Arise!

Wake up early from your sleep,
Wipe your tears from which you weep,
Clear those thoughts from your cloudy head,
And if not.....go back to bed.

Illusion crawls from across the way,
With bills & receipts you still need to pay,
Careful of the leader and where you are led,
And if not.....go back to bed.

From light to dark and dark to light,
You now know the reason you need to fight,
Flakes of lies is what you must shed,
And if not.....go back to bed.

Truth is sweet, Reality whole,
Morality as both is our ultimate goal,
Search & find and your soul is fed,
And if not.....go back to bed.

This is the whole of existence revealed,
Read and re-read until your disease is healed,
Be glad and rejoice from morning 'till bed,
And if not.....you're already dead.

Avi Schwartz

As time continues to tick on by;
As I continue to live on high;
As heroes continue to birth and die;
My world outlook does not waver.

No matter how hard you might try;
No matter how many tears you will cry;
No matter how many truths are transformed into lie;
My world outlook I do, indeed, savour.

As the lion is strong and the fox is sly;
As countless tales continue to fly;
As whispers of change slowly turn to 'sigh';
Your world outlook is of my own flavour.

Avi Schwartz

NO coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere;
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life--that in me has rest,
As I--undying Life--have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts--unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou were left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void;
Thou--Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Emily Brontë

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.

William Ernest Henley