CORPORATIONS [a poem]

Corporations and financiers are playing their role 

While taking an unproportioned toll
While we find ourselves in a black hole
They stay for ever in control

It was always this way

For this is their role to play
We would not be where we are today
If they were not there to pay

They are the oil and grease on which the world runs

Supplying mining jobs while selling minerals by the tons
And while they finance wars and make and sell guns
They still are the ones that feed out sons

Their God-given task is to be the driving force

But some leaders have taken a materialistic course
And while we are all betting this dark horse
We are drifting away from our source

Greed is good but in the long run it is wrong

For it makes only the personality strong
Our spirits are not singing this song
That can only take us where we do not belong

The corporate world should realise its place
In the big scheme for developing the race
They are the custodians in this time and space
Let’s hope they do not end in disgrace

They are supposed to supply a service to humanity

And not to satisfy their own greed and vanity
This is all now bordering on insanity
And it’s time to take a look at “Chris”-tianity

They are the movers and the shakers

But not their own lawmakers
They do not have to own acres
And neither do they have to be Quakers

But there are written and unwritten laws

That should make them think and pause
The next time they stretch their paws
Let there be a probable cause

EDGEA

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MY COUNTRY / MY LAND

South Africa is a country in pain

With the Black Knights in charge, insane
And mostly working for self-gain
With very little for the people to gain

Here the white man brought civilisation

That ended up in stagnation
Not standing up to the expectation
Of giving everybody an occupation

The evolutionary government is worse

In every aspect proving to be a curse
While draining the purse
Instead of writing a new verse

Since minerals were discovered in the ground

There was no peace to be found
For the people who fought on the battle ground
Were deceived in every round

A way must be instigated soon

To distribute the mineral wealth in tune
With the needs of everybody in the commune
Instead of going to the overseas tycoon

The State should run it for the people

Who should not be treated like "sheeple"
Banks and all other assets should be the steeple
That guides, upholds and protects the laypeople

On the top it was about black and white

And separatism that is not right
But deep down a materialistic plight
That turned everything into a fight

Ill-informed people went blind

Pushed by politicians from behind
That sold out their own kind
With corporate paybacks in mind

Can all this be set right

Without another fight?
Who will be our White Knight
That will restore the light?

There never was, or will be, such a man

But if we all stand together, WE CAN                                               

EDGEBA

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HELL [a poem]

This should not be news for you, my pal

But if you don’t know it by now, we are in Hell
And here we shall dwell
Until everything is well

Since the beginning we were unfit

To walk on the spiritual grit
Thus we are in this quarry pit
To make everything fit

Only through hard labour and sweat

Can our stagnation be offset
Thus we pay our debt
And get rid of all regret

Every rock we chisel must be square

And based on everything fair 
To be a proper stair
That will never need repair

Those blocks that forms our foundation

Must be strong to hold our spiritual creation
They must stand through every incarnation
And last to the end of our salvation

Only the strongest granite will withstand 

All the tempests that are planned
To test you by the Devil’s command
While spirit holds your hand

It is not easy to build your house on rock

But this path of thorns we must walk
We must overcome every stumbling block
So that every grain of evil can unlock

Here, Evil is the king and ruler of form

And while you do not conform
Your soul will lead you through every storm
To where you will eventually be warm

While our going is tough under earthly Kings

And we run around in rings
What can I say about these things?
“Lord, give me wings?”

EDGEBA

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MIND [a poem]

 The great uniting factor is the mind
Made up by the three aspects of the mind
The lower concrete mind and the Son of Mind or soul
And the abstract mind or higher mind, who is in control

The lower mind is often called desire-mind

And mostly controlled by the desire nature of mankind
Man must gain complete control for himself
And realise the mind as a fact in itself

He must use that mind in order to contact the soul

The Son of Mind who is the self and gain the whole
Through mental concentration and meditation
And the transformation of desire into aspiration

Every good deed, through aspiration has been gathered up

By the soul and has contributed to the composition of its cup
When soul and body has been fused by the lower mind
The next step would be to blend with the Higher Mind

The spiritual man than lives for a while as a duality

But later realises that he must become a unity
For this duality must go to its Dad
By being absorbed into the Monad

Thus man will become pure spirit again

If he learns to use the mind to attain
The mind, therefore, can be cognised
In two directions and further scrutinised

First, it can be known, recognised and seen

By the soul on its own plane as part of the scene
And secondly, it can be seen and known as a vehicle
Of the man on the physical plane as well as his chronicle

For a long time man became that with which he identified

Himself to the exclusion of the true spiritual man specified
Who can be known, contacted and obeyed once the mind
Is relegated as an instrument of knowledge to lead the blind

The mind, is therefor, a controlling factor in the three worlds

A contacting medium on the mental plane and subtle worlds
And a creative center to put the personality on course
To build the bridge which will unite it with its source

The Spirit or Monad

Via the Spiritual Triad

EDGEBA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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PAIN AND SUFFERING [a poem]

When pain is no more pain

And you start to see through the rain
Then soul contact you start to gain
And you know it was not in vein

You start to see from a higher perspective

Where everything seems more active
And when the mind becomes more objective
Life again, will become attractive

Pain and suffering, each has its place

To help you pick up the pace
By overcoming them in this race
You can be sure not to end in disgrace

Pain is there to wake you up

For you are no longer a pup
And if you don’t want to be laid-up
You better empty this cup

If you don’t wake up, suffering will result

And help to make you an adult
With your soul you can then consult
To make your personality exult

Realise you are being set free trough pain

And start to use your brain
Never do the same mistake again
And never let your memory wane

Start to live in the world of the mind

For you are no longer amongst the blind
But you are standing up amongst your kind
And you might even help those left behind

Realise and learn through your emotional trials

And through all the covered miles
Keep them in your memory files
Covered up by your smiles

For this is your treasure of wisdom to come         

That will deliver your soul like a ripe plum
For Spirit has become your chum
And you are part of the sum

EDGEBA

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INVOCATIVE MAN [a poem]

Here I stand on the bottom shelf

Forced to fight and provide for myself
Masters of wisdom or my higher-self
Who will show himself?

I think I really have done more than enough

My travels through life have made me tough
And this personality have seen the rough
I need no more to eat from this trough

I have no need for money and fame

That can only bring my soul to shame
The time has come to take a higher aim
Thus I need no more to play this game

My personality is screaming for release

Please pass me the pipe of peace
That can cure me from this disease
And cause all this suffering to cease

Through pain I have set myself free

From everything negative I could see
But I have grown roots like a tree
And down here there is nowhere to flee

What I need is the touch from above

Released through divine love
That will give me a shove
To fly free like a dove

Yes I think I have done all I can

To get out of this frying pan
And if this was only the ground plan
Then I want to take part in the Great Plan

I hope You find me worthy for this  

And reword me with your bliss
So that I can escape from this abyss
And give evil a miss

So I can help in the fight against stagnation

By helping humanity to overcome temptation
For by helping to bring spirit into domination
We will eventually all find illumination 

EDGEBA

 

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MATERIAL DESIRES [a poem]

The Piscean Age has been the expression

Of material production and commercial expansion
The salesmanship of the products of human skill
And religions for which we will go out and kill

We are educated and brainwashed to believe

That this is essential to happiness and relieve
From poverty and misery all over the world
And part of the vision of the future new world

The old simplicity and true values have been temporarily

Relegated to the background so that we can voluntarily 
Engage the necessary path of materialism
To awaken our sense of globalism

Through the planning of the Hierarchy of Wisdom

Who planes our way to the Spiritual Kingdom
This was permitted to continue through human fascination
Thus bringing the people to the point of saturation

The world situation is expressive of our concrete woods

Where possession and the multiplication of material goods
Constitute a handicap and are no indications that humanity
Has found the true road to happiness and tranquillity

This spirit of possession and aggressive taking

Of that which is desired through bad decision making
Has proven widely inclusive and can be found
In nations, races and individuals abound 

Aggression in order to possess has been the keynote

Of our civilisation to keep it and everybody afloat
During the past fifteen hundred years
And will still be responsible for many tears  

Commercialism is doomed, but not yet dead

Painting the immediate future with dread
This lesson is being learned, and the revolt
For simplicity, will strike like a lightning bolt

With the industrial-military-complex, money is king

And by now we are all aware what this will bring
Start to spiritually empower yourself
And the world will take care of itself

EDGEBA

 

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