POETRY REVOLUTION!!!
Kit Fisto
WE SHALL NOT STOP!
WE WON'T GIVE UP!
WE WON'T BE SILENCED!
A Poet's Voice XV
Part One
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty.
Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct the stranger through the dark.
I do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.
Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God.
Human kinds cling to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear inhumanity from my heart.
Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens him with enlivening pains.
Humans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all communities and belong to no settlement. The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.
Men are weak, and it is sad that they divide amongst themselves. The world is narrow and it is unwise to cleave it into kingdoms, empires, and provinces.
Human kinds unite themselves one to destroy the temples of the soul, and they join hands to build edifices for earthly bodies. I stand alone listening to the voice of hope in my deep self saying, "As love enlivens a man's heart with pain, so ignorance teaches him the way of knowledge." Pain and ignorance lead to great joy and knowledge because the Supreme Being has created nothing vain under the sun.
Part Two
I have a yearning for my beautiful country, and I love its people because of their misery. But if my people rose, stimulated by plunder and motivated by what they call "patriotic spirit" to murder, and invaded my neighbor's country, then upon the committing of any human atrocity I would hate my people and my country.
I sing the praise of my birthplace and long to see the home of my children; but if the people in that home refused to shelter and feed the needy wayfarer, I would convert my praise into anger and my longing to forgetfulness. My inner voice would say, "The house that does not comfort the need is worthy of naught by destruction."
I love my native village with some of my love for my country; and I love my country with part of my love for the earth, all of which is my country; and I love the earth will all of myself because it is the haven of humanity, the manifest spirit of God.
Humanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that humanity is standing amidst ruins, hiding its nakedness behind tattered rags, shedding tears upon hollow cheeks, and calling for its children with pitiful voice. But the children are busy singing their clan's anthem; they are busy sharpening the swords and cannot hear the cry of their mothers.
Humanity appeals to its people but they listen not. Were one to listen, and console a mother by wiping her tears, other would say, "He is weak, affected by sentiment."
Humanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that Supreme Being preaches love and good-will. But the people ridicule such teachings. The Nazarene Jesus listened, and crucifixion was his lot; Socrates heard the voice and followed it, and he too fell victim in body. The followers of The Nazarene and Socrates are the followers of Deity, and since people will not kill them, they deride them, saying, "Ridicule is more bitter than killing."
Jerusalem could not kill The Nazarene, nor Athens Socrates; they are living yet and shall live eternally. Ridicule cannot triumph over the followers of Deity. They live and grow forever.
Part Three
Thou art my brother because you are a human, and we both are sons of one Holy Spirit; we are equal and made of the same earth.
You are here as my companion along the path of life, and my aid in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. You are a human, and, that fact sufficing, I love you as a brother. You may speak of me as you choose, for Tomorrow shall take you away and will use your talk as evidence for his judgment, and you shall receive justice.
You may deprive me of whatever I possess, for my greed instigated the amassing of wealth and you are entitled to my lot if it will satisfy you.
You may do unto me whatever you wish, but you shall not be able to touch my Truth.
You may shed my blood and burn my body, but you cannot kill or hurt my spirit.
You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but who shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky.
You are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in your mosque. You and I and all are children of one religion, for the varied paths of religion are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being, extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, anxious to receive all.
I love you for your Truth, derived from your knowledge; that Truth which I cannot see because of my ignorance. But I respect it as a divine thing, for it is the deed of the spirit. Your Truth shall meet my Truth in the coming world and blend together like the fragrance of flowers and becoming one whole and eternal Truth, perpetuating and living in the eternity of Love and Beauty.
I love you because you are weak before the strong oppressor, and poor before the greedy rich. For these reasons I shed tears and comfort you; and from behind my tears I see you embraced in the arms of Justice, smiling and forgiving your persecutors. You are my brother and I love you.
Part Four
You are my brother, but why are you quarreling with me? Why do you invade my country and try to subjugate me for the sake of pleasing those who are seeking glory and authority?
Why do you leave your wife and children and follow Death to the distant land for the sake of those who buy glory with your blood, and high honor with your mother's tears?
Is it an honor for a man to kill his brother man? If you deem it an honor, let it be an act of worship, and erect a temple to Cain who slew his brother Abel.
Is self-preservation the first law of Nature? Why, then, does Greed urge you to self-sacrifice in order only to achieve his aim in hurting your brothers? Beware, my brother, of the leader who says, "Love of existence obliges us to deprive the people of their rights!" I say unto you but this: protecting others' rights is the noblest and most beautiful human act; if my existence requires that I kill others, then death is more honorable to me, and if I cannot find someone to kill me for the protection of my honor, I will not hesitate to take my life by my own hands for the sake of Eternity before Eternity comes.
Selfishness, my brother, is the cause of blind superiority, and superiority creates clanship, and clanship creates authority which leads to discord and subjugation.
The soul believes in the power of knowledge and justice over dark ignorance; it denies the authority that supplies the swords to defend and strengthen ignorance and oppression - that authority which destroyed Babylon and shook the foundation of Jerusalem and left Rome in ruins. It is that which made people call criminals great mean; made writers respect their names; made historians relate the stories of their inhumanity in manner of praise.
The only authority I obey is the knowledge of guarding and acquiescing in the Natural Law of Justice.
What justice does authority display when it kills the killer? When it imprisons the robber? When it descends on a neighborhood country and slays its people? What does justice think of the authority under which a killer punishes the one who kills, and a thief sentences the one who steals?
You are my brother, and I love you; and Love is justice with its full intensity and dignity. If justice did not support my love for you, regardless of your tribe and community, I would be a deceiver concealing the ugliness of selfishness behind the outer garment of pure love.
Conclusion
My soul is my friend who consoles me in misery and distress of life. He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy of humanity, and he who does not find human guidance within himself will perish desperately. Life emerges from within, and derives not from environs.
I came to say a word and I shall say it now. But if death prevents its uttering, it will be said tomorrow, for tomorrow never leaves a secret in the book of eternity.
I came to live in the glory of love and the light of beauty, which are the reflections of God. I am here living, and the people are unable to exile me from the domain of life for they know I will live in death. If they pluck my eyes I will hearken to the murmers of love and the songs of beauty.
If they close my ears I will enjoy the touch of the breeze mixed with the incebse of love and the fragrance of beauty.
If they place me in a vacuum, I will live together with my soul, the child of love and beauty.
I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitude will be echoed by tomorrow to the people.
What I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by many hearts
...and the poem...
The Poet VIII
by Khalil Gibran
He is a link between this and the coming world.
He is
A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink.
He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing
Fruit which the hungry heart craves;
He is a nightingale, soothing the depressed
Spirit with his beautiful melodies;
He is a white cloud appearing over the horizon,
Ascending and growing until it fills the face of the sky.
Then it falls on the flows in the field of Life,
Opening their petals to admit the light.
He is an angel, send by the goddess to
Preach the Deity's gospel;
He is a brilliant lamp, unconquered by darkness
And inextinguishable by the wind. It is filled with
Oil by Istar of Love, and lighted by Apollon of Music.
He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and
Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his
Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night,
Awaiting the descending of the spirit.
He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the
Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the
Harvest for her nourishment.
This is the poet -- whom the people ignore in this life,
And who is recognized only when he bids the earthly
World farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven.
This is the poet -- who asks naught of
Humanity but a smile.
This is the poet -- whose spirit ascends and
Fills the firmament with beautiful sayings;
Yet the people deny themselves his radiance.
Until when shall the people remain asleep?
Until when shall they continue to glorify those
Who attain greatness by moments of advantage?
How long shall they ignore those who enable
Them to see the beauty of their spirit,
Symbol of peace and love?
Until when shall human beings honor the dead
And forget the living, who spend their lives
Encircled in misery, and who consume themselves
Like burning candles to illuminate the way
For the ignorant and lead them into the path of light?
Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have
Triumphed over the ages of despite their severity.
Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and
Therefore, your kingdom has no ending.
Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will
Find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.
...We shall not fight with rude words and insults, we shall fight with love!!...
Corporal Kit Fisto
IDF's Poetic Bard
Leader Of Poetry Revolution
Comments
You belong here Kit.
We are honored and blessed to have you.
You cannot be silenced, and you will not be.
You are the Anam Chara (soul friend) to this land.
And your coffee is served, Sir, do come by before it gets cold.
G xx
I love Gibran too...
"Corporal Kit Fisto
Leader Of Poetry Revolution"
I am happy and proud to be your foot-soldier...
Colonel Ni Mhaille
hey kit.. love your poetic spirit.. may i ask what the revolution is against. seems i am ill-informed.
It's against all who want to destroy it, ruin it and ban it.
Yikes, that must have taken some time to write!
The Imperatorianismitismitogonites shall be rallied to combat your vile and treacherous un-Irish ways.
(How can someone be un-Irish or un-American anyway...?)
OK, I've enjoyed them so far, but this is absolutely magnificent; breath-taking, I should say. Incredible stuff. And I too love Gibran, for the record.
Ok, but who wants to destroy poetry?? It is not a matter of anti-anything that you are stating. you are bringing a most unique expression of the soul for us to digest in this war-ridden eWorld. So who would want to put you down???
More of this stuff polluting the irish media , great!
We don't need any of this ''poetryyyyyyyyyyyy'' here!!!
The funny thing is...we don't need you 😃
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/for-the-guys-in-the-isrp-with-love--893752/1/20" target="_blank">http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/for-[..]/1/20
@Maverick, read the comments my friend, an you will find your answer.
I just go down to the comment section to see what Padraig and the Top Gun are saying 🙂
Hey Kit did you hear Top Gun asked Aran to ban poetry in the media ?
It should be banned, its spam and unrelated to erepublik
Padraig come on. You should be banned from erepublik for all your nefarious business deals but, both you and poetry are still here
MY EYES
MY POOR EYES! THIS HORRIBLE POETRY IS BURNING THEM!
@Patton, Yes I heard. If you are asking am I worried about it. My answer is no.
@ImperatorI: Don't read it if you don't like it. It's simple as that.
@PP and Mannimarco: I'm so happy you are turning into my regular subscribers, stay tuned 🙂
mmmmwwwuuhahahha!!! 😃
I dont mind poetry in the media, I'm just annoyed about the volume of it. Prehaps Kit if you used your newspaper to host all of eIreland's poets, instead of 5 poems a day by 5 different people.
Always the same few complainers...I wonder do they actually read it before they SCREAM.
Go Kit! Go Poets! Every single one!
Hell, I might write something myself!
''It should be banned, its spam and unrelated to erepublik''-
Its the social part of the game dum dum. There are a lot of articles out there un-related to eRepublik and you don't see anyone else crying over them do you??
Great work Kit, you will always have my support.
"The things I want to know are in books and poems; my best friend is the man who'll get me works I haven't read."
-Abraham Lincoln
I love poetry. I write some myself. But I agree with Theus that we could have poetry readings in one article. That will also help the people who want to publish them as 1 article is more likely to be voted up than 5 different ones. A club perhaps?
eRep poetry corner!
Kit....keep them poems rolling....I have a idea, perhaps we can run a "Eurovision Poetry Competition" for one day every month, eIreland will host a newspaper event....where e-world poets publish their poetry for review after which it's voted upon.
Manni & PP can then hand the eIreland goverment sponsored prizes.
There's a poetry magazine over in eUSA, too.
I'll send it to anyone who's interested and doesn't spam the hell out of it with ridiculous comments like "NO POETRY, RAWR!"
Lol.
Oh, BTW, there's also a sports magazine, e_ESPN or something like that. Another one is dedicated to keeping people up to date with Mixed Martial Arts. Might be some other entertainment mags, too, it's just that it's all guy stuff so I'm not interested.
Come on, people, nothing wrong with a little recreation in this game!
@Digits, I respect your opinion, but posting all daily poems in one article is unacceptable for me, because it will result as a lose of integrity of each e-poet.
@Tayto, I like your idea, please PM me when you have time.
Got it kit! You have my support! If they don't like it so much, why read man???
what kinda media do they like? the ones that say 'vote and subscribe' without anything worth voting n subscribing to?
some people are just bored. 😛
voted and sub
good luck my friend
\o/ Kit.
I am in NI, we have zero of interest.
I'm inta this stuff.
Keep the revolution going.
You might even unite the tribes man!
Respect.
(by the way, thats the most i ever wrote in a comment. i'm normally a quiet man. u have changed my mind. more to life than hatred, he?)
Thers a UFC MMA eMagizine?😮😃
Anyone give me the link to the sports mag with the mma(mixed martial arts) in it?
Anyone who does i will personally eHigh 5! 🙂 😛 😕
Hey Kit, next time publish in color so the Rat in the Hat's eyes wont hurt so much. I hear rodents only see in black and white.
Certainly entertaining this "revolution"🙂
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/post-your-poems-here-and-nowhere-else--894680/1/20" target="_blank">http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/post[..]/1/20
Let me rephrase. If the poetry is by an original e-poet (eg me) then they should indeed have their own article. My suggestion was that the poetry revolution has far more chance of being more widespreadly acknowledged were it to get into the Top 5 Articles everyday, which having it as one article is more likely. Only an idea 😉
I agree with Digits. That way we can bring the poetry revolution (doing my bit to make that an established phrase) together into an organised movement, rather than just a bunch of disparate articles. It would also reduce "spam" in the media for the naysayers.
I respect your opinions, but I can't accept that.
This revolution is not about getting into top 5 articles.
This revolution is about freedom of speech, and rights of individuals.
i dont see the point in banning poetry if you dont like it tough luck, just dont read it then.
Just a suggestion. I never said let's impinge rights. I'm with you all the way on this, I just happen to offer a lot of ideas.
Great stuff Kit!!