Man like a bird in a cage of ignorance dwells as though of his own self he knows not well. He trusts of others to feed his mind, unaware that their doctrines come from strange minds. The thinker who trusts his own mind shall find treasures that others shall not seek to find, but only as he seeks shall he find, as he trusts not others to train his mind
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The Days of Life can be cruel,
they can make a man a fool.
The Days of Life can be hard,
they can keep a man on guard.
The Days of Life can be hot,
they can make a man regret his lot.
The Days of Life can be cold,
they can make a man grow old.
The Days of Life can be short,
they can leave a man no resort.
The Days of Life can be long,
they can make a man hurt to his bone.
The Days of Life can be pleasant,
they can make a man happy for life's presence.
The Days of Life can be kind,
they can give a man what he seeks to find.
The Days of Life can be good,
they give a man brotherhood.
The Days of Life can be filled with grace,
they can make a man forget his disgrace,
and put a smile upon his face.
The Days of Life are what you make them,
so please don't forsake them.
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The soul of man is full of mystery, how often we wonder about him when we
consider
his history. He may have descended from the beast, but in the future as gods he
shall feast, for soon he killeth his beast.
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As the wind blows through the trees it cannot help but to rattle the leaves. The nature of truth is the same - it puts foolishness to shame, for of the fool's game it makes an end, and the fool's game shall be gone with the wind.
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Although above the beast man must die, he is not a lowly creature that he need lie, but by our mythologies he is fooled. When a student to science he must become, errors of our ways he must unlearn. Possesseth he not the natures of beasts? In the jungles of knowledge, wisdom learn the truth of things yet to come.
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Each life is but one of many that each man has had, for life does not exist for man to
be sad. Upon the setting sun of death, the sun rises anew on the morrow with hope of
new life that each may borrow. With a new spring does each life renew its existence,
for man's past lives can be of no resistance, but each past life offers its insistence that
each soul shall continue in existence
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O, Beautiful woman most fair and dear hearken for spring is here. O, Spring bring happiness to the heart of this man and give me place whence I might stand ever beckoning love so near without cloud and only clear. O, Sun shine with rays of love, burn the heart with spring time love, gifts from the god's gracious skies lifts the soul ever so high.
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A man of wisdom, a man of grace from shame doth he hide not his face. He looketh into the mirror with calm reflection of the view, for he knoweth what he must do. As lessons from life are so hard won, the man in the mirror, he hath no doubts he can get it done. How calmly I know that the man in the mirror is me.
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If wisdom be dead, then how can man tread upon a land so full of dread, if so then
man would be best if he were elsewhere instead. The wisdom of the ages does not
merely reside with the sages, who have always been around throughout all ages, but
wisdom dwells in the breasts of all men, as though she were our closest kin.
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Upon the shores of the future man's spirit blooms, as flowers, the seeds of which today are planted to grow, so the seeds of education cause man's spirit to grow. Without education being free and available to all - what doubt have we of man's fall. The future of man awaits, but education is man's best gate.
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As a tree, I stand tall throughout the storms of life and all, for although the storm demand my surrender - I shall not fall. Bend with the wind I must, lest I fall and become again dust in the wind blown against the wall, so the wind has fell a lot of trees, but I bend so it will not be me.
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When the bird takes flight, she is soon out of sight - flying as though in the wisdom of her flight. She leaves those who cannot fly, upon the ground to brood in spite, as she soars among the clouds in her might. Oh, what a beautiful sight to see birds take flight.
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Question often those who state certain things to be your fate, for chances are they be such that hate what maybe your rightful estate. Fear not that which is to come, but fear the past that ye be not undone. Time will come when you must know that direction which you should go. I say this not that you should fear, but the path you choose, it must be clear. A path that is easy may seem fine, but it is the hard path which will make you shine.
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Treasures of knowledge are seldom to be found by digging up the same old ground, but as explorers we must take heart to look for the ground that has yet to be found. True treasures of knowledge can in truth be found by digging in the strange unbroken ground. Growth comes from exploring, because there is wisdom in its knowing, for only fools stand still upon the same old hill.
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I have heard it said that peace cannot be found as long as man is still around, but
what would be peace if man could not attend this feast. Alas, this would not be
peace for there would only remain the beast and what does he know of peace. When wars
end and man becomes his own friend and treats each as his closest kin, then peace
will dwell throughout the land for wars have played their final stand.
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Upon the wings of man's imagination his spirit soars as though we were the true lords. Among the stars or the ocean man's wings lack no locomotion, for within his thoughts his imagination provides the motion to move him through the stars, or the sky, or any other place where he might choose to go, for it is for him to know.
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The lone eagle cries, for he is no longer able to fly in the clear bluest of sky. Dare we to ask why? The sky is still there calling to him to fly and saying, "Oh, want you try to fly among my clear blue sky." Alas, the eagle has forgotten how to fly, so we ask why? Unaware it seems is the eagle of his wings, for he thinks that he lacks the means to fly.
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I sat as it were upon the ground appearing to to others to be but a clown. My thoughts seemed somewhat down, so I frowned, but as I took heart to look around - I saw that in fact the others they were the clowns.
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Like the grass of the earth, man must die in due seasons he runs his course, for it seems the ways of life and death continually sally forth. Each end it seems represents a new beginning: A new season - a new life, is this all that there is to life? Is life merely a circle that only goes around the same course?
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O, to the writer who writes of things to come, for he sees that tomorrow has now just begun. He writes to bring hope to a world full of doubt, although he might be unaware of the wisdom of his route. The making of the future is in the writing of his page, yet in the future he shall be considered a sage.
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Among the stars man will shine, for answers to the questions he seeks shall he find among the stars in due time. The stars have long been contemplated, but soon their mysteries shall be negated. The bounds of earth have for over thirty years been broken, but even now this appears but a token of what man can achieve.
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O, to the astronauts who roam among the stars, where the immortal gods are said to
live afar, I cannot help but to question upon what star. For our science shall dispel
such tales of mystery which have haunted humankind throughout history. As the baby
eagle soon must leave his nest, so to must mankind be upon his quest, for of such
matters this poet does not jest, so it is among the stars that man shall be his best,
exploring away from his nest.
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The soul of man must learn to be still upon life's ocean, for we need not be troubled by all of life's commotion. Let us stand still and view the waves, for if we don't we shall be in our graves. As the graves of the dead are soon in disrepair, so to can our fearful emotions cause us to despair.
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The priest is a beast, his doctrines come out of the east. Oh, see how the priest feasts upon the substance of the poor, for his nature is that of a whore who dwelleth at the door lurking to make prey of the poor.
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Two Priests stood up to fight about whose doctrines were right. To the fight they brought their might, each convinced that he was right, each predicting the other one's plight. Oh, what a sad silly sight to see men battling with their might over doctrines which cannot be proven right, but a war of words thus ensued is only engaged in by the rude.
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Woe, to the priest who tells tall tales of where he says those who do not accept his doctrines shall dwell, for of such a place as hell how does he know, for it is not a place that he would go. So, how would it be fair for others to go, because his god they don't know? With darkness of the fire of ignorance he burns, for the wisdom of truth he refuses to learn, so let him to himself to burn, but teach others his ways to spurn.
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Some say that a man is only born to sin, some view man as creatures who cannot win. of the dust of the stars is man composed, of his true nature only the poet knows.
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How can inspiration be found in a society so cast down? In the fear god thou doth tremble, but without the priest would ye assemble? The priest is he who doth know certain truths that he won't let go. As it is said that god's priest, the cherubim, keeps the tree of life, so to the priest keeps his truth.
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When mythologies rule man becomes a fool. A puppet to the priest, whom he has trusted to teach the secrets of the ages, but these secrets shall not be found by looking to the priest who only seeks to be a thief.
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The species of man is very unique, of this wonderful creature does the poet speak. In
ignorance hast the priesthood determined that man is but a rogue, whose spirit shall
be assigned to a black hole, of some few they say will be saved on that judgment
day, but of the others they say that their god shall cast away. The future of man shall
not be such, for in vain doth the priesthood strut.
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The burden of life appears but sorrow, for of time can no man borrow, but with hope man must look toward tomorrow. With stark quietness of might man must come to do the right and cease living as creatures of the night, for as night soon passes into day, thus man might mend his ways, and thus with assurance lengthen his days.
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The garden of life comes in the knowing that half of the seed is wasted in the sowing. The seeds of wisdom are the same, because half of the people think that life is but a game.
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The poet writes poems as the singer sings songs, from the soul of man inspiration comes. From the vast shores of the dreamscape does knowledge escape through the thin light of rememberance.
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The rays of light glare through the haze, for how can wisdom be restrained from her ways, as the days of wisdom are quite unknown, and only fools forget her song, yet she sings throughout the years, ever ready to calm man's fears. Where she comes from none seem to know, but the wise, for he takes her into his soul.
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The chains of ignorance are awfully heavy, consider the burden that they levy, for lack of knowledge they restrain and from wisdom they are refrained. But wisdom does not confine and so ignorance it leaves behind.
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Within Ben dwelt the light, for he possessed wisdom in its might. He always tried to do the right, so that he drove ignorance from his sight. The unjust and unwise seem unaware of the wisdom of his words, though they sing as the prettiest birds to the soul of man, telling him to make goodness his stand, and wisdom his command, dwelling with justice throughout our land.
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Some say that in the future only evil will be fulfilled, as though our future is out of
our control, but who are such that say so. They are such who for money are glad to
tell the rest of the world that they shall be sad. They make their money in ignorance
of the truth, you can be certain that they lack proof.
