A FEW STANZAS OF TH E POET

 OMAR KHAYYAM MY FAVORITE POET

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! 

Khayyam, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned,
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!

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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! 

E FEELING CALLED LOVE

Ah, My Beloved
by Omar Khayyam
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
   Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 

Love can hurt, love can haunt, and love can be extremely cruel
Love can make us convert, make us want, and make us try
To live by the golden rule
Love is not learned in our schools, nor is it required
By our laws
We are born with this precious gift - woven into all of
Our natural flaws
Of all the mysteries, we have yet to unfold in our journey
Through this world
Love is the most complex and misunderstood and has
Yet to be unfurled
Love can in fact lead us on the path to hate and war
When love is used selfishly - and not to be given freely
Anymore
Love can save us, or love can destroy us, - but it will always
Be with us
Therefore, as we confront either - our friend or foe, love is indeed
The only true force we can trust
What sets us apart from all of God’s creation
Is our immense and boundless imagination
Without love nothing could survive, it is the seed of all of
Creation
The obligation of every generation, is to uncover a true
Explanation