posted April 12, 2010 11:20 AM            

author: unknown

The Loom of Time

Man's life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why

posted August 16, 2010 09:13 PM            

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

posted August 17, 2010 12:11 PM            

I am aware,

As I go commonly sweeping the stair,

Doing my part of the every-day care

Human and simple my lot and my share
I am aware of a marvelous thing:
Voices that murmur and ethers that ring
In the far stellar spaces where cherubim sing.

I am aware of the passion that pours

Down the channels of fire through Infinity's doors;
Forces terrific, with melody shod,
Music that mates with the pulses of God.

I am aware of the glory that runs

From the core of myself to the core of the suns.
Bound to the stars by invisible chains,
Blaze of eternity now in my veins,
Seeing the rush of ethereal rains

posted September 03, 2010 03:06 PM            

They are all different, all born different.

Such wondrous, endless variety!

Some greet you with a blank, disbelieving stare --
the vacant look of the tabula rasa,
and an unhurried personality yet to arrive.

Others well and truly have your measure,
their keen little peepers revealing the insight
of a future assignment they cannot yet divulge.

These are the little ones who must be
inspired, quickened, encouraged and nourished,
not squeezed into regulation size moulds.

They are meant to be allowed to dream up
their own “missions” of mortal evolutionary life.

And we may only

nurture these Little Ones

~~~~~~~

posted October 01, 2010 11:42 AM            

Tell no one else, only the wise
For the crowd will sneer at one
I wish to praise what is fully alive,
What longs to flame toward death.

When the calm enfolds the love-nights
That created you, where you have created
A feeling from the Unknown steals over you
While the tranquil candle burns.

You remain no longer caught
In the peneumbral gloom
You are stirred and new, you desire
To soar to higher creativity.

No distance makes you ambivalent.
You come on wings, enchanted
In such hunger for light, you
Become the butterfly burnt to nothing.

So long as you have not lived this:
To die is to become new,
You remain a gloomy guest
On the dark earth.

posted October 01, 2010 11:26 PM              

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.

posted October 10, 2010 01:28 PM            

I give you an emptiness,
I give you a plenitude,
unwrap them carefully.
- one's as fragile as the other -
and when you thank me
I'll pretend not to notice the doubt in your voice
when you say they're just what you wanted.

Put them on the table by your bed.
When you wake in the morning
they'll have gone through the door of sleep
into your head. Wherever you go
they'll go with you and
wherever you are you'll wonder,
smiling about the fullness
you can't add to and the emptiness
that you can fill.

posted November 01, 2010 11:25 AM            

It’s the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It’s the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It’s the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That perfects itself

From the child’s heart’s depths

To reason’s heights.

posted November 01, 2010 11:22 PM            

A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

posted November 10, 2010 10:04 AM              

Last rush in Babylon
by John Trudell

Voices catching up
Voices catching up
Watch out child
Watch out child
Babylon falling down
Falling down

Society a broken promise
Economy's war
Citizen wh*res
Political pimps leaving us flat on our backs
Trading today waiting for the promised land

Roles playing roles
Covering every day's fear
Going off to work
Having the job done on us

In the eyes of God building the bomb
Loving thyself hating thyself
in the illusion

Voices catching up
Voices catching up
Watch out child
Watch out child
Babylon falling down
Falling down

Caligula laughs loudly through time
Twisting love to get at the sexes
Classes material consumed
Designer worlds create electric impulses

Turning down life
The real goodbye
See it in our face
See it everyplace

Last rush in Babylon
Voices catching up
Voices catching up
Watch out child
Watch out child
Babylon falling down
Falling down

Arms race

Jackboots pounding earth
Military precision

Dissecting elements of life
Taking apart instead of healing
Generals and Gods
Fascists and oil wells

Man images and machines
Petrochemical societies
Trying to hide the sun

Jackboots pounding earth
Creaking leather boots
Dead cows crying in a world turned
to a planetary slaughter house

Wandering amongst the opulence
Wondering what not to touch

Times not knowing
Times getting bit
Times of temptation
Times of seduction
Wandering in the poverty
Touched by everything

Knowing the bite
No time for temptation
only time for doing

Babylon in terror
World run over by machines
The economics of captured dreams

The rich are the poorer
while the poor are waiting.
Everyone pretending to live

Calling exploitation progress
Calling submission freedom
Calling madness profit
Calling earth a planet
Plaguing her with civilization

Alone
We see you in your loneliness
Sometimes we wonder which is lonelier:
being alone together or being lonely alone?

With no protection that you know of
Principles replaced by nothing
The lies becoming desperation
Outrageous violence internal and external
Forming distractions from life
Making the loneliness a new type of alone

Alone with your machines
Alone with your fear
Alone with your oppressor
Alone with roles played
Alone from the past
Alone from the future
Stranded in the universe
Separated from earth, sun, moon, sky
With only god to comfort you
while he sanctions war and greed

Messengers clubbing you
Heavenly threats and promises
a basis for exploitation of everything
even yourself

posted August 08, 2012 01:03 AM            

What a weird night on LL. My posts have been disapearring in two forums all night. Even after repeated re- posts.

posted March 19, 2014 02:13 AM            

I've spent so long, chasing dreams. Unbeknownst, endless pain. I seek you now, are you here? I need you now, end is near!