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Monday, February 4, 2013
Poems By S. Barry Hamdani
(c)copyright 2013 Hamdani
Oh God…if you will anoint this pen
to be a blessing upon the hearts of many men,
That people may grow to see that you
are friend to all who seek truth to know you from within.
A world that pulls upon desire
and lead to a massive nowhere,
A most compelling spirit it is to
foe and heir.
Words pitched by spirits without
names, names unknown to man,
Spirits without a father they sell a
lying wonder, but joy to those who know
That God’s voice wields truth like
thunder, and the power of lighting spoken by youth to bring a liar under…God’s
Pride dies hard and is buried in the
tomb of regret, its destiny preserved in darkness forever,
For destruction is not yet
obliterated until the proud, stops and bows for the eyes of the wise
are concentrated on humility.
The voice of pride begets and
audience large and small, enticing it to a place undefined,
A place of its fall and great is
that fall… seen by all and the audience departs, quietly…a wake…a burial…a stake
Tell me, please, what you think is happening
within the higher conscious ( the sub-conscious mind )which is inferior to
nothing except God. I humbly submit that we may find the so called
sub-conscious mind is superior to present conclusions (sometimes confused with the concept of awareness). Conclusions to present awareness
has to be inferior because life is a process that has not yet been completed.