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The New Earth

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As sure as the coming of night and day.

Heaven and earth will pass away.

The stars will fade,

and the sun, burn out.

The moon will blur,

the cloud will darken.

The oceans and seas shall dry up.

But love will remain,

she will hover over the void,

and create a new earth and heaven.

New species of humanity.

The human spirit shall be love.

In that earth and heaven,

heaven and earth will be one.

Capitalism shall love communism,

Islam and Christianity shall live as one.

The Jew and Arab shall eat Passover together.

There shall neither be white nor black.

No races, only the human race,

religion will not exist.

Only spirituality crested on love.

Love shall be the source of all energy.

Darkness will no longer exist.

For love will shine her light,

on our paths.

Materialism will not be,

for ownership will not exist.

But love will exist.

There will be neither male nor female,

neither gay nor straight,

all sexuality shall be love.

As everything else,

love shall adorn all,

and everyone shall be beautiful.

Silver, gold, diamond and oil,

will have no value.

But love will be value.

Love will be God,

a universal feminine God.

Compassionate and unambiguous.

Her priesthood will not be an institution,

all will be her priest.

Her throne shall be in our hearts,

lucid and approachable.

No one would need to be taught Her law, the law of love,

shall be written in our hearts,

like a programme.

There will be no hell.

For no one will need to be evangelised

There will be neither sickness nor death.

Graves will not exist.

Love will be the stability of our times.

There will be no poor, no rich.

Love will supply all needs.

Angels will dwell amongst humans.

The seed of humans shall mingle with that of angels,

man and angels shall be one.

Equal in strength and ability.

Angels will be human,

humans will be angels.

In the new world

created by love.

Kolade Arogundade

Featured Poem:

Wind Whispers

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Winking in the dark is a futile act
the wind whispers.
But I told a joke to a deaf man
who laughed hysterically
and gave me the thumbs up.
I danced for a blind man
who clapped and said
‘my boy, one day you will be the greatest dancer on the earth for your dance reminds me of years gone when my eyes were with me.’
But the wind whispered
‘two people do not lose in a lie if the one being lied to does not know he is being lied to, the one lying knows he is lying.’
‘When the rabbit grows old he sucks the nipples of his young.’
The wind whispered.

But I have stood upon the shoulders of those who came before me.
Now I must strengthen mine for the ones to come.
So like a fatherless son I wonder how to be a man:
Should I take a wife?
And sire a son?
Do I take a gun?
And take a life?
How is it done?
But the wind whispers,
‘to be male is to be born but to be a man, is to make a choice and that is not a day’s journey.’

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Biography

Kolade Arogundade is a land economist, poet, world music aficionado, writer, political animal and football fiend. Recently he has started an initiative called Giants in the Land which has so far published two books of poetry. He is currently working on his first novel.

Kolade Arogundade

Biography

Kolade Arogundade is a land economist, poet, world music aficionado, writer, political animal and football fiend. Recently he has started an initiative called Giants in the Land which has so far published two books of poetry. He is currently working on his first novel.

The New Earth

Enlarge poem

As sure as the coming of night and day.

Heaven and earth will pass away.

The stars will fade,

and the sun, burn out.

The moon will blur,

the cloud will darken.

The oceans and seas shall dry up.

But love will remain,

she will hover over the void,

and create a new earth and heaven.

New species of humanity.

The human spirit shall be love.

In that earth and heaven,

heaven and earth will be one.

Capitalism shall love communism,

Islam and Christianity shall live as one.

The Jew and Arab shall eat Passover together.

There shall neither be white nor black.

No races, only the human race,

religion will not exist.

Only spirituality crested on love.

Love shall be the source of all energy.

Darkness will no longer exist.

For love will shine her light,

on our paths.

Materialism will not be,

for ownership will not exist.

But love will exist.

There will be neither male nor female,

neither gay nor straight,

all sexuality shall be love.

As everything else,

love shall adorn all,

and everyone shall be beautiful.

Silver, gold, diamond and oil,

will have no value.

But love will be value.

Love will be God,

a universal feminine God.

Compassionate and unambiguous.

Her priesthood will not be an institution,

all will be her priest.

Her throne shall be in our hearts,

lucid and approachable.

No one would need to be taught Her law, the law of love,

shall be written in our hearts,

like a programme.

There will be no hell.

For no one will need to be evangelised

There will be neither sickness nor death.

Graves will not exist.

Love will be the stability of our times.

There will be no poor, no rich.

Love will supply all needs.

Angels will dwell amongst humans.

The seed of humans shall mingle with that of angels,

man and angels shall be one.

Equal in strength and ability.

Angels will be human,

humans will be angels.

In the new world

created by love.

Featured Poem:

Wind Whispers

Enlarge poem

Winking in the dark is a futile act
the wind whispers.
But I told a joke to a deaf man
who laughed hysterically
and gave me the thumbs up.
I danced for a blind man
who clapped and said
‘my boy, one day you will be the greatest dancer on the earth for your dance reminds me of years gone when my eyes were with me.’
But the wind whispered
‘two people do not lose in a lie if the one being lied to does not know he is being lied to, the one lying knows he is lying.’
‘When the rabbit grows old he sucks the nipples of his young.’
The wind whispered.

But I have stood upon the shoulders of those who came before me.
Now I must strengthen mine for the ones to come.
So like a fatherless son I wonder how to be a man:
Should I take a wife?
And sire a son?
Do I take a gun?
And take a life?
How is it done?
But the wind whispers,
‘to be male is to be born but to be a man, is to make a choice and that is not a day’s journey.’

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

The New Earth

Enlarge poem

As sure as the coming of night and day.

Heaven and earth will pass away.

The stars will fade,

and the sun, burn out.

The moon will blur,

the cloud will darken.

The oceans and seas shall dry up.

But love will remain,

she will hover over the void,

and create a new earth and heaven.

New species of humanity.

The human spirit shall be love.

In that earth and heaven,

heaven and earth will be one.

Capitalism shall love communism,

Islam and Christianity shall live as one.

The Jew and Arab shall eat Passover together.

There shall neither be white nor black.

No races, only the human race,

religion will not exist.

Only spirituality crested on love.

Love shall be the source of all energy.

Darkness will no longer exist.

For love will shine her light,

on our paths.

Materialism will not be,

for ownership will not exist.

But love will exist.

There will be neither male nor female,

neither gay nor straight,

all sexuality shall be love.

As everything else,

love shall adorn all,

and everyone shall be beautiful.

Silver, gold, diamond and oil,

will have no value.

But love will be value.

Love will be God,

a universal feminine God.

Compassionate and unambiguous.

Her priesthood will not be an institution,

all will be her priest.

Her throne shall be in our hearts,

lucid and approachable.

No one would need to be taught Her law, the law of love,

shall be written in our hearts,

like a programme.

There will be no hell.

For no one will need to be evangelised

There will be neither sickness nor death.

Graves will not exist.

Love will be the stability of our times.

There will be no poor, no rich.

Love will supply all needs.

Angels will dwell amongst humans.

The seed of humans shall mingle with that of angels,

man and angels shall be one.

Equal in strength and ability.

Angels will be human,

humans will be angels.

In the new world

created by love.

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