"God wants you to live,
God wants you to die,
God wants you to unlive,
God wants you to cry!"
- Md. Ziaul Haque
in what dark recesses of torture remain
exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain
to keep us sane and deliver us from evil
so goes the creed of an everlasting people
unending doubt resonates to be
impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream
scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk
prevention of fortune in a world of luck
forever told from stories past
eerily reminiscent of perpetual task
systems of new destroyed wisdom once known
for all apart of a world unsown
grimmace and malice plagued once more
in dire times that conjured vile scorn
but it was hope that was given once last chance
now grows a tree from the seed of our past
Poems are the path to inner peace.
It’s getting late, she whispered,
as the still and quiet cold crept on toward morning,
growing ever later, yet earlier all at once.
A spark of wonder and confusion comes
at Irony’s secret wonders in paradox,
working seamless and harmoniously entwined.
The ticking hands of time press on like locomotives,
never looking back, but knowing well from whence they came.
Simple, yellow lines guiding wheels away from home,
to wooded, winding paths and barren, burning plains,
such that the hands of clocks work wonders in themselves.
A boy yearns to speed the present, yet a man to yield it,
a driver searches for the city, yet wants the road once idle.
Embrace the night, for there lies the miracle that all might have their hope.
The night, it grows later, yet the day begins anew again.
This I Must Estimate by Paradox
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEEy-4CUQu0
The most valuable thing any human posses
The most precious thing every human has all over the world
And should have more of, or not, I don’t know,
It’s a gift and a curse
It’s the eternal friend and sometimes enemy
It’s the long wait, it’s the, it went by to fast
It’s not your momma or a good piece you had
It’s not the love you have or the love you lost
It’s not that lesson learned
Or that invest you sought, and hopefully into it you bought
It’s God given To the rich and the poor
To the overzealous church go’er , and the trick turning whore
To all the young, to all the old
The most valuable thing to any human on this whole entire globe
Yeah you know what it is
Within the essence of your being
It was here from the start, it will be here when you are gone
It will be here when the sun sucks earth and this system implodes into
What some believe and call a black hole
That’s right you know what it is
The most precious thing to man
It’s not the spark from the flame
It’s not sliced bread or the wheel
It’s the most precious thing
That to often its killed
By the multitudes for there are billions of we, man kind
We murder it daily, readily with ease
And many without reason
It’s the most precious thing of any season
That’s right you know what it is
So there’s no need to say
Use it to your advantage in work and play
Plan well, plan to excel
Make a plan, and work that plan well
Its up to you what you do, your fate is your own
Know the importance, the value,
the worth Of this most precious thing, you posses
and you posses until you are gone
Daddy Paradox Dimension by Paradox
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WARJ3VIjaqY
I am the troubadour of the milky way
I am an earthly prophet from another planet
On this rock dirt clay
I am here to perform a massive surgery
On all closed third eyes
In hopes that they may see
I am Paradox, And you,
are a part of me
I have been tasked
along with others
To try and set you free
I am not all evil, negative
I am not all good, positive
I am totally balanced, neutrons
With universal laws
For that is all there is
Let that be understood
Let that stand over, whatever you think you comprehend
I am Paradox
Unfiltered onyx klu-kos
Shinning outward
From within
I send the gossip word from my tongue
Formed in my mind, by the one
So come, get some
Mental energy, lucent flame
Knowledge, wisdom, baby
Your daddy’s talking
So pay attention
I am Paradox
Duality existing, inside a symmetric dimension