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:38:33 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:38:33 GMT -5
D R E A M S O F A F A L L E N A N G E L
With and Iron Fist around the Heart of the Earth With a bitter twist on the minds of Men With A frightening list of every Human Birth With A flick of the wrist -It could be over by then
With the poison words off a bitter tongue To the voice unheard ‘pon a crowded street Strong and absurd “thy will be done” What has occurred to the throne at your feet?
From the softly said and the soulful sigh To the voice in the head of the Sovereign Lord To the broken bread and the question why? As the answer bled from the wound of the sword
From the satisfied looks - To the expression of panic All the time that it took was a blink of an eye In consulting the book an how to capture a Planet You just find a good hook and you take up the cry
And If I held my breathe for eternity If I chose to rest - would it matter to you? If I took that test - would I cease to be I can only guess -but what would that prove?
With my feet in the mud and my thoughts on The Earth For the sake of a hug - Would it break my heart? For this flesh and this blood and this pain and this birth Could you show me Your Love - Or would it tear me apart?
From the Angel Knights and the waiting Ladies The Dragons sight was thus restored On that crimson night no more hidden dangers As the ‘wrong’ and the ‘right’ were both ignored
And on that coming day which ended that world How the fearful prayed while the peaceful slept Know the price was paid for that most valuable Pearl Shared by all who forgive not forget.
William Waterstone
2000
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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:39:23 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:39:23 GMT -5
B E F O R E T H E B E G I N N I N G
Forgotten? Impossible! How can this be? Did I forget You or did You forget Me? Was I lost in a dream? Did You make the dream real? Was it something I did? Is it something You feel? Is it unrecognisable - hard to address? Does it help Us to know Who Created this mess?
Is it really a mess? Or the Truth in disguise? Is it some thing that opens or closes Our eyes? Does it sneak in the shadows and rob us of choice? Does it scare Me so badly that it stifles my voice?
Are We so Darned alone in this big Universe That everything You can do I can do worse? Am I so scared of Life I’m afraid to let go? Does it act against faith just ‘cause I need to know? Am I something You thought about just to explore? So you can be somewhere like never before...
...To have a beginning - a middle and an end To embrace the whole concept as a Lover and Friend Does the reason regarding Space being so dark Have some thing to do with You being the Bright Spark!
Is it all just a clever joke? Seriously so? Did You speak the punch line...Eons ago? Am I too slow to trust? Are You too fast a Friend? Are We enemies still? Are there places to mend? Is God and the Devil one and the same? With one half to ignore and the other to blame?
Do I see Prime Creator below and above... ...One item alone - Unconditional Love Do I know what it is that I feel to accept? Should I never assume or come to expect?
Is My Soul full of memories locked up and sealed? Will the secret within - One day be revealed? Can I help in the process or get in the way? Should I learn to be quiet? Should I learn how to Play? There is something about It All I like a lot! Like a Think I have known...Then somehow forgot!
Must I learn to Trust the Thoughts that I have As being something that isn’t at all to call bad! How else but happy should This Person Be? Free to seek Freedom - Free to Be ME!
William Waterstone
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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:40:36 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:40:36 GMT -5
S O N G F O R T H E G O Y
Led astray by their pride all the Ancestors lied - and were lied to By the 'gods' of the skies - Merely 'men' in disguise... ...but they had the power to fry you! The 'Gods' hate the Wise Men every now and again They tire of this blood thirsty evil To their ultimate shame - Men always blame Their actions on the one called 'The Devil'
I think and I do ...And Goy so do you We Goyim are lined up for slaughter With each word from our mouths we do unto ourselves We do unto our Sons and our Daughters And stuck in between the Pauper and the Queen Are the 'rich' with decayable treasure Swimming in wealth set aside by the self Same man exhausted by pleasure
Yes it's all very nice to be 'needing' the Christ Have you asked what on Earth it needs you for? To run around in the nude with the same attitude As the 'Wise men' you're willing to die for? If you don't like the way that I say what I say... ...Well don't hate me I'm on Mother Earth - 'cause me mom gave me birth... ...But she didn't create me....
Who holds the mind of the blind leading blind? The voice in the air which deceives us? Behind all the fables are their voices of Angels Whispering something about 'Jesus'? And the magic of Thought - Was it sold and thus bought? And who do our own thoughts belong to? Are we sweating and puffing for something that's nothing? Which Princess should I write THAT song to?
Have I got some advice? Have I even thought twice About what it is that I'm saying? Is it worth dying for? Can't I simply ignore The Children Deaths Attitude is slaying? With my head in the sand I'm a perfect bike stand For those who may wish to park there But I'd rather be dead than to bury my head (Besides which... it's really quite dark there)
Well we can't blame the 'Gods' or the 'Wise men' with rods Nor any whom we don't control We can't blame our Mothers - Big Brothers or Others Nor the One who has rights on our Soul We can't blame the 'Angels' nor fear of all dangers Nor 'Devils' nor 'Demons' from 'Hell' So we blame Adams seed...and we blame mother Eve But haven't we learned their way so well!
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Jan 18, 2012 20:41:25 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:41:25 GMT -5
F O R T H O S E W H O C H O O S E
For those who scribe their symbols upon the Mother Stone For those who’s thoughts awaken to the fact you’re not alone The midnight Cities tremble as billions hide from Joy Wait and pray their enemies - Their gods will soon destroy Their are no gods above your world eager for this role They choose to watch and wait and see what magic will unfold
For those who choose to criticise - What do you expect? Perfection is an attitude that you want me to forget Please don’t even criticise the image you reflect If you Loved you then you’d Love me - that’s something to protect I do not ask a killing god - I have no thing to kill I did not even want the Christ to die upon the hill
Noisy in the corner noisy on the street Noisy little Children making noise around the feet Love the little Children as all goo gods can do Don’t be afraid of me - and I won’t be fear in you Little Ones to this belong to all who know this Truth Life is Love but only we can offer up such proof
Santa Clause is coming - Easter Bunnies been Don’t be afraid to start to once again believe the dream Remember you are Human - Learn just what this means More than just a habit - Take a break and make it clean Nothing is impossible to those who know this Way Invisible you will see as Mystery fades away
For those who hide their Science as a thing they must protect Please allow the Heart it’s place beside the intellect Ignorance will veil the Truth as something to be feared The Truth is always different to how is once appeared All is as it should be as it changes day to day Forever is each moment in this space I Love to play
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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:42:01 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:42:01 GMT -5
I N T H E S H A D O W O F T H E S T O N E
In the Shadow of The Stone - I stood in wonder I called upon the Heavens - And They replied with thunder I meet my maker - I didn't need to die Saw my creator - In the blinking of an eye In the Shadow of The Stone
In the Centre of The Stone - I gazed to see An image frozen solid - of a distant Galaxy I saw the future - Mine for the making I saw a future - For the Giving not the taking In the Centre of The Stone
On the Surface of The Stone - I looked on Life More Mystical in beauty - Than a Woman or a Wife In all detail real - Pulsing - Breathing - Loving - Needing And sick enough to heal On the Surface of The Stone
In the Blood of The Stone - I found a River An Ocean Sky - Cloudburst - On a mission to deliver Life to the Living - The Power of Pure Water Free and Forgiving - every Son and every Daughter In the Blood of The Stone
In the Glory of The Stone - I saw a Creature A Pearl of Great Price - A Mother and A Teacher A Provider - To Her Plants and Animals A Survivor - Gifting Children with Her skills In the Glory of The Stone
In the Shadow of The Stone - I bowed and prayed Not for any other reason - Than the fact that I am Safe Thank You - My Mother Earth Thank You Too - The Universe - For what my Prayer is worth In the Shadow of The Stone
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Jan 18, 2012 20:42:46 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:42:46 GMT -5
B E M Y F R I E N D
You know No body said it would be easy No body said it would be hard Some receive fate off a silver plate And some at the turn of a card
You could get through this Life to discover That dying really isn’t death at all Your eyes could open wide at the other side You just don’t know what’s over that wall
I don’t wanna hear no more that you’re ‘sorry’ Just never ever do it again And If you do - I’ll Love you but I’ll worry that you forgot to be my Friend
If you’ve got no body to hold you Take a good hold of yourself There is treasure inside but why does it hide Why do you bury such wealth?
If there ever was a reason for living If there could be made such a device One thing that I’d pray - Is that I could stay On the Living side of Life
I don’t wanna watch us go through these motions I wanna see how we behave when we are free Just like the Lend is part of the Ocean You are A Part of me
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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:43:19 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:43:19 GMT -5
L A D Y
Lady I’m told that Life can be cruel I think You know now that I know this is true We all find it hard to stick to the rule We all have to find out the hard way
We All lost a Princess we all lost a Wife We know what it’s like to be thirsty We All lost a Sister - We All payed the price And We All lost Our Mother of mercy
Lady I’m sure that the weak and the poor Will be no better off now You’re gone Well just have to find Someone Else ...To pin Our hopes on
The faster We go on these shit-kickin’ roads The quicker we come to the ending What you were was a dream in the gloss magazine Which billions feed off in a frenzy
‘Though We cry and We mourn and throw flowers Your way We are Part of the Beast which diseased You And ‘though records are made - it is still fair to say You were never quiet Mother Teresa
Lady I Love You - the icon You are But the fake overshadowed the real Yes the Saint of the gutters - Taught us All that it matters And it’s better to Give than to steal
2001
William Waterstone
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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:44:00 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:44:00 GMT -5
T H E M Y S T E R Y
Welcome into the Mystery Now watch as Heavens Spiral reveals to you your mortal history A Soul once lost - returns to One Welcomed with open arms My Heart Is Yours My Prodigal Son We knew You’d reach Us in the end You're weary Soul enlightened -Frightened by the Lives You're had to spend And We rejoice once Fallen One We watched You lifted as You turned away From Shadows to The Son
Yes mighty are the Deeds of Love! Ancient of days unnumbered they that wondered knew of Life above Revealed to those who chose to seek From Mind’s Eye to the Heart the Power imparted with the Truth They speak And while You will now to be Free The Power to devour still lives within They who will not see That what is sown then shall They reap As grace refused by All who hear the call and yet who chose to sleep
The Guardian. The AngelKind Speak Their Thoughts into My mind They The Voice who speak as One They and The “Fathers Son” And sometimes Fear the Words I hear Cut Me to the very Heart But in the Words I find the strength... ...And in The Love of One
Unnumbered are the Chosen ‘few’ Their Duty to The One...So will be done on Earth...so will be done for You! The Lightening struck the fire burned And from warm ashes rose the Knowing One Within the lesson They had learned And from that Moment time stood still Treasured - Unmeasured Life breathes on as Life it Always will So speak this day no more of death For who conceives of such? That mortal touch will no more steal Life's Breathe...
...Welcome into the Mystery...
William Waterstone
2000
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Poetry
Jan 18, 2012 20:44:35 GMT -5
Post by William on Jan 18, 2012 20:44:35 GMT -5
T H E S T R A N G E R
Alone Their stands The Stranger in a World not of His Kind He sees the only danger are the Thoughts within a Mind He walks among the Humans and the Humans do not see Tied up as they are with Their insecurity
He moves within the shadows which the fearful Ones Create He does not wish to suffer at the Hands of Those who hate He Lives and Dies and Lives again - His vision Crystal Clear He shuts His Mouth and does not Speak to Those who do not Hear
And as the Centuries rolled on by His Quiet Power Grew Until the Day he Owned the World - It’s secrets He now Knew Quietly and carefully He let the People choose To have it their Own way for They believed They couldn’t lose
And Like a Shepherd with His Sheep - He thus set forth the Dogs He built a fence for Their defence - They called these fences ‘gods’ And from Their backs he cut Their Wool - Unlike the Sagittarian He did not hunt He did not kill - He was a Vegetarian.
And by the time He'd reached this stage He could no longer die It didn’t matter to The Stranger - Death had left His side To some - Eternal Life on Earth - Would soon become a curse But The Stranger was not Earthbound - He had the Universe
And so He watched and gathered All The Ones Who changed their Way And watched Them Share the Secrets in the Universal Play And Death too did not bother Them - They had no point to prove With mysteries to unravel - And lots of hidden clues
Now Many are The Strangers Friends - Many are His Kind And no thing now is dangerous to Their Peace of Mind Forever is a Long Time Now - So Time cannot be lost Because the Answer came to Zero when They’d counted up the cost
2001
William Waterstone
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Feb 3, 2012 2:24:18 GMT -5
Post by William on Feb 3, 2012 2:24:18 GMT -5
WHY IN THE WORLD
You can call me a thief if you wish - I won't take offence Well I've done my share of stealing But if we care to tear away the pretence We'd discover a shipload of thieves Wheelin' and dealin' So if you picked that stone up to throw at me In the name of common decency - What can I say? It's a bitter twisted image reflected back at you Tell me - Is that any better way - To behave? I guess we had it coming - We haven't had enough And in the end we're left with - Ashes - And with dust Who in the world? What in the world? How in the world? Where in the world? And why - oh why Are those graveyards filled with the bones of those born? And thus those destined to die? Death is such an ugly subject tell me Do we mourn for those dear departed souls? Or for ourselves - Left behind Waiting - Breathing - Pulsing - Fearing - Lonely And yet afraid to die I guess we had it coming - We haven't had enough And in the end we're left with - Ashes - And with dust And if you put ten Humans in one room and told them That they must take to survive And returned sometime but not too soon You will discover - Not one of them alive And if you put ten humans in one room and told them That they must give to survive And returned sometime but not too soon You will discover ten happy humans - Still alive Where there is need - The need is to give The gift to receive - The gift of life to live Who in the world? What in the world? How in the world? Where in the world? And why, oh why, But wait - I forget myself - As the words pour from my soul and mouth There is God and there is Devil - There is servant - There is rebel There is plenty - There is need - There is contentment - There is greed Overfeed and near starvation - One Earth and many nations Peace and war - Love and hate - Rich and poor - Give and take I could go on - But you get the picture The Earth is poorer as the world gets richer It's a mixed bag of good and bad - But as I understand it to be true One cannot destroy good or evil - One can only change And you can't change me And I I can't change you
William Waterstone
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