A poem written by TheAmazingAtheist when his father passed away recently.

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Another one by Nick Gisburne:

No More God in Schools

Intelligence not superstition
Fills the mind and clears the vision
Don't they realise religion's fake?

Audacity in telling stories
Praising God's eternal glories
All our children's minds are now at stake

We didn't all evolve from monkeys
Lemurs didn't spawn our junkies
Eve was not accosted by a snake

We need the clergy to admit it
What they want we can't permit it
No more God in schools for goodness' sake

If Only.

If only i could turn back time
If only i could appreciate what you did
If only you could stay a lil longer
If only my thinking were more matured

If only i could say what i really feel
If only you would treat me better
If only there were no temptations
If only i had stayed on

If only i had not make that decision
If only we were meant for each other
If only time could heal everything
Will we be able to start again?

--stupidfied--
January 2008

*got my inspiration from Turn Back Time by Aqua

Don't we all need some of this...

By Nachi who lives in Mumbai, India.


There is something living inside a poem.
a beingness coming from a world of its own.
that breaths in & out in unconditional love & ease.

Its blessed with a grace of unique kind.
living beyond the scope of laws of any kind
it lives on simple understanding
that cant be explained to a rational mind.

The world turns itself blind, unable to see the beauty of this world
with their mind chattering, without a pause,
blocking out this calling of love from the poetic realm.
none can understand this living harmony anymore
as everyone is so busy managing life..

While the world waits with aching minds wishing for things to change,
for enlightenment and soulful awakening to come and be
this poetic realm..neither wishes nor awaits for anything to happen or to be
for it understands this completely that enlightenment is just to be at ease.
its as simple as this.

sometimes its not a matter of distance to be traveled
but that of will, to be lead in the journey.
only a poetic heart can decipher this code of this living
as its bestowed with a simple and clear understanding

In this beinginess every step becomes a destination of a new kind.
and every destination turns into a step of reflection
bringing everything together for one purpose alone..called Love.
Here time stands as a witness and Gods stand as Angel
as all is enveloped in Grace that washes over the humanness of life

Everything that touches this life, this beingness
is blessed with a subtle transformation taking place in itself
where the excess baggage of information & knowledge, troubles & pain
all melts into nothingness..and only love remains in the offering..

**

Dear Hearts,

Namaste,

I have been writing poems for last few years..and been dreaming about being a poet all of my life. Although there are many intentions, motivations behind turning a poet..the biggest of them all has been that with every poem and creation I get a glimpse of this peaceful, serene, poetic realm.. I don't have any words for that world.. A spiritual guru and guide has coined a phrase called Easy World for a spiritual world. Maybe I'd call this poetic world an easy world..full of grace, love and light.

There are times when I feel deep connection with this world..a sense of belonging as if I am from this world..and I have promises to fulfill..may not much through actions or words..but just by being.

This poem is personal, honest, from my higher self..about my higher self..having sacred connection..With every poem in recent times I have tried to explore, move in further in understanding of this world, of my higher self..and though on conscious level I do not see significant change..I have certainly been feeling the roots of this higher self reaching to the core of earth. I hope this will signify as growth, positive change in me as a person, poet..and also would give me something more to share with you.

Just as this poem is personal..its also universal. its not about nachi or any one person. This world that I see in my vision is for everyone..infact I feel many of you have a deep connection and sense of belonging with this world..and hence are doing, being who you are.

I am curious to know what you feel about this poem.. I would love if you could read it any better than me..I am hoping that it will speak to you.

Thank You for allowing me this space, time, Your Attention and Love,

Much Love and Gentle Hugs,

Nachi

What is yours to sing along with?
What is yours to go by with?
What is yours to speak with?
What is yours to feel with?

Is there a song that is you and me which is us
Is there a place that belongs to you and me which is here
Is there one word, one thought form that is the universe
Is there a love that is of you and me that IS

Petai - November 2007

Happy Valentine's day everyone

... you are the grease that fry my bacon....

Sharon J

I'll write you a love song
When your nowhere in sight
I'll get all the words wrong
And I'll sing it a night
I'll tell you of your beauty
And the life in your eyes
I'll say it's our destiny
But you'll think that it's lies
'Cause I've said it in silence
When you are not here
You'll think it's with malice
And it'll bring only tears
How can I show you
That it comes from the heart
And the words are all new
Hoping the impression will start
You thinking of only me
Hoping you will forget
All the madness you see
And try to show you will not regret
Giving me the chance
To be by your side
And hold you in the dance
To fill you with pride
16/4/1995 copy right Schitzoziriss' real name.

Wrote this while thinking of a female I was infatuated with. Her only word to me was, no; after I asked her to go out with me. Writing poems for woman only ends any chance with them. I wrote Janet two and haven't heard from her since.