Poems.
Care
Avidya
Feel
Know
The
Key
Child
In The Pot
The Working Mans Lot
Oneness
Strange
Care
So now we have seperated ourselves from
nature
Levelled the mighty
forests
Killed and caged the mighty
beasts
And still we think we are
pure
Took the life out of the water that gives
us life
Polluted and filthed the rivers and
oceans
Where are our minds
now
Our freedom is gone....Sold
To the highest
bidder
We have been fooling
ourelves
Never once stopped to
consider
My tears are for the proud
people
we once were
Where are the ones
gone
The ones who used to care
Avidya
In the whiteness of falling
snow
Rests the clarrity of
mind
For you to see
If you have the privilege of
holding the key
All will be revealed as questions
are asked
Our doubting family lost in the
labarinth of ignorance
Lifes but an illusion for you to
grasp
Nothing to hold onto
Nothing to last
Feel
Every day I percieve the
subtle energys
That you
leave
For me to
use
Nay not
abuse
The love flowering from your
heart
Life spring forth in glorious
prayer
To know and feel if I but
dare
And tread the
path
So many have
trodden
Oh but the masses how they have
forgotten
Know
From the flower that shines
through
Ages of
darkness
I feel the light of oneness, its
all in the mind
You would have us
believe
How right you are as I
percieve
The love
The light
So obvious to those who
feel
The height of emotional pain
emotional blackmail
How our brothers and sisters
ere
Lost in the realms there own
hands dare
You reap what you sow in many a
lifetime
Eventually to know
The one
path
The one heart
The one
mind
The
key
You have fooled us once then
again
How many times must we feel the
pain
Of guilt and
fear
Thats what you
need
Such a pity to miss out of life
the very deed
Of love and of
longing
For a glimpse of beyond and a
hunger for what
We once
were
Our very thoughts are what you
want
never happy until the final
conclusion
Is in place
In place of peace we have
war
In place of love we have
hate
In place of giving we have
taking
The answers are there for all to
see
You just have to find the
sacred
Key
Child
I was only a child how
could I know
Nonsense entering my
psyche
Confusing my every
turn
How should I know what is
right and what is wrong
Politicians lying and decieving
to save there scrawney arses
Hoodwinking the voters who give
them their trust
But I was only a child how could
I know?
Schools
decieving
Religions
thieving
Leaders believing in the power of
greed
No more no less just the power of
greed
But I was only a child
Where ever I turned they
would lie to my eyes
In the
pot
Dangaling carrots attract our
attention
With the false promise of winning
the election
All will be well when the winners
win
Our tickets to hell already
secured
With there back stabbing ways and
phoney charms
How else would they have got
there deadly arms
All will be lost as the winners
win
Unless your prepared with a
cheesy grin
Nothing better than
knowing
Look them in their
eyes
Can you see their fear
growing
Until its all to much to
take
But lets never forget whats
really at stake
The Working Mans Lot
Working men talk as if they were there
Their woman
talk on what fashions to wear
As the children starve of mental
stimulation
Footballers bathe in their admiration
Believing
the views of many a lost soul
Lifes purpose, to score a
goal
Newspapers, football, sex and TV
The children think
its all for free
Until its time to leave the nest
They quickly
learn lifes not a jest
The pressures now on for them to
achieve
But how can they flower?
Who should they
believe?
Gratify your senses, the banners shout
Denying the
truth with all their doubt
Time rolls on and your 45
Your
youth now gone but your still alive
Your soul awaits for the
flowering call
You have not heard it
your having a
ball
Party now over as retirement beckons
Could this life be
wasted what do you reckon?
Death draws you near
And a
glimse of beyond
Beyond lust
Beyond greed
Beyond
passion
Beyond envy
Beyond attachments
For you to
behold the light
That shines forth from everyones
Heart
Oneness
I’m just waiting in that
space between moments you call time
Dancing with the tree of
knowledge you call divine
I feel the peace that
reigns forth form every sun
So calm yourself from
distractions, stop looking so glum
Spinning and weaving
with nature’s glory, are we talking a never ending
story,
of Love
of
Light
of Hope
of
Sight
Of Knowing of
Glowing
Of Being of
Seeing
The oneness in all of
creation,
The oneness in
everyone’s heart.
Strange
Is it
not strange how people don’t talk anymore?
And if
you try, you’re classed as a bore
No
teachings of knowledge or wise words of wisdom
Only
opinions of films, sport and what’s on television
Try
holding a conversation in our daily queues,
Your met
with blank stares of quiet screaming boo’s
“Arsenals’ doing well!” the newspapers shout
As we
breed children with fear and doubt
“Listen
to us”, governments inform
while
controlling our thoughts has become their norm
Be
afraid, be afraid, be afraid they scream
Don’t
follow your heart or bother to dream
Keep
your head down, and make some cash
You can
always spend it on garbage and trash
But the
light beckons those with pure will
There’s
no good in fighting or wanting to kill
Our
brothers and sisters of so many colors and creeds
Let’s
open our hearts and feel their needs.
All Poems are the
personal property of Tony Tippler
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