Vic Pister Poems

When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life
Noting all minutest details rolling backwards past my eyes
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I never cease to ponder at the turmoil in my life
Though I feel my soul is peaceful it is manifest in strife
While the strife is all internal 'neath a self content facade
Turmoil rises in the absence of at-one-ment with my God
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From some other time, from some other race
I’ve stopped for a visit, from some other place
A sovereign soul, I retain still a trace
Of all other places I’ve been to in space
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The master said it well with the statement he proclaimed
For I will be that person who has returned again
“Your iniquities shall be visited to the third and fourth generation”
That makes the time just perfect for my next incarnation
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I’m standing at the entrance, there’s another bridge to cross
Will this next step in my journey bring me gain or loss
Should I take the next step boldly? Should I shrink away in fear?
Will it bring me victory? Or will it bring me tears?
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Like chickens they sit on a roost in the dark
With their toes holding tight to the perch
They feel safe in the night ‘gainst their neighbor beside
If the neighbor not jiggle nor lurch
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At the end of the Age of Aries with Pisces on the rise
In the area of Galilee, beneath the burning desert skies
At that time the Romans held Judea in captivity
And the Jews were struggling desperately to get their liberty
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To find the reason for the state of the current human condition
One must sometime rely upon primordial tradition
And the secrets that are hidden in most ancient history
Are sometime brought to light and made clear for us to see
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