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I am the ring around Saturn spinning words as particles of ice and dust with the power to transcend I am the original chosen to be right here right now transmitting verbal frequencies through speaking my thoughts into existence I am the heir of omnipotence, born with a direct connection to profound abundance The one whose words will age, yet still have substance; since there are no boundaries attached to my pen I am constant energy Translating personal experience into imagery Vulnerable to tyranny, yet i continue attempting to share some truth through this abstract language of poetry I am the core I am that I am more I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time; the love you feel when you realize how it feels I am the poem that is abstractly direct because I write beyond limits absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz through meditation for several minutes I am the one bridging the gap between the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit The one who is love because I am a descendent of it I am the rhythm that the wind blows I am the beginning and the ending of stories told about the universe and how miracles unfold I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me Judge that I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right So I continue meeting the different parts of me when I meditate and write Who am I? I AM, THAT, I AM
Opened like a morning leaf exposed beneath the moon, Resting in the tentacles of a clouded ink coccoon. Wringing hands now rest at peace- the solitude of night, a lantern in the wilderness the miracle of flight. Dancing on the tabletops or falling from a swing, is noticing the networking of every living thing. Observation is the art that shows a single frame, experience will turn to stone the given and the gained.
You thought you had me figured out Before you knew my name Cause you're you and you're not satisfied That I am not the same You'll never change the way I love And you can fight for you're dominion But I'm worth a million times the weight Of a dogmatist's opinion And I know that all that you can see Is a stereotype of me All that you thought I'd ever be Is a stereotype of me Did you ever think that you could see me Past the prejudice you hold Past the picture you created And all the things that you were told You're voice is long since dead to me I won't even be provoked When it hurt you to see me smile The things you said went up in smoke And I know that all that you can see Is a stereotype of me All that you thought I'd ever be Is a stereotype of me By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Oneness Authored by Chuck Keys It had no color, Lacking shape, size and dimension. It wasn't moving or breathing. There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there. Touching was useless because it wasn't physical. It was indistinct and limitless. Thinking multi-physically Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically It wasn't here or there and it was. With no distinction, It looked like everything else, Or it could not have looked like everything else. It never made me feel good nor bad, Nor happy nor sad Nor quite nor trite. In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort, Looking more on the surface and less on the inside, Ready to judge and be judged from outside in. The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits, From outside to inside and from inside to outside. We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness." Differences exist for differences, Therefore, differences don't exist. Only "oneness" exists. DEDICATION: This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community, For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment. www.gandhiking.ning.com
LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night
So many ask me to follow them through rusty gates and broken doors Where will I be led whom shall I follow Are their directions better than my own? Will I lead myself down the garden path? confusion Perplexed by messages What will satisfy? Is there meaning to life? Blind guides speak loudly painting pretty pictures on my mind Enticing me with their magic They speak like they know They want me to see what they think they see It is so close just over the next horizon Purpose, serenity Being at one with the universe Peace, love, understanding I pick up a book It warns me there is but one way Directed to the only Son A gift from the Father The creator of all things Earthly wisdom to be ignored become as a little child The opposite of all that I had known A single narrow path I am slowly guided along no longer alone I know who I will follow I am on the road to home
When I am Colder,Older and then alone... I will collect the sky on my own... When the art has faded and the days then fade- when everyone has gone away... I may finally see what never was saw .....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins. This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe The children were all searching or lost in a crowd All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul Though beauty was sold it never came true Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through Materials and poison and everything lost have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art As the sun sets and the darkness grows I too shall follow this pattern in tow Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face She has given me comfort as I leave this place The wars have occurred,humanity's lost Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost Day was Life,Night is Death And the latter has given counsel on my final steps
Dear Me, I need you to be stronger I need you to never be afraid swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer tell her you love her,even if it hurts Grab onto your dream and live it Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity Be better,love more, hold on. Dear Me, Enjoy every stop of the ride. For when the train finally stops...we die Until we witness the angels dance after final day... Dear Me, hide your fears away
"Lucifer's Laments" By M. Taha Effendi (Dramatic Monologue) Do You not see, Almighty God, How Your order man defied? So base, so vile, so gravely flawed, Yet so consumed by pride! He broke all sacred codes though warned, He dared to pay no heed, He mocked Your words, Your gifts he scorned, He breached what You decreed, Beyond the holy saint's facade, There hides a worthless cheat, A savage beast, a thief, a fraud, The master of deceit, Too weak to tame his lust and greed, To feel remorse, too vain, Power, wealth his only creed, And Your worship he disdains, He quenched his thirst with blood he spilled, In countless wars he waged, Centuries wore on. Millions killed, Civilizations laid to waste, But he prides this life of sin and crime, As he leads himself astray! His humanity lost in his race with time, And by the error of his way, Why then My Lord was I expelled? Was mine a darker sin? I am the angel that rebelled, But is not man my evil twin? To salve his conscience, me he blames, When he himself is full of vice, While in his heart surely he shames, To have staged his own demise, It is a myth his vice I feed, He writes himself his fate, Man: A far more disgusting breed, Not merely my incarnate! (Finalist - International Poetry Soup Contest 2011)
A steady hum vibrating one constant low Surrounding me in tiny hummingbird beats The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow The fuzzy sound vibrates on pulsed in it's drones All vision blurs dimly in dark shadowed heat A steady hum vibrating one constant low The yellow window's shade drawn down indigo Gaze at it's outline, with my hands on my feet The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow My round Papasan chair of plush wicker holds My languid form as I relax there complete A steady hum vibrating one constant low Within the dark, my lap cat's bright green eyes glow I'm clothed only in my silhouette's repeat The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow Reflect in beta waves of calm peace I know On blue walls, my fairy outline shifts and beats A steady hum vibrating one constant low The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow
We swallow boulders: (lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken) Mouths open wide and heads tipped back like Hawaiian fire eaters. Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history, sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect and acid. The stones settle, BOOM... BOOM... BOOM... Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight 'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk. We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that we've had rocks for breakfast, lunch, dinner, for years, in the hopes that someone will recognize the broken concrete footprints behind us and touch us gently on the forearm: "Honey, are you alright?" (and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble the already cracking facade?) There's no stopping the torrent then, tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing to the point of cathartic vomit- boulders of every shape and size tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room; broken teeth and granite eyes until we no longer see the floor, the walls... And then serenity. The hand has moved to the shoulder, forming a universal hug. "I'm here now... and you're ok." We stand up, together, and leave that room, a soundless void of yesterday, to absorb the impermeability of stones, carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity. No weight at all now, and barely a second glance, but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...
I love rain It's a month now into spring And still the rain pours down Hey, is it ever going to end There's many here that frown They want the sunny weather That will come soon enought But right now, I'm enjoying it Rain, I love the stuff. Next week we're off on holiday Now it really does rain there And I'll love very bit of it As it soaks up everywhere To hear it's rhythm on the roof It makes me feel so grand Though many think that I am strange They just don't understand We don't get much rain in WA So when it comes, for me It makes me so excited I guess it's how i be So keep that rain a coming down Let me feel it's soft, wet touch I don't know what is wrong with me But I love rain so much. 23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs
I am the hypocritical Christian. I say I follow Christ, But I'm still consumed by my demons. I go to church on Sunday, But I refuse to invite someone back. I want to serve on mission, But I'm too afraid to act. They think I read The Bible, But I just fall asleep in it. They think I'm positivity and smiles, But underneath I'm death and addictions. They think I'm clean and pure, But I'm broken and mistaken. I say I'm not worthy of His love, But Jesus will never let me be forsaken. I pray long prayers, But inside they're empty repetition. It might look as if my faith is strong, But my core is too easily shaken. I say the things I'm supposed to say, But don't follow His actions or obey. I speak the truth the church wants to hear, But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe. I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough To be loved by God and saved through Christ, But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace; It's a free gift. I accept; Now forgiven, changed, and released. Thank You God, Thank You Jesus, Thank You Holy Spirit! In Jesus' Holy Name, We pray, Amen!
My white-washed bars surrounded me - they held me as I slept; they soothed me when the days were long, and mother's blue-eyes wept. A baby girl, six months or less, awakened from my sleep - stood up legs as sure as hope; as strong as flat is steep. My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail so I could peek outside – the bluest sky I'd ever seen, As tall as it was wide; came into view - between the blue, an airplane gliding by, its smoky streamer like a flag, across my memory's sky... The memory is a simple one - a window, sky, and plane - but in my heart, it's heaven's door and there it shall remain. I've hung it on my memory's wall Between that life and this – It covers every hole I've dug In sorrow's vast abyss. This picture brings the special peace I knew when I was small – Where mother's just beyond the door, and waiting for my call… *Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it always...
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely, But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me. If the tears will fall, let them be; I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
Black feathers always absorb the most sunshine - a perfect fusion of dark and light. Ebony eyes glitter high in the calm, cold sky. A quick dip downwards, until wing-tips tenderly kiss the nearly invisible tree-tops piercing the thick winter fog. Currents suddenly catch hard as birds of steel thunder by overhead, breaking the ancient focus, with loud, powerful roars. -Regain thought- Swooping, circling, gliding, in a flight of pure contentment. Black feathers always absorb the most sunshine - a perfect fusion of dark and light.
If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse, one that held what was needed, but not monies curse. One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty, so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty. A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day, to pass out to those in need, I met along the way. I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft. Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft. I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars. Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more. I would go to Washington, there I would invest, two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best. Charity, I would share, with those who live large. Help them to give some away, so no one need starve. I could change so many things and alter many lives. But, I could also do harm and make so many cry. As it is so easy, to think one self's above, to take control of lives, forgetting about love. So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble. So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble
I am like Cleopatra embraced by serpents many fear always trying something new and dramatic with my hair I am like Eva Patrón growing up with a painful family getting lost in movies thinking of my own hypnotizing when I speak First lady of Argentina meeting you, after death would be a treat a nervous habit, of nibbling on my jewelry the similarities, between us gave me a sense of foolery I am like Wilma Mankiller Chief of the Cherokee Tribe for ten years fighting against Native stereotypes despite such distress enemies did stress promoting to 'be of good mind' you were a leader, of your time an advocator for women that they may grow up and become chief as a child, you wondered the forests, like me not the streets I am like Aung San Suu Kyi wearing three types of flowers in your hair feeling at times like a 'splinter of glass, sharp, glinting power to defend itself against hands that try to crush' winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, for courage, was a must I am like Catherine The Great a love to laugh, coffee, and feeling compelled to always fill abandoned blank sheets of paper you were a Royal Russian Empress,with not one red drop of Russian blood and her people, were blessed to have her I am like the Queen of England longest royal lifetime in history strong built, from a miserable childhood toughened her this is no mystery preferring candle light to electricity handwriting over typewriter and poetry I am like Indira Gandhi dreaming to live as she did riding elephants and having tiger cubs as companions your own Sikh security killed you, the story a sad one secret dreams of being a writer angered, by the imbalance of power between men and women listening to beat poets like Ginsberg as a great Prime Minister of India you were heard and understood I am like Rigoberta Menchú drew the worlds attention to native Indians rights, because of you your goal, to be a drop of water on a rock dripping in the same spot, eventually in the world, you may leave a mark wearing many colors 'because it gives you life' insisting men and women be equals you fought this fight to relax, as I do writing poetry into the night I am like Joan of Arc French Military Heroine burned at the stake at just age nineteen known for keeping your cool even on the battlefield being a courageous and inspirational rare jewel Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you
Marching down life's highway, my feet became very sore I then came upon a sign that read "Heaven's Grocery Store" When I got closer the doors swung open wide Next thing I knew I was standing there inside I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere They handed me a basket and said, "Child shop with care." Everything a human required was in that grocery store With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill For I thought I had everything to do the Master's will As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself Then I asked an angel, "Now how much do I owe?" She smiled and said, "Just take them wherever you may go." Again I asked, "No really, how much do I owe?" "My child," she said, "God paid your bill a long time ago."
I am Reality's angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?
Inside my gnawing self a realm spills down through the meadows, wild garlands reached by fingers from afar… the hues, soft pastel brushing across winds on floats so stunning I could taste the stamen in my wet mouth and there, a primitive choir of animals chants of radiant praise for a season as my palms ripple upon the glass of another earth, the mist of day nibbling the flakes from my eyes light turning red, night fading white licking stems of twilight dew, as if the shadows of all constellations rise like giant stones, beautiful and silent, piled up in a row lining into heaven... I walk inside my realm, nestled inside my quiet, contained self © PEACE *During an artists' fellowship last weekend, I printed this piece on 45 reams of art paper and distributed it to my colleagues in the form of scrolls. Our discussion on embracing peace in a world riddled with hostility allowed me to share my thoughts,"let peace begin with me..." , ,,,,,,,,,, for Cyndi MacMillan's Great Soup Poetry Extravaganza by nette onclaud
As I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to take if I shall die before I wake please watch me God all through the night and wake me and my loved ones at morning light please help me become successful with the endeavors I seek please send me a soul mate in which I can keep everlasting love passionate heat please grant me the serenity to know right from wrong and be able to lead by example strive to overcome any downfall please keep my spirit strong through the issues that toil in my soul I aspire for diamonds in life lord and all around me I see coal I aspire to turn things around for I feel my wishes have fallen upon deaf ground my heart has no voice they struggle to hear my sound I pray to be taken away from my daily battles, that humble although compared to others in the world its not much trouble to me, I feel my spirit is caged and yearns to be free King of all Kings in your image, you made me you already know each single step my individual thought you divinely bound me in mothers womb my existence you sought bless me with the chance to be the person in which you hoped for me to soar like an eagle dipping my talons of success in life's sea grant me an optimistic attitude for that is the key Amen to Thee
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt a pondering notion of wisdom is felt I take a sip of his lovely red wine, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine susurrus hymns of love at times or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines silently I sit as his words come to life, Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside his heritage, his love, his grand design I fall in dream into his domain of time, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine a song of one soul a dance for all, profound a story unraveling with pages alive Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine
Tell me of your peace. Let it tell your story now Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams Weary from a journey of self-discovery My child, know the comfort in your peace You feel hope in this familiar place As it gently sloughs the pain away Tell me of your peace In which we all are blessed and free Search throughout your soul sweet child Peer not within your cluttered mind Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven Soaking this in with relucant ease, Breathe it deep with a slow release Take it in, delight in details you discover Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears We share not the same peace, no no Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves Please young one, listen closer now I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies I know you're weary, let go of all you carry Don't be afraid, here you are burden free Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe Sweet child, tell me now if you see Peace resting deep within Waiting for you For you to let it be
As a child, I wished I could refill Sky-blue plates With old grits and scrambled eggs And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor. I thought this would resurrect souls Prematurely swallowed Six feet below By the black holes On Earth. When I prayed, I cursed The Angel of Death For not committing suicide Or at least aborting Murder. After God found me, I helped found a new Garden of Eden By killing The Venus flytrap That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath, And releases non-essential elements That even suffocate Air. I committed These acts of kindness In hopes of being found guilty Of premeditated Prevention of murder And eventually being Given The life-after-death sentence.
How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life's not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you're losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it's time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you'd like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won't last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It's time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it's hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you've been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something's askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There's help for you along the way. You'll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, "Thy Will Be Done", and you'll see it, I'm sure, but just don't run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He'll help bear the load. Don't bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You'll get there soon, if you just don't stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You'll start to believe you're in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you'll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you'll know he's there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God's hands today! There's no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you. Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006
Which road would lead me to heaven? I've been looking for that road. Which road would lead me to freedom? I've been a slave since my birth. Which road would lead me to sanity? I'm going crazy with all the rules. Oft voiceless 'neath society's shadow, it's time to get out of this life. My mind's aching, my heart's slowly breaking, they don't realize what they are doing. I can't bear it all it's time to get home, they're making me a fool I can't go on. Which road leads me to that long-lost place? where everything is love, no trace of hate. I'll find it someday, tomorrow maybe, although they're blocking my way. Which road would lead me to laughter? I've been crying all my life. Take my hand and come with me, just say the word and we'll be free.
I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one. I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, in the World up to that day. And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay. A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white. She became the best friend I'd ever have, you might say we were tight. I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall. Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all. I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day. Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way. The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff. A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff. As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced. And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice. Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay. This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day. Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete. I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet. Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone. But it didn't really matter, for we always knew the way home. As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below. Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does. The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in. They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend. At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow. Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show. Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow. The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear. We'd talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here. Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song. At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged. He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car. I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar. From inside his car he played a song he'd written, while he had been there. I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete. Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.
Inner sanctuary envision harmony and mental clarity focus on a journey of possibility Meditate on transformation and awareness of inner state peace and healing Constructive thought instruct your mind to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice Where you can't see the wood for the trees under your nose is the path of freedom wholeness Put aside perceived struggles revitalize, relax, respond to body, mind, heart and spirit Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal bring about personal healing and conscious awakening Stillness of mind – concentration Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal beyond all negativity away from all interuption To allow time for self communication and expression of inner self Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and sights of nature or universe realisation comes in various form and shape causing us to feel life in fullest expression Connecting – whispers of wind radiating everpresent warmth of sun a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards connecting right back into where we are at right now unmoved unchanged and as we were Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or be judged let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility intelligence of knowing others wisdom of knowing self strength in mastering others power to master oneself Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – whatever – doesn't matter how you refer to it on personal level energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – to have enough is a richness in itself accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself
I drop my words Into a vacuum -So there's enough room- But they're vacuumed up By the lack of air 'Cause I made no wings To bear them Without force I let them go I let gravity Take it's course Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Go up in flames Or slowly rust All that's eternal Is that's pure Pain and hate And love -no more And I'm so scared That it's all in my head That life's a steady march To dead Dead ends and culs-de-sac Take one step forward Then quick! Turn back.
people think i'm peculiar to have think outside the box to have act not like anyone else to have a though heart but they just don't know who i am for i have a sensitive heart i cried easily and fragile but everybody has a flaw sometimes I cried when I can decide things sometimes I lost and don't know where to go can find a life goal up until now and again, everybody has a flaw I like happiness laughing with everybody sharing stories and telling jokes making this world a stage of comedy i filled my life with dreams and hopes looking for ways to brighten people's life keeping faith though sometimes faded but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling i like the philosophy about love seeing peaceful energy that emerges someday i wished i could be among them who fight in the name of love a visionary a dreamer an artist a coward a clown a lover a fighter what i love about me.
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze It blows her pain away The breeze…the breeze…the breeze It makes everything okay For all that seems it brings… A happy breezy Jane~ Wondrous windy days ….can take that empty shame Lifting all the sorrow…..and blowing away the blame The breeze shall seize her fears…..taking them away If fallen leaves could speak…. wonder what they'd say Before they leave the trees…. to convey a changing way For all that seems it brings… A happy breezy Jane~ I wonder if the breeze…. could remove strife that way Making every thing better ….and mixing it with rain The wind against your skin ….doesn't seem like much to say A mighty thought inside…. Procures hope finds its way Lft your head up to the sky…let wind blow where it may For all that seems it brings… A happy breezy Jane
YOU'RE THE WEAK ONE You're the weak one, you're a bully. The weak one is definitely not me. The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can't seem to see. So, I'm going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways. Your weakness began on your first bullying day. Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through. I actually feel a little sorry for you. Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate. Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life? Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high. Al Johnson
New growth of life blooms Nurtured by water and light Look within for peace
I woke to the billowing curtains blowing in the breeze, and the scent of jasmine just outside my window. This once perfect garden is sparse: the unkempt grass, the bougainvillea, and the persimmon tree that we all loathe-- an over-abundance of ripening fruit. The early morning sun casts a hazy pillar of light on my bedroom floor. Don't wake me up.
I woke this morning to the billowing curtains blowing in the breeze, and the scent of the jasmine just outside my window. This garden is sparse: the unkempt grass, the bougainvillea, and the persimmon tree we all loathe-- an over-abundance of ripening fruit. The early morning sun casts a hazy pillar of light on my bedroom floor.
A little leaf floating on restless waters - but I'll go where the river takes me till I find you out in the sea.
The sky on days become too full And gravity will start to pull And capture every bubble frame While popping corks off rich champagne The trees will fool and start to dance And still the time on every branch With baron shrine and fruits to bare The wind that strokes and blows through hair On top-down journeys come to pause And settle howls with loud applause Before acceding way too fast They leave a trail that sprouts from past Of flitter flatters in delight And pitter patters out of sight Extending dreams as arms beseech To touch the always out of reach Parting ways, they kiss goodnight Before the lips close way too tight The watermarks miraged for miles With poppy sighs and angel smiles A substance of the rarest rare The healing voice of hearts that care The silver clouds left in its wake Remain untouched for heaven's sake It can't be met from anywhere But viewed to share the secret stare and ponder why it's so reborn Transparent in its naked form It paints the sky with gold perhaps For all to drink from natures tap The air contains the future's plot Seen at times, at others not It's written in the stars you see Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key Failure amidst surrounds of air That doesn't mean love isn't there
It's minor keys that resonate, I'll stay up late and wait then in between the silence I'll hear the sound of steel and cedar, the slow rebound wrapping around my reflective heart and so it comes,this slow release brings me peace in dead skinned fingers. It's me who lingers unanswered and unsolved even after prayer wheels have been revolved. The answer is not to doubt at all, to take our backs from off the wall, but still these shapes take precedence, a permanent tenement residence of twos and blue toned cadence. That perfection goes unnoticed would be easier to bare if there was someone there to share the exquisite madness and requisite gladness who's roots draw from melancholy but the apple that fell on me knocking sense into me bruising my head releases me, brings peace to me instead.
We played in sandcastles made from falling mistakes... The water washed away all my sins it could take... Precious tears that dried before the pain went away... Now only floating among what never really fades... Paper clipped to my soul like a reminder that makes an imprint... I close my eyes to a darkness that was only a hint... And drift away down a stream to land where I belong... And scribe tales of love and loss in my own song...
In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons The inescapable truth is that in the darkness Even your shadow leaves you Stare at the abyss and the void fills you Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart Shadows lurking out of sight Manifestations surround you the journey of the hopeless soul Is it a lesson that must be endured To make the heart steady So that when you reach the end You truly appreciate how bad it could have been And what you're capable of So that you know that you all need Is your beating heart and nothing else Just you Believing in a dream.. Something that The darkness Can't touch.
I caught a yellow poem in my hands, and it fluttered like a frighten flock of butterfly wings Spreading its yellow bright wings, Then gliding across a sea of gold, we landed gently as a ripple on the pond If yellow is the brightest color in the rainbow, then, let me chase a yellow poem -- through your candlelight If we land with both feet on the ground, I wonder, why we could not catch a yellow butterfly smile today
highway grinding myway finding mental meanderings philosophic ideals mirrorly miles of reflection passed under tired tires
The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark of it, I would be a rich man... So long this ribbon of love that flows over the rocks of age and distant torment... The gate keepers sit alone watching, waiting for the violators who dare not call mundane theirs... It is those shackles which bind misguided dreams that which make fertile ground for the barkers at the door, for what else does one need to grey the vision and dull delight? You carry the scent of the well-traveled said the withered old man - I too know your pain, that which comes from never knowing home - those of us who seek blindly that which the world cannot give - home is not a place but a thought in time and nothing more than a stop to rest your ambition... Cry only for only those who cannot hear you, for it is selfish to do otherwise and seek home in the gentle embraces of those that know you... Be kind to those who would bite you, for in doing so it will bring light to a dark path... AND Always rejoice in life - it pisses them off and helps them to see the tragic flaw of their diluted beliefs...
Predict every possible way for a world war to break out and prevent them In times of need set up the dominos of disaster dont think there is no god in control with a plan and a blue print and when the scripts come out for the world layers on how to get along all my generation has to do is rehears it and learn from it and pass it to the next live in peace forever with the perfect harmonised seven characteristic leaders of the world scripted politics perfected for peace because the geniuses solved the riddle of thou shalt not kill then show man how to perform a man made miracle and pass it down as a legacy of peace and life lessons to the next generation as they figure out metaphorical riddles of knowledge and work towards the wonder if you can become the god trainer and pull of the surprise holiday?
LIFE A Bland Nothingness Changing our Lives We all Seek solace within Allowing oneself to Disassociate From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits Discovering nothingness, is quite something Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle Some fear boring lives intrude on life's fiesta There is no need for fear when changing One needs to relax to keep focus For creating a new life within Embraces your solace Nothingness A Bland LIFE
Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes? Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something they need to see in themselves? Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for leaving you to ask who i am? Whats the will I am saying? as he steals my spotlight leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck sure im no hippy sniffing daisies pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex with a picket sign saying peace please Is it because im gay? Is it because im spiritual? do we have penis envy? Have you read the lists? are you going to pay the tithe? and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments please please don't think twice the murder of crows circling cawing in the blood moon sky November rains down on this wedding day and I am forever by your side why does my will the will i am hate me? is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger an itch below the waste why must everyone pull eachother down back into the boiling pot like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race to lose it all then fall and sing and sway and praise and humm such blasphemous amazing grace of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes oh sweet sugar coatings and icing on the cake The will iam I wonder counting crows a famous last name with me Mr jones why do you hate the will I am Is it because i read tarot cards? is it because i'm gay? is it because i'm amongst favorites? is it because im controversial? is it because you have nothing to say? but who am i flamethrower i sit here a hack with a curse gor the harpie you are and a smile upon my face i throw this effortless nothing and never look back the stone falls into the pool of the abyss oh will i am mr jones why do you loathe what you dont understand?
How did I get here? Amongst the crusty sand and screeching gulls Where greasy waves spill haplessly Under an unyielding, gray sky How did I get here? Wandering about in pained abstraction Looking at the rolling, dark waves Parceled out in hopeless piles That crash against this jagged beach Retreating in thinly, flattened sheets Only to return newly crashing waves The endless crash and retreat that tugs at me Soon vanishes to obscurity in the open sea Where all things mix and die Forever in timeless ritual Were only my soul to return so easily And crash again with all its might Were only my heart lightened To join those retreating waves Then I too could return anew To cut my little edge on this beach And retreat backward to the sea Where all things mix and die
The shine came off of her back that day under the magnolia tree She sprawled her arms like tree sized roots and swayed with the swaying breeze It was always her choice of blossoms that seemed to bruise to the delicate touch It was always on the day she was about to die that she wanted to live so much She sank from luxurious apple green into chameleon red as I drew her a picture of spring time and the resurrection of the dead The snow fell sweet on the tree that year in a vision of rains to come as I sparked a match and drew her breath in the winter's fallen sun.
Lump of bitter dreams In waking, tough to swallow In sleep, liquid pools to be tasted, drank silver, only to metal harden.
Tonight, of all nights, I catch the falling sky while the world spins off it's axis out the corner of my eye My room is barely lit by a single firefly as I blow the trees off mountains with a singulary sigh. The resin of the moon is the shadow of my face The stars collide and sprinkle dust to make their big escape They land among the treetops as an ember burnt through space curling ribbons in the leaves at a wilted sparkler's pace. Climb my psyche if you will spin the world backwards better still tear me off a sapphire pill to fix this woe that's made me ill. Tonight, of all nights, I say good bye as the weight off my back gently slides I still have that light from my firefly so if you don't mind now I'll close my eyes...
Lord, I believe in You and myself, With You I can do almost anything. Even if I'm overweight... I believe You'll keep me alive until the day You want me back home with you. I'm sorry for my sins And all of us are imperfect humans: Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves, And everything else you hate. So please forgive all of us and open the gate To Your Heavenly Kingdom. Have Your Son save us all. Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You And Your Promise for Eternity, But Your Son's words reassure me. I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation, But remember You'll keep me safe If I just forever keep my faith.
TODAY is here, do not look back for yesterday Yesterday is gone Today do not wait for tomorrow Today is a last opportunity For tomorrow ,a today will be gone Tomorrow a new sun will rise Leaving today behind Take each treasured moment today Live it to the fullest Knowing it will only last today For tomorrow, it will be in the past Live each hour, each minute, each second Because it will not come again Today live life like there is no tomorrow Because sometimes tomorrow never comes
Away I drift… From right here and right now Free of bonds… Anchored to worldly pains Here lays exposed… My strength, my heart, my essence Upon the precipice… Riding away on the only true freedom Resting in sunlight… On green New England seashores Endless Waves washing… Away the aches and troubled sorrow Laying here I desire… No stability, no purpose, no weight Less the power of heart… To release momentary responsibility In this place I have loved… And felt it's purity of redemption I have been the scholar… And the open learned pupil It's here I give of myself… Knowing I will gain from the effort Here I gain true wealth… Beyond the treasures of mans avarice For a moment I transpire… Outside the boundaries of body A wearied welcome traveler… Entering an undiscovered country Allowed by the azure skies… To drift within this calm and peaceful realm Until the call of the Thrush… Brings my minds eye back to focus
You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm protecting. You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I would never wear. If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why. Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless race. I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I just need someone to give me courage. I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her face. In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know that your confident and well worth the struggle.
Mint in the eyes, metal in mood buckled in sunshine, burning in brood You represent all in life that is good I long to be in your presence. Sipping your whispers, earful and shine standing like I still believe you are mine Sappy and spindly in limbs while I pine I miss your touch with a vengeance. Wind in my mouth, catching my breath pulling me forward until I accept we are a mist from our birth to our death We are the virtue in essence.
Releasing the rigid anchor line Leaving the safety of land in our wake Warm July zephyrs filling the sails Resting even hands upon the tiller As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor Alone with the lights from distant headlands Their essence illume the crests softly breaking Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…
My God, he doesn't Want me to suffer Horribly, beating myself up For the nature of only breathing My God, he isn't a Murder Vindicating war with a divine right Wasn't given, By my God I don't have a religion but a philosophy I speak to my God directly, I don't need a middle man because It's me and my God Oh yes, I believe in the Lord But at times I see, things that should not be seen He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw Drip down and clear the eyes Lets these emotions saturate and open out We make our own destiny The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness He tells me my end but how I get there Depends on my actions And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening? Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren't we all, sinners? I fall ill Thinking of all these lies swirling Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the Minimum health regulations TELL ME LORD Why do you let this happen, what is the solution? He speaks one word: you Others run with miscommunication Thinking, you? You? You? Pointing fingers throwing bombs Shooting children, in the name of God While tears fall from the sky, clouding All that's morally right But its really, it's up to you you you To change the world Do you, believe, in the Lord?
Imagination runs wild and free I can be whatever I'd like to be free to be me
Oh little quipster Come dance for me Embrace upon me Wit and humor Hypnotize me With alluring charm Unbreakable Fill your performance With moments of regret Whipped and wrenched Upon my spirit Do me this favor One final time And I shall forget Your debt to me
The day's eyes closing bidding goodnight Stroking the skies bitter reddish copper Wind arrested folklore settling low Lit only by the soft blushing of candlelight My final stanza is penned for me The bounty of my lifetime in toil Strewn wearily about yet I am gratified Back to the beginning at last I'm beckoned The wonder of life sweetly consecrated Eons of drudgery sit pure upon my crest The symphony strings echoing dully Life's eminence now infinitely darkened Those earthbound lament over me Their salty sacrifices fall a blessing The attribute of living sits grimly Yielding with each burdened exhale, venerated I fight ahead awaiting those whispers A final focused moment of noble dignity Delaying but an instant to express…before My spirit answers back in perpetual silence
The nights were long and my days seem short had to do something so I left my port A one-way ticket on a greyhound bus a compelling journey inner feeling must trust first stop,Durango high in the Rockies a couple of days hiking loud thunder was shocking Next stop,was Gallup from here,began my walk about unsure of destination first step began my route Halfway to nowhere dropped my load,to look around sensational insight revelation was found Looked back toward beginning so distant,out of sight looked ahead for the end no end to my flight Sort of like life past and future,uncertain adventerous journeys once removed from our curtain continued my walk through the mountains of Arizona amazing sights spent the night all alone-a Under a canopy of stars cool evening wind no city lights a universe with no end Infinity came calling understanding to follow somewhere hides destiny heartsongs sung hallowed.....
Directions to envision a lost trail of agony Reveals passage to a black bag tautly held for many years While overhauling contents of a violent imagery I thrust forward to the pathway of rudimentary repair To weaken the hold and ease the grips of anguish and despair Thoughts are pulling me,pushing me toward perception more each day Torn apart by recognition as it was consciously turned away Broken of hand it plummets, while insulting the earth below Thousands of tears race from the bag as I nurture my scorned ego A gush of emotion slashes the soil in a torrent, bitter rain While viciously spouting a pool of frustration Then is snatched up by the dirt again In contempt of the ailing turmoil that stifled many a goal The soil sucks it down, further down, then swallows it in whole The satchel of stressful burden once over-stuffed by me Descends to fill on devil's rations where it packs up easily Fate of torments asunder, I had to let go To cradle awareness and potentially grow Advanced from suppression, unwilling to stumble Into the black clutch of madness where healthy minds crumble
Loyalty One self Virtuous Eternity
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life Light heartedness, laughing at one's self! Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti's poem NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.
Only light can penetrate the darkness that resides in the default state of mind I descend from beta to delta through binaural beats; instantly caught between frequencies beyond time I absorb amplitudes of acoustic energy and I learn to just be earth Since I am the earth and because I am of the one that is the source of its existence, I've owned the power of omnificence I realize now that I AM because HE is since I am from that, a descendant Created in the image of a thought and a feeling from the Universal Mind I tune in to this vibration from rhythmic pulse that manipulates subconscious minds Immersed between 4 and 7 hertz; brainwaves halt to a conscious sleep All chakras are aligned shining crown energy and now my consciousness begins to reap! and light begins to penetrate the harmonious beams that were already there constant and always there is now flooded with sound patterns that force brainwaves to submit to power of omnipresent sound that always was and always will be connected to the Source from which I came so I extend exponentially beyond; physical time and space I long to embrace the intensity of gamma rays I give way to the coded sounds that resonate from the inner core and continue to connect through the binaural beats that - remind me of before Always familiar but ignored until found by gaining knowledge of self I listen with the intent to excel while reaping an abundance of benefits and rewards Listen!! It's already yours Just reach out and grab it as long as intention and ego is checked the universe will correspond accordingly it will deliver a life to you divine and orderly Just listen to the sounds that were there from before They will guide to to the vibration from the core and it will guide you to connect directly with the source
Sometimes I admire the littlest things A simple rock. A blade of grass. They need no future goals, no tax exemptions They don't need to go anywhere or be anything They just are. Sometimes, especially when I'm reading life insurance policies, I envy the rocks and the grass And try to be like them for a moment. I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind- And it whispers in my ear: Just be. And for that moment I don't need to go anywhere or be anything. And at the snap of my fingers, All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind. Jacob Reinhardt 10/07/13
A tribute to Ramana Maharshi, a man who has inspired me for forty years. a greaty Indian saint he was.....Peter Who Am I? Sometimes I ask the question "who Am I?" Am I just this tiny speck put here by trust? Just a puppet in the hands of destiny To be blown within the wind just merely dust. Then sometimes I'm aware of who I am As I stand beside a lake or waterfall As the music of the morning melts into me And deep within that ancient whisper calls. Well I ask myself this question "Will I ever find the way?" Ramana told me what to do Said "Do it now, today!" Oh such a little question one may ask Does the answer come and blow the mind away? Will the truth arise to set the bird to freedom? If one asks this thing each minute of the day.
A new photograph floats to the surface Playfully dressing up as the world around me Hat, striped socks and all Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment Before sinking back into my ocean mind. One after another they arrive Single file, Steeping my eyes in the world As the minds shutter, ever fluttering Strings together this conscious stream I play in. My photographs fade in time's wrinkled arms. Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor, They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself: Who am I? Jacob Reinhardt 10/3/2013
To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup 300 Solomons 300 Beacons 300 Spartans 300 Martyrs 300 Tales Done 300 Threads Spun 300 Heartsongs 300 Touchstones 300 Scheherazade Only 700 More, GOD and Wherever YOU Beam Me 10,000 More, Gleam Me - - - - - - - - - - … I Have Lost 200 Poems But Here Are 300 Because I Open My Arms To Inspiration Undaunted … " Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born " - - - - - - - - - - A Childhood Poem Remembered … I See The Moon and The Moon Sees Me GOD Bless The Moon and GOD Bless Me … and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry … The MoonBee
Let the evils of the day suffice to themselves, And the dark not descend to deeper depths. Let our better angels draw their subtle breaths, To softly sing of virtue 'round our souls' deep wells As the nightfrost bears the spectral knells From distant, dreaming, timeworn towers Slowly marking magical hours, Casting secret shadowspells. Let slip our barqes upon the sea of dreams, Above those deeps where memory sleeps. Unloose the furrowed, careworn brow As our ship above soft wavelets streams, Unheedful of the kelpy deeps Beneath the brightness we call Now.
Look Away Don't look this way For I have been burned in the face. Defeat and captured Only released by the sound of my breathing. From dust till dawn I say look away for I no longer wish for you to see me. Released the blood from my eyes. Look away for I have you placed in my heart I wish you not to see me this way. Though I be burn ,torn,tattered and fatal wounded Shall my breathing keep me sane. May you memory keep me warm See these words I speak,hear me breathing so shallow. Feel the darkness that formed in my eyes Since this is my mind I may be released. But forever trapped in a maze that brings Me up to drag me down. Look away for I am burned in the face As long as you remember your in my heart, And memory I shall be in yours. So I shall say look away For I am burned tattered and torn inside my mind. Just look away
Because tears are meant To be a symbol of strength Even in hard days.
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you're going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you're in... Maybe there's "no way out." God remains faithful! This is what he's all about! Perhaps it seems like all you've tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won't you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God's word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He's here to help! He's always near! He's someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He's here right now … Won't you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He'll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton
Land of the free Home of the slaves The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate Amongst the soil where they were slain I'm hearing their struggle I'm feeling their pain I can't imagine being forced to part from my family All for massa's gain So I pay homage to those who promoted change People like every slave who tried to escape Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman And the safe houses who were in accord And peg leg Joe with his song Follow the drinking gourd. People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard And who was dismissed and defamed The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names The list could go on The full will never be told So I pay homage to others who were bold Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Charles Drew George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks Who's death by the way Symbolized the American lie You cant declare the rights of all men While the people of African decent rights get denied But still we rise Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen None who were showed any love Yeah it's an uphill battle, But obviously greatness can be done. We can rise above this stigma That blacks are lazy and daunting That our worth is null and void And in essence minus nothing And of all the names mentioned And the greatness of their successes No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind And once you have experienced just a taste of it It changes your perception of time The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom It's mine
So, now it has come to this. Raging fires, layered against razor-tipped tongue, ready to land upon eagle's nest. Ready for Solace's oceanic visions... Visions that never cared to change me, only loves me enough to embrace. She didn't care to see right through me, only cherishing me enough to see within. She never caressed my love while picking past-time scabs, guilt sway dangling; a presumptuous noose. She never hung me to out to dry, a dangling blanket bloodied from ambivalent missionary positions. No jealousy grasp against my closet dusted skeleton. She never cut me with diamond ring uncertainties. She never told me she loved me, while running towards horizons' indifference. She simply wants to be memories' wind upon my hand, knowing I shut my palms from judgments' scythe and nightmares of distance filling my miles, wallowing in my sin. As I, smell the winds of change. This scent lingers, a wisp crying for release. A rose petal no longer willing to come to terms. A dream no longer wishing to exist with minds' eye shut. A heart ready to be continued... © Drake J. Eszes
The Check is in the Mail Authored by Chuck Keys At the beginning there was no rain, Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning. The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds Pouring sheets of rain soon followed. The stones and the ground cover cringed, Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present. There was no place to run or hide. God Was making his statement. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud Louder and more intense with each breadth The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, Absorbed in the discomfort of now. And it's not going away on its own. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. He was stolen, placed in chains, 400 years ago, Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out Never allowed to be his own, Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) Yet beings we all are. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. We cry for what was taken but can never be returned Not wanting to be raised above or over, Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality. Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead, No more waiting for the check in the mail, But expecting the expected. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. The storm is here and now. A debt of honor is due, With the passing of time, where is restitution? We accept love, education, pride and joy, We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, The lack of housing and work, Pain never fades on its own. It needs attention. God's values our values, The one constant, never becomes vague. Without compromise. Without compromise. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. The storm continues with its blinding rage, Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts, Everything is in play.
Many Colors Authored by Chuck Keys There are many colors Some breed hate Others hide our fears. Vague shades contradict clarity It can hide guilt but not shame Colors are an empty value. We are pure and proud When we see colorless In our hearts as well. © Charles H Keys, 6/15/2010 © All Rights Reserved
It's not a lesson to be taught Or a skill to be acquired It's the nudge to move forward Open when the time is right It's the spirit inside God leading on the way On the journey to discover He is all you need It's the courage to let go Say yes instead of no Reveal what you've been holding back As Jesus takes the wheel It's the realization that it doesn't matter What others think of you God leads you where you're meant to be Just allow you to be you It's the standing up to fear Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!" The battle has been fought too long Time to let the stalemate end It's the inspiration you've been holding For others and for yourself The light we've been dimming Rather than shining on His behalf It's the spontaneity in the decision To follow His call all the way Discovering peace in being you Wide open as the perfect creation you are The world out there is brutal But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand His bravery now is all we have But His bravery of love is all we need May God bless you!
It's been a good run To the back side of sixty, The short side of time. First Hollywood kiss Behind a pink crepe myrtle. Thanks, Patsy Werner. High school was okay. Didn't help me to focus; So, my mind wandered. Surfed Bonzai Pipeline, Big waves break into lava. What made me do it? Vietnam jungles. I wondered why I was there. America lost. Smoking pot. Stereo. Good fun in the seventies. Psychedelics too. And three wives later, I finally found true love. We're still together. My destitute heart, Saved by the sweetest angel. I love you, Sandy. Sooners are my team. Most winning football program In the Modern Era. I am retired now. But I have plenty to do. Golf, primarily. I've been writing more. Perhaps I will write a book. I have many tales. I'd chase young girls; but, Girls with a "grampa" fetish Are so hard to find. If I am lucky, I will just drop dead one day. With my peace of mind. Yes, made a good run To the back side of sixty, The short side of time.
My younger days, I had naught. At least, that was what I thought. Fame and riches, the goals I sought. Wanting only things that could be bought. Day after day, for them I fought; And in the game, I was caught In the cold and ruthless life I'd wrought. As life progressed, I began to see That not all things had price or fee, The most beautiful things are truly free, Hope and joy, compassion and empathy, Someone to love and to love me. And in my quiet moments, I began to plea; And so, my true happiness came to be. Others could share in this lesson too. You can believe my words are true; But it seems a lesson valued by few. Instead of a life and memories you rue, Reappraise your life and what you do. It's never too late to renew Your life and be…….. a happier you.
We fight for our lives, We fight for our freedom. We live for pride, We live for honor. What is our lives without freedom? Some think it is not worth living if one cannot obtain freedom. Others would disagree and praise the hand that feeds them, Even if that which they praise is a monster.... just to live and breath... Squeeze out of life all they can... no use of pride or honor. For what is pride and honor really worth? Death? I would think not, for life is more powerful the death. But why choose life if pride has vanished and honor ceases to exist? Ones reason for pride has changed over the years. Once it was that of a good man with a pure soul who could be proud and deserved honor, But now... now... it is beauty and wealth that lead us to have pride in ourselves... So shallow, no depth... Surface looks, when did they overrule the pure complete honesty we should all live by? But we are lost... what is the way back? Is there a way back? Do we even care enough to look for a way back? Or better yet, if we did look and find a way back what would we find? Perhaps we would discover that the meaning of pride and honor has been forever corupt, And the only way out is to turn and look forward... for we cannot change the past, We can learn from and use our knowledge of it to help mold that which is to be our future. A future of continuing freedom. A pathway to Peace.
Dream Reflections So drained, I feel like a trained monkey Who is paid to dance I can't wait for The chance to sleep If it doesn't Happen soon Grim reaper might come Knocking at my door When I fall asleep Driving home I shall visit the moors of Ancient fairies and Hills of enchantment, Once my curly head lands On my feather pillow I might dream of lazy days Laying under a weeping willow tree After taking a long dip in a cool Stream on a hot summer day Who knows where my Subconscious might take me, Good thing my Admission will be free, Because I don't have a Penny on me currently Time is ticking so swiftly These trying days, I must say goodbye, Before I drift off to Dreamland too suddenly Goodnight
Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
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My roots are trembling through clay orgasm, tumbling the landslide that speaks every shake or so. Leo roars and I await life, Generic roving rumbles reminding me of the world around, but I never remember how to cling to the ground.
I live where lime trees bloom before spring has come, where early unattended fruit drop from the trees... I gather some in a silver metal bowl and place them on a table. These green and yellow limes are round, redolent, with a clean citrus flavor. I squeeze one, release its oils, and rub my hands with wringing motions, cover my nose to breathe the fresh, clean scent -- and marvel, once again, how such simplicity can cheer me.
Omniscient guy Yet he lets bad things happen How can he exist?
LIfe's been good Life has been good to me I have no real complaints Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs I have never been a saint But I have sampled many things And I have lived them all I've been a hero in some ways And I have been a fool. Adventurer I've never been I've mainly read or wrote But I have strived to be myself Not a book somebody wrote Though life has kicked me once or twice It's been a jolly ride And I have learned with each new day To take life in its sride And I rejoice, I do At all thats been and done They've all brought me home to this This new born, rising sun And I don't know what God is Or whatever there might be All I know is some strange power It really must love me. 22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
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Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
I've watched the war from behind closed doors; Eyes too glued to close. And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more. God's love is the only hope we know. We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus. We are saved because of the love that is Jesus. We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us. We are loved! No matter what we've done, we are loved! Confess and ask for forgiveness; This is such a beautiful gift! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! You forgive me! You save me! You change me! I am changed! I am new! I am renewed! I am forgiven! I am saved! I am changed! There's porn no more For God's hope is in store! There's porn no more For God's love is the hope of the world!
I'm worried where the next dollar will come from. Will she ever arrive? Will she ever show up? But why am I worrying? Stop it! It's all in God's Great Hands! It's all under God's control! It's all within His plans! It's all His And He will provide Because He is our Father! He loves us! It's all His! Trust Him! I know it's difficult; He will not lead you wrong. He knows where you need to go. He knows what you need to endure. It's all His plan. It's all in His Hands! Lay down your life; Give the control. He is in control! Thank You Father! Trust Him! It will all be okay! Trust Him! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! Thank You Holy Spirit! I love You always! I trust You always! I trust You! I trust You! Yes, yes I do! I trust You! I love You! Amen!
I am strong, I am brave so many ask why I am so strange my reply has always been because God made me this way with curious looks and a grin I look at them and say I have red hair that I must tend what more do I need to explain/center> Just silly
She's the little girl with pigtails, who sits quietly at her desk. Whose eyes lift to meet no one, whose clothing is always a mess. He's the little boy on the playground, whose strays alone without a friend. Whose countless cuts and bruises, are too deep for those to mend. She's the little girl in the lunch line, who stares at classmates having fun. Her mouth never forms a smile, her long sleeves cover what's been done. He's the little boy, who lashes out in anger, as his classmates stop and stare, in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy who seldom had a word to share. She's the little girl who recites excuses, for every injury her tiny body may bear. A rehearsed story told so perfectly, no one notices the blankness within her stare. He's the little boy who startles so easily, and jumps at the loudest sound. A little boy covered in shades of blue, inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. She's the little girl with pigtails, she sits alone, without a friend to tend, a black tinted heart of abusiveness, hidden injuries never to mend. They were the little boy and girl in the classroom, who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime, of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser, who raised their hands of abuse one last time.
Travelers tempt the hand of fate, of time moving from within one box to the other side. Sometimes we're scared, we cry sometime yet, to take that step, that risk "Ah, let the heart abide." Moving from within one box to the other side we get a new perspective, a learning most sublime. Yet, to take that step, that risk "Ah, let the heart abide," different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime. We get a new perspective, a learning most sublime, a hard fought for understanding, from which we can't backslide. Different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime, all are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide. A hard fought for understanding, from which we can't backslide, a call for peace and unity within this woman's lifetime. All are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide, as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time. A call for peace and unity within this woman's lifetime sometimes we're scared, we cry sometime, as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time travelers tempt the hand of fate, in searching different climes… Topic:Backsliding
Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter Eye for Eye. Folk were listening to our lord Such a crowd had gathered round The news of this enigma Had spread from town to town. The multitudes all came to him To hear the words he spake He'd been speaking there for quite a while And the day was getting late. The lord with Passion in his tone He told those multitudes {There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners The good Lords words, their food} He said to them "now you have heard An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth But I give you another law So listen to my truth". "Do not resist an evil person When struck on the right cheek Turn to him the other also Just hear these words I speak If someone wants to sue you And take your tunic too Then let him have your cloak as well This, I do say to you". If someone makes you walk a mile Then walk with him for two. Give what one may ask you for This be the thing to do. If someone would borrow from you Then do not turn away. Hear ye this, it be the truth These words you hear me say".
On his shoulders he carried me, when I tarried when young. He'd huddle me close, and tell me the stories Of how he grew up. The things that he loved to do most. Correct me when wrong. And punish when bad he'd Protect me from harm, And when ill - He'd wrap me in blankets, And nurse by my side, Till one day I grew up And rebelled. In your footsteps You wanted Me to have followed, And done everything by your will. But I'm my own person, So listen to my side, Are you in with me this time Or still…? Do you not answer? Hear my pain call? As I struggle to find my own way. Is it time I departed? Is it time that I learnt? To have my own will What d'you say? Well I'm sorry You're silent. You're so disappointed. But I know that you feel I am wrong. I can't take this no longer I'm so full of anger. To my misery Is there no end? Well I'm out!... Do you hear me?... Dont misunderstand me. I'm grateful for what you have done. But for now I don't know me. I don't know the answers. I'll pack up my things and be gone! But then you say to me Just listen – child listen, One day you will settle You'll see. You'll be married. With children. Putting food on the table - Working hard to bring in the dough Then you'll think of these words Just follow my footsteps That way you will Come to no harm. And the voice in your head Will silently say - I told you, Was right all along. I'm your father I taught you to follow my footsteps; To know what is right and Whats wrong!
God made all people But some better than others? Stop being silly.
We will cherish these moments Because they are few, But please always remember I will always love you.
This is dedicated to the uneducated who, segregate from the greats the hate gave integration to, though the paved the way for you, you just simulate the flu, infected with cold hearts like inflammation made it through, To... You... So take a second to converse, listen to me, then speak, just make sure you think first, about the thirst, of the dream, had by Dr. King, which would hurt beyond the seams, if he witnessed everything, The Scenes! How we're treating one another, Educated versus thugs, like we are not brothers, What's the point to jump from slavery to having white lovers, if less racism means the blacks hate each other? My Brothers! I have no intent on hating you, I just hope you make it through. So this is Dedicated To You...
In the exact moment that I am right now I stand in a sea of vulnerability; susceptible to the effects of causes around me and since I am fully aware, I own my surroundings I am one with sounds and vibrations resonating from the earth; I am that pulse of the drum beat thats been thrashing inside me since birth Right now, I am exactly as I am deeply flawed and misjudged used, victimized and persecuted Right now I am you in the absolute Right now, I am exactly as I am balanced, whole and complete attracting abundance and certainty Right now I am peace - still you Right now, I am exactly as I am You
You've fallen down again; How can you let darkness win? You just scraped your knee, You didn't break your leg. It will all be okay; I will give you strength. Brush it off, my child; Come and take my hand. Let me help you up again; You will be okay. I have always been with you, And I always will be. I am by your side, But this time, Will you allow me to take the lead?
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the 'Prince' is alive! Ascension available, access through your heart Seek and you shall find! Time is short, personally unite, connect as one Eternity given Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with 'our lord Jesus' and 'our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit ***Happy Easter Everyone***
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
They praise me like a saint, But I am a sinner; They don't know the man they see. I am an addict. Broken eyes to pornography, Only Jesus can set me free. Only by His death on the cross And the grace of His Father's love Am I able to be set free. With God as The Light, The One and Only Light, The Only Hope in sight, Will I be set free. I am free.
Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day by Amy Swanson Kissed so softly by the sun warmth on my face wind in my hair enjoying this place of quiet contentment at peace with life letting my problems go .... ... flow... out into this sunfilled sunshine sunglow sunkissed afternoon without a care. Breeze blows gently I close my eyes ... soul drifts along entwined with nature precious moment peaceful solitude ~d r i f t i n g~ dreamlike... kiss of sun hot on my eyelids - my heart open I welcome the day.
You've got to love your life. I'm drifting through my life As I climb those rocky trails The only place I want to be is now The Spring comes, me just sitting here As the grass grows by itself I never did want too much, anyhow. Can't worry about your burdens One has to travel on The past can't do no damage, it be gone And the future, well there's no one knows No matter what they do You cannot stop those hands from moving on. You've got to love your life That's the only way to go There ain't no going back to what's been done Cause life was made for loving The song you sing is yours You're a one off soul, you be the only one. You have to live your story No matter where it goes No matter what the hard knocks you might gain The road might lead to nowhere Yet dance it anyhow When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.
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The day is oh so quiet. The sun has not come up. But I can see it peeking. The world awaits it on its throne. Everything is still. No one is running about. What a perfect time for poetry… Before my brood is up. Beautiful. Serene. A cup of coffee near by. A moment out of time. Within this cocooned moment… The world is all mine.
I am a Muslim, I'm not a "terrorist". How can I be a terrorist when I'm against all kinds of injustice. I'm against every act of sin and evil. I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people. I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression. I'm against stealing, against taking away people's loved ones and belongings for no reason. I'm against suicide bombings, against racism, against ignorance, against self-harm and even derision. What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates oppression. I hate it too when people fight for foolish nationalistic reasons. I'm a Muslim; I follow the true religion of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful Who simply wants us to answer His Call to believe in Just One -Just One God of all. So don't call me a "terrorist" when I clearly don't have a 'mass destruction' weapon and my goal in life is to be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.
18th & 19th February 2012 Weary, drained spent, shattered, Deep inside, many of us are spattered & battered. Oddled once joyous hearts now beat all tattered, Happiness to the heart is what always mattered. Delayed, late, belated, in life arrives somber, Dark, dull, drab, dingy, macomber, Dismal, solemn, melancholy, lugubrious, These recur within and indigenous. I decree to me and myself To Unleash from within Unleash from within me the power of choice, To take a chance on change and rejoice. Unleash from within the power to give, and forget and forgive. Unleash from within the power of trust, Work on the "t" or the relationship will rust. Unleash from within the power to listen, But not lose your voice or happy face that glistens. Unleash from within the belief, That something wonderful will happen today and will be a big relief. Unleash the power not to criticize yourself, And see for yourself what happens when you appreciate yourself. Unleash from within the power to Love Learn Laugh . Unleash from within, Unleash from within…………… The beginning is the hardest but is life's secret cotter pin………..
I picked up a penny face-down, But I don't believe in luck. Everything happens for a reason; God's mercy frees the stuck. Redeem me, Heavenly Father; Please, I know the wrong I've done. Thank You for dying for me; My sins You have overcome!
Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 ) Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board ! Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord ! Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard ! Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword ! (He's Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!) So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can't Afford The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored It's All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar ( Rev. 13: 11-15 ) Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) (Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born) GOD … Please Grant Us: The Courage Of Jesus The Strength Of Jesus The Loyalty Of Jesus The Love Of Jesus The King Of Kings ( Rev. 19: 16 ) The Prince Of Peace ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 ) & The Amen … ( 1 Cor. 1: 20 & Rev. 3: 14 ) That's Why … In The Name Of Jesus ( Philippians 2: 9-11 ) Amen His MoonBee
I love this drug it makes me sooooo.....mmm superwomaly flying to the fifth or sixth dimension of an extension of me Not being self absorbed or super conceited just longing to be treated as the one longing to the one of a ton of many ones that want to be cool...smooth...easy like a commodore morning. Glorifying the timing of a lingering love for me... Jill Scott found the magic number so I wonder why can't I be that fly to find that equation that will solve the problem of unlimited elation to the nth degree you see I've managed to stay cool...no fool around here to disrupt or put an abrupt end to the trend of being a friend to a Crew of Spirits beyond limits and understanding...thanking Him for the pace of grace that I feel to deal with others who want to change the solution to my equation of being one with my Saviour.
it has been said that "man will destroy man" we are our brothers keepers let us keep on keeping...
Expectation's a sure path to pain First we cover our gaps with dreams And let them dreams grow within Tall, thick and feasible Turning to purpose Then obsession That thwarted Maddens, Hurts.
Stand up and shake; Feel the rhythm in your heart. Ignite those pants; We get up and dance. God on our mind, Eternity in our souls; Feel the chills of those bones. It's the hope. Open those closed doors: Into Heaven we go, Welcomed and forgiven. Here is the love; Let's dance!
You are in my heart wherever I go; You I will never let go. You are with me always; You I am always. This is love. Build by God above, This is love.
Questions for everyone Has anybody ever sat? In a garden filled with flowers Have you felt the magic there? Have you felt the power? Have you sat there with the body still? And the mind too, just the same? Have you ever lost yourself? As the mind stopped playing games Have you seen those magic colours? And really seen them too! Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze? Have you seen the way she do? Touch those branches with her glory Make them dance in the morning sun As the sparkles nearly blow your mind And you're the holy one? Have you ever heard the dove's warm Coo And that deep, deep ravens croak? Have you seen the mulberry tree? As she dons her summers coat? And radiance and reverence Are all that one can know Have you ever sat there in the garden? And watched the morning flow.
4th December 2011 ,sernabatim,Gois shack, By Sashi .Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN) Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind, Pour yourself in through my eyes, burning embers find. Fumes of devilish sorrows, be engulfed so fast, Peace to look forward to, wash away memories of the past. Tranquility drench your serenity into me, Happiness corrode my skin and char it with peace to be. Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart, Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart. Edify myself with joys of life darkness gone , light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife. Welcome to my body all joys and peace, Let it override the ebbing currents dwindle and decrease. a new year dawns a new begining, i will take it on my chin...... placement: third, contest:show me any form/any theme max 15 lines, sponsor: Brian Strand.
The Nameless Slipping through the sieve of history, the nameless rest. Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built. Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled. The nameless rest. Their silent sacrifice, quiet ordeal, muted trauma, remain interred, amongst their remains. The nameless rest. Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited. Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed. The nameless rest. They rest within us, they walk with us, in every step that we tread. They rest within us, they walk with us, for their spirit is not dead. "Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal" - inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten. My sister's middle name 'Nobandla' which is an isiXhosa name and means "she who is of the people" was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father's 'best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent's wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.
This morning bells toll a trumpet sounds but refuses to blare it just doesn't know how to harm what it takes to infect the living trees earth and sound survive sadness out last the past bond brothers and sisters of sky air mud and water as it loses to a force some days... this morning it wins because the vibration knows god and is ONE and though human imperfections sit in the shadows of it's path perfections will and forever will prevail people so arrogant we choose to destroy but how can we concentrate on methods of malcontent when god sits at our breakfast table? urging as father urges child "get up!" "move on!" "stand on two feet!" "breath child!" he tolls the bell as we lay on deaf ears he loosens ties with anger as the path warns and wears thrusting driving this cosmic ship of no loses only tiny arrogant setbacks and he smiles for he knows what we yet have to find... and all is well.
by : Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian) The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. But today is another day, New stuff to think, do and say. Today I will brave the world all alone, And enjoy my freedom full blown. I will live life with zest, Try neverto do things second best. I will live to be sensitive, Towards others be more receptive. I will live to be forgiving, Be more tolerant and caring. I will speak to all who walk my path, Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath. I will correct all my wrongs, And tell this to all by making them my songs. I will proudly write notes about the new me, And publish and upload them for all to see. I will work to be creative, And learn to open my mind's eye and not be obstructive. I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude, To succeed, master the skill of gratitude. The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. And today is the right day, To commence these fresh new things that I write and say theme: a fresh new start date:9th march 2012,
You were always honest unfortunately it didn't extend to yourself Regal persona was never exceeded by your accomplishments If only you were as important as you thought others thought you were Some bring joy when they enter a room no one would ever accuse you of that Leaving was always the best gift you could offer Being you could not have been easy No friends to speak of accept one maybe not even him I think he froze in your shadow He has begun to thaw in your absence Strangely I miss you Not entirely sure why Do I in some weird way owe you for my success? Without you I would not have been born You are gone Certainly not forgotten The scars are my reminder A multitude of memories mark my soul Not your typical father son fare Norman Rockwell wouldn't paint our picture I wish I could remember happier times some wishes don't come true Eventually our nightmare came to an end You gave us the gift of leaving Am I evil for being Thankful? You died alone Should I have flown to be by your side? Perhaps Somehow it seems fitting you parted in this way If I had come I may not have been able to hide my relief Now we both have rest Scars Left Behind Contest By: Richard Lamoureux
It would be too easy to not believe And not have faith in all He wants us to see. But I don't want to risk my life being saved Because of a choice I was refusing to make.
Turn On Your Light. Turn on your light Turn on your light Light the velvet softness of your night You might have felt that breath of sweetest power In that silver moon That paints the twilight hours Have you ever felt that mystic pull That takes you from the smallest flower To melt into the all. I sometimes stand there staring at the sea As each wave reaches out to destiny To fade and then to come back So another wave might form To be destroyed Then to be reborn…. Turn on your light Pass no judgment, who's to say what's right? No need for this when light is shining bright Have you felt such magic Have you felt that pull It's something that must happen to each fool He must learn how to melt into The silence of the all. The secrets they be wrote within your soul Seek them out and let them make you whole Each flower it must bloom then die So know your precious I Must be destroyed To be reborn…
Somewhere out there Illuminations still twinkle, just not here. Lost in the absence of that God-awful sparkling light, Everyone fighting is praying for a silent night. Now on the battlefield a hush is commanded, The warring factions apparently disbanded. No one is pushing buttons or pulling a trigger, Inside camps men lay exhausted by wars' rigor. Giving thanks to the almighty, Hell will wait; so must Aphrodite. Tears will wash away most reasons to fight. For the Holiday Acrostic Challenge
Silent times Sometimes, I really do not care About anything at all My mind goes kind of quiet then My mode is kind of cool And all I really want to do Is sit here looking in Forgetting all the world outside Forgetting all the din There's a time to send ones energy And circle it around But then there comes a sacred time When the harmony is found Waiting there within the dark To hold one cozily A time to be in her soft clutch And bask there happily. Then when the muse has been recharged It's time to wander back And let the words come pouring out Cause just along the track The wind, the flowers and dancing trees Have replaced the mystery So now the words they may flow free With much more energy.
My Wishes are Simple My wishes are simple, my desires few, to gaze upon an ocean, and marvel at a solitary drop of dew. My wishes are simple, my dreams not too grand, to feel the waves teasing my tired feet, with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand. My wishes are simple, my thoughts serenely gentle, calm, my heart resting beneath a swaying palm, healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
An Almighty Father, who always attends to my soul. (Blessed beliefs sustain the brightness of my Lord.) Jesus Christ who loves me and died on the cross for my sins. (Sweet salvation succors repentance and supports spiritual growth.) The Gift of the Holy Spirit bears witness to truthfulness in God's word. (That still small voice that gives direction to life.) My soul mate, my love, strengthens my heart everyday. (Constant companionship caresses my loneliness.) Family and its many members that choose to show love. (Children and grandchildren enliven life, especially.) A church where truth is taught and leaders live inspired. (Seeing people living rightly shows that virtue is achievable.) A charismatic consortium, friends committed to right ways. (Good examples to emulate make the path toward perfection clearer.) The capacity to forget unfortunate foibles projected upon me. (Amid forgiveness fantastic peace flourishes.) Emotions to help me understand and express God's will in my life. (Without feelings, life would be meaningless.) Delicious dreams that diminish depression day by day. (Delightful living gives direction to my world.) © May 30, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Top Ten Sponsored by: Adeleke Adeite
The world spinning round A park bench The wind... The only sound Trees, Red and gold Tumbling leaves How a world can stop Turn by turn... Park bench Life burning by Sit through the day Passing play... Park bench Sometimes... It's the only way
She sits beside me in my place of solace. Her smile nested near my heart is all I need to soothe the restless soul behind paling eyes of spring. A cloak of friendship or possibly foes encircle us in a draping sky of blue. All have their purpose to challenge our consciousness. Our morning visions of swaying palms bow to touch life with fibrous fronds. Each reach within chanting words of peace in a language heard long ago… abiding o'er time, they brush the earth to rouse her dreams of a heavenly union. My dreams lie awake at dawn floating on a lake of mirrors. My dreams wait like polished stones rubbed smooth on the banks of eternity… Patient, she still sits beside me. Our hands fold together on the bank as eyes search the river, ever changing. We bow our heads in remembrance of shrouded faces who have faded in rippling pools. My eyes open as I depart the hallowed halls of yesterday, and I smile back at my morning companion. Hand-in-hand, I feel her energy. We splash gaily in the waters of our discoveries, the serendipity of we. I call her Usha of Spring. She is all that is bright and new as the sun rises in the east. We skip stones across our muddled reflections, laughing all the while. Then, we weave fronds to shelter us from a bitter winter that will never come.
Leave me with my dreams. Leave me with my dreams Cause I'm a dreaming fellow Leave me here a pondering With mind all calm and mellow Picturing a better world Where evil is no more Let me dream of the harmony Of a world all free of war. It might never happen Sometimes it seems to me That a tadpole has more chance Of swimming in the deep blue sea But let me dream about it It makes my heart feel warm Let me dream of a world at peace And this it be the norm. Leave me with my dreaming Of peace and harmony Where God will rest within each heart And a perfect world will be Where everywhere becomes a space Of sweetest liberty. Leave me with my dreams Maybe they'll seep into you Then peace and harmony might reign In everything you do I guess that someone has to dream For something to be born So if more folk did get to dreaming There might be a brand new dawn.
Lord, I do not know what to do; Please, lead me by Your side. Decisions I'm facing are lost and through; Please, lead me to do what's right.
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Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain Valley and creeks and eagles that soar Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain Relish with me if you will if you must if you can Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain There is a new day a new beginning and a new you Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain
If I could dream for anything I would dream of Peace, Love and Unity for all Bloods & Crips all gangs, are in need of a change for you represent such ignorance and scrutiny Difference in colors worn Sides in which you were born are truly all that divides when the two opposing sides collide and it makes no sense for we all Bleed Blue turned Red Blood Inside And a future generation is hard to provide when death, is like your shadow creepin' up by your side and drive-by shootings happen each late night, outside where running seems the only option to know for no places to hide no defense for your demise for a difference in colors worn and what side in which you were born is truly all that divides when these two sides collide and it makes no sense to me for we all Bleed Blue turned Red Blood Inside
Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul
I'm too busy being me I have been around my friends For many a long year I've had my share of mystery I've had my share of fear But all in all, I'd have to say That life is beautiful From where I stand here all alone It's all so very grand But I don't ever try to understand. I've not much curiosity I'm too busy being me I do not try to understand The way that others be Cause they be they, and I be me And that's all very cool They have the right to be themselves And I have my own rules But in the end it's all so beautiful. A simple rose, the sky at night The moon and Sun at sea I love it all, my life is sweet All filled with mystery And all I ever want is to be me. I'm growing old, my time draws near And I have this to say That life with all it's mystery And all it's crazy ways Has taught me, oh so many things And gave such gifts to me And I do thank life heartily For all the things I be And I'm so glad that fate did make me, me.
I have loved it all I have loved it all Adored the whole of it All those foolish dramas The dirt and all the grit The joy, and all it's sorrows I've really loved it all All in all my life is beautiful. I've heard folk moan about old age But not me, never, no Cause every day forever more I'll always feel that glow That comes from living happily Within this now, and here I'm holding each new day so very dear. I have loved it all I have, that's how I be Oh, I'm so glad to be here With my philosophy My fate knows what she's doing And she'll do right by me. You'll never hear me moaning About my years so far Cause all is an adventure With me, the leading star And when I leave this shell behind I'm quite prepared to go Though where I'm bound for then, I do not know.
< Destruction of beautiful mother earth Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks Destruction of beautiful mother earth Illuminate waters that someone hurts Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Man woman and even thy smallest mirth For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk Destruction of beautiful mother earth Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Like land before time when man walked Wonder how forces existed and talked Destruction of beautiful mother earth Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth
Ironically, the "peace" you seek I sought too Only not in a dream This is the reality I choose Here, there are no "daiquiris" Or "dancing" No loveless romancing No more chasing chances Hoping that love enhances In a heart that's bare One that shows No compassion, No care And especially when it counts Never being there With words of love I never hear My peace has No expectations of tomorrow Waking with sorrows Created by torturous choices Ignorantly ignoring inner intuition, Inner voices My peace won't allow my heart to lead While my mind grieves Or let my body's desires Make me weak In the search for unattainable love I seek In my reality I'm happy I have found peace... Lay
Was it enough or was it too much? Sometimes too fast but always too slow! God knows that I come with these seeds that grow. Inside and out I absorb every single touch, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that knows? Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go! I say I can qualify! Where was I and why was I there? Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt! God knows that I come riding in on a prayer. I absorb every single touch inside and out, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that cares? Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare! I say I can magnify! What did I say and what did I do? Sometimes too quite but always too loud! God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud. Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you. But why should I? Why should I be the only one in the crowd? Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how. I say I can intensify! Do I want to or do you need me to? Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don't care. God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue. I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare. But why should I? Why should I be the only one with this view? Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you! I say, "I SANCTIFY"! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
evening breezes cool shadows creep across my lawn my heart hears the night trees whisper secrets leaves stir in the fading light my mind breathes a sigh twilight comes softly sunlight beams one last farewell my soul finds its rest Morning, Noon or Night Contest by Steven Mossburg 8-25-11
< the city he calls his home the beat waiting for his next dispatched calling badge gun club cuffs and his new partner murder's rapes invasion calls to him waiting for his next dispatched calling alley's streets underground he searches murder's rapes invasion calls to him doctors lawyers fast food he's ready waiting for his next dispatched calling badge gun club cuffs and his new partner alley's streets underground he searches the city he calls his home the beat Tribute To Police Officers Entry For Jarred Pickett's Pantoum Contest G.L. All
I Frame As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. Many are great and then some are a bit small. I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. It's a give or take rejection expected to turn on. One day ye shall see, My Moon half drawn, Ye see it was all of me. Your Sun will be gone. Only one Star shall rise up above my name. It's a special place inside my heart I frame! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2007
Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds. In time wanders through pain and bliss, Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush. The dark city walks the path of Silence, Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears. A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night, The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall, The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine. Time and light swirl and dance in a purity, Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion. Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.
To wake with the sun, as it's rays touch Mother Earth I give thanks for it warming this great land and watch the beauty of a sunrise as mirth returns to earth I hear birds announce this rebirth as if on command I see happiness in all faces, while greeting the relations as all work to prepare our lodge for a morning meal A sample of foods taken from this land for our nation Give thanks and only take what's needed to feed and heal Work for common good, while giving kindness and respect to all beings of this land, as we greet them each day Wolf, bird, fish, plant and man of this land all interconnect for without this union, life would not greet this day At days end, watching the sun retreat beyond the horizon all life feeds and prepares for nights darkness to return Relations gather, speak of the day and return of the bison A white bison's return is one of our lessons to learn
Golden, Full Moon Shone On All The Harvest, That's Grown Welcome In Our Home
the will of the pen knows no bounds but limited to the will of the writers hand like the tone of a melody without sound waiting for the cue from the band the face of a painting has no features except those the artist wishes to convey as the student of life has no teachers except those one wishes to obey the mind of the artist knows no justice except the judgement delivered by the land for the wrath of nature lusts in the embrace of chaos' arms at hand the scholar may quest for that which is forbidden though the will of the body remains untamed for the strength of the mind lay hidden in a philosophers temple in a philosophers brain the warriors will to fight for glory strengthened through each land he drifts yet the screams in his dreams and stories tells him how much peace is a gift as the pen of history continues to move inviting prince time to take part in chance the celestial bodies start to groove on the universes stage in a cosmic dance it is the meekest of men to quest for equality as the soul of the universe aligns with the brute yet in the eyes of the artist one is taught to see when the warrior speaks peace, his lips numb mute the will of chaos runs parallel to the universe as does history to plasma in veins for the gift of peace is mans biggest curse in a world he quest to claim
We feel Such offense when We look upon hatred And its deadly applications, Evil That keeps Peace just a dream We come to see what works And we judge those who seek to play War games. But when Hurt by someone Personally, those friends That you have cared about, helped and Defend Because You felt perhaps They were misunderstood And one fine day, they turn on you And use The steps You took for them, Against you, in a logic Of their own, that respects not Your gift Shaken By the feeling Of betrayal even When you know, a gift is given Freely The pain Cuts deep, tearing The heart apart, bleeding And your hopes for peace strongly Lessens. You find That the conflicts In our world has taken Wider proportion, peace further At bay. Until The sun comes out Clears the clouds in your heart Restoring faith, hope and the love Inside. Please God The only one Who can show us the way To peace is your son whom many Await. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 05.02.11
What a morning! It was well received According to all who watch the inauguration? From the gay to the straight, to the in-betweens We will be free, according to the Abraham, Martin and John Now, Obama, Joe and Hillary Clinton We shall be free, to walk this earth with a sense of Peace and reassurance. Free to be an American Citizen, In the land of opportunities, Or else we shall die fighting for it. So, stop launching the false accusation, and false allegations, Let us all wait and see what this second term is going to be White house; history in the making: Waves those flags
What is it to see the soil of home again? A welcome, snow-struck and a return To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn. We converse in broken tongues to men We know, hooked on holiday language Comprised of wandering hand signs. Collect the car and pay parking fines, Drive through towns and over a bridge Until we reach the Western gateway. Oh when will we arrive at our house? No camels there, only field mouse Which are eaten by our cat anyway. The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning Through the stretching, pealing sky, A knife through air; what it is to fly. Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
The Color of a Man's Character We all bleed And cleave to Those we leave We all smile when we are greeted And cry when we are mistreated Why do we choose to abuse others For the color of their skin? Why do we think that only Our own color should win? We're all the same underneath We all deserve peace When we lay down to sleep Love one another while you can Show your son how to be gracious The color of a man's character Is how he treats his fellow Man.
I was betrayed by one closest to me. He put me down, ridiculed the darkest secret in me. Tears stained my face, my heart broke so deep, but there is this peace lingering in me. Life is coming on hard, work is eating at me, school is making me tired, I feel these things all weighing me down, but there is this peace comforting me. My past tries to keep me in a bind, my mind keeps working hard to block out the lies, my heart slowly seeps into a deep sleep, but I still feel this peace covering me. Something so intense, through all the pain it still persists, it carries me through this thing we call humanity, and with all this - I know there is one true God that exists, who gives peace to me...
The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation The Not-So Distant Past: The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves, their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags, are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice. They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial, torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared, they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry, while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home. Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned, on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood, never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die, and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor, and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes, while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain. The Present: 19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices, delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude, a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens, in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today. I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron, yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate, our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more. Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves, perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane, babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours, I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy, yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know, this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa, needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses, so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all, for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.
Send me to the darkest places; That's where I feel You strongest. A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys; Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.
All hail, The brave soldier Who stands firm Like the fickle shell of a snail Before the oncoming foot of titans All hail, The brave soldier, A ferocious bee Who strikes his stinger into the enemy Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism -a safeguarded hive Thoughts that flit away in the wind Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert -as the bee falls for the cause All Hail, The brave invader Who fells foe for his country All hail murderer, Comforted by a noble cause Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers Purging threats, safeguarding life -the hive All Hail, Misguided killer For all tigers are fanged All people threats -All people life All Hail, The weary soldier -sacrificial lamb Joined out of a desperate cause A squalling infant, a taunting belly And the weary soldier Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive And prays for rain.
If I skip sleep or refuse to take my med's against my doctor's warning, I hear radio voices at night in my ear; the voices unhinge me as no one's nearby when I'm bipolar as I fail to comply with doctors' orders. It's common, I fear-- I am committed two or three times a year. It puts my whole life on total standby! Life with my disorder is difficult; but it also makes life a real challenge, a test to surmount--a thing to exult in when I face it and no longer cringe from my disease as some evil result of fate that grimly has me on the fringe.
If I seem down forgive me Frowns I carry around live in me When I break you see right through me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I've learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... Your words so true renew me If only you'd re-design me Take time rewind refine me Recreate the mold without lies I've told... GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I've learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD....
What is right and what is wrong So much gray and so many songs Just because I can does it mean that I should? If I appear pleasant then should I be rude? There are many such questions to ponder in life So many in fact that it causes us strife. I wonder sometimes if what I know is right Is somehow considered wrong in another's sight. My upbringing taught me to be gentle and kind To help others when I see they are in a bind. To be fair and just in all my various dealings And to always be considerate of others' feelings To always do a day's work for a day's pay. When the sun is shining you got to make hay. But some other folks don't see it the same The rules are some different in life's game They are taught to lie and encouraged to steal That dying is holy and it's alright to kill. Some worship cattle and won't eat beef Pierce their faces and wear sandals on their feet I ain't saying that they are wrong or right And I ain't saying that we should go and fight What I am saying is it ain't right for me And I wish these folks would let me be I think "do unto others" is a mighty good rule And I stay away from folks that I think are a fool Respect is earned by respecting others And I just wish we could all be brothers.
Holiday Frolics Shoppers walk to tunes; Mall's cacophony rings loud, Santa listens well.
water melon in my garden like the sun and moon just two… "...launcher ready…" steady my hand tending the weeds near a row of beans a far away land "...it's not a good time…" so I wondered and thought of when wars are just plays staged in the hands of writers like me… I'd arm the nations with radish leaves squash for bullets that unload seeds Peanuts money on my jelly spread I'd share the health giving lettuce, head… "... is it a good time now?..." who wants a cow chickens grown in crowded pens suffering blows in.human.e hands glitters the water between the corn I'd sale on ships into rosebud shores and i'd grow my fish in between the stores "...I'm god in my garden…" and I divide the rows soing what suits me in tomato groves and near my basil I'll build a school teaching the mint just how to be cool and over hear the potatoes anchor on stalks of beer "...wellcome…" to chi… banana central read booms of cheer ...but they say I'm mental. lentils are sooo good in soup! my capitals I declare are true! I only cook When I brew my stew… and no one regrets in the garden of Sue. "...yes piglet…" I was Just Making sure of you.
Warm thoughts ripple they take you to that place Where you use to smile Where u could paint the night sky Where the paintbrush Glide without hesitation You don't think You just feel What it felt like to let go Where the ticking of a clock Meant life - not to worry about death Life has moved so far away from that We are caught up in fear Caught up in heartache Pain and judgment Life has become a continuous battle A constant what if It was never intended this way We had to live freely We didn't have to fear our brothers Or fear the abuse of our sisters The throw of a dice Or maybe a wrong path Has brought us here Where the ill-informed and malicious Take away our peace Where a gunshot feels like the norm Where will this end? When will our homes become our freedom again? ©011220141510
Regaining Power. He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds And he doesn't even notice passing strangers He's been here 'bout a thousand years forever all alone And he's always looking out for passing danger. Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory As the child calls out in panic "I am here They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower And all around I've built a wall of fear But it's his pain it is his game As he prowls around his cage He lives in vain, is he insane? And fear ignites his rage. The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire The little boy he must regain his power And tell the world "I'm here, I'm here" and feed the burning fire It would take this much to open up his flower.
Keeping my head up, treading water Cut throat surviving, struggling Going under, death visits Will to live, tested! Selfishness Vs Selflessness A Greater Love, encompasses me God demonstrating mercy, for his children Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith Melody of Love, one can experience In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living Self survival, learning how to live Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love
I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.
Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don't want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago. by: Sashi.Prabhu
My Handsome King Your royal palms gently wave at me each time I see you, I have to blush each time they do. Your sugar white beaches moan for my feet to greet them each time we meet. My feet move to the beat of salsa when they remember you. Your gentle breezes caress my hour glass hips each time I run to you. They rock me like a baby when I sail over your bright blue waters. Your bright moonbeams create a halo around my head as I shake my long golden hair to say hello to you. They dance around like a drunken gypsy with the sparkly stars up above as I take my midnight stroll with you. Your regal art deco buildings of pastel stand at attention, every time I dream of your streets of gold. Your sun's rays of warm glory tickle my bare breasts gently as I rest my body on the safety of your heavenly sands. I humbly bow my head to you with honor, for your sweet whispers of hospitality have overtaken me, my Majestic King of the South Beaches. Miami, you are my handsome, winter friend.
Surviving adversity, it is really against the odds that you'll still stay normal with your full deck of cards Like many a cause that you know have a price where principle is concerned, you're ready to sacrifice There is right and there is wrong, you don't need to belong your principles are just, they have made you headstrong No rhyme and no reason can sway you from this cause because you've pondered its justice and have found no flaws Shouts of anger and negativity galore you are now tasting just what is in store What words could you offer to those limited in thought Then all is finished, would it be your wisdom they sought? Words of the heart enter the heart, when all else fails it's not a bad place to be, when addressing another's ails To overcome adversity there is not always one solution but it can never be found in starting a revolution In final sum, it seems like the rule of thumb better to negotiate that peace and then some For the alternatives are all to clear why perpetuate hatred and fear so put aside your differences and find a world wishing to care
Transition and Transcend Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin Whether From Death or Divorce Sickness or Sorrow Change, Yet Stay-On-Course Today, Rises To Tomorrow So – Transition and Transcend … Transition and Transcend A Slow-Start, Is Not The End You May Lose Some Family A Friend, or Fortune A Job, or A Journey Or A Just Right-Opportune Just – Transition and Transcend … Transition and Transcend Move … Just Like The Wind Either, Climb Up or Go Around Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down … So – Transition and Transcend … Transition and Transcend Life is Hard, I Won't Pretend But God's Helping Hand Will Lend The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin The Power and The Will, To Win Again … Again … Again … and Again … And At Each Place … Pray – Amen ! … and Transition and Transcend
Churning in the shadows Are my dreams of tomorrow A time of peace That is void of sorrow Wisdom has conquered greed Science has cured the diseased Fighting has succumb to harmony Through unity we appeased Mother earth is guarded Mankind is held in esteem So much hope for tomorrow But today it's only a dream
The conversation The three friends, they were talking The Archer, fish and Bull They'd all been round a good long time They had their thoughts, and all About the rights and wrongs in life And each had problems too They'd get together, each of them And talk, that's what they'd do The archer told the wise old fish I needs be on the move I have a lot of life to live That's just the way I groove "Now, I'm a dreamer" said the fish I gain a lot of pleasure Going right into my self And seeking souls sweet treasures" The bull, he said "I like to graze I'm a sensual kind of being Oh, I could laze around all day As all around I'm seeing The beauty of this crazy world 'I'm contented, friends, that's me I have no need to dream, nor wander I'm just content to be" They carried on for some long time The three friends, did this day And when the conversation finished And they each went their way They all decided that this world Has many different kinds And each guy he must be himself To gain some peace of mind.
Trust me when I tell you this I do not care to know what love is I will not satisfy your need into the abyss please know I am not perfect my advice to any man is move on along to fulfill your wish I am not worthy of even simple friendship I am not sad or needing this I am merely not good enough for you to hold me not because I am mad, or bad I want people to be happy and glad I am better off as I am, besides I like things like things less dramatic
HATEFUL WORDS Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you're spewing them out to? If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life. Is that what you really want to do? It may seem like innocent fun when you're bullying other kids. It's not! If you keep doing it, your life's going to be nothing but a gigantic flop. If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop! I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react. I would say hateful words to their face. I would say them behind their back. Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me. I didn't like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be. So, I immediately stopped using hateful words. I'm so glad I did. No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid. Al Johnson
As I walk upon this road of life… I desire the path absent from strife… Free from monetary delusions… Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion… Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence… Into knowing the significance of removing resistance… Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace… Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release… Show me my dreams, revealing true desires… Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire… Show me my source of loves purity… Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities. Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace… Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release… I am a seed floating among winds of change… Nurtured by the fertility of divinity… To flourish is to breathe… Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire… My spoken word is the sunlight, the water… Creating materialization of tangible fruit… Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace… Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
Brother, why the haste why are you so quick to bail how life has made you frail why art thou so lean in faith Desires of sodom, you chase till you wear and rot to waste. The truths of life you dare not face you cower behind the shell of race and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days Oh Sister, why the haste this phase you crave is soiled with fray this course you chart is fraught with chains Are you numb to the flames; that chars the face with pains that lays in wait, in ways unseen to sight and gaze You fill your pate with tales of hate and lose your fate in pits of vale The weight of your plate is filled with kills of kin why the haste, brother why the waste, sister?
Termite Country We're heading north to Exmouth, Carnarvon we've just passed. We be driving up a serpent road, As the country seems so vast. It's hot outside, but in this van, The air cons on and all, As all along the road we pass, Little goats, so beautiful…. And everywhere, most endlessly, There's a billion termite mounds. Like baked brown little mountains, They're everywhere around. We stopped near one, I marveled, That a tiny beast, and blind! Could build these blessed monuments, It nearly blew my mind. I took me then some photographs Of these engineering feats, As I let the awe and wonder, Into my dull mind seep. In such a vast, still country, In the silence of the way, Those mounds stood out so powerful, In the heat of a sunburned day. 2003
I stand I wait I worried for the things that may not happened I hope I pray I cried longing for a peaceful heart All I wanted is... when i close my eyes I won't feel afraid and when I open my eyes, a smile will appear coz today i breathe again in a deep-dark-hollowed heart like living as a sinner like walking around in a forest finding a way out God, released me from this feeling... Nobody wants to feel alone like a stranger in a crowded place take me to a home where love can hold me to a nice sleep when the night comes I am lost so find me I cry so hug me I am lonely so love me...
Why Do I Write? I was born in an era when Shakespeare, Shelley and Wordsworth were kings. Reading them was like hearing beautiful music and after all these years…it still is. Then I fell in love with Emily Dickenson and the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam…what wonderful words of wisdom they imparted! I write because it allows me to express myself…my thoughts, my compassion, my soul… much as my singing has done all my life. Now that that part of my life is waning, I can still be a "diva" in my own eyes! lol I write, because my heart tells me to in the wee hours of the morning when sleep eludes me. I write because these thoughts and words which are choking me...screaming to be free...must be released. I write for those who mourn, or who suffer illness, to console them and say I understand. I write for the lonely, for those who have no hope. whose stories tug at my heart. Since I can't hold them close to me, I try through my poems to convince them there is hope and tomorrow will be better. I write to be heard...to show I am still relevant and have viable thoughts and opinions to share with the world. Experience is still the best teacher. I write to protest injustice wherever I find it. To be silent would be cowardly. I write humorously about inconsequential, everyday situations, to bring a laugh or two into our lives. I wrote my memoirs for my grandchild, to preserve the past for future generations. I wrote poetry to release grief and sorrow when death came to call, to help me find peace and acceptance. I write my religious poetry…not to flaunt my religion…but to praise God and thank him for his sacrifice for me and for the peace his presence brings to me. I also ask his blessings for my friends and loved ones and for the heavy in heart, so that they might find peace and deliverance from the evils of this world. I do not expect my work to be published…I have no illusions about my talent…I write for everyman, most of whom would shy away from the literary world and consider it elitist in the extreme, but when tragedy befalls them, they take comfort in simple words of encouragement and consolation. But most of all, I write for the sheer joy of it and because my soul requires it! Copyright©2008 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved) For Frank's "What turns you on" contest
Dusk at the quay The dusk is here, down by the sea A summer's day, a nice cool breeze And as the sun be sinking lower A silence with it's awesome power Descends on all for each to hear As I feel the breath of God, so near. The boats all anchored in the quay They look so sleepy now They wave and bob upon their beds As the breeze touches their sails They sit there sleeping till the morn Then wake up gleaming with the dawn. What is it then about the dusk? That brings this silence on What brings this sense of mystery? When the sun it soon be gone When crashing waves may hit the sand All done with the aid of God's firm hand. I sit and watch the Sun go down It's the mystery of death I see it sink then disappear There'll soon be nothing left For the Sea does rob him of his light He'll come back, though, with morning light. 14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.
Finding the key He's putting his life in order He's not a kid no more Took him a long time growing up Through all the inner wars But now he's getting there at last He's climbing through the mist He's putting things in order He will not be dismissed. For many years a beast kept under Will rot within his cage He'll seethe within with fury Because of inner rage But then one day the man looks in And sees that blessed beast He sees that it can't really hurt him Not even in the least. He learns then at a deep, deep level That the beast it has no power. It be the mark of the fearful man Who truly will not flower He's let the beast so cower him That he stands there looking scared Yet look the fear right in the eye And the truth be everywhere He must recognize his jailor And say "Give me the key!!!" Then he know it's he that's holding The end to misery He has to learn to like himself That's the only way to go To bring those shadows to the light And feel his life just flow He must rest within his glory It's the only way to go Let the light come into him And feel that inner glow Then never will these prison walls Take hold of him again Because he'll hold the key to freedom From all his inner pain. 11 December 2013 @ 1755hrs.
I have my Hubby's steadfast belief in me. He loves how my poems are light and airy. He'll give me an idea once in a while… Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child. He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run. For they can take off in directions, yes, any one. Crazy thoughts become crazier still… And story time leads to god knows, where they will. My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree. You never know where the end will be. But somewhere I eventually become truly still. And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill. Then the squirrel run begins again… Light and fluffy and full to the brim. Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend. Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end. Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman
' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner – (2) … ' 70th Senryu We All Need To Know: What Time Justice, Being Served ? 'Cause, GOD Made Dessert !
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Moon hides behind clouds starlight dance beckons to me -- quiet hush of night
Human Fleshlings Imperfect flesh Fantasy perfection Love is all we need Yet all we want is greed We seek perfection to plant our seed We expect them to follow our lead We're full of sin How can we expect to win?
Bend down from your perch so high Touch the Earth and open your eyes Choked with concrete and steel Death is a certainty and finality real Overpopulation and destruction rampant Consumption and spoil is a constant Obsession for possession of power While the lowly crouch and cower Repetition to the closed in mind Revelations they will never find The hopelessness of the human condition As they race headlong into perdition Could be reversed by a simple deed If we would but fervently heed Bend down from our perch so high Touch the Earth and open our eyes.
Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, But really they are preparing you for more school? Who knows? That has always been on mind for the past few days. *comment if you know why or if you have any ideas* -angel4eva23
Linda Marie … You Are Good For The Soup Your Words, How Wisely They Troup Across The Written Page, We Read Knowing Each Word, is Heartfelt, Indeed So Original The Thoughts, from Your Head They're Tasty, like Jam On Light Buttered-Bread So Sincere, We Cannot Help, But Hear I Am Glad, That You Alighted, Right Here You've Got A Breath Of Mountain-Mist About You And Your Unique, Technique, Talks So True All In All, Linda Marie, You Have A Loving Soul And It Shows, In Your Discerning Words of Gold Your Poems, Share Sweetness and Grace Your Voice, Has Definitely Found A Place At The Table Here, Keep Serving Soup A Warm Dish and Wishes, Added To The Group For: Linda Marie, Tho' You're Still Sorta New Kiddo Welcome To The Block-Busters (Mental-Blocks, That Is) - smile … (I Really Do Enjoy Your Writes) Your Poet-Sis, MoonBee
Knowing his plan and staying on course, You'll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You'll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they're done well, there's no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you'll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There's nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He's with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we've come to know Him. Never doubt He's always there! Forever and ever you're in His care. As you walk through life, you'll shine His glow. You'll share it with others and they'll come to know. The beauty of love that's only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live. Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011
A fresh lit candle in the dim and empty church-- Our Lord shifting His gaze.
that soft sail and the wind looks as if it's trying hard to breathe i have elements in me a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged my eyes upward and unfolding over some wave i might beach adrift my cuffs are turned up and arms are a reelin', in that wind I know is my kite yet to a'sail on this sea coming for me
On Dying. I was strolling in the sunshine It was half past afternoon And I even heard that new born baby cry. As I carried on, I heard birdsong That I'd missed my whole life long Me mind had told me I was bound to die. But the whisper in my heart said "cool Look at the positives, you fool" As he tried so hard to make me understand That One must open up ones heart And see the whole, not just the parts? It could be ones demise be kind of grand. For positives have negatives And negatives have positives And life may choose to dance with you With Death in fact enhancing you. And then those trees did sparkle now They seemed to glow and gleam somehow And life seemed like a candy covered dream. And now I know that every man Is here to learn to understand As still I wonder just what all this means.
< Holding the faith The future looks so much brighter Holding the faith Every waking hour fills plate No more will I be it's fighter For heavy load becomes lighter Holding the faith Written By Katherine Stella 9/19/11 Entry For Nette Onclaud's Weave A Rondelet Contest G.L. All
Quietly recalling Those few days long past Where night rose undisturbed Allowed to live in solitude Distant from the hum of the city And the glare of its radiance For here silence is silence And dusk mutes the mountainside Giving fearful pause even to dawns eye In the pallid glow of moonlight Stand the great Ponderosa Pines Veiled shadows of ominous parsons Resolutely guarding midnight faith Sweet tendrils of vanilla incense Wafting on Rocky Mountain breezes Like passions vogue allegory A smooth and round obsidian stone Washed upon a retracted beach My modest moment of reality Smoothed over by times hands On this mountain lake… …Settling me to begin anew
The world needs You, Lord; We all need You too. Alone, we battle and fall apart, But we live joyful freedom with You: Created anew in Your perfect image; Saved, Loved, Changed, In Your Holy Name! We pray, Amen!
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
The rain fell down fiercely today. Washed the trees and washed the birds, the cars that slowly passed by, And washed the red roofs of houses in town. It just couldn't wash away this sorrow, this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone. My lips move but what do they say? not a word from what runs within. And I always hoped that like salt the rain would melt it all away, releasing the heavy lid upon my chest. A naive expectation, A silly childish mistake. For I will die misunderstood, I'll surely die being betrayed, No doubt I'll die trying to mend my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.
My tribute to two wonderful guys I know I've said it all before But I must tell you again About a man called John Sherman Maybe I write in vain But I must tell the world about The two guys in my life Who I'll put on a pedestal John and his lovely wife He don't come from religion Nor any beliefs at all He's more like a Psychologist His approach is wonderful To don't claim to be a Guru He's just a humble man Yet he will do most anything To help you if he can. Once I suffered oh, so much With anxiety and fear I hated me, the whole damned world My head was never clear My wife was set to leave me My kids thought me so low All because of a foolish war So lonely I did grow. Then John he showed me just one act And said 'That's it, that's all!' And I just listened to the man Though I am not a fool And now It's four years later And my heart is filled with bliss There's nothing could destroy it That's just the way it is. No more the fear of life is here No more the fear of death No more that awful greyness No more I feel bereft Every day to me right now Is another brand new day As life becomes more beautiful In every kind of way. I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter
Vietnam Vets Story Have you heard the story Of those bold courageous men Who served their country tall and proud As they fought in Vietnam. They done their country proud and all And showed how soldiers fought But now their lives aren't worth a damns Their nerves all tense and taut. They sprayed their poisons on trees Endangered all these men And fed them drugs not tested yet They didn't care back then! They wanted just to win a war A war pointless and mad And many now do suffer so Their lives all sour and sad. And now these men just live their lives All down with no self value {Their bodies torn their minds all twisted Marriages broken too!} They have to fight with all their might To get fair compensation!!!! What price to risk one's soul and life In defence of one's good nation.
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth. Oil on skin, bare, sweat on your back, feels amazing. Yes! Im back on track. Sleeping cosy as a worm, unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term. Free to explore, a magical universe, I must implore. No home, no chores, no bills to pay. Just water, food gathered and warmth today. A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, just love in your belly, to the very core. I love this realm, just need more time, time to explore. Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth. And return once again to mother earth.
It's that time of year again, When families reunite; We sit together and reminisce, About everything in sight; We laugh and joke and carry on, Like no time has passed; Reliving those old memories, That get dredged up from our past; Playing games and hanging, With our family and friends; Hoping beyond hope, That this night will have no end; Cause Christmas time is like that, It brings us all in close, From the beginning of the evening, 'Til the time we say Adios!
I am a hypocrite and look what I just did: I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again. I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said; Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head. God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. I love You. I thank You. I am forever changed.
When the Lilacs Bloom there comes a Time When little girls Glance and little boys Giggle When Hearts open Wide and Welcome in Fools And Big, Strong men tell weak little Lies And tiny, sweet Women Feign Loving Smiles all the while Knowing-- but Avoiding the Truth It is a Time of Discovery— When the Lilacs Bloom When the Lilacs Bloom there is Love in the air There is Beauty surrounding And Birds everywhere Let the Delicate aroma Whisper along the Breeze Enticing each Nostril— Encouraging a sneeze Many Secrets are embedded-- sealed inside each Breath of fresh Sweetness and within the Petal of each miniature Lavender Star Never to be Revealed-- When the Lilacs Bloom
The Little Miss: kiss kiss your little miss and she flies flies up into the skies away away from troubles array to love to love her angel prince above to love to love Armando above The Angel's Reply to the Little Miss: "there was a girl precious as gold she was found by a prince and told that life itself was getting bold until he found her in the world "and he kissed kissed his little miss and they flew flew up into the blue away away from troubles array... "...to love and hold each other above" Written by Elaine and Armando
God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer! God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective. That I should not choose to be so "selective." I asked him: "what do you mean by this question?" I wasn't quite prepared for the reception! God said; "You've chosen to be selective in how you live." "There's only so much, to me, that you want to give!" "You said that I'm your Lord, by your way of living." "But a life of holiness, is what you're not giving." "You want the prayer answered, but have nothing to show for it." "You claim to accept my grace, but aren't willing to share it." "How can I answer your prayer, when it's only convenient?" "Haven't I been patient with you?" "And most lenient?" "Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!" "Then you'll know what prayer life is really meant for!" "Give me your heart!" "And take time to really listen!" "There's so much more of me, that you've been missin'!" "Obey my words and experience the life I have given!" "Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!" "Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!" "I will give you the strength to make it through!" "You will know what it means to spend time with me!" "And your prayers will impact you for eternity!" By Jim Pemberton 10/21/13
Standing I gaze through various windows and doorways. Serene landscapes within each continuously changing for us. My body tenses and quivers. My eyes burn and forehead sweats. Each causes my mind to strain and grasp for thought. Before me various lights dance and cascade, no music is heard. The colors and shades dance, causing focus never to be gained. Emotions burst forth sometimes pain, other times only joy. Walking, running, falling the paths I choose never cease. Figures and shapes stand before me no faces ever seen. No speech or sound is ever heard, yet always understood. Arms stretched failing to grasp always yearning for an answer. Confused, my thoughts search eagerly for its very meaning. Forever knowing that an answer is completely unyielding. I scream my breath released with wet lips quivering. I feel shaken and the darkness once again overcomes. Suddenly I'm startled, my head raised, eyes now wide open. Realizing the room is empty the dream is gone.
' Carpenter's Rule … ' 54th Senryu ' HE ' … Is Not A Fool Can Not Use GOD, Like A Tool ... Carpenter's Gold-Rule
Just breathe in the clarity Clarity of the whole Whole or negativity Negativity eating your soul Head for tomorrow Tomorrow always waits Waits for enlightenment Enlightenment heals mistakes You are where you've put yourself Your "SELF" now reminds you of shame Shame brought on by acting out thoughts Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain Give yourself an apology An Apology you deserve to have Have some faith in your timing Timing bleeds wisdom in man Bless your self and live righteous Righteous spirits rise above Above all if you are kind Kind souls conquer hate with love Poetry brings torment to a halt Halt all your never-ending thoughts Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding Hiding light inside divine spots So please write down your own deep thoughts Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap Trap your life up in your cell all alone Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~ please don't be offended by the last line~ I felt it was necessary to get my point across~
Sightless visions of this world Collapsing reason, the rising scared Disillusion breaking bonds The gravity of this collective song The undeterred replacing truth Teach detachment to the youth Complexity and blinding games Reattaching trauma's shame Cold perception blaming loss Upon reflections in the frost Banished hearts creating schemes Against ourselves; this broken theme The self-receptive caught within The fear of self within their skin It's in this place we choose our worth While people fight upon the earth The gravity that passes by We're falling down, or into the sky No more places left to hide We forgive the past, or our future dies This illusion breaking fast We fight against the spells we cast Between the earth and universe We must dissolve this tangled curse
Let love fly - With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes, she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries. Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; last night's storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle; a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught. She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care. It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up. The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time's each turn. The bird's soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind. Let it fly. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
During the cold empty corridors of silence where mind and thoughts are free to roam undisturbed by life's din and clutter I am at one with myself again and in quiet contemplation alone. Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.
Bustling people and clinking forks A crowded maze of tables and chairs The soft conversations meant to be secret Rise to a horrible din of mingling words and phrases The smell of stale coffee beans and perfume Caress my nose with a familiar touch The morning shines outside the huge windows Burning brightly, it washes out the crowd People become shadows in the insane light The breaking dawn ruins their features I set alone in this madness of Sun-fire My senses raped by terrible sights and sound They fuel my desire to be ... The smell of unwashed skin and vodka Drifts in on a fugitive breeze The rattle of a beggar's cup points to its source Its owner's suffering passes silently amongst the crowd An old man sits with his paper in hand A daytime hooker enjoys her hazelnut creamer A well-dressed woman curses her cellphone and spills her latte A child grips her legs and she curses him as well In a dream Sepia tones and friendly faces In a nightmare Shadow beasts and hungry eyes They fuel my desire to be ... My pen begins to glide along the rough paper A few words, hard pressed, appear like forgotten children Suddenly their voices are not so loud My eyes begin to focus only on the paper A beautiful thing begins to form An ornament to the chaos around me I find a wonderful peace And the words flow gently and with ease The shadow beings float around me Trying to disturb my bubble of genesis There sounds cannot stop me, I do not fear them These hateful beasts are helping me so They fuel my desire to be ...
You, Man … Are The Angles To My Curves Hard and Sharp Corners To My Circular-Swerves You Are Exact To My Abstract You Are Algebra To My Pre-School Math You Are Calculus To My Abacus You Are The Chemical To My Stimulus You Are The Extra To My Average You Are The Multiply To My Nothing Added You Are Autonomy To My Anatomy You Are The Fractal In My Infinity You Are Geometry To Me: You Are Steep Mountains To My Mounds and Valley You Are Raindrops In The Forest To My Snow-Ballet You Are Hot Desert Sands To My Cold Ocean Waves You Are The Mirage man To My Love-Slave You Are Dimension-Diamonds To My Parallel-Pearls You Are The Universe To My World You Are The Prism To My Beam Of Light and You Are The Days Resting Upon My Nights … And You Are Geometry To Me … Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure) is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, and relative position of figures and with properties of space. (uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships; (countable) A type of geometry with particular properties; Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...
Approaching the winter of my years, Never yet found my reason. So much laughter, so many tears, Yet all that's sure is the season. To few, all my days; So many spent simply breezin'. Should I regret their waste When all that's sure is the season? What's it been about anyway? Perhaps there is no reason. Did so want to learn the truth, But all that's sure is the season. Always tried to consider others. 'Tis much easier to be pleasin'. How many are my friends? All that's sure is the season Felt the urge to make my mark. Fame or fortune was my reason. Fear of failure was my tether, For all that's sure is the season. A man of Christian faith, Hope God finds me pleasin'. Fair chance tho', I'll go to Hell, Yes, all that's sure is the season. So what of value will I leave? Hearts and souls I may be teasin' With too few words too few will read, While all that's sure is the season. Approaching the winter of my years, Never yet found my reason; But thank God for each extra day I search. Still, all that's sure is the season.
"He's Our Joy" He talks funny But his disposition is sunny Even though his tongue is too long He's not a loss Just because his eyes are crossed He's never going to earn a degree To his parents he'll always cleave He may have Downs But he's a joy to have around The public might shame him But they don't see what makes us love him He's our precious joy Our very own Mongoloid.
A tribute to John and Carla Sherman at 'Just one look' You can listen to the preachers And the high priests, they as well You can hear those Gurus speaking You can think about endless Hell It don't matter what you're doing There's just one thing to do Look into the certainty of you. You can do your meditation Your Yoga, or Tai Chi You can sail across the oceans Seek help across the seas There's many who would help you But you have to pay the price But look at you, this be real good advice. Take a look within you And see what hides in there Listen well to what the man has said The one you thought was you You'll not find him everywhere Turn around and look inside your head. You can be a good or bad man Or act jut like a drag Overlook old ancient truths Drink a beer or have a fag Just take a look inside yourself And see the one you be Then in the end the truth shall set you free.
It's a refrain from the pain Endless list of impossibilities Concealing, aligning with atrocities Glamorizing, appetizing ponderous existence Of delusional falsehood, negatives overriding Employing good yet morbid songs its a refrain And I wonder again Relaxing, exercising, the cranium, the brain Circumstances advancing, the matrix expands Of possibilities and probabilities and ideological songs Tunes of complex rhythms The voice the ear So far, yet ever so near It is the refrain, gravitating again A moment in time to alleviate the stress Cool breeze blowing, with its gentle rustle Some folks walking, others skylarking And I recline in stupendous gaze relaxing the cranium, enjoying the laze.
Adding peculiar subtracting never laws of something (besides physics) has to wants to needs to improve velocity is present and that very force pushes the dead weight forward until it can't sit still anymore because it has to it's got to move or else it dies
Duty calls to us to react Against such hatred As - A man who simply wants to build Is killed - In sandy far off hills. Peace knows it's time to concentrate On hate - And how to compensate. What says the noble men of old? Who's stories, now are never told. Instead, A bed, Of constant dread - We sleep with guns beneath our heads; And slumber to the merry news Streaming through a TV tube, So rude - They never tell the truth, And cover it with glory's loot. So toot - Your horns and guzzle gas, And give The Man your hard earned cash. Where's Liberty, when madmen rule? Now Justice's just a letting pool Of blood - Where war is now the key, To lift a sad economy. Where hero's die for corporate deals - Our lives depend on hands that steal! We've let the bad guys take the wheel.
I walk among the weathered stones, Contemplating my life alone; Staring into the vanishing light, Praying for the courage to face the night; Fearing the endless days up ahead, I'm stuck here alone, no friends but the dead, Trapped in this place, never to be freed; I was deserted by all in my hour of need; I look around but no one is there, Filling my lonely heart with despair; The soulless blackbirds fly overhead, "Tirzah" they whisper, my name brings me dread; I'm stuck here alone with naught but my fear, The path to my future remaining unclear; I cling to the memory of my fading past; Hoping that I can find peace at last.
peace floats on high winds seeks to travel far and wide touches open hearts (June 2nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Cloud Ten Nick Rush Tomorrow let's venture to a distant kingdom. Through bumps of time to a new dawn tonight. Picture yourself bounce on clouds past the petty. Move beyond nowhere-land with delight. No laws to abide, just cosmic complexion. Silence plays songs you can't hear. The crescendo of life builds up in your mind. As you judge planet earth with new ears. Picture back home, people running in circles. As you're floating in space on a star. Closing your eyes, you see fields filled with flowers. When they open, thats right where you are. Laying on a soft bed of pink and green lilies. That are five feet tall at least. Basking in beauty, your eyes flutter shut. And you're gone. Awake to a view of a million suns. Hold galaxies tight in your palm. Closing your eyes to see if you're dreaming. And you're not; where you truly belong. Waving from the island, of the fools paradise. As you sink in the space of kaleidoscope skies. And you're here.
I was once kissed by the sun Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free like growth in my womb kissing the moon Capturing my true essence unmasked, plain, pure Naked in love my insecurities gave birth to my esteem But then I became free from the taunting and ridicule of socieity's template of me by adopting a new personality One that reflects the real me I like poetry I like to sing I understand my spiritual need I like love I like the breeze I like rhythm and passion and long lasting nights of random acts of sensual moments that awaken parts of me previously repressed The love I feel is so unrest I was once kissed by the sun It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become spoken words leaving footprints on the ink in my pen Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin Unspoken words just thrown away Never spoken, or written again Awakened by the sun all drenched in it's heat Praising it's soure of power and embracing humility Giving what I have to give Learned to let go it's easier to forgive We strive for riches but lest we forget the richness of the sun Each day be thankful for his son
Lonely and dull was the path Seeing the way, none could laugh Disease hung in the air Life seemed to go nowhere Of what use would be living If maimed, none would dare to be boasting Desperate was the current flow When hope sparked us all in one go Dust flew in from the skies Dust came in without any ties Angels cried at our plight Saddened at our darkened sight So they gave us a boon, Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon Silvery, shiny, deep with hue Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true Those who did inhale the dust Could do nothing except to let go of their lust Life is meant to be lived Life is meant not to be re-lived! So, come, let us sing and dance To the name of faith, in all abundance! 15 October 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon
It was a good day, there's a smile on my face. I feel some peace and with it came grace. I started to feel old and patience was thin, From all the ashes came a place to begin. I don't even know what direction to go, As daylight shines I hope it will show. I just take one step and then another, Hoping somehow, this life can recover. I feel quite content I have to say, None of the bad shall get in my way. The sun set like so many times before, I seem ambitious for what is in store. I look at the sky and wish upon a star, Hoping the distance is never too far. I start to find my way though it is dark, I try to find a place to make my mark. The stars appear like diamonds in the sky, Challenging my courage to learn how to fly. I think deep inside my heart it still knows, There seems no boundary as confidence grows. The moon glows and it doesn't seem dark, I climb a hill on the far side of the park. I lok down below and everything's still, It seems like life is held against it's will. I make my way home it's been a long day, It's been a while since I've felt this way. The world seems at peace and I am a part, Tranquility grows from inside my heart.
Little things, important things, The things I really savor, Are the things that often go un-noticed, That give our life it's flavor. I'm grateful for the little things. The things I call my own. The things I take for granted, Like kith and kin and home. A family to fill my life, And friends to share whatever, And sunny days and restful nights, And bonds that can't be severed, By trials that come and go with life, Instead the bonds grow tighter, When those who love you gather 'round, To make your burden lighter; For money isn't everything, Sometimes it just brings trouble. Your treasure chest should hold much more, Than pretty, shiney, baubles. Simple blessings are the best, Each one a special treasure, A gift that's given straight to you, To savor at your leasure. I'm thankful for the little things, That money cannot buy, For peace, and hope, and certainty, In where my future lies. For "GRATITUDE" contest
The sub-conscious jugernaught, And it's defence mechanism, For so long your multi-faceted dimension we've fought, So commonly known as super ego, ego and id'ism. We can all be mean, jealous, envious, Sometimes kind, caring and compassionate at best, What we don't like, we call social deviance, I know all the me's I can be, collectively we've got a chance, Not much is known by the layman, There's a reason we feed from the tame hand, Each one of us immensely powerful, We need our vision back to make it's power null, revealing, no cohesion, a fictional entity cull. The mind unravels and absorbes the 'knowing' wealth, letting go of the ego and in 'their' terms my mental health.
Holy be ? You desire this of me… Is this possible am I able ? Consecration, dedication towards the goal ! Ultimate sanctification for any soul… Purity, virtue and piety… Just some names of a few, Made brand new. Written by: William Arthur Tell 1Pe 1:16 Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.
Oh ill fated lamb, How we cling to your image, We all love innocence irresponsibly, Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal, Till too late we find the lamb horned. The blackness has seeped into homes, Taught that the light is what blinds, Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away, Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord. Most will not know the truth while here, The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear, Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear, I've come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.
This is an older piece that I found from a couple of years ago. I have more old goodies for those of you who are fans of mine already. Enjoy. Speak, strange brother of mine Darkened skin or pale in tone, Why do I not know you? Together we are both alone, Your eyes and beliefs are alien My view points are not your own, As my beliefs began with determinism Yours too are planted and society grown, Our diction is similar but different Aspirations are opposites yet the same, As the tiger views the lion at first glance Fear and respect live within our names, Our labels force us inside of a box Frailties inspire judgment and empathy Not knowing now, that we are one Nor how the correct word is sympathy, Sympathy is the term we shall feel As insight inspires greater understanding, To study your life is to reflect on my own As each existence is equally demanding, As minor details have kept us apart, I now see you, As a picture of me, placed on a different shelf, For who I believed would be a task to "know" Is merely a different name, given to, myself
This Tranquility by Amy Swanson shimmers of light heaven soft ... sparkling stardances moonlit mist ... *do you remember* echoes ... (oh so faint) of far away yesterdays in my soul's memory *Glittering* *dream-dust* violet *iridescence* falling new re-awakening my spirit to dream again... within this ageless garden simplicity's oasis Silver-soft cascade ... mystic waterfall hues of rainbowed light sun-drenched prisms crystalline pure flow down from heaven's realms ~ melting ~ into this rushing river of my soul... my self... with waves of blissful peace Listen close-! serenity's song -- only the heart can hear these gentle strains ... melodious enchantment harmonious joyous Lush forest green - life, alive Warm marigold glow - sunshine, envelopes ... all becoming this tranquility.
Inside my heart Over flowing A sea of love My spirit free Love taking lead My inner consciousness, awakening Inner realisations, coming to light Experiencing the wonders of our universe Discovering who I am In the spirit of love
Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.
Sensations is the word for the entire treasure, And life is what allows to say That feeling every single pleasure, Makes people find their dream away. And in that dream they put desire, And they put hope for every scent, And all the senses we admire And never let their will to bend. The so called peace that all we need, The so called light we're searching for, That's what the dream is for indeed That's what we all have dreamed before. And when the light's about to reach, And when the peace it's on it's way You feel the kind in every speech And bless you find in every pray. The blind can see the stars that dance, The deaf can hear the wind that sings, And every whisper is a trance That makes even the rocks find wings. And when the dream is no more pain, And all the chains are no more doubt, You know your heart contains a stain And that the dream is love about. 01/13/2008
Immaculate Random Gorgeous Heroic Expanding mind Taste Sampling Divine Forbidden pleasure Amazing Mind numbing Glorious Thought inducing Seducing Selfless Explosion Bright Last Night
America A llegiance M orality E xcellence R espect I ntegrity C aring A merica These are the foundations of who we are The events of history that have occurred have served to define us as a people And a nation !!! Heroes were born of this tragedy And lost... While showing the finest example of America Strength, honor and commitment What we are about We shall never fall We shall never fail The unity of this nation is unbreakable Eric (and sometimes not)
Today I saw a tree trunk, Growing through a fence. Metal bars pierced, as it grew, It almost didn't make sense. Sap oozed out its flesh, Where the spike had bored. Victim of its own success, As if it had fell upon its sword. I wondered if the tree was wise, That growing meant having to agonize. The tree didn't seem to mind though, As it stretched toward the rainbow..
The lyrics of our conscience United in our wars The golden words are spilling When our truth has been ignored The dark ignites our passions And death will grant us life Where fallen statues crumble The earth reclaims our lies A future heading backwards Can strangle every dream But this inner conflict saves us As we remember why we breathe Silent is the city That screaming voices carve And enlightened is the child That hears much more when it gets dark Our fears have lead to glory All darkness turned to light And everything that broke us Has our sympathy tonight
The tables have turned A new chapter in my book I was giving up hope But risked a second look Strolling into my life With speckled shoulders and toothy smile Saves me from it all Tells me holding on could be worthwhile A raging, fast current Leaves me head over heels Changing souls into fire Rather than rusting steel In a look there was love That had never been spoken Mending and healing The things that should never be broken Life and love just keeps growing And I've stopped biting my tongue I'm collapsed in a heap of smiles And I feel fresh air replete my lungs My heart thumping felicity Through my once hollow veins Accepting all of life And cleaning out the stains Dancing on my toes Eager for your lips That have shown me what's real Replaced old life's script
Revered Lady Justice Balance truth and fairness Restore to crime victims Tranquility, peace, calmness In all objectivity Reveal cloaked identity Omit fear or favor Moral rightness never waiver ~Camille Rose Castillo 2011
She wakes this morning Got along day ahead She's making sandwiches Hot soup and garlic bread She love to feed the homeless She sees on the street She will drive around the city To give them something to eat She goes to the hospital She love to helps the elderly She always volunteers To keep them company And to save the animals She campaigns tirelessly And she will never stop Till they are all free She goes to the orphanage She love to make the children smile She runs for cancer charity In the New York 10 k mile She protest to stop the wars And to free Palestine She doesn't like religions To control people minds They cutting down the rain forest She would love to stop it now She goes to the Amazon And stand in front of the plow She would loves to stop genocide She loves to give donations She would love to stop poverty From every nations She fights for the hopeless To end their misery And against all the oil spills That kills fishes in the sea She stands for human rights Against so many countries She loves to save humanity And to spread equality And she love to tell me Of all the wonderful things she does She is just an angel And a female Santa clause And I love to hear her talk Of all she would love to do And I know she wouldn't stop Till they all come true
I saw an angel flying up high freedom and purity soars I caught it clipped its wings and asked it to be my friend But dear angel cried to heaven, "now I will bleed for sure" wild passion caresses sweet passion burlesques dear angel exists no more
To touch a sleight with fingers right to feel your flight take withered spite. Let loose the blow and block the flow to fight to grow so all will know. To seek to blame and not to gain To play the game..but not the same. To touch a right with fingers sleight to feel your spite take withered flight. Let loose the flow and block the blow to fight to know so all will grow. To seek to gain and not to blame To play the same..but not the game. To see the fight in mindless sight To see the sight in mindful right.
A Resolution for This Time (Based on Eccl. 3:1-15) ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I long to see the beauty of my time Hear music from eternal bells that chime Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever Look toward heaven that last forever I'll grasp my part in each life occasion Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion Accept God's design for each life season Submit that I need not know His reason I will celebrate life so wondrous born Understand that death is not always scorn Propagate goodness and wholeness in life And uproot that which causes pain and strife I'll concede it's sometimes proper to kill But until convinced I'll promote goodwill Useless things I will tear down and destroy Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn Together find God's healing as we mourn Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance I'll speak with passion, let pieces scatter Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug When acceptable, open arms and hug For things of value I'll search at great cost When searching is exhausted count it lost When usefulness has ended, throw away But don't allow important things to stray Now is the time to tear some things apart Then with care I'll mend and make a new start Learn the lesson that silence is golden Of words fitly said men are beholden I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust Teach that kindness and fairness are a must In war, anger and malice find release But I'll use my voice to encourage peace Yesteryear's events once again will be To measure their success we wait and see God's deeds are good, lasting and without flaw Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
A mariners alms and a sirens song A siren sings of solace in solitude Sighing, a sailor steadies the sail Certain resolve tested in a song Swayed by a sense of homesickness Tears of loss stream, alms paid Seagulls soar as a fish jumps Simplicity rests in the waves of the sea A sweet disposition whispers balms Ancient mariners passed this way Always wistful of the sirens serenity song
Love floats by, reaching, tantalising, meandering, tip-toeing past pain, leaping through walls, weakening the barricades, of the most private heart. Love settles in, trusting, searching, dissolving, quietly beyond anguish, erasing the desolation, soothing a battered spirit, enveloping the shivering soul. Love stays, it is true, love endures, as do you
December 6, 1969 It was the time of peace and love With hippies everywhere The Woodstock of the west was held And all the greats were there The Rolling Stones played Altamont Hell's Angels on the stage Protecting them from rabid fans Who's fervor can't be caged And when this man, this rabid fan Tried to mount the stage The Angels met him face to face And an altercation waged They grabbed the guy and took him down And as he lay there on the ground They pummeled him with fists until They stabbed him and the world went still Those were the days of peace and love Ruined by the push and shove Make love not war the hippies say The hippy culture died that day The movement and music did not comprehend That this was the beginning of their end Mdailey 12/6/11
' More Will Rise … ' 71st Senryu They Shoot Messengers They Cannot Kill The Message More Rise, To Tell It ! …
Never Never again Shall I veer from life's pain My honor relieves my conscience Unveiled
You are not the man, you want to be You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different Enduring, daily beatings Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak Mean and aggressive! Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose Out of control, abusive, devious Relentless, over – bearing! Breaking me, piece by piece Confusing a child, with unhealthy love Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed Using me as your human, punching bag This innocent child's blood, staining your callas hands My child's curiosity, asking you one day "Why do you hurt me and Mum?" Your retort: "I am not your blood!" I didn't understand, back then Now, as an adult, I clearly understand! Believe me, when I say There was never a day that went past That you didn't remind me of that! My freedom, restrained My sanity, tested Caged, like a wild bird in captivity Behind bars, looking out Here, I am today, free from your grip Nursing, this inner child's, bleeding love
I followed love, and it broke me open, the heart wound, suffering, beyond my imagination In my hurt, i lost everything and those nights as i cried alone and cold I heard loves voice "I come and i go like the spring. Why worship only my coming? My departure is my greatest gift. The wound i leave you with is Truth, my immortal lover. He is your teacher and will never leave you". Truth told me how small my love was, an addiction, to own another. Truth taught me of a greater love. He told me the secrets of love, the beauty of the agony. How to be with love, how to carress her. I still worship love, adore her beauty, pray to taste her soft lips again, but now, i also worship truth, He showed me my purpose. He made me into a man, a warrior. I defend the weak, i fight for their freedom. I carry the flaming sword of truth. If you live to oppress, for greed, or hate I will crush you, slice you, bring you to your knees, make you cry at the alter of truth, begging loves forgiveness. And after you accept them as your masters, I will mend your wounds, and carry you across the desert back to life, a new life, immortality. You and I become one with Love and Truth, intertwined, as immortal lovers, inseparable for eternity. My friend.
Oh Great Woman of all Nature Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth Your beauty has kissed my lips with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies The golden, moon bathed Sands that are gently caressed by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above to delicately soothe and blend with tears that flow from the broken hearted Your moist, emerald green hills filled with enchanting, lovely flowers of every elegant shade and hue I have beheld the splendid beauty… of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs of iridescent greens and golds that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor of your enchanting, golden harvest moon as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image so deep within my mind All your violet-blue endless horizons Your smoky, gray mountains so grand in the rose blue cool light of dawn Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew I pay Ode' to you Great Mother Nature for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin that hangs brilliant and dazzling... in your glorious skies of cerulean blue
Ignorance is a crime caused by putting up fences if we'd let go of the voices inside our heads and eliminate fears discussions would arise peel the blind folds from our eyes share real stories told without disguise encouraging progress could be made with concerns of what we've learned rather than what we are paid a fulfilling life is people based sharing giving looking out for others one human at a time despite our differences the truly rich way of living
It's Destiny It's destiny, the trials the stormy weather All the misery getting lost and feeling better The good, the evil, all those pains and joys They're life, they're part of every girl and boy. Coincidence, it happens all the time All those accidents all those good deeds and the crimes They be a part of just the way it is We've not much power when it comes to this Like matchstick one be drifting On a wild and stormy sea As those waves like you be shifting Well it's your destiny So melt like salt that thrown into the brine Surrender to that ocean you'll be fine. Hey ecstasy it's now it's always here And eternity, it's you, it seems so clear You're being called to rise up from the dead And head for those good places, you'll be lead.
My mother never knew what to do with me. I was an obligation that needed to be. But I wanted her to love me. Simply… love… me. I would do anything to please her. Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did. But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done. Needless to say our relationship wasn't what I wanted it to be. I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. I had a daughter who didn't live. And my mom said someone like me shouldn't have kids. Though she didn't know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health. Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere. I didn't show it but hidden…my health wasn't all that good. My husband's diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine. I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart. Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. The son I'd always wanted to have. I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn. He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere. He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong. My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son. He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn't there for him. I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved. That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way. I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son. But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son. But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him. It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in. And it's even stranger to tell that… The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else's son. He's my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again. Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.
You cannot rush My healing process My skin has invisible marked scars From the verbal and mental abuse it endured I let your lingual assaults have the power to damage my identity Summer rain washes away your words when they rise to the surface I was like a pelican with oil heavily weighing down my wings and my feet pound across the slick cement surface Hoping if I run far enough, I'll leave behind the memory of it I confess my deepest sentiments to a stranger who listens intently and has become my pathfinder When I have lost my way to loving myself ....................... I KNOW that I am hiding in the shadows Camouflaged from those who could break my heart I am HERE!! IN THIS PLACE WAITING!!!!!!!! Awaiting the moment where my power that I have wrapped a security blanket over Will Rise from the Cobra position to the Tree Solid with both feet planted on the floor I will no longer cower like a wounded animal No... my will has only grown stronger You cannot rush the healing process As it is a journey of itself A pilgrimage where one must venture out alone To the lonely shores of Ireland Where the waves crashing on rocks is the only vivid sound I will cry, and I will re-live the hurt I will overcome the addiction that kept me from the world I have grown so weary of taking so much out on my humanly body I await the days where I proclaim the words "I love me"
I felt my thoughts run wild Was I really a demon child Thoughts tightened my head grew light I hoped my expression was on my face right I absorbed your statement surety taking flight Your questions growing old Your coming across as way to bold So this is the child you stole Standing here now I felt guilty as sin My emotions had just let little old Peace walk right in I was sure that without me the child's future was dim So I filled her right up to the rim Without me here she surely would be condemned Who would look for me now I live in the brim As I fought the fear Of having you here It hurt to the bone Making her a home So I opened the door But her back to where she was before Because I love her even more I stay here to even the score
Sitting on a tranquil mountain top as I do from time to time looking down at the view before me listening to the calming silence to heal my battered soul and clear my troubled mind. I look down to the bottom to remind me of how far I have come and where I used to be The mountain only exists in my imagination but I go there when I need when live's battles get too much It heals and restores me once more like before free from stress and anxiety. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
Anticipating a peace march, it's easy to get cynical. How to prepare, what to wear, a uniform to confront the uniform. We mobilize and mobilize in responce to mobilization. Yin and Yang. We and Them. Spy vs. Spy. Frick and Frack, the march goes on, a suicidal drumbeat, sheep to slaughter, life and death, death and life, to step out of line is to aid the enemy. To join the line is to aid the enemy. The real problem is just the shared enmity.
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The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed, He thinks with the questioning of his being, He only looks to escape the day The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night bereft of joy he entraps his plight He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape he looks in the mirror and cries at his face the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home His potential may be realized and maybe it won't He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed They hear it and like it but they always want more His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies but he's had enough he's decided to fly The fame and the fortune has darkened his day It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche' He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared Nothing else mattered he was always prepared He couldn't fear fear any longer inside Alone in a tower a diamond he died
he bud of my dream blooms color in the dead of winter, but i must not utter a sound for fear it will wither/ for if i speak too loud, surly i will kill it/ but what is darkness will always come to life, until there is light/ & through the silence, i will submit myself to birth it, nurturing it/ liken it to spring, turn summer which is winter's only cure, it, growth's natural current/ it will be worth it, for i shall worth it/ for if i am worthy enough to dream it, i am worthy enough to create it, become it. #AK47
I'm Always Around by BJ Welsh I'm not near, but I'm really not so far If you look up I'll be the brightest star Looking down upon God's project earth Watching and waiting for a rebirth When you speak I will always listen My points will seem to shine and glisten Giving you guidance when things seem tough Steady now it may be rough When we meet again someday Be it there or far away I'm here for now and always will Never escaping, did you feel that chill? My spirit wind brushed by your side Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide When we meet again someday Be it there or far away You've given me hope and reason to breath It's not yet time for me to leave I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance When we meet again someday Be it near or far away
Within each one of us there is a master of the universe. Not the universe out there, but the inner universe of our thoughts and feelings, attitudes and actions. Most people realise too late what awaits within and how valuable it is. For too long we allow ourselves to be distracted and bewitched by all that is happening outside. To be the master of your inner world is to be the master of your own destiny. Are you going to be the master or a slave? Author notes I dedicate this to CL
Driving in the fog-- Eyes wide, and creeping down a road without edges.
Politics consistent With moral corruption Religion at best Breeding dysfunction Churches pristine On every corner While homeless abound Where is the honor? The rich at ease Out at play The poverty-stricken Know only dismay The wealthy feast Indulge in the finest The destitute and poor Haven't the slightest Crime well known On America's streets Violence in action With every heart beat Victims seek justice Where has she gone? Is she hog-tied In somebody's trunk? Political correctness To drastic extremes No longer can one Express their beliefs America, take credit For progression ingenius But also acknowledge The brink of madness We rightfully know There is a fine line Between the two We just can't deny It seems we're crossing Into that dimension With each passing day Without apprehension Camille Rose Castillo Note* Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed.
Spying on occupants of interplanetary Earth, All hands aboard, their watching us now, And have been since the planets very disrupting birth. Moving closely now and hide being their sun, Catching how we hold away their gun, And study how it circles around every thing, About it and how it works. Wide open now we're nearly done, I just want to show them the quirks, Stuff we have done and how we've been having fun, Scooting round our dirt, Finding out the sum, So we can see past our sun I want to show them the perks. Like how we hold them closer now but can see clearly past, where they have traveled and really how hard they have worked. We see clearly now and no one understands how but now we see how Their system lurks and their almost past us now, thats really fast, How they travel I can't believe we've intertwined and I am grieving down, Because I don't know how but we've watched them now, And they go on by, I guess our planet Earth succeeds us now, And it's as if God has put us formerly to work. Chain letters
A dream before a mirror in half gloom In the enfolding quiet of my room A twin of confidence looks back at me Can she see The lack within Reflected eyes? This far too sober tendency To see the self, that hides away And sqeeze all thought, which once ran swift and keen With octopus arms Until all life is gone Where any fragment left behind Is simply dust And has no weight, to hold it down In gusts of wind that spring alive Upon the fall of night Before I sleep, I will step outside I will listen to the stars I will walk out alone beneath the sky And let the whirling leaves spin past my feet And breathe a rain-damp air and feel the qualm of me retreat And after that I'll read a book Perhaps a verse, reverse my doubt I'll turn the light, and make a wish Instead of dread I'll close my eyes, and lay my head Upon my bed
This Day, Was A Holy Day As Crystal Drops Came Down A Beautiful Display And Soothing Sound Like An Echo of Joyous Children Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing Or Like Angels Were Cheering … That's What … It Was Like Hearing ! And It Poured Like A Pitcher Cool, and Smooth and Clean Slanting On My Window Inspiring Me To Sing: - - - - - - - " Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter Today … Nothing Is The Matter Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter Inside, We're All Together Washing Away Every Tear Rinsing Away, Every Fear Refreshing Every Year … … Raindrops, Touched Our Dears " - - - - - - - This Day, Water Came In Streams But No Thunder or Lightning Screams Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams And Later, Rainbow Gleams (And Waiting For Tonight's Moonbeams) … Today … Was A Holy Day As Crystal Drops Came Down A Beautiful Display And Soothing Sound …
Jo Davis When your heart's been broken Or your spirit's feeling low And you're looking for direction a place where you can go Remember that~ although the pace may at often time seem slow Your faith will be your shelter a place where you can grow Don't hide behind the shadow of another's dream, for while you seek the river they may be searching for a stream So if the day looks cloudy, the sun, not in your sight What may seem your darkest hour, is just a still and restful night.
A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my window Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I like the most RIAN your back home miss you and the wind you blow Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not lost, lost not gone I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come back another day Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do bring family back closer to one another RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and its never more then enough RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it fall more and more on use:)
Diving deep, into the void, within Washing, cleansing, myself clean Trusting without expectation Letting go of, what I am familiar with Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me Teaching me how to live Growing inside my heart and mind Larger than my mind's ego As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings Showing me how to love, without attachment Discovering, who I truly am
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form. All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn. Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep. Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap. Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work… She can't wait to discuss the results back and forth. She'll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme. This poem is the result of a days' insightful dream. She's a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon. But she's safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon. There are always those admirers awaiting her final results. Like a butterfly's wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth. She helps others understand… they're not alone…any more… With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart. Then she'll hide away back in her cocoon till when… She'll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.
Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes of parchment and prayer flag. Smiling faces walk swiftly through corridors of ancient walls carved from living mountains, spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. Eagle feathers jounce as soft moccasins dance heartbeat on the prairie hair of Mother Earth. Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms offering prayer pipes to their men, who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. Hula dancers waft sea breeze in the heat waves of Pele's fire. Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds, as molten lands part the waters and oasis the humble in a paradise where lei lines encircle life. Patience of a thousand thousand years, we wait for peace. Condor circles as mountains spirits speak telling stories of forever and ever. Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists to nourish the living land and feed the collective soul the medicine of dreams. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. "Imagine all the people" sound waves and ipods park bench hosts to afternoon drummers, as momentum gathers inner city gardeners and beekeepers buzzing to the cyber shifts of "sharing all the world". Patience of a thousand, thousand years we wait for peace.
people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and use it to become a better person and be a happier person.
When heartache or uncertainty fill your days and nights, Remember now, more than ever, just don't give up the fight! His hands are layed upon you each and every day. Listen quietly and you'll feel it, not only when you pray. Sharing with a trusted friend will help to see you through. The outcome of your life you know, depends on what you DO. It only takes a willing heart and actions that seem odd, but through your struggles, you'll find strength - in the hands of God.
Remember all that time we spent on the back deck At your parents house. So very comfortable in that serene kind a way. On that beautiful day Late one may Ill never forget that sense of togetherness I felt. My heart melted. I knew I always wanted to stay, right here with you. A comfort altogether new Just as beautiful at It's inside point of view. They seen us and knew! We where, the best of friends. Partners in a way that complements with such grace. Beatific, such as this spring breeze, We cheer the coming of the warm months. With a bottle of wine or two. Those conversations I hold so dear. Crazy Intellectuals, all together classy. I still benefit from the knowledge past to me. It's been really hard Being torn away from this Knowing it was at the hand of my own demise. I still love them, With my convalescent mind.
Panic can grip you, When you feel That someone or thing For you does stalk A dark future and past Seems all that you face How long you might last, In such a cruel race Love a memory, Misery is true now, And try as you want, You can't figure out how Stalked by bad memories, Stalked by no hope, Each day you wake up, Stalked as to how you will cope When the joy of life Is replaced by but pain, And there is no sunshine, Nothing but rain... So, if you are lucky, And have someone who does care, Remember those times, When no one was there Blessed are those who know Such a great joy Of the love of a girl, A pet, or a boy... And those shut out In a forest of sorrow, All alone and hating The thought of tomorrow Look about you with care See the beauty that is there Remember that God Has a love very rare You may feel alone, And stalked by bad fate, But God is still with you, There is no debate So leave the stalks To the celery, And rise to your goal And you may feel for the first time, That you feel whole.
Oh how can one capture Your beauty on paper Without you evaporating Off as it is your nature The stars are your jewels The moon is your crest Everyone drools As if blessed Your silence is serenity That whisper to my thoughts An overwhelming beauty That ties my stomach up in knots How humble I am sound A beauty incomparable With a radiance so profound Your absence is unbearable
Everything becomes atmospheric in its nature: the black rock holding open a door to a room with no entry. Redemption comes with a price, but it is not for sale here. Kind gestures mastering no weight, and music being played idly through a cracked window. Without your bright signs, or the screams of the unlucky who await within, there would be no patrons of your dead hostel. But we come for the screams and we come for the signs, and we come for the music we can almost hear. We are almost soothed and almost relinquish our personal peace for the greater apathy to reign. I am here with you darling, but you cannot even feel my touch. So gentle in nature, so tenacious in your attempts to learn. So blanketed with dream trees and angelic harps that sound only in your ears. This is my gallery to display the despair we call art. Lack of emotion and childless mothers abound. Come in, he says, Come in. And on and on they stream. With no tears for the dead, the brothers that we left by the side of the road. Too gentle in their tenacity. No ability to further progress in this procession of the damned, observed by careful observers from behind the glass. Cracked and broken and without a place to conceal their eyes. I am trembling in this wake, but I grasp your hand and we march on. To great nothingness, to empty years of needing some way to be free. Clanking glasses and shearing metal break my mind and bring me back to you. Where are you? And how are you going to take me away from here? Here, where dream trees' boughs bend and snap beneath the snow-covering. We are burying the infants who have passed from this world to the next, we are smothering their little mouths and tearing out their eyes. We must suppress the screams of the innocent, lest we believe we have a place with them. Follow their stoic departure and wish with our minds' whispers that there was somewhere we too could go.
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Snow, Winter's long quilt, Land's white, night beauty treatment.... Future drink for spring.
Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep A beast so terrifying, it's made many a strong man weep No flames bursting from its maw Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep All other dragons are scales in its hide One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet You must respect its power before you draw your sword Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat By killing the dragon you also kill yourself You are reborn in the womb of wombs You awake to the world humbled and renewed For it's embracing the truth of this beast That allows you the clarity to recognize peace
' Kept Light On … ' 46th Senryu He Left The Light On … So, We Could Find Our Way Home Look Up, Before Gone …
The clouds are heavy, cant hold for long, tired of providing the shade all along, tired of doing everything for a reason, tired of wearing faces for every season, tired of pretending to enjoy the fun, tired of being always on the run, tired of overlooking other's sin, tired of being a cause for their win, tired of worrying of what she might say, tired of being the pavement of her way, tired of acting foolish,of being a buffoon, tired of being someone else's cushion, tired of being a mother to someone, tired of caring for the happiness of everyone, tired of leading the multidimensional life, tired of being the person I am not, the clouds are heavy, cant hold for long, saturated, exhausted, its time to fall, and clear the sky, so that the sun may shine, help discover myself - Who am I?
The warm concrete kissed my cheek when I had finally stopped falling and I lay there, at peace in the sunshine, bruises on my knees and scrapes on my hands bleeding oh so quietly while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude. It's finally happened, I met the ground, The world quit spinning all around The clock just stopped The pain just quit I just embraced my moment while my throat was slit I sang and sang and lay and prayed, My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul forgive my sins --scratch that-- I don't give a sh** Just leave me be, here on the ground Let me sing without a sound Let me be at peace In my effortless glow Let me have my minute Of being alone.
At early dusk, I watch the locked moon and wonder: Shall I comprehend her still? Careless me, be better. For, we are the night, my sorrow, and when she's gone we are but alone. (this was a poetic exercise I did thanks to another poet's suggestion - took first and last lines from 4 of Robert Frost's - could be any poet - poems and mixed the words - then used them as my basis for vocabulary pool - didn't use all of them and the only word I added was "alone" at the end - simply because nothing else fit. What a way to stretch the brain!!! The four poems I used were: "The Sound of Trees", "My November Guest", "Locked Out" and "The Rabbit Hunter". )
To Be Alone Solitude brings peace but being alone brings restiveness, a longing for a voice even if it is a speak saying obvious utterances. Silence doesn't make a man whole he needs to hear voices, to make sure we are not alone in a world full of noises, that means nothing for the basic needs of the daily. Simple things what's for dinner tomorrow and if we do not listen carefully we lose love behind the words of domestic murmour as it often get lost in the world of thunder; if we lose the ability to listen out for the ordinary we lose the big picture, our loneliness becomes agonizing a constant hum that only brings despair and unhappiness.
comatose commas thought April too lenient; birth was postponed until June, provided preference for instant coffee or selfless gratification, minus the flack fouled narcolepsy, however insistent … cruelty followed, as cardboard mansions collapsed under oath, if under cardiac-arrest, below if not adjacent to, the end, regardless of means…
Seriousness settles in, like an old friend Seriousness spreads like a disease Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away Our wonder in life, diminishing Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness! Days and years, rolling into one Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring "What day is it?" "Don't smile or your face might crack!" Judgemental, cantankerous! Pompous attitudes, of modern day man Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what's familiar Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness! The mind focused on its self created drama's Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside The past lives on, the present forgotten What was once important, now, left on the back burner Hard headed, victim orientated Righteous, self absorbed Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand Becoming, our best friends The vampire suckers of vitality Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way Lost, amongst the thick of it Not knowing any different Everything becoming an illusion Seeing things as it should be In our own little universe, no one else's! Entrapment of the mind Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love Numb, to the outside Numb, on the inside Desensitized! Going crazy! Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation Ignorance meets insanity!
A spark of life Fire in my belly Giving what I have Serving you Honouring, who I truly am Loving you, in return
Twists and turns are life Happy or sad, you decide It shall stay that way
In my solitude there's been retreat From worldly events that brought defeat, When emotions were too weak to bear I could always find asylum there. Through childhood, grade school, college too And as a Man, I always knew An inner peace down deep inside Where I would go sometimes to hide. Then came one day the hordes of Hell And darkness all around me fell, A battle ensued in that black night For my very soul I began to fight! From the belly of Hell I began to pray Like Jonah did on his dark day, And just like then God heard my prayer He came, and conquered my enemies there. He restored my faith, He made me new He gave me peace I never knew, He gave me armor and washed off the mud With nothing, save his own son's blood! He told me that He was the source Of peace I'd found through my life's course, He said that He would always be In my solitude, waiting there for me. In my solitude the Master waits With wisdom there He demonstrates Life's lessons that He gives through strife That prepare us for everlasting life. The last thing that He said to me On that glorious day of victory, He smiled, and then He called me "Son" "Go tell the world what I have done!" "Thank You Father!" Your obedient son, Timothy I. Brumley
I can remember every time I've watched the sun rise. Each time so much different from the last. The awakening of the world, the pulse of it all, always the same. I can feel the rumble of her heart beat right through me. Oh how I cherish these moments of peace.
What is it about the countryside? What is it about the countryside That gets into my soul? What is it about the velvet grass? That makes me feel so whole? What is it in this silent air That mesmerizes me? Why do I love the countryside? I wonder what this be. I feel in it a silent whisper That wakens up my soul Maybe fate did give to me This mystic kind of role That sees what others do not see For most don't seem to see This mystery in the country side That has such pull for me. When I'm in the countryside I know that there's a power Some force so big, so huge, so vast A kind of mighty flower That blooms into this universe And set's one's soul afire To let this shell be buried here Would be my one desire. 11 July 2013 @ 1046hrs.
Evening's the time I think, When the world's most at peace, When all the day's cares cease. The sun rests beyond touch. The young moon desires much. The stars yawn---All awake! Like June fireflies they blink And wait for dawn to break. Sometimes one will fly And leave its perch of sky. I watch it in its flight Soar off into the night. Evening's its time I think.
I have been tempted, acting upon lust… I have walked with patience while dancing in trust… Inspiration from the goddess propels my divine thrust… Surrendered; I have discovered a light that can cleanse like warm rain... It's clear to me now; this life of love is the main... She speaks in my ear; " I shall fill you with joy, so you shall stay with this plane... Within this sweet gift, much knowledge will be gained"... Unlock this power; my mission to attain… I am ascending; this human immortal unveiled… Forthcoming Fearless centered courageous complete… Walking through infinity as human divinity… The diligent love beauty energy athlete… I arrive within your inner sanctum; naked, vulnerable, still, at ease… Your breathe wind brings me enchantment; pleasure your collective natural essence… This being swooned with understanding our elemental connection… Your authenticity lying beyond propensity… Creating perfection just as the sun creates sun rays….
Some times they say the great and mighty do fall… And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all. Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength. But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think. The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks. So you'll never guess what those cute little penguins did. Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice. They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice. The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill. But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill. So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… That the polar bears didn't notice the ice caught in the currents sway. The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight. And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night. You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day. For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away. Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand. Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan… And, never turn your back on a penguin I say. They're the reason there's no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day. Tell Me A Story Contest
scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue
A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light So hard to describe so hard to write Just like a life just like mine Here is mine my time to shine The colors change just like time A life goes on to hit its prime No matter what it keeps on changing Just like life keeps on arranging My story begins at age six When life was suddenly no easy fix The Kaleidoscope began to turn And its center began to churn My father left our family home He left alone to go and roam Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark Even now it's left its mark It remained unturned for about two years And the movement became quite severe My Mother moved away from home To improve her new teaching career The shades of blue came into play As most of my family had passed away My mother was strong and held my hand Even though nothing had gone as planned My family will always be in my heart Those small blue beads will play their part At that time I was almost nine I pretended that I was just fine The colors changed from blue to red I went on with almost no dread At age eleven I moved once more I moved again to the California core I spent the next year in shades of green All the kids were just too mean I went to Junior and then Senior High Then it was time to say goodbye The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting My life became very entertaining That's when I met you for the first time My hope and happiness began to climb But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me And I asked and cried my pitiful plea On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black With nothing there to change it back There are ups and downs, lights and darks With many blond moments and smart remarks My life will always be turning fast Even so I have time to look back at my past If I remember one thing it is that My life was nothing like combat But I still fought wars of my own Without them my world would still be unknown There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope It's a symbol of change and hope I like to think my life is like this So look back and reminisce Look back at your thoughts and dreams But remember nothing is as it seems The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past What was boring and what was a blast Mine shows everything you've done for me You showed me how fun life can be You made my life what it is now To this day I still wonder how Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope And giving me strength and the power to cope You made my life a beautiful rainbow You deserve more than you will ever know
peace. sought and desired. lost, often found. cards on the table: leaving out millions of dice. rolling and wearing the pattern, believing trouble to be far behind. odd. never knew time would tell a lie. thinking of trouble: laying a path to your name. seeking and trying your patience, putting obstacles up against the wall. tired. depressed and weary. sad, often needy. reading between the lines: leaving out hundreds of words. inspiring and creating a pattern, forging terror in a future land. hope. a desire to redress the balance. needing new skills: putting your hands on the wheel. working and understanding from the heart, finding the old ways and sowing new seed. peace. desired and lost. sought, often found. knowing trouble: dealing with it as and when. seeking change only when it matters, believing happiness to be a state of mind.
Take yourself now to His beautiful scape. Our vast green earth is His human drape. This 'backdrop' if you will, in this play called life, with His props that are free, they're all within sight. Look around – and then take a seat. Lift your palms upward, cross your legs and your feet. Indian style will ready you, for what you are about to do. Now look again at your props at hand, a tree, or a brook, a bird or a man. Let your spirit be still and listen now. He'll begin to direct you. You'll soon see how. Quiet your mind and let Him in. This consultative measure begins from within. Breathe now child, you'll hear Him say. Take me with you throughout your day. Breathe once more and open your mind. Be gentle today, and loving and kind. I send you My love through all that you see. When you look around please think of Me. No matter where or how far your day leads, Come back to this place when you feel the need. Your stage has been set, go out for My cause. Give your love to others and feel my applause. I gave you this life for a purpose you know. To love and share, and continue to grow. Walk with Me in the today's and tomorrow's. My arms are yours in times of sorrow. Remember I'm here, while awake or asleep. I will wipe away tears, kiss your face as you weep. My direction for you is to go out and be, all of the things that remind you of Me! Soon night will come, let the curtains just fall. Take a breath and then stretch, and hear My call. It's time my child to get tucked into bed. Relax and rest your weary head. Breathe again, you're safe and sound. Remember this morning? I'm all around! Michelle D. ©August 8, 2010
These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness Needing to bring spiritual realities into the press of raw humanity, amongst the most humble the dreamer seems visionary. Addiction is a mirror; if I look into it for long I will see myself attempting suicide. With my conscious mind in tow I descend into my heart through imagination, there learning your memory is the sunshine each new day bears. A covey of fat mountain quail and me, we surprised each other on the trail this morning at just past six, the significance of this not eluding me having already had my manna. In a field of false lupin spilling the earth an unearthly blue surrounded by young madrone of vibrant green and neon brown sprung from the ashes of disastrous fire i chanced an encounter with One who has all power in taking a chance on His love They are perhaps not stars but distant openings windows to beyond to back where i started from, ever His intention i find my way home It would make more sense were my gray matter yellow, or white with a goldenrod center, given the scrambled and fried responses it comes out with Little glimpses leaving hunger for more, poetry draws me into an other's life: just because I wasn't there doesn't mean I can't recall it. A non-entity with ambitions inured to my own strangeness, being published gave an air of respectability, the way squirrels are saved from looking like rodents by their bushy tails. In process he found a self-worth being, then a self worth becoming, and a self worth revealing.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee; just as an aroma from within, makes the air, smell of flowers in the spring ...blossoms, blooms, time, ...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting, and the tasting is to stirring the dream, flavor, making flavored coffee soul, a drink in the morning.
I'm aware of the talk, internal chatter with volume levels high I'm concious of the questions asked with only my reply Feeling hasn't connected yet, just words and data fighting for attention When the infernal noise subsides I see me in my reflection Sat feet grounded, hands loose by my side, open, vunerable, nothing left to hide I'm in a room with others sharing space and air, my senses alert confirming i'm there No performance necessary, the stage has been removed, stripped back to basics, lost egoic attitude Is this what it's like being present not wrapped up in me, for all this time I had the tools but only now I see..
In the mystic air of a warm summer night. The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight. It feels like God himself when I look at the moon. In his infinite time table, he whispers soon. His presence shines into my soul. And lets me know that I am whole. My heart is filled with gratitude. For Moonsignor's mighty multitude. Reality always slowly sets in. As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin. But Jesus gentle forgiving love. Let's me know, someday I'll rise above. It's like church service in the sky's. As that beautiful light shines in my eyes. Reminding me that we are not alone. It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.
back and forth, running with a string i dance, back and forth flowing like a ribbon the wings of a butterfly, flapping endlessly the songs that i sing mimmick the life beneath my skin reveal the truth that's missing try, to see my eyes move, to see my pride i am the endless flow that lives alongside every moment whether it's here or not in every hidden escape beyond the skies that the insane have created to arrange this line of seperation this line of time to decipher what is dead and what is alive pulling me, i resist i rise, slowly into the sun resisting this motion my senses inexistent my aura, surrounding within with wings like a dove, soaring between clouds of coffins picturing memories that once existed somewhere once before back and forth, stumbling, i am being guided on a string to soon collide in a cosmic explosion sweet memento mori surrounding my frames in flames, these strings exist too they are a part of me a part of you what have we got in common is it the color of the string or who is higher in the wind who we can not see what we do not believe a point of certainty resting between sanity and insanity that the world has not yet reached
Wars, famine and pestilences. Death comes with a pension. Poor people in this country. Poverty all over, feeling empty. Diseases spreading all over the globe. Some mutated, some foretold. Global warming sends a warning. No one listens, it keeps on moaning. Clean water becoming undrinkable. Poisoning into the unthinkable. Beauty that the world once held. Destroyed by only a single shell. Threats of war, they will come due. A price to pay, because we are cruel. Extinction presages as our future. If we don't all heed the bigger picture. Terrorism is the world's axis of evil. World in court, everyone is blameful. We must be meaningful and do our part. It's never to late to have a change of heart.
The Sieve of Time Cast ashore, along the banks of time, whirling through the passing years, clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme, Cast ashore, thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime, clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends, lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime. Cast ashore, hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time, trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories, caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime. Cast ashore, flung aside for no discernible crime, my human heart thuds with elusive hope, though battered, bruised, and covered in grime, I stagger ashore, alone, embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
Have You Ever Heard A Lone Wolf's Howl … Sends Chills, Up My Spine In Memory, (Even Now) … Not Out Of Fear … That's Not What I Hear It's A Longing A Calling A Soul-Star Rising And Vocalizing A Notice … A Need A Heed of The Breed He's Lifting His Head Out Of The Dark Not Like A Bark But, Rite of Passage-Mark Thru the Air, 'Hahooooo' Zooms In Moonlight, and in Tune A Long, Mellow Note The Wolf Sung-Spoke Wolf, is Howling To Say … Same Things, We Pray … Have You Ever Heard A Lone Wolf Howl Sends Chills, Up My Spine (Even Now) ! …
Let's look at our wars, rebellions, riots and disturbances which have been burning our world up till now. Baghdad, Jerusalem, Gaza, West Bank, Mindanao, Ambon, Aceh and many other places in the world have been burnt out. So much blood has shed Too many lives have lost in vain What have we really been looking for? What have we really been showing off? Looking for an honor? Keeping world peace? Reaching a glory? Winning a victory? Showing off patriotism, nationalism? Striving for jihad or the spirit of religion? No. Absolutely not We have not been doing anything of the sorts but for our own sake only, that is to satisfy our evil passions. We have, of course, found nothing except bigger and bigger hatred which spread all around the world We have exactly showed off nothing except our greed to own what other people own. Let's look at again and again the crashes our doings have resulted, the chaos our actions have caused. People, children and women who are innocent have been killed by our bullets, missiles and bombs Let's ask our inner heart some questions: Is that in a fair way to reach our world peace? Is that in a fair way to unite our mankind? Is that also in a fair way to affirm our humanity? We all certainly will answer at once : No. Absolutely not (But of course who is the man will plead himself his insanity … None! We are all in fact though. (It is exactly we all who have become insane.)
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
Her eyes gaze upward and witness The bluest sky of some she has seen, Issuing forth strength to her weakening soul, Pure, warm - a living sea; A towering terrain she plants her feet, A flowing stream to point her toward Realms beyond her simple child-like dreams. She captures a glimpse of sunlight's smile, She sings a song of happiness, A faultless peace, a gift of love; Illumination creates merriment, and Dominates her soul, Disquiet and difficulty fade away, An age of joy will be her harbor, An age of love will keep her clothed, An age of rest will be her guest, Her spirit soars as sunlight washes ashore.
The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion Conformity's blue armies will try to trap you and me in Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin The mind is confused on what info it should reject It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect A different death, of new hope Soaring as Shamans cut the rope …but some won't It is normal to be abnormal Self discovery is not formal …but love is not either Lamenting and hoping soliloquy This is the way it was supposed to be …but it is Patience in expediting time Supposed to waste away for a dime …but I won't Smooth, silky opaque clouds I have seen though the shadowed shrouds …but I will still depart with the Shamans The Spirit Realm Lost in inevitable time Drifting through superfluous mind Coasting on sporadic rhymes Losing grip on human kind Searching in jungles of lies Venom vines cannot unwind Oxygen floats in pink skies Wiggling under ties that bind Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction Contently acquiesce to predetermination's satisfaction The pelicans told me how to dance on water Mother's dying nature from a materialistic daughter Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father Unwritten governing connections from unknown author They eternalized eternity in what they wrote The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float The differences between independent thought and rote Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you're spending I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you
If I could talk to God today Humble praise and thanks I would give For all the blessings I have received None of which do I deserve For any good I may have done Was by grace through His son If I could talk to God today, I would ask Lord, when I was a little child Why was I so painfully shy? Whenever strangers were around I would always run and hide Reading and daydreaming all the while If I could talk to God today, I would ask Lord why does evil continue to exist? I was only seven, abused and blindly robbed I was lucky, my life not brutally snuffed! To perverts this is just a game So many die while others bear lingering shame If I could talk to God today, I would ask Forgiveness for the foolish years Opportunities missed to do some good For the many times I put Him last For unnecessary fears and wasted tears The empty years spent 'living it up' If I could talk to God today, I would ask For mercy not just for me For children like me whose trust betrayed For all of us who have lost the way Some day I know there will be peace on earth When you come to live in hearts and homes Note: For Walayee Whitlock' s "My Darkest Childhood Memories" Contest
Foreign are the thoughts of others Like the minds of past lovers Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind Fractured we stand, divided by difference Splintered we are, lacking repentance We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition Time unfolds and we're forced to react We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact To mend the cracks that divides our kind To embrace the momentum of our time To believe we can and must strive for more To turn the key and walk through the door
Hidden A secret Must keep it Forbidden to be in the same area or even seen with Sharing a secretive kiss and passionate Hugs and whispers of love Outwardly detached except to who's above Footsteps creeping wood creaking Bed rails leaning wanting more than a fling Yurning for the other perspective All the guts but not the full glory of affection My bed room you laying in No Must be like night.....silent Holding close from a distance Being cautious of signs n Sunrise again Gotta let go Even tho Shed no tears but my insides are welded up and drowning Days to long til arms embrace and hair gets velcrowed to my face The moon shines on my back as I make tracks from days lacked of poise Coming in must make little noise Fiddle with my lifesize toy that holds the key to this heart that's bolted shut and nailed up with boards But can open all the doors Sunrise again Must place u in my head til the moonlight allows my heart to be opened Always left wanting more The bad breath The nights not slept The sheets unkept The hair a mess The pain and suffering The stress The whole Damn package Just Not so lucky enough yet Until next time where the moonlight will hold the spell of a taboo love kept......Peace
The Walk An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension. Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history. Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility. Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality. A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny. Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be". Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they see, that without corruption and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that they can or that they will succeed. May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he. People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history. copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins
~Peace And Joy~ (Rhyme) Oh my Sweet Lord take your hand right into mine- And set all my heart and soul for you on fire Oh my sweet Jesus lead me thru all the days of my life So I can serve you better as in my heart I always desire You know that for me nothing without You is worthwhile Why is that so, some people out there may sometimes ask me, Well, my answer would be as simple as watching the sunrise and sunset, I just have to look around and feel all His love- His love for you and me Right there exactly where we are standing He always call us to Him So choose very carefully what you decide with your life and future to do There are so many supernatural forces and things that want to keep us from Him But in spite of all this and more,you and only you have the final decision to make,that's true Life can be an unending struggle everyday but if we have Jesus we're never really alone He'll be with us in everything we go through and give us peace and joy like never before we've known. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006 January,02.2015
When I rise Early in the morning My mind is spinning with thoughts You ask me "How can you be so energetic?" I have no answer I feel like I have always embraced the morning When I go to bed I fall asleep instantly This gift has granted me my sanity My mind feels fresh Ideas flow like water from my soul I am anxious to put pen to paper Or should I say finger to screen Paper seems a lifetime ago I never know which path my mind will take My mood and inspiration ever changing Drawn to the past or present Perhaps to a future I previously never imagined Sometimes experiencing sadness, but never for long Enough time spent there in earlier life When I look back at the stages of my life I feel I have lived many lives Somehow through all of them, I have arrived here The reconstituted me Almost unrecognizable from the earlier evaporated self Confidence where none previously existed Joy replacing fear No more pretending, I can be me I don't have to wear a perpetual smile I have permission to cry Laughter now flows from deep within me Love is no longer something to be protected from My heart is vulnerable and safe Now when I rise I look at you and I am thankful I was made to be with you You know the past present and the potential of me You smile And I know it is going to be another good day
As dusk comes. I'm at the window, looking out Upon this light filled day Billie Holliday sings softly And the suns rich golden rays Paint the world, all shades of green As those happy children talk And gentle people filled with life Right by my window walk. Today, it be a perfect day With spring there just ahead The sun shines down so perfectly It seems the winter's dead As Rosella parrots filled with colour Feed from a small seed bowl And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly And the evening soothes my soul. People sounds can't hide the silence That comes just pre to dusk The days soft story fades away And does the darkness trust. So mystic moon might shine on down To paint the rivers grace With the glory of her soul And the essence of her face.
Today I am the changed… Today this life completely rearranged… Today I pulled myself from a toxic soup… Today I became conscious of the mind numbing loop… Today I shredded this egocentric noose… Today I realized being absent from fear, I am greater than Zeus… Today I sipped the energizing source juice… Today I professed so long anxiety elixir, found is the truth serum to awakening quicker… Today I discovered my inner sword of light… Today I found unwavering will holds high authority might… Today I heard an adulation voice say, "Just be one with blithe"
A test of limits to crumble a palace half constructed of dreams and rebuilt hopes, manufactured from old green pastures torn fallow by divots of malevolent life, a chasm forged of intimacy far too close, no stage to act upon in test runs or delight Change ushers forth from barren lands, but only when day breaks does the earth, so saddened, find the courage to respond.
Ambiguous, isn't it? Trying to stay here. Grasping at the interlace. Subconscious persecution, melts into our souls, like liquid fire. We still let it warm us, as if it were a long, lost love. Taste the heat. Swallow the illusion, if it will help. When you finish, try moving slowly. Back to the beginning. Remember feeling free, before the interlace? Wrap your existence there. Let the rest go. There is no guarantee of a safe return, but, there is also no danger, in your own serenity.
The earth moved, Weary souls, dare to hope God is here
We boomers, as our generation's called, have lived through two seasons, considered great, during which our values were overhauled -- The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate. Both brought us together and gave us hope. In the face of injustice, both were staged -- the first, a celebration with free dope, the other a tragedy that enraged. We were innocent in 'Sixty-Seven; we saw world violence and were appalled. Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven; we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled. While Winter of War passes, may we find The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.
Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, following any direction that nature sways, ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, nostalgia quickly decays, there was never a place for us among society anyways.
Looking at the window glass the reflection began to appear Ever slowly I could see the looking girl was me Behind me in a long long line others began to show Each one awaiting for their turn to see what they could see I took my time and really looked and saw a second me Now this one's who I really am not who I used to be The first one's light was fading fast gone before the looking glass I grabbed the girl and pulled her through she's who I want to be There's love and peace etched in her face The old one's gone she's been replaced to look no more into the glass I've found my life it's here at last
The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
When that feeling rushes in- I don't know what to do with my life- I need to search from within And look up toward the light.
God calms the raging waters and stormy seas. He replaces life's storms with a "gentle breeze." He brings stability and speaks; "peace be still!" This is his purpose for you! And his will! He brings victory to the battles within… And takes away eve the darkest of sins! He is what you need! This very hour! He can do all this for you! He has the power! He is our refuge… A present help in trouble! Though the oceans shake and mountain rumble! Why not steer into his harbor of safety, during this time? You'll find he's patient, understanding and kind! He's is calling you now... And knocks at your door. What In the world… Are you waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
Remember September 11th Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops. Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided a goal of unity, the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the spirited ambitious, the motivated and the entrepreneurship. 911 Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war and mobilized troops indeed. A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich, the poor, the working, the unemployed… the skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, but mostly the future of America's youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop. Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for the circle is full and it has closed. The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great symphony from the past , yet to be numbered because it's not the last and the people's opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page. To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally and acknowledge your rights. Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins
It's okay to pray; Do so everyday. Believe in what you say, And your life will be changed.
are you working for peace, or waiting for peace to materialize
At the top of this mountain My heart pounding Aware of all i possess Once upon a time in vacancy land, I close this book, It's last words read, The power, I watch as the waves spread Layering over the crowd Suffocating us all within unity The ground shakes As i lye here Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin Sand sinking further in my back Golden braids blend with the light The grass reveals orange Illuminiscent beauty, A land once vacant, Now taken over by the power of sound The waves descend, Ascending farther past this plain Clouds breathing Whispering echoes heard from this surface Over and over, Once again, We are counting on this feel We are losing the hours into the night The full moon beams patterns Never seen before, Only to be cherished for this night This moment in reality, A body of vibrations With ties so loosely, Woven in and out of structures Between the buried and me, We remain threads of certainty, In this moment, Dependent on one another, Through the body of the greater The body of the ocean, Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity To accomodate the loss some of us have never found I watch as stars fall on my face Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before Rising to greet the occassion, The waves pick me up and guide me through the music
insurance policies laboured unto birth… the mythic glance of gentile gratification; the populist pariah sheathed sternly under glass… exhibited ad nauseam; pardoned upon the tandem bicycle, midst the callous cyclic queue… from father to son…
The True Meaning of Christmas! During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
She She smiled, gently, her warmth infusing me, with a serene stillness of time. She settled, slowly, in my waking thoughts, a soothing balm of simple joy. She remains, scribbled, on the walls of my fractured heart, memories of happiness that once breathed...
I wrote this poem for my daughter who struggled for years with addictions. She has been sober for 3 years now...living her life... one day at a time. This is for all those who suffer with addictions. May you be blessed and walk in peace, love and light.. Anne _________________________________________________________________________ WHERE CAN I HIDE Where do I go- where can I hide? There's so much fear and pain inside The secrets I keep- they're killing my soul I truly can't allow anyone to know I can't allow anyone to see Can't allow myself to be me The chance of betrayal causes so much fear I'm afraid to allow anyone to near So, where can I go How much longer can I hide? If I confess my secrets… Will I be judged and tried? I have so much guilt My heart's full of pain There's so much to lose… Yet so much to gain Lord where do I go How much longer can I hide? There is so much shame… So many times I've tried It's tough on my spirit It's so hard on my pride I'm so tired of acting I'm so tired of my lies I've found rejection- by myself and others I've been lost and betrayed My heart is so weary My nerves are so frayed NO… I will fight this war I'll fight to be free I'll never give up… Because... This addiction is not me!
May Day, acid and the National Guard You tell it so well, you tell it so hard The dream, the trip and peace rallies you stress We've heard them before selling war stories for less Rinding in cars and running in the street Locked behind bars, afraid of defeat The dream , the trip and peace rallies you stress We'ver heard them before selling war stories for less You've fallen, get up and get out of here Why risk being buried by the past many years It's time for a change in you 'Little Boy,' Pack up your bags, throw out your old toys Why chance looking back when you're so far ahead Go hang-up your hang-ups, awaken the dead For the dream, the trip, and peace rallies you stress All gone today and, people can care less The Dream, the Trip and Peace Rallies you stress Could have helped saved the world but our youth failed the test.
Why would I swap? What have they, these men of wealth? What could they give to me I have the skies the clouds the rain I have eternity For I would live within this now Expecting naught at all Because this world, all by itself Is so, so beautiful. I see them with their dull, glum faces No hint of any smile And yet I'm supposed to envy them! With all their wealthy style No belly laughter comes from them Cause this be all dried up As for the joys of life itself They hardly fill the cup. While birds are singing in the trees And the stars shine bright at night While the flowers smell so wonderful And the birds give sweet delight! Oh, I could go on all day long Why would I want at all? When my world is oh, so beautiful And theirs seems oh, so cruel. 2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.
Father, Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be. I am the product of myself and my negativity. I trust You. I love You. I thank You. In Your name, We pray, Amen.
Love who you are; You are a shooting star. Shining high above the sky, Your heart reaches out so far!
As I look back upon another year gone by, I can't help but remember the moments that changed my life: The people, the faith that fueled this fire; If I had to describe this year in one word: Inspired!
God works in mysterious ways. Take the world day by day, Live free to the change, Never be afraid to pray, And smile everyday!
SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
Dare to question madness Valiant, ever courageous Interrogate absurdity What you find vexatious Never refuse to face Unyielding resistance Stay true to your beliefs Remain ever consistent If there is a price to pay For the right of knowledge And the use of that thereof Say no to mental bondage What truly does define Collection of the facts Information that you gather And how it does impact Is unrelenting bravery In the face of adversity At whatever cost to you Refusing intellectual depravity Does pride have a scholar Possessing an education A wealth of information Yet lacking determination? To who do we really owe Development and progress Corrections of miscalculations And errors now behind us? The ones who stood firm And fixed in their direction Unswayed by obstruction Deserving of reflection Those we often praise The ones we often admire Are those who've attained Achievement of desires Camille Rose Castillo 2011 Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed
I am nearing the end of my journey The path that I walk is almost done, Over my shoulder are friends now gone? In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday's fear For I am in a world where no one belongs Tomorrow I look through the sight for one more time My finger, no more the killer and my shoulder Never to feel the recoil of tracers sent I have spent too much time bringing Peace to others It is time for peace to find me. This letter I write to you, for you have been my rock, and my friend through this ordeal Your love has been the oasis that protects the candle that is my life Whose flickering light is fragile, refusing to be extinguished For it is entwined in my love for you, nourished by your letters Without which, I would not care for fates demise, On lonely patrols I am comforted by the beauty of this river, which reminds me of you For you are my river and I am the salmon, happy to wallow in waters so blue I traverse the waterfall that is your spirit My strength though faltering, can still conquer these shallows of misfortune And my courage is strong, as is my love for you For I can still face the bears that seek to destroy us, This old warrior has spent too much time in wars arena, A soldier's death I will not seek here, for my end is to be with you To die in your arms, held safe in the spring waters that is your soul. I am leaving this place, where friends gave so much, Where sacrifice, and loss dwell, Where silent widows weep. Fate has decided, I'm coming home, coming home to a peaceful life, To live again with you, in freedom, my beautiful wife.
What do you want What is it that you need Forget your life envision Let it go and feel what you bring Whether it's wrong to them Whether it's right for you You're the solution to your own catastrophe You're the problem between the black and blues Love will find a way Have patience, be grateful Not dead, not hateful Quixotically underrated, and truly alive Occasionally in disguise For the devil tends to come uninvited, a mere surprise Fool yourself several times til you return again, Be true to your future heaven, respect the angels and dont forget they ride til the end Because when it's all over, there will be no time for debating Negative space for contemplating Mistakes titled space and time crumpled into a trash bin Creating a massive black hole Welcoming you with a familiar smile telling you to come on in Turn your back and lift within the light for the truth you may see isn't always true the future is potentially bright Like the angel Marley says Every little thing is going to be all right Fly away with the blue birds Over the rainbow out of sight They told you you amounted to nothing And now you're controlling the light
We're here to love all God's people No matter who they are. Brightness still shines in shallow roots, Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.
THE BOOK LOVER Some women pine for silks and pearls Some shop away their hours But I've a book-hound in my blood Preferring books to flowers Each page I touch With loving hand I trace the print snug there The whitest page grants me delight The yellow brings despair The old bookshops on dusty streets Are storehouses of dreams They guard the dancing continents And trolls that bridge the streams And for each story hidden there Mid pages silken glories An offering of bouncing tales replace bland bedtime stories And on this paper Fine or rough my fingers gently roam Safely in these books I find my place-- And build myself a home. Victoria Anderson-Throop Juja, Kenya
It seems the path Iam on is changing everyday the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man but your church and bibles where never in the plan so every race has a version of there own stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known not one of these faiths is open and understanding they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding then you history holds no science no enlightenment dogmatic foolishness written before free government and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give even now the human mind is found wanting but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting if only the concept of good will and love we understood without some sign from above if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain I respect you and to all other men you should do the same your saviors were righteous there's know doubt in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about there have been many Christ's since the beginning of man the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free in my mind that's what Jesus is what he is supposed to be even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church he's giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance are race needs to come together and make a united stance if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart
A Rainy Day Dr. James E. Martin ©May, 2013 The raindrops continue to fall, Stirring emotions in one and all. To some it is gloom and deep despair, To others however it is joy everywhere. The raindrops have a musical, pleasant sound As the melodies with intensity abounds. There seems no end to this moment of bliss Soon we will reflect on all of this. Instead of complaining about the rain And living in your own self imposed pain, Why not reflect on the blessing therein And not yield to a negative spin?
Pure peaks of reason, Stand the test of the cruel time Peaceful in the world.
Let's acknowledge the reality Of caustic global inequity Let's look injustice in the eye And carefully plot its demise Let's rise ever trenchant Unwavering and consistent Let's lay to rest disparity For the sake of all humanity ~Camille Rose Castillo 2011
It is almost one of the best kept secrets, I would say so few know of its power, thinking it to be far far away but this power of speech, a power which is always passed on leaves its lasting impressions, even after you are long gone The world we live in, created with a molecular structure articulating sound, our speech now meets this juncture power of speech, although emanating from a thought impacts on everything around us, and this we wrought "Think good and it will be good", it's not just a saying we really don't realize this power, our words are swaying "think good and you will create good", is what it should be sound created by our words lives forever, who would foresee Think about the history of creation, the way the world came into being G-d said, "Let there be light", having commanded, darkness began fleeing but focus on the fact of G-d's act in His saying, which comes to inform this power our Creator used, speech, whose power caused all to conform So having been created in G-d's image, better to learn while we are young our heritage as humans, life and death are really in the power of the tongue the power to build or to destroy, stems from the power of the words we choose we can perpetuate this light, doing good to all, rather than use it to abuse
With battles fought, the wounds endured these days shall pass, I am assured The veil of winter shall lift in spring A bird in mourning shall one day sing But with the cloak of darkest day comes bitter wind and skies of gray A tidal wave to calm the sea upon the shore, I wait for thee My heavy heart sinks into sand until you come and take my hand A promise of despair no more to find the love I'm waiting for A rescue from the rolling shore and peaceful days forevermore
I think of the years between us and Little snippets of our journey floods my mind. Life and all it's roads at times difficult Allowing us the chance to change, to be remade for the Last of all our tales shall be of our triumphs- Ways we conquered our self doubt, our impulses Always giving way to that better me, better you Yet you walk these roads with a heavy heart Soul weary and feet blistered and I say to you Be not afraid of what s to come Everyone is given only what he or she can bear Yes I say to it all - the pain, our tears, the laughter Our fears, - the joy and all these years between us Underneath it all there lies our blessing and Redemption in the form of this friendship For the mistakes, the errs are not erased but" Our Father In Heaven" Remember is the sweetest prayer In it we find the mercy he tempers our punishment Even as we are wrong, we are in his light No man can take your soul, so walk Don't run to the end of your life, when it is done, he is there.
Those silent tears ran down again So sure was I that they had dried And the hollow feeling they had left Matches no other but the one of death So, close the casket or set the fire Let me not live another while nurturing solitude with endless hope embracing ghosts of fake smiles Be this mind put at a final rest All the sorrow ending at last No struggle left to be done Never another silent tear to run.
' In The Midst Of A Desert …' ( Part 2 of 2 ) In The Middle of A Desert From Miles Nowhere … A Crystal Cup Just Waiting There Sparkle and Glints 'Neath Sun So Large Must Be A Miracle or A Mirage Inside The Cup Is A Real Oasis ( in A Wasteland ) of All Places ! Finally, Shade ! 'Neath Green, Palm Fronds Sweet-Water, as Well In A Clean, Blue Pond I Took The Cup 'Cause I Took Note Luke 17: 27 And Got A Drink For My Parched Throat In The Midst of A Desert Love-Cup in Hand I'm Walking Away … from All Quicksand ! … In The Midst of A Desert There's Another Cup Someone … Somehow … Please ! … Pick It Up !
The Mystery of the Monastery in the Entity comes Sanctity Repentance giveth to Admittance Cleansing of the Sensing To Homogenize and Energize Around All Periphery Leads to Epiphany Curing Lesions and Bringing Peace to The Regions The Summoning of the Soul Giving Truth To the Worldly Toll
I'm hot. I'm cold; afraid, now bold. I'm good. I'm bad; silly, now sad. I'm wrong. I'm right, filled with clarity; Now, no clue or true insight. How do I shake and awaken? Break the great seal of the wheel? Will I ever know calmness, Peaceful joy, and be still? The great Law of Polarity rules my life; Keeps me entangled in Karma, unaware of my plight. In moments of quietness the Truth seeks me out; Whispers the answers that banish all doubts. There is an awareness higher than this Where I am One with my Source; Drifting in moments of stillness; Confident, resting in peaceful bliss. Captain of my soul, the truth is mine to weld. I am anchored in ancient knowledge, Breathing deeply in life giving Prana, Finally free from the oppressive wheel. I control the frequency, the ebb and the flow By focused thought and clarity, directing the show. Creation is my destiny and joy its end, No longer strapped to the unyielding spokes within. It is only what we look for that we really see And we can only truly see it if we believe. Opposites appear, retreat and fade. They are not even real; just a harmless charade. But the truth stands fast. There's nothing to fear; it's merely Contrast. Only consciousness remains and eternal Love that lasts. It's the highest emotion. It's at the top of the list. It has no opposite, no Karma; only peace and bliss.
On golden wings I go and do not know, What treasures lie so greatly in the sky. Questions linger on the lips; A pink- no red, which now would be perverse- To shatter bliss with preposterous sound! Oh, I am bound, Bound for light's unspeakable truth, So shut my mouth shall stay, Until I may just lightly place a foot upon a cloud.
'" CAVE'" =(:-)'s>>> --------#------#------&..... We weren't married By a Pastor at Church In-stead we were married In a Cave Yes, we took our vowel's By me dragging Her by her hair Dragging her home To the Cave Like a Slave ------ The same Cave that we Bared our Cave Children The same Cave The one with-out the Den ------ He promised to build a bigger house But, he has been saying that.... Since I don't know when... ------ But, the Cave Woman She loved her kitchen's nitch That is where she cook the game She would say...do you want it salt? Or plain.... ------ Fore it took so much to cook a meal It depend on what Cave Man father could Either kill or steal... ------ He left this morning To get him a snack It was either a giant turtle Or a brontosaurs ------ But dinner would attack' ------ Today, the equivalent of an BIG MAC. ------ But, never the least The Big Mac did attack' He knew with-out stake sauce Or butter, that He would never Get back ------ There is no telling how Cave Mother might... Act....or react! ----- Who ever knew how long it would take If I could catch him Would he taste just like stake... Or a Slim Jim.. ------ We lowered it home Took him to the house' Either it would be him Or would have to settle For Mouse. ------ We lowered it home' And took him last evening' We saved the mouse... ------ We lowered it home And took him in-to the house We ate him last evening We saved the mouse.... ------ That Cave Woman did what She could, fore she had four Cave Children.... Their chances' of starving were Good....God willing..... ------ That is a fact of life that was Really understood.. ------ She started a fire With a stick and a rock She put then together ------ The fire was hot That brontoburgar surely Hit the spot... ------ They ate what they could And saved the rest for later They had no refrigerator ------ So, they gave the rest to The family who sat at the table Who would eat it much later ************SEE CAVE MAN 11******** To be continued...
Love is... A Heal.thy gift… and it's good for you too ;)
The waves carry it on And as it swims with the current, It drifts to unknown seas Where danger surfaces with the surf. But when it swims against the current, It's thrashed and smashed And broken. But it finds the way home. It's you. Though castles on homely shores Have been washed away. Yet castles can be built again And wooden logs can decay Trees can shed their leaves and burn While stones change shapes. Home will be calm still And soak you with peace that the waves washed away. Home will calm you I promise.
It's like I'm there, Standing behind a glass wall. I've had a taste, Just not the full platter. I'm ready for the cake, But all I have is batter.
Smoke rings and pipe dreams drifting through the Winter air seeking the heavens
Humanity seeks peace; The truth of this concealed by a tight crease… Communion with nature loosens the fold… Relinquishes the impediments hold… Observing our earth gives life's elusive mystery… All things working together produce harmonic history… Faithful friendship fastened firmly fractures fears frenzy… Fear is for love, what shoes are for gloves… Similar is there cause, one effects evolution with a pause… The cabals control under suspension… We the people of earth, calling forth light vibration for ascension… Leaving the big business warden in the dark… Will initiate igniting their prison releasing divine spark… If you desire experiencing real sovereignty, die while alive in your body… No longer associate who you are with beliefs or possessions… Reversing the ancient ego split resulting spiritual regression… I love you so I may love myself… I love myself so I may love you… I give the whole a holistic love commitment with such strength… Undoubtedly increasing our spiritual length…
I stole away in the vast moonlight To the whispers of the darkened night The glow was so beguiling it took my breath away Comforted by its loveliness it beckoned me to stay I felt such happiness in that hour - so blessed Of joy and hope and bliss, my heart accepted rest I stood proud and tall in the calm, peaceful light My soul, my spirit free- I soared in lovely flight I came back home to lay my weary head In my darkened room I laid upon my bed Just outside my window... I saw the moon smiling in the sky It took me a moment to realize... Just how good it felt to fly
One joyful swig of your ice cold ecstasy causes electric shivers of the most unique kind as clear venom trickles blissfully downwards once again reassuring me soon I'll feel sublime Slowly liquid fire burns thru every inch of me And that sweet heat fills my dark emptiness My senses are dulling and I'm totally numb One more hit of ambrosia and I'll care even less Losing myself in your ephemeral liquid reprieve I find temporary peace and solace of the soul But too soon the bloom of the ambrosia fades sad emptiness reappears to take its infinite toll Live in brutal reality or lost in tranquil harmony Christ, is there even really a choice to make Just one more sip of fiery liquid amnesia And the cycle continues with every sip that I take To drink or not to drink is a daily struggle The difference between numbness or enormous pain Yeah, I guess there really is a choice to make Choose wrong and there will be no me left to save
All I want to do is punch, and kick, and scream, and rip my hair, and tear at my clothes as I fall to the ground wracked and enveloped in silent screams that have gone on deaf ears. Too afraid. Too ashamed. Of what? Because of this. The past, the hairline scars only I can see in a blazing red burning into my flesh like lava, constant. A thrumming phantom ache. Almost as tormenting as the ghosts of the memories, and the memories I've changed to better suit me, and their remains. Like a frankenstein and whispering in my ringing ear all the things that my silence drowns out. - Peace. Not today but eventually cease, something to change to drown out the - Peace. Not in the virtuous hold but in the gratuitous embrace of a chance to see - Peace. To not think because I don't want those dangerous daggers piercing behind my eyes and through my skull. Thinking stops. Though gaping wounds and hairline fractures blazing in red to my own eyes fester, the chance to open the cracks so to let it out. Cleanse my wounds and let them scar over in a blazing red, as if to say "I have survived"
The Reason Faith – amid the silent rancor falls Determined 'neath the Son. All's unsheathed, revealed sterling Bright – a sacrifice of all remorse; All sanctity – all that is given – For fault lies elsewhere this day: that's a small Succinct fact; pray more for your luck, For your seeming retribution's offering: the One you give so willingly, so brightly, so Determined in the flow where there is nowhere Left to go; boxed in this July are you so close To God's intervention – he shakes the earth and Skies to loose you from illusion from pain, From all that remains a muddle in sound and fury; A sudden season's storm, in evening's rest. Here is where it lies: for within this strain to reign Supreme, the arms of kings will summon still the Summer, the wind, the leaves upon the water… All dances now before you, before your will undone- A sum total of all that calls to order, All to kingdom come, All to cast asunder, All to be undone.
I look around me no one in this world see the way I see. I live my life without worries I live carefree Oblivious to the world I live in a fantasy where no one can touch me. All around me is moving I stand still and dream. Dream of a life that is unreal or so it may seem. Society is so unforgiving some might say for this reason life is not worth living. Who cares what society believes of me I am free to live my fantasy. Life is so much better when you don't realize how unfair this world can be. Mothers just trying to provide and dying on the streets. What kind of world do we live in today This world is evil and must change somehow someway. So until that day I can live my fantasy and believe that this world is better than what my eyes see.
Behold compromise and contention Release the dark hold of grudged spirits One mustn't underestimate our inner powers That the healing of hatred acquires Bearing strength in a shell of perception Demodulating spiritual frequencies to our universe Adding Nobility to clarify such wisdom To compromise our learned perceptions Is noble indeed… …attaining high moral principles one needs~
As the leaves fall to the ground, I see the glowing sun slip to the horizon. A soft wind blows with a cooling sound, And clouds march across the skies. The amber disk falls earthward, Giving the clouds a heavenly glow. The wind swirls the leaves, Forming omens in the air. I go to leave this scene, I watch all that goes on, And witness a beauty that will come again, With every day, from dusk to dawn.
Everyone is a child's child. Everyone is grown some little, some hardly at all. Everyone is one until they are none, no more.
Unfortunately as a species, we've advanced in our technology to the point that we can pack doomsday into a suitcase and send it across the world, but we haven't advanced in our simple ability to get along, play nicely and share. I once read that you could accurately gauge the direction and future of a society by observing what they are willing to do to and for the least among their members...one look around the world today should have all of us properly horrified! Albert Einstein once said "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones". I think every single soul on this planet should think about that statement and ask ourselves if this is what we truly want to create in the future, because it doesn't have to be this way. Uni means One and Verse means Song...literally translated, we are all One Song. What will it take for us to recognize this and begin to work together to produce harmony rather than the cacophony of discordant notes that we are currently collectively expressing. I hope my contribution can in some way add value and make a positive difference in our world.
Silent storms rage within my heart. Be still! Be still! Fear to be fought; Peace must be sought. In stillness, Love speaks; Bringing hope to listening ears, Reminding weary hearts of bygone years; of lessons learned, for faithfulness earned, to stay the course. Be still! Be still! when silent storms rage within my heart. Healing found in silence, when listening ears learn to wait
For Mother Teresa to see... the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life to see... the simple truths of living between the horror and the endless strike to see... the innocent smiles of the children at play while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay to see... the endless yearning for that simpler better place away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space to see... the open vistas of this pale blue dot the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got to see... the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide to see... the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed to see... and to see it all and still stand tall to hold on to the humanity that resides deep within us all may be our only saving grace and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet I need to remember all that I've said the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face to see... that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...
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Pottage of lentil and bread Thank you Lord I'm fed With wheat, barley and flour Filled my cup this hour Overflows with grace Bless this taste Yes! ~~~~~~~ Place among 273 Semi-Finalist Total of 1034 Entries Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest March 6, 2008 ~~~~~~~
How long will it take For your vehemence to cease Like the wild winds that destroy, That won't let in peace? Everyone wants peace Yet in the air are echos Of threats against another And I came to see That it isn't you, it is I For I have not searched your heart I assumed falsely. And I see my words Were based on my own viewpoint And fed you a cold spoonful And I left you hurt. "Let there be peace on earth And let it begin with me." By CarolineCécile © 03.29.12
I love you for being my husband. I thank you for all your love. I thank you for being there, A special person sent from above. I thank God for sending you to me, For giving me a life with you. And our children he entrusted me. Your acceptance, guidance and care, Given so unconditionally. Together with my love and certainty, Give us so much to share. I feel a special bond not there before. It gets stronger every day. Making within me such awesome happiness, My heart longs to soar. I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting. We both have our failures and imperfections. I think, however, our short comings and trials Build between us stronger connections. I believe that God has brought us together, Because each has a lot to offer the other. You, as the father and husband, And me, as the wife and mother. Summer Gratias
I live my life Music in one ear, A sponge in the other Some may say You work, then you play. I play while i work And work while I play The best lessons I learned in school were during recess The knowledge I cherish is taken in, gladly. "Work" and "play"... Forget these words. Replace them with another: "Live" The duality is all around, in everything. It always has been. Your will to see it may not have been. Nothing is set in stone. Regret nothing. Turn bad decisions from your past into a lesson learned. A positive, better future. You have the power, You always have. I live my life music in one ear, a sponge in the other.
As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with... As I sit here weaving my poetry Into the semblance of a book… I find that I must ask Gods' blessing… For the journey, that together we have took. I find I must bow my head in thought… Over this book that together we have wrought As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart… As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought. And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins… He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen. I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life's art. And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart.
During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton
Its been a while when i lost myself, In the forest of darkness which seems like a hell. I have been suffering that unbearable pain, which is leading myself to go insane. Trying to figure whats my mistake, couldn't find any because truth seems fake. world's at its best and whatever they said, But i think I am right in decisions i made. Now searching for brightness and looking for truth, So I could easily forget those ruth. And rise up again in the clear blue sky, where happiness strikes and make me fly. May i could follow the great real steps, which leads me to the high upstairs. Taking myself to the roof of freedom, where the cold breeze gently kisses my forehead.
Same old places, sad, empty faces yet another lifetime alone love is just gone Downward stares lonesome and scared void is all that's left were life once was kept Reap my soul before I wake It's just a joke, it's all fake Life but a dream, no boat to row If I could just change the world, more love would show.
Life is this intangible thing, an enigma and a contradiction; at once so real, visceral, and so ephemeral, ethereal. It's like the difference between day and night; during the day, things happen – to you and to others, cause and effect, gripping happenstance; we react to these stimuli, and action results, changing forever your life, whether big or small. But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe – a stretch, expanse of enchantment where time slips through your fingers too fast and magic feels true in our hearts. To say that life is all about stretching your legs, petting a dog as it lies beside you and together you watch the rain; as you hear crickets chirping through the storm, life always going on, is laughably absurd. And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed, moments of quiet contemplation of all that lies ahead and behind; in this, I find peace. Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve; sometimes we must simply listen to the rain and smile at the crickets.
compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.
It is elevating to retrace my footsteps In the direction of the mountains, To gaze at the new fallen snow, To witness the glistening of icicles And how they form in the sun - In my spirit I have returned home, I fathom my journey at this moment, And it ensued into a long-lasting one. I appear as before in outward view, A few more lines, a few more pounds, A softened heart, I wear no mask, And childlike notions—I allocated— I outgrew. In my own right on a midsummer night, In my sentiment—mountains reminiscent of, My muse arising depositing poetry at task. By way of a pen—my contemplation Obtaining shape, My face against the wind, My essence engaged in words realigned, Together with a stillness of reason And spirit unconfined, Mysterious language assembling, Selected in the same way As a trusted friend, In my spirit I have returned home.
Adolescents gallivant the street in glee they sing and shout enjoying freedom they never accounted for knowing not the pain the ones before suffered so they may gain Ignorant of the blood stained walls they pass as they happily walk Their noise makes the streets come alive in the night It disguises the cry of the meek to howls of joy it silences the death rattle of the woman suffering at the hands of the beast for he still roams the streets its tranquil in ignorance that covers the deceit of the man standing at the alter preaching the one who hears the desires of the afflicted has gone to sleep he sees us not for the fire that was once ablaze is extinguished this treacherous sin is the wax that has covered the ears of the creator darkness roams where light once was for evil prevails when the good cease to do good behind closed doors his monstrous hands daily caress her body everyone hears her cry yet hide behind their fingers and choose not to fight a hero to many is a villain with no mercy only the foreigner objects to this inhuman behavior a heroine walks in to save the day for she is a purposeful trailblazer a breath of fresh air that tangles the cobwebs that lay troubles the stagnant waters that the nostalgic thought to be bliss uncovers the hidden and frees her from captivating and enlightens the world on the wrong of the situation A new generation rises to take their place its a choice well all should make or drown on a trance to a dismal fate its either we stare in ignorance or end the cycle of abuse fight the scourge that has prevailed before YOUTH WHERE ART THOU? THE TIME IS NOW! STAND UP AND FIGHT Ignorance is not a friend!
Serenity can be found in simplicity Open your mind to see clearly Everything will be alright Even when not visible, the sun is shining bright I know not what comes my way, But come whatever may. Release your weary thoughts Worry not about what tomorrow has yet brought They're merely problems not yet overcome, Just part of life's rhythm Listen closely and you'll hear, Tranquility's silence is always near Happiness is not found in perfection, But in the process of realizing you're but a fraction, A single particle in a grand scheme; A grain of sand drifting down a careless stream.
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
Wrap me up in rainbows Compact and stuff me in your duffel bag Travel with me to parts unknown Scale mountain peaks and valleys When you've reached the summit Insert your flag of wisdom And proclaim the new found "wonder" Show me beauties, unroll me downhill Sail down in the redness of love Without fear of carpet burns Do that, then join my side Place warmth of trusting hands and bleeding hearts firmly into mine Into minds We'll climb the stairway back up to heaven Together as one…
All over the globe the number of dead are increasing A bomb here, a bomb there, its no more surprising Few faces of evil and cruelty Seem to be creating havoc for the majority None seem to be spared In their success to spread hatred No more shall the mind be without fear A blast or killing could happen anywhere near No more shall there be a welcome smile to a stranger As the scared mind would signal a danger No more elation at a fire cracker bursting As the mind would say it could be a horrible bombing If allowed to spread their sinister tentacles The terrorists would create an unwanted spectacle No more shall we have The cool breeze from the wonderful seven seas No more shall we have The dazzling vibrant colours of the rainbow No more shall we have The smell of peace from the seven continents The hanging sword of terror shall only leave Barren land surrounded by repelling red blood coloured sea. The news show sight of woman, orphaned children crying Without a fault their innocent relatives are dying "War against terror" !! Seems big lies as people see only hardships, suffering and cries All we see is the drying up of tears from their eyes But wonder, when and how they would again start their lonely lives? Why is there no war against poverty Why no war against illetracy Why no one to fight the war against hunger And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger Why are they using their ability To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY. I close my eyes to say a prayer to God Give them some sense, oh lord!! To those who have treaded on a wrong path WAKE UP!! Stop this horrible blood bath Please give up hatred, stop this revengeful dance I plead, Please give peace atleast one last chance…..
Every day in school They would pick on him And threaten to kill his mom If he reported them The constant abuse And the physical attacks For months he took it And the teachers all turn their backs The shame and humiliation His peace of mind and sanity is gone The hurt in his heart While the girl he likes helplessly looks on The frustrations of the parents Seeing their only child health decline And the teachers who turn a blind eye Telling them everything in school is fine The attempt of suicide one night When the father saw him with knife Asking if he will go to heaven or hell If he takes his own life The tear of the kidney For the force of the kicks and blows The lost of appetite and weight The suffering only he alone knows But he did open his mind he said I can't got through another year like this And when they were arrested then many Told the press what they had witness Today he is trying to get back his life But his road is pave with bad memories And sometimes he almost reaches the end And then get scared of the shadows of the trees Then he is right back where he started And then he has to start again with frustration Sometime lashing out at his parents and family Trying to get some much need attention Looking at him very quite sitting alone Wondering what's going on in his poor mind And wishing to that one day god will Bring him the peace he so much wants to find He is a fighter and his will are very strong Yes today he is along way from there And I know that eventuality the time will come His smile will return that has now disappear The war must be over for now But every day he has a battle to face But in the end he will be victorious And get back his life that has been misplace So many kids has and are being bulled And some are talking their own lives For when you feel all hope is gone Then it's very hard to survive They are sick and tired of the abuse, and they little minds fought so hard, so very long, And was just couldn't make it through the pain, and stayed strong. I wish all students will look after the weak The ones who are very quite and shy And if the teachers and students do this Then so many of our children will not have to die
...In the treachery of the unkind... ...With a willingness to find... ...All wrongs to the left... ...The calculated claw... ...in the darkest sanctuary... ...confused drenched in toxic waste... ...The strive explore to capture... ...Neath ones' crippled rhetoric... ...reason hibernates... ...understanding accepts... ...belligerent stray... ... Oppression set free... Like winged bird... harnessed with new song... ...In the treachery... ...Neath sky echo... ...Left some where in the blue... ...Way behind... ...Way beyond... ...Neath sky echo...
Vibration stimulation creates molecular transformation… Our universe speaks vibrational sound… Discover your universe name within your ears going round and round… Simplicity within synchronicity guiding me through my infinite multiplicity… Mental confusion the ingrained crime… Leaving us empty; Doing time… Doing time… Doing time… My emancipation from the illusion of confusion flows through me with spirit fused rhyme… Blasting through the blockade, divine frequencies our allied aid… Medicinal cure for low vibration addiction… Imagine living your grandest vision… Living with purpose, breathe your intention… This mind is not our real identity… Delve within discover your divinity… Living from the heart manifests godness human behavior… No longer hoping for our world saving savior…
If I do, I hope that I Exit in the presence of Jesus Christ we go far back do he and I for his greater mercy once saved my life Five long lost years have past since then I gave my all so he forgave my sins a weary soul, crucified I hope he's holding me the day I die I tried my damndest to find the light and when I found it kept it in sight it's never left me I know I'm right come try and take it I'll end your night I look up fondly to the sky an understanding between he and I one time I asked him lend me his eyes and I saw a world left cold and dry In conversation we talk, no words he understands me when I'm most unheard think I'm absurd what are you? a higher being? still much confused You think the answer lies in your ways I think the Devil must be repaid he'll collect heavy your wasted time as you spend eternity at his side I see a servant for wickedness try to distract me one more dismissed I keep on walking through the night as I keep his spirit so well alive I wear your pride inside my skin as you race to the finish I just begin to be a soldier alone with the night nothing to warm me but his light in sight.
Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues (For Bob Dylan) Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears We shatter and scrape on demented knees Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze I know now what I need never have known Of hope that was trampled before it had flown Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray 'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.
Senses become ingulfed, the sound frequencies exit my lips, black magic pouring fourth, in a barrage of rage and torment, self anger, sublimation, projected then introspected, hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again, lacerating our aura, it bleeds ether and is refilled with bile, spat in face and broken in sob, sorrow leaking, a joy to be speaking, the darkness subdued by light, having survived another long cold night.
A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm, she came to me, thunderously raging with raw emotion, she came to me, drenched in the essence of truth, she came to me, she touched a chord deep inside, she strummed away all emptiness, she came to me, once... she comes to me, still... a gentle presence filling my life, she comes to me, still, a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.
WHAT IS HOME? ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME, PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS, DANCING ON THE WEEKEND, WALKING IN THE WIND, BLOWING BUBBLES. (Reflect) BUBBLES BLOWING WIND, THE "IN" WALKING WEEKEND, THE "ON" DANCING FRIENDS WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?
Swimming frantically in blistering sun I finally reach an island's sandy shore Fear faded; I realized life had just begun A tropical retreat with coconuts and more There was little chance to explore As the sun faded and a full moon rose "Déjà vu," I thought. "I have been here before." But only in dreams did such splendor expose I shed my clothes, lying in crystal sand Far from city lights, the Milky Way appeared Great peace I found in this star-brushed band I strolled the moonlit shore; 'mongst winding inlets I steered Palm trees shrugged gently in the southern breeze And I felt great joy in knowing I was here alone This moment in time I wanted to freeze No TVs, computers or even cell phones I'd never known the peace of solitude A castaway's life seemed perfect for me At times the key is in how things are viewed And somehow I knew the best was yet to be *For Gail Doyle's "A Tropical Theme Under the Moonlight" contest by Carolyn Devonshire
The sea of troubles Spewing frolic wrathings Islanders compose
I am living the dream. I stand here today, Cannot believe what I am about to say, But I am living the dream. At times, it's tough And it is not always easy. I might be condemned For choosing this path in life; Some may think it's too bag of a risk. When we give it our all, Our passion and our might, We can overcome and forget the fear To become who we are meant to be. I stand here today, Another tear ready to wipe away: You can do all you aspire to do! Set your mind and never give up! If I can do it, You can too! I can't believe I'm about to say this, But I am living my dreams. I am living the dream.
It is a peculiarity of Love's mossy light that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days would be overthrown by Love's destructive plight and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe in the belly of the whale its secrets brew. In the aftermath of glow the pilgrims kneel counting the bars of its serenading calm as fire, trapped by beauty, mistakes its zeal for something more than willing victims choose and fans condemn themselves to breeze. It's nothing, but its something, and tired hope endures, cradling every Cupid with a wish. The vapours thin exposing every dusty mote and pretend or not, all hearts will sometimes need the mercy of their first and final love, never dimmed. A visit, spectral angels cavaliering through the night bringing blessings not condemned to wane, flowers falling in love with their own petalled sight bearing fragrance not descriptive like a name, all that's true would only call itself "Increase". The spring is fine as nectar to the flower brings though all condensed and jealous of the Fall, epic time is taken so all Eternity can sing and clip the butterfly into shapes more lovely - what delicate work! When love begins it's sigh far from where it once stood burning, a lush constraint remains where freedom's glove is lost walking down its harbour, past the moveless thrush and the crow all dead from drought, the rain will cease and Love will change to tear, rolling back to moss. The painter wild, the poet crazed all beyond his grasp, what jealous combination, what charisma! That together in a different stage marriage would outlast the spikes and needles of despairing dim machinery driving metal into hearts of soft enigma. Seasons turn and all that makes us sober stays safely tucked inside Betrayal's chamber; Reason roots itself in the soil of Love's eternal fun. Its sharp and pearly fingers, shaded from all danger, can grant us mooned medallions to reflect the Sun. The devil goes, the angel stays around in secret ringed in haloed words of beauty's whispered tale. The two, not permitted by circumstantial thrall to enter communion's sweet redeeming place…. Love supports itself to fail, just to rise above it all. Copyright. 2009. JLM.
The mind which is still…. Experiences all frequencies; however never owns ill… The mind which is still… Desires absent from requires; needless plus abundant using will… The Mind which is still… Reasons through four seasons; emanating love, warming lower mind chills… The mind which is still… Discovers great power within its life flower; creating enthusiastic celebration thrills… The mind which is still… Flowing; releases and ceases attaching to imagined poisoned pills… The mind which is still… Knowing as well as showing; the present moment is truly free just like country hills…
A shade of purity, but with a hint of notoriety. Deceptive but innocently, Aquamarine, like you, I live up to be. Peace you may bear, but chaos I can bare. Clear blue eyes, virtuously hiding lies.
Pilgrimage Tired feet walk far; many moons on our journey, lifetime trip for all.
Fight for what you love, For what's right, For what you believe in. Just fight. Believe in what you want. Believe in who you are. Believe in prayer, And in wishes on stars. Pray about mistakes. Pray for what you need. Pray for those you love. Pray in faith, not in greed. Love those in your life. Love the little things. Love your tribulations, Because they help you get your dreams. Dream with faith behind them. Dream without inhibitions. Accomplished dreams are celebrations. Dream as high as the stars you wish on. Celebrate each moment. Celebrate each year, With joy and with laughter, Some emotion and some tears. Laugh without limitations. Laugh at those trying to hold you back. Laugh and learn to move on. Laugh like you don't know how to act. Learn to move on from your mistakes. Learn to persevere and be strong. Learn to listen and inspire. Learn to pick yourself up and keep on. Inspire yourself. Inspire those around you. Be inspired by the life you see. Put inspiration in everything you do. Live without any regrets. Live with a smile on your face. Live with pride in what you're doing, And not with other people's disgrace. Do what you believe in. Do what you feel is best. Do what you have to to become who you want to be. Do you and don't worry about the rest. Be someone you can respect. Be happy when you see your reflection. Be strong when no one else is. Be unafraid when the time comes for action.
I wont lose a moments sleep over the loss of you, I will not miss the broken promises shattered dreams and lies, You took my heart on a journey that left me homeless, Root-bound, empty, I was given over by the luster the sparkle in your eyes, But now I see you for what you really are….. My false self, my brokenness, my twisted world view, The whispered doubt in the ears of a child, No longer have you sway over me, I have been convinced of the truth seen in the eyes of forgivness, The door to the hidden places kicked down by fierce Love, I am free, I am free, I am free. Now you flee, now you flee, now you flee, Your not me, your not me, your not me, But the delusion's of a phantom life,
Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely. All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly. Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you. Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do! It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending. You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending. The light from above as you struggle below for air, is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare! And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end. Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out. Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt. But then the break forms a crack that leads the way back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!
Whatever you wish for, or would like to be… There's a God in heaven, who loves you and me! Whatever you desire or would like to obtain! You can find all that you need! In Jesus' name! Whatever you may desire to seek "fulfillment." Only Christ' love, can bring total enrichment! Whatever you may hear on the morning news. With God in control… You'll never lose! Whatever you're facing, and trials ahead… Jesus can sustain you! With his daily bread! Whatever choices you make… Please keep this in mind… Why not give your life to God?. While you have the time? Whatever tomorrow may hold. Nobody knows! But God does! And he has it under control! Whatever dreams you have… And ambitions within… God wants to give you his best! Why not come to him??? By Jim Pemberton
I'm sick and tired of apologizing for who I am whether or not I offended someone, I don't want to be hated. it seems as almost as if to be hated is like being banished to Antartica where the cold cuts through your bones, such a painful winter What have I become like a beaten down dog I put my head down, slither away from confrontation I used to be fun... I used to have spunk. Compliments have become insincere and wrong because the way the mirror's light bends across my waist, has become something I hate my self doubts blinded my eyes from what's staring me right in my face This is who I am, I'll grab my shadow from my past before the day when it's entirely gone I'm going to yank myself up like a marionnette Hold my head high, and defend my honour from those who try to disgrace it splash cold water across my face to wash away my cynical beliefs stare into the looking glass and be proud of me
I clip on a leash so I can try to hold her back. My old friend will prance all the way down the block and back. She's frightened of noise from the garbage truck. And early morning before the heat is always a must. We walk the sidewalks to keep her nails trimmed nice. And we know everywhere to find a friend like us. Lord knows, I try to stop and talk, so I can catch my breath. We will cross the street to avoid mean and barking dogs. We know all the obstacles that might get in our way. And we go a different route for each weekly day. Together we know we appear to be a walking machine, but We smell the roses and notice flowers from all the houses we pass. But it's nice to see the yards as they go slowly past We have plenty of work waiting for us at home when we get back. But for a moment each day we chose it, to ignore. My old lab and I need to get out while the weather is good In the end we're just two oldsters…trying to get out of the house. A smile comes on our faces we go down the block.
Weeping Willow tree, wave gently over me, hide me from the breeze. I wish to serve cake, peppermint tea, Delighted you munch so happily no other place, I would rather be.. then sheltered in wispy custody.
POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE *POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!) WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND: WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED, BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING HANDED STRANGER IN STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP (*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED; AS ONE...COME JOIN US... THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL SOUP (*FAM..*) WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART CARMA 06-19-12 INSPIRED BY: BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl; PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND; MARLON (THE SCRIBE)... THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!
Within my life much, if not most of my time been spent and as time makes no delay I make haste for where my joy went. I look back, so not forgotten all the things that shaped me so, try to make most of the present but the future its fruits to show. I guess I could complain but then who's ascribed the blame? surely I had to decide where to go from where I came. I've not always done whats best but refute any regret, looking forward to what may cross my path and still be met. Many questions still to be, many answer's still unsought but in all uncertainty, only hope my eye has caught. Since I am not the worst off nor even close to best, I am not closest to failing and much further can I press. seeking way to better me and to live my life in truth I now put my trust in God who has known me b'fore youth.
FEATHER LIGHT a white feather floated in the air as the subtle breeze lifted it high single plumage of a gracious dove perchance…. an angels wing had left a beloved emblem feathered precious treasure of divine light
For every tear that falls For every heart that breaks For every melody that's sung For every instrument played For every sad thought For every moment lost For every forgotten anniversary For every I'm sorry For every mistake For every love that's lost There is always tomorrow To make up for yesterday
Barely conscious, you rise Examine surroundings, take it in. Elaborate colors, high emotions Come to me, follow my voice. Take it in Rise again Satisfy your hunger Appreciation must be had Progression can't be bad... Take it all in Secrete your thoughts be not afraid to express. Reside your doubts, improve your faults. Progression will be had Simplicity Divinity What does this mean to you? Realization. Exploration. Take it in, all in. Positivity is essential Negativity will prevent you So rise, Rise, Rise again. Take it all in.
calm under calm sky through water moon over moon
Tranquil and serene Nature is God's handy work A poets' kingdom.
At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.
' Humble-Pie … ' 21st Senryu Bluebird asks, the Dove 'Who Bakes It and Where, Because … Humble-Pie Is Good (A Good-Reminder for Me … The MoonBee – Smile) May God Bless Everybody
When I found the perfect pebble after looking all day long I turned it over in my hands with reverence like a psalm Rolling roughly down the river it had changed it's power surge no longer forcing fate along it learned instead to merge. I had in mind a painted weight to hold my poems down, covered all in daisies or flying fish or clowns, But time stood still upon my face a oneness filled the air I knew it must not leave this place and so I left it there.
I look in the mirror and see the years gone I can look beyond the glass out the window To the yards of my childhood I can smell the flowers and feel the grass 'neath my feet. I can hear the music blasting on the radio Mama callin' me for supper. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. The town is small and so are the events You're everyone's business You can get a break and can't get away You don't even have a say You go to and from and people protest And those same people will still put you to the test I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I made it to the big town K.C, Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live Settled in and made a life, got a career I swear I'll never return to my best friend Comfortable where I stand, Happy where I am I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. Well times are hard, And people are ruthless in this cut throat time Jobs are scarce and bills run high You never know what you'll hear at night The people are small in this big town Yeah people are small in this big town I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I guess the town is small Just good ol' boys and girls havin' fun Small place, small town, small world People may talk and people may watch But the biggest thing in that small town Are the people after all. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. -Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009
I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.
If I could change the world With just a simple wave I'd start with mental poverty Free all those enslaved I'd rid the world of malice Put an end to human greed I'd lay to rest intrinsic evil Peace this world would see I'd revive the tortured souls And mend the broken spirits Replace spite with kindness Transform all the bigots There'd be no such thing As murder or victimization There'd be global unity One indivisable nation ~Camille Rose Castillo 2011
Over hills I walk, All tongues I talk. Rivers I crossed, Pennies I tossed. and Life goes on. With women I slept, Streams of tears I wept. Silken robes I wore, Innocent hearts I tore. and Life goes on. Every corner I went, Till my back was bent. With every sun I watched, A stick my hand clutched. and Life goes on
I am thrown into the open air with faith that I will be caught I eat the delicious food served with faith that poison exists not I live in this small world with faith that I am secure I learn many things with faith that I will remain pure I board an airplane, to venture someplace with faith on the pilot, that I shall reach I sit in the class, full attention with faith that wisdom, the teacher shall teach I ride the boat of truth, in the river of life with faith that He shall row I hold a tight grip on God's hand with faith that he will never let go.
Impure bodies drenched in artificial sadness, the clock's ticking coincides with each heartbeat. Lies, deceit, carelessness. When will the world realize that compassion heals war's wounds? Compassion, not solely to fellow man, but to all living creatures. Peace imprints its path on the weather-worn landscape. All we must do, is learn to follow it.
Wandering traveller of the night Occult creature, your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind as visions of obscured beauty pass before me, in the shadow of your smile hypnotic, illuminating to pluck the thoughts out of the void like petals from divine lotus streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes in crescent moon lullaby melodic rhythm of throbbing life, spinning illusion illuminated in violet luster revealing truth hidden in images of splendor every hue brilliantly diffused in the immensity of an unshattered silence fragmented bliss, I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace and so I ask you, if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark? falling tears die delicately as you told me that today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow innocence, captured peacefully formed with golden bough. Strange, twilight child, lost in your mercurial pleasure set free my naked soul shivering, into darkened night ascending on stairways of delirium to the orphaned city of stars
Colors In Life Color in life mingle in mind Forming patterns of thought around As though being revealed to my soul In couplets of intoxicated verses The mysteries began to shatter The believes began to shatter For it had the vigor to shatter the world The seamless patters muse me the whole night While my eyes were drowned in dreams The book resurrected itself to light While the seekers stir awry in rustic realms The knowledge was bestowed to mankind While the man was busy to mangle it Couplets flow in the vine cup again Intoxicating the atmosphere around Some definite Some obscure Some meaningful Some insane The colors dissolved in each other Sacrificing in the evolution of time For they have the keys to knowledge To raise mankind to pinnacle of love Or Crumble his existence to dust.
I've got my shades on now...I'm going This desert horizon has convinced me to...to leave it all behind I'll stare at the sun for this brief moment...my final moment as the person you've known me to be No,you won't see me again...this ain't my scene man...i've gotta meet Gods and Reasons, Questions with Answers I will cloak my past and present under all black attire,maybe shake the moon Wherever I'm going...I'm going Just Isn't my scene anymore Temple children ear to words of peaceful teachers sit in monk-like patience turning their heads as I the lost noble slowly drift through Eden They can all see through my soul,see through my being...I'm home there Wherever I'm going...I'm going Just Isn't my scene anymore -Kalonji
If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, Then men would not intend to be like lions, vanquishing another's pride, If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, Then men, would be the Emperor penguin, braving the winter's cold, to stand by his hatchlings side, If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, Then sin, would vanish in the wind, crushed by eagles talons as they fly, If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, Then men would be heaven sent and the violence would subside.
Within your love temple, our pure passion is known… Within your love temple our, seeds of desire are grown… Within your love temple, wisdom of silent stillness is shown… Within your love temple, I can taste your presence… Within your love temple, oneness is our energy essence… Within your love temple, gained knowledge of thoughts creative relevance… Within your love temple, empowerment comes from the implicate truth… Within your love temple, healing hurting perspective, systematically savagely soured during youth… Within your love temple humanity releases suppressed rage… Within your love temple, rebirthing freeing from instilled fears cage… Within your love temple we turn the new chapter's page… Embracing one another in love, manifesting the golden age…
Hysterical laughter in eternity still crying out at the hypocrisy of life lived under the thumbs of the oppressing ones. Freedom they said they would give us If we asked the king to forgive us. and if we agree to pay tribute they would stop the rape and loot we didn't even know which ones were in control at any point in time the fully sublime shiftings of power by the day and the hour locked in the ivory tower and away from the peasant earth digger they had much bigger things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life. And all the strife they laid upon us all was part of the fall from dignity. It's a pity. Then came the mines and the factories warriors needed to keep the keys to the city gates in the right hands none of us really understands the workings of the minds that need so badly to succeed that life has no meaning or worth. Even less for planet earth. And she's dying and no one is trying to revive her. Now they want to survive her and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison third world vision is incomplete no one can compete in world markets controlled by the elite we are the billion feet of the crawling beast. and at least we could know why we chose it. Just suppose it could change. Seems strange. But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear and we all held dear what was important, sacred, the sane would we stop acid rain? What if our lawns became gardens all could we reverse Edens fall? What if our children could eat and play from natures sweet bounty every day? Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray? and left no more poison where children play? What if we made our own industries in each of our communities? What if we made windmills and power the sun we may have just begun a revolution that holds a solution for our planets peace. I release my rage at the beastly machine that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream and paint a new picture in the sky. Of streets and towns and city planning true ways and solutions that work for me and you and the earth's evolution could take another turn where we do not burn in the hell of nuclear wastelands It will take many hands to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon Get on board, this train is moving. get on with it. We all fit in the grand plan, the saving grace of man.
Without humanity we am just a hopeless entity it seems a ubiquity, yet possessed by minority. It is my cognition or just my superstition, humanity- the nutrition for our perfect vision of human existence. Of major importance is keeping harmony and balance in life among humans, happiness: the substance; Humanity: the integrity of heart and mentality, thought and ability, spirit and physicality in every live entity, Humanity as a conception of no deception: truth above all- lie is the infection, follow the right direction: the one leads to perfection, sincerity- the only protection, wisdom and joy- the destination. One of world's creation- the human nation: be in good relation with Mother Nature's minion fulfill thy obligation, be human as a whole and in separation. Use imagination to catch the abstraction, it is humanity that shall guide thy action.
Leaves fall down - To the barren ground Winter sails inward Wind blows fierce Alone on a hillside - Majestic, at peace Stands the tree in all beauty Without any leaves No thought, plans, or worries - No stress or woe No shame, darkness, or pity "To be" is all it knows The lessons to be learned - Every day, every hour From nature's calm acceptance To relinquish hope for power We are one with the universe - No beginning and no end We are all here in this together Flora, fauna, Father, friend Written by Leah Chesser 11/27/2012
Wrapped within the morning I lie alone Far away As most days I often do All but the minds eye Is undercover closed Clinging to empty linen And then, unconscious folds Form to dreams of meditation And then I feel you Lying so very close The day continues collapsing in As every second to minute goes And so I bury myself further, deeper Thinking less and less, just being, sensing Into deja vu Struck by an unawareness Of the naissances soon Or what conscience shall remember Beneath old famaliar comforter Can it be, the warmth of mother's womb
dismissively lined as "dented and painted" protesting violence and raping of women those self-appointed, oh holy and sainted can we turn another cheek and forgive them? to relate to another with an iron-bar to relate to another with utter disdain to relate to another without human care is this the civility we wish to attain? you who are better, more worthy than other you who are truer, in eyes of your god you with blood bluer than natural mother might discern that it's you, who is flawed sticks, or bars, or clenched fists attest that you're no better than the rest with casting of glances from eyes that detest superimposed superiority is but a myth want and ignorance are alive and strong in all nations, so in all the world today actually, it's been that way - all along if we wish to civilize we must go all the way and speak for every individual that spins on this ball of rock that we call our home to evolve higher form we must be, in the end and remember, what is reaped, is what is sown © Goode Guy 2012-12-29 http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/28/168224273/victim-of-brutal-rape-in-india-dies-in-singapore-hospital?ft=1&f=1001 http://www.npr.org/2012/12/28/168185857/india-gang-rape-update http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/22/167879878/unprecedented-public-rage-over-gang-rape-in-india
The Old House and the New Home ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I've lived in houses in the country side There with my family I did abide By the dust and gravel of a country road Much pride was taken in our humble abode I've lived in houses perched on a hill Many of which are not standing still They provided shelter in their time Provoked memories that make life rhyme I've lived in a house on a city street Where the neighbors came out at night to meet I've lived in houses made of wood and stone On avenues where children could safely roam I've lived in houses of mortar and brick Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick I've enjoyed houses far better than most Where friends would come and I could serve as host But my current house seems like a foreign land Where everyone wants to lend me a hand Living in this place is not my desire Of this arrangement I easily tire The time has come for me to leave To this old house I will not cleave I no longer want a cottage here below To a fine home in heaven soon I will go. I long not for a mansion or streets of gold But just a place where I will never grow old A place where pain and sadness are never more Where happiness is found on every shore I am eager, yes ready, to move out To possess my new home with a shout! The promised home Jesus went to prepare Death please come quickly, I want to be there.
The winter leaves stick to the ground, Frozen in obscurity, beneath the ice. As birds begin to sing their songs I take a sip of coffee. Covering the solid earth, ice, As new as the lasting snowstorm Of every winter, appears fresh As grass blades and thorns in summer.
19th February 2012. I live not by chance but by my choice, I live my way and rejoice. I live not by making excuses but by changes, For this I need mind processes never to compromise but always rearrange. I live to be useful and not to be used, Or be abused, accused, overused or underused. I live for my life to be motivated and not manipulated, Driving life myself to be stirred and enthused. I live to excel and not to compete, And live my life without conceit. I live only to listen to my inner voice& live my life by my choice , Only on my terms and my choice.
' Generous Words … ' 18th Senryu Love … is A Give-Word God … is A Generous Word Forgive … Says It All
So passively life still goes on As though the night was never dawn Still when I sleep and as I cry The tears could never know the night Incessant babble, endless silence Drives the dawn into its end Endless ends, life's fraying cord Tenses but to quickly rend All of emotion is lost in the waves All of my feeling surrenders its fray To be alone, to be alone To lose my tears within the page To be alone, to be alone To feel the moments lose their age Rapture, bliss, eternity The end of all existence To be alone, to see clearly Eyes blurred with tears of distance
Solitary man. I'll walk the line and do the things I must But I'll be me and I never will be trussed By the bonds of all that fools banality That keeps a man held down in misery. Expectations gone I'd be a friend Someone to trust and share until the end But don't you ever turn me into you Cause I am me in everything I do. I'll walk alone and do the things I do And to myself I'll try hard to be true I'll dance my dance the way I only can And I'll live my life the solitary man. Yes you may laugh and think me but a fool As you succumb to all those boring rules But I'll be me my mind uncluttered, free As a man alone I'll meet my destiny.
One spark and down we fall Into the memory of dark despair One word, and there is all The helplessness of all we dare Can I lie To shield myself from pain Can I try To drown memory's stain In tears, in lies, in grief In all the sameness of the human cry? Oh, how am I to purge my mind Back to the bliss of neverness? How am I to tell a lie Until I can't remember this? Can I even try to deny myself experience? Rain beats down against the window-pane As my soul cries tears at memory's sweet stain Existence is all that I know Oh who am I to stem the flow Of grief, the inner tide that yet defies the lie of innocence But what is bliss? 'Tis innocence To never know Oh never let me know myself for what I am All Truth revealed could never dam The tide of yearning, not for who I am, but who I was before I knew what it could be to know Would that my soul could flow back into what it was!
The human being… Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…? Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners… Begotten is this son; created in the image, the human being the Holy Grail… Inquisitions; manipulations cloaking divine knowing with a consuming veil… My soul sings the truth of your wisdom… Joyous the song of the kingdom… I breathe you in from the breeze; touching your essence communing with trees… I have been alive here before… Sailing the seas while walking the shores… Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor… Advance intuition understanding the power of cognition… Focused attention paired with reasoning, will and concentration… Abilities from the divine; creating the human magician… Thwarted from dogmatic idiocies… Perception of proper perspective; Cloned are individual and collective frequencies… Reality manifesting from our visuals and emotion feelings… Hence the need for spirit based emotional healing… My soul sings from trusting your wisdom… Joyous the song of the kingdom… We have been lied to about god, now is my own divine conceiving… I breathe you in from gratitude, giving and receiving… I have been alive here before; making green tea, cleansing soiled floors… Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor… I am that I am… Spirit, light and matter… Free to be me; using my inner eye to see… Living from passion love and enthusiasm… Remaining unattached to the created human cataclysm… My soul sings from knowing your wisdom… Joyous the song of the kingdom… Individualized drops of the divine ocean I breathe you in from making sacred loves unconditional devotion… I have been alive here before; walking on water, pray believing… Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…
Emotions turmoil and bubble outa control Timeless minutes devour me whole Caged inside longing to be free In fear of what becomes me Poster child for being alone Nights wondering who I can phone Spitting image of self denial Staring at the numbers I wish to dial Haunted house cowering inside Mirrors reflection filled with lies Hands choking the sites I see Demons chattering laughing with glee Voices protrude and vibrate my inner drum Darkness grows like I have a green thumb Flying carpets take me away Please let me sleep and end this long day
The Pre-Civil Rights days are making a comeback, where "other" ethnicities are under attack, Asian, Indians, Jews, Hispanics and Blacks, The daggers are being thrown at backs, Minorities have come a long way from the days of degradation and ostracism, Why would anyone want to revisit that era again? Keeping minorities at bay won't restore the economy, neither will violence, hate crimes and hostility, We are all equals in the eyes of God, having earthly experiences that are good and bad, We travel the same stormy seas, Racial Harrassment only brings contempt and dis-ease, In unity peace will be found and maybe resolutions that will astound.
In the time it takes scrawl these lines… Many new poems will be written Many lovers will be smitten Many a heart will be broken Many a first word will be spoken In the time it takes to compose this poem… Many tragedies will occur on earth Many bawling babies will be birthed Many creatures will become extinct Many a human will be linked In the time it takes to write some muse… Many a celebrations will take place Many stars will collide in space Many discoveries will come to light Many a soldier will stand and fight In the time it takes to form some prose… Many a loss will be deeply felt Many a hardship will be sorely dealt Many a soul will be sweetly charmed Many a victim will be grievously harmed In the time it takes to scribe this rhyme… Many innocents will be raped or abused Many psyches will be battered and bruised Many minds will become afflicted Many youths will become addicted In the time it takes to write some verse… Many a life will have reached the end Many a person will have lost a friend Many hopes and dreams will be destroyed Many troops will have been deployed In the time it takes to read these words… Many lives will be saved or healed Many truths or lies will be revealed Many starving children will surely die And so many people won't hear them cry
Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary Pink bubble-gum lip gloss is my signature smack and my best plan of attack. Italian pumps of the best design prop up my gams, making them look as if I ran lots of laps that day. Nights of tango and salsa lessons give me the smoothest moves and have the fellows asking me for more time on the dance floor. Kudos the same fellows give me, for being so mellow and easy to get along with when we're out on a date. Full of fun and laughter is what my friends and family all say about me, they say that's my best trait. Learning how to lay back and enjoy the ride of life on the lazy river is a great thing to enjoy each summer and all throughout life, too much passes me by if I don't take time to enjoy my life. Opening my heart and my mind to people who are near and dear to me; learning to always be present with those who are so special to me. Showing those I love, how special they are by expressing to them how much I love them and how essential they are to my life and how much joy they bring to my life. Spontaneously choosing the best moments to express my sexuality with my soul mate seductively with a simple wink of the eye or the bat of an eyelash is imperative to keeping our passion ever flowing. This poem was inspired by Shirley Harrison's Poem Candy Floss,
Inner peace and harmony Inner peace tonight Still, the solace of my mind Still, the love that I can't find Lost, the madness of my life To inner peace and light Still, the stirring of emotion Still, the tumult of the ocean Bliss, the perfect harmony That life now seems to me Still, the tears upon my eye Still, the joy that makes me cry Gone, the unsurmounted bars Lost forever in the stars Still, the solace of my soul Still, the loss that makes me whole Blank, the tumult of my mind Gone, the sadness of my life All is still. All is still Lights are in the distance I am still, on this hill Nothing stirs resistance All alone. All alone I'm all alone this time Still, the cadence of my joy Still, the hurt that can't destroy Still, the frost upon my breath God, can this be death? All alone. All alone I'm all alone this time
He is pessimist's prime, Developing and enveloping our entire minds. We shatter ourselves just to see him succeed, But realize with him, we have nothing we need. So it's time to break the spell he cast, And pray to God his work won't last. I thank God for He is always here Because without Him and with fear, No cup and no cheer, For our end would draw near.
. Your Brush is it or my pen Painting a picture in words Searching your smile in faces Hidden in the crowd of people Like diamond in coal mine Like the gem among rocks Only to be found by hearts That seeks the inner beauty That holds in your persona Some grace, some charms Enlighten worlds with smiles That gives hearts some joy That is rarely feel in others Silently observing you in you Silently adoring you in you Its not that i like many yours Just that i have few like you Something to share that trust Few words, few thoughts In magic of your artistic hands Or in my spell bonding poetry Your Brush is it or my pen
listen to the sound of the rushing world, wonder what you'd hear if we all slowed down a minute of an hour a second in a day Instead if speeding our lives away What happens if we listen to a voice that is unheard Would that make us different or just a bit absurd Words are the music and in what we say Do we still wish our lives away Tomorrow would you slow down just for a second chance To love someone you left behind to give them one last glance And if you saw a gravestone of someone you held dear Would you stop just for a second and shed a single tear In the sounds of all the speed Will we lose the truth that we all need In a silence we all stare attending what was really there In the hopeless hope is found Making loud yet subtle sounds In the future let me know What would you do in bleeding snow Stop and help the one you loved Or flee the scene as an injured dove In the furry of the fight with what is left will it be flight Tomorrow would you stop and stare if blood washed down Painted walls and streets around And if you new the causer of would you wash your hands with the blood Or would you run to a place of gold a secret place you still behold A place where children frolic and play A place where speed is left where it lay A place of new adventure here A place where newcomers all draw near Listen to the sound of the rushing world Would you listen or just be absurd In what you hear does music play Think of what it would be today In a place where speed was left to lay No more rushing through our life In peace we call it calm without strife Tomorrow may be different or just another dream But this is the part where we place all the seams And in a subtle laughter we may all feel absurd But in the distant future this will be a different world.
Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus! It seems like many are influenced by the polls of the day. So many are curious as to what others say. Things that seemed of value, not too many years ago. Have changed the very heart Of this country's soul. Respect for each other and God has often changed. As the "moral fabric" of this nation is being "rearranged." A desire to serve God, many feel doesn't belong. Many can't tell the difference between right and wrong. In spite of what many have tried to achieve. They often don't really know what they believe. Too often, Godly morals are turned "upside down." Encouraging a tide of evil, that can easily be found. There's a lot of heartache happening all over this land. As many are confused and really don't understand! Our only hope and true solution is God alone! We need to invite him in to our hearts and home! He is what's needed in the uncertainly ahead. He is our living water and our daily bread! His principles of truth need to be our way of living! His life for our sin and failures, is what he's giving! Please come Lord Jesus! And accept this invitation! Only you can heal and restore our great nation! By Jim Pemberton
Although the day is snowy and cold Although the day is windy and bold Although the streets are icy I'm told I hear not a thing As I only hear peace ring Peace whispers saying barley a thing As I silently smile to it's warm tones as it sings The day seems as night for it is so dark outside Uninviting so cruel and not willing to hide Never ending darkness it seems is all this day brings Clear visions approach bringing the light As I hear peace ring Forgiveness to this day As I hear the bells say Ringing for peace and a brighter day.
The Pre-Civil Rights days are making a comeback, where "other" ethnicities are under attack, Asian, Indians, Jews, Hispanics and Blacks, The daggers are being thrown at backs, Minorities have come a long way from the days of degradation and ostracism, Why would anyone want to revist that era again? Keeping minorities at bay won't restore the economy, neither will violence, hate crimes and hostility, We are all equals in the eyes of God, having earthly experiences that are good and bad, We travel the same stormy seas, Racial Harrassment only brings contempt and dis-ease, In unity peace will be found and maybe resolutions that will astound.
Memories of illogical unreality saunter past my mind, Planning expectations of a future with no feelings, Deja vu days multiply with an intensity so unkind, Happiness is eroded by endless waves of lapping sadness, I fall weightlessly to the bottom of life's end, Regrets dashed upon ragged rock thoughts that scream to confess, My childhood laughter flows tears of wishful pretend, As I wait helplessly at the back door of destiny, Sharing Earth with billions I will never meet, A poet joining lonely words into meanings of complexity, I wander through imagination hoping to land on my feet. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn
We walked to a place far away. A new galaxy of passion and spirituality. He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth. He made the moon our mirror of life. He gave me everything I never dreamed. It was larger than imagination. No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions. Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love. Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed. Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece. Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas. I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm. He made me feel superhuman. I too revisited his soul the same. We deceived pain. We sustained. We made what is so complex, plain. And the heavens will still ordain. See we can never stop the rain. But we can reach the clouds. Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground. But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light. To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight. We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty? But he made it all possible in our own galaxy. See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations. Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication. He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit. How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it. Cause its been said "Ye are all gods." And in our galaxy, we reign supreme. Against all odds!
i want to drink from your river cool me when its humid arent we only human? following the current i look for the familiar when a crowd gathers make friends from strangers grounded with whats common patience slows the tempo who wants to rush to no where sit back and feel the moment it lasts to seal a silence greater than our ocean earth is just an island explanations be forgotten deeper in holy science meager and oh so private pain and the like is each their own perspective doesn't true the righteous sharing cups of water cause hungry minds get thirsty remember theres no hurry these are priced from purchase
We fight for the right to exist in masses, meanwhile the true revolution passes. Exactly what is the cause you support? The same community you abort? Just like a saint that preaches heaven, but raises hell. A hypocritical supply that meets its demands as well. Pledging allegiance to a rainbow flag that you won't even help stand. Its a shame. But no one will say that they are the ones to blame. They rather look down upon, frown upon. Rather act as if they are above when it's ground level we all stand upon. Have the nerve to denounce flamboyance, but we all are demanding equality. Disgraceful barrels of arrogant oil is what overflows in the seas of our poor qualities. You say you want to be able to marry, but you won't even tell someone you have an STD. Yet you want the lawmakers to believe, that we can conduct ourselves as civil human beings. I often find myself breaking down to my knees to pray, then left without words to say. Left in a disarray. For we all need to be saved. We say politicians are our enemies, but we should start examining within. Start with yourself, with your surroundings, realize the definition of real friends. In our community that word makes my soul cringe. And that should not be. So how do we expect to have the world acknowledge our harmony? When there is none really there to see. Before we can get others involved, we have to invoke the power to reconstruct our OWN unity.
Love and trust the battle within, One of armor and one of cloth, Both equal in strength and at a great loss. Cornered by time to live again, A moment to go back to where you have been! The principles of pleasure intrude on a pleasant dream. Love and trust the battle within shouts its damning scream! One of armor, one of cloth and both are determined to rise again. Conflict and pressure begin to adhere to this occasion. One second to catch your thoughts of stop, go, or yield? Beset by these restless conflicts your need to release introduces itself. Provoked to endure a graceful truce the weak one falls to submission. Love and trust the battle within proclaims the very same guild. One of armor, one of cloth, and both equal with great strength in this world that we build
Hypnotized by water diamonds brilliantly shining on the lake and by the melodic sound of song birds, I am in a peaceful state. In this moment I know no anxieties, worries or pain. From this realm of utter chaos oblivion breaks the chain. I close my eyes and bask in this mode of sanctuary stillness, while the symphony of nature's true joys take away my sorrows and leave me with spiritual wellness. Camille Rose Castillo 2011
I would ask you to help me up....but it's no use Lament for lost promise Lament for present self Lament for those who try to help These mirrors only tear me apart Cut into my skin,pour poison into my heart The pacts have been broken The angst has transformed Apathy is steady...I've slipped way too far The gray is everywhere-as bland as it was before Home has been lost in heart...I am seeker for the storm Clear past expectation,potential is a word May, the days be kinder to you all.... May you soar
Born in the middle of the sexual revolution, the campaign for peace and the youths' exploration of psychedilc drugs, The world was chaotic, but it was still about love, During the "woodstock" era people embraced who they were, divesting themselves of social paradigms, They sought to be better individuals with each daring climb, The music, and psychosis of the hippy culture, expressed the core of America, shining truth on all that went awry while many slumbered others heeded their patriotic cries for a better United States.
Eggs whites strew across the evening sky, anticipating rain Brown fluff interspersed with white, folding across the horizon Hints of orange ribbon bleeding through the gaps of blue Grey smudged along the edges, like a painter's afterthought Cool breeze caressing my hair like a lover Finger combing it off my shoulder to expose my neck Leprechauns leap beneath leaves dancing across my path Faerie torches speckling darkness like dots before my eyes I walk in solitude drinking in the smells of autumn Fall approaches me like a forgotten friend First hints of raindrops kiss my eyelids I raise my face gladly welcoming her bequest Summer is put to bed; contained deep within earth's bosom Nestled inside the heartbeat of yesterdays blessings Tomorrow is soon enough to wear my mittens Today I want to dance freely to the melody of change
We can be strong; Time to stand tall. With God, we have it all 'Cause there's no room to fall.
The eye in the sky Is clouded with cataracts But I see just fine.
and everyday tells me that everyday is trying to break through every day that's about to be tomorrow has its sorrow caught up in the crowds people were meant to meet greet each other with each others' day only takes two to stop and see it that way only takes a few minutes to make sense of hours only a few days to weekly month up a year the sun shows up and down gives us all another round to finally say what we heart all the energy spent wasted only if the lips don't part
Glistening mantras of light ......shining Falling ........on blankets of fresh snow Becoming a frozen tundra of .......miraculous gems Nature's plethora of snowflakes sparkle .....Refracting light ........forming a shield How generous is our maker .......meticulously thorough Nebulous heaven appears .......knowingly unseen Releasing light from shining sun ......and moon Earth forever full of lights and truth glistening
A beautiful princess all dressed in white Stands alone in the still of night A vision of light in a palace of glass If she takes a step it all may crash Down, down so she may never get out From underneath the horrific drought Her precious soul she tries to save But what her eyes see is so very grave Don't move, don't breathe, it's all at stake Wait, this palace is not real, but fake It's an illusion of a life her heart dreamed of That was never blessed from the One above So how could this be a palace of truth No, just a dream born of youth So she stands very still This place so cold she feels the chill In the core of her soul She longs for someone to hold The picture looks so perfect so pure But look closer, look at the core Full of lies and dark deceit How will she survive the defeat It's falling, falling all around She can't bear the twisted sound Of the crashing walls as they tumble down Her pretty smile has turned to frown She rushes out of the dreadful place Her hands over her weeping face How foolish she was in her palace of glass She falls to her knees and prays this will pass Then a tiny voice inside her soul says "stand tall Don't look back, step away from it all" She obeys the voice and walks towards the light Her heart knowing she has won the fight Tears stream down her face She thanks God for His saving grace Her glass slipper shatters but she does not bleed Cover me Lord, this she pleads He brings her to a place of peace From her palace she is finally released She stands now with her broken crown But she is not sad, she does not frown She glances over her shoulder at the shattered glass And realizes this too will pass She feels the warmth of His brilliant light And she now knows what is right She thanks the Lord for all His love As she looks up she sees a white dove She says goodbye to the emptiness Finally her soul can rest
Blood spilled upon the British skies Her eyes drained my soul Asserted love in bad places has forever taken over I leave the stoned windowed motel without anymore wishes I pray for nothing now I couldn't tell if it was morning birth or noon exposed I jump the scene and the cold moments looking to hang onto sharpened blue clouds You've burned me woman You've pressed the flame upon my skin-analyzed my thoughts and sin,preached to all the broken men,men like me who move with wind But we're gone aren't we baby? Her eyes drained my soul Blood spilled upon the British skies I died on your Monday evening
I find my place of spiritual peace Again, just when I feel I never will. There is a sense of freedom and release. I can't know all the answers, but am still In touch with The Divine, and that is real. We're all connected. Life is precious, and Life doesn't end with death. Sometimes we feel A presence, and we come to understand That nobody who's ever been has gone. The spirits of those who we've loved remain. They will protect us – help us to go on. There is almost a beauty in the pain. Although sometimes I find it hard to trust, Truth's constant. Feel the patterns in the rust.
Dream deferred Tears unheard Unseen Silently Forever looking at stars Dreaming of ours Futures unknown Forever one step ahead To our ten steps slow Promises to never look back To let the past be just that Supressing memories Even those of a happy me Happier than the one in the mirror some days Sick of your ways And your empty words Of futures unknown Forever one step ahead To our ten steps slow Promising to never look back To let the past be just that And I'm thinking of leaving you there To satisfy the stranger in the mirror To satisfy me And my future unknown Forever one step ahead To my ten steps slow I promise to never look back To never repeat the bad But to smile instead At where I've been And to stare at the clouds To wish on stars Letting go of ours And focusing on mine Dreams defined My future still unknown Only one step ahead To my two steps slow I'm catching up, not looking back Keeping the past as just that Learning to smile at possibilities And me.
Little girl goes down to the water. Little girl climbs up the hill. Little girl wanders in the woods. Little girl collects little things. Creatures and curiosities. Puts them in her pockets. Skipping and running and playing at hunting. Now and then she stops, and rests. Her every heartbeat, her every breath, conspires with the fragrant moist air, the rocks and the trees, to forget her home. There she waits before the sunset. She waits as long as she can. Oh, how precious is this place. Her refuge. To the sea and the hills. . . Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Wander through the forest Sing out in the rain Feel the beautiful breeze of wind And never feel the pain Love the newborn morning Caress the gentle night Know the world in which you live And you'll see that it's all right.
I will rise from the bodies you threw down you wasted, gunning down old men's dreams and women's smiles. I will shake the leathery hand of rejection, and scream blue success, until you take your last breath and sink below. I will earn my drum and beat it tirelessly. I will rise I will shine I will concur.
The Seeds of Acceptable Hate Between the folds of faith and belief, tucked neatly in cushioned corners, lie the seeds of acceptable hate. Through quaint pleasant rituals, and joyously hummed words, dumbed down thoughts and dazed faces exude, righteous sweetness. Belief wrapped in glistening foil, faith painted in gaudy colours, concealing the murmurs of hate, of embraced intolerance, and welcomed bigotry. The seeds of acceptable hate flourish in damp fungal minds, as indifference flowers into the silence of frozen apathy, with blooming petals of finely measured howls of rage. All the while the ever smiling faces beam with deep pride, drenched in all the pious tears they've cried. And so it is that the viral seeds of acceptable hate thrive among the genteel folk that quietly gaze, in silence at the slow creeping of the horror. As more seeds of hate are sown with manic zeal, and in the shrieking of this cowardly silence, the seeds of acceptable hate, continue to thrive, and to germinate.
What will be Will be! I know of this, first hand Your life was taken away So abruptly! I will Never forget That day! Till the day My body dies And I am with you, again! "How was I to prepare myself?" With That kind of Life changing, event! You Didn't warn me You Were permanently leaving! I hope You know How much "I love you" Know You will never be forgotten! I don't know What Has got into me! Consciously I feel you Inside me I see images Of your face So clearly! Am I crazy To believe in this, my love? "Are you still with me?" "Is my imagination Playing cruel tricks Running rampant As I talk with you As if You were by my side, right now In my heart and mind Your face etched Imprinted Like a blue print That never fades Your foot prints Still remain, beside me My heart beats Eternally Trying to make sense of everything! Forgive me, my love For being so strong in my feeling For it has been a long time Since I lost you, my friend Something I haven't Quite Got over! My heart Having A mind of its own Aching To be with you, still! To see you To smell you To touch you To taste you One Last time! I want to say "Goodbye" Once and for all! As We have Brought out The best and worst In each other Rivers run deep When it comes to you and me! We have had our fair share of fights and arguments Stubborn disagreements All of them Meaningless Now You cease to exist! I miss your lingering touches Your hand, stroking my face Your big, blue eyes Looking into mine Your warm lips Your rough, unshaven face The way you Passionately Kiss me While We make love, till dawn I miss All those nights You kept me Safe and warm! I miss Your Loving embrace I miss Your Reassurance! "Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?" Just As I felt In your arms, my love? How Do I let you go? How Do I set myself, free? I am ready To love, again! With 'Our eternal love' Supporting And Guiding me Especially In times, like these!
Thoughtless rantings of yesterday's sin That's where my consciousness lives I savor the ever growing conflict within Knowing all too well another day's lost I sing the songs that darken the heart and I dance at the foot of the mountains The music I hear will tear us apart Yes in so many ways it's my longing They whisper the words right in my ears and I smile in a bittersweet comfort they tease for the darkest of our fears So I wait only for my next command Such a waste of a perfect day I think to myself once in awhile inside my heart there is a fray and in this fact I find comfort.
soaring high and free guided by the glow of the sun beauty swirls gracefully.. the sky is her stage clouds dancing, birds singing life thrives below her.. she was created by love ten tiny fingers ten tiny toes.. her blue eyes sparkled with wisdom and truth far beyond her tender age.. innocent and pure she radiated strength her touch sheer magic.. she knew no words feelings heartfelt with her smile, her giggle.. her spirit was strong she fought with courage as only a wee one knows how.. as the sun's illuminating glow gave life through its essence her fragile body sought peace.. heaven's lullaby beckoned her precious soul.. heaven's lullaby now her sweet song of peace.
I flow through life like a fish swims through water./ Words ooze from my mouth like honey from the comb./ This sweet sticky mess of language is enticing,/ holding me firm in a makeshift reality of thought./ True freedom can never be bought,/ only thought,/ only felt,/ stop writing your name!/ True essence can never be spelled./ Only felt,/ truly known inside the confines of your heart,/ out of your head,/ out of this world!/ Outside this lie of concrete and glass./ I want you to bury your life in the earth to make up for lost time./ Wash your eyes out; most of us can't tell the city from the slime./ Look at the sky scrapers!/ Eaten away by lime.../ But I will waste no more time./ I will do my dance, in the midst of the plants./ Living to passion, reality and air./ Toasting to water, beauty, and the wind through my hair./ And I live with every care./ I see our end, I know where we're going./ Like a baby lulled to sleep by the sound of her mothers sewing./ This sound is called silence, /the antidote to violence.
I'D VIE FOR VIENNA I've visited Vienna because the universe urged me to go and on the subject of Vienna I have all I need to know I know the city sings and writes poetry for all to read And were I to dance with Vienna I'd let it lead From a small café I idolized what my eyes espied And the beauty of Vienna will never be defied Vienna is the sound of violins and the aroma of violets grown And owns a beauty such as I've never known I strolled the streets of Vienna in awe of its grace Vienna's streets seem to be formed by lavender and lace It's akin to a purple and violet sky to behold And it's shimmer is more alluring than gold Vienna sweetens the sour and acrid taste of phools It takes them and teaches love's true rules Vienna has the power to make a rose bloom in the snow And nothing compares to Vienna is all I know So if you ever go to Vienna please appreciate it like me Because I'll never have the qualities that you will see In Vienna I heard poetry with its lilting simplicity And had I never visited Vienna would have been a true and utter pity I thank invisible beauty for her kindness And her consisten encouragement! © 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Why does everyone tuck their tails and hide.. Accepting all of the Corporate Lies? We're all eating Genetically Modified Foods, Simply because it tastes so good. Hormone-pricked animals; Tortured and Slain.. No Living Creature should endure such Pain. The Fact is that We are so behind In the True Consciousness of our Minds. This Entire Life is one big Illusion; Yet We are being taught of Lies and Delusion. It's now time to Think of All including Yourself, Go beyond your wants and Desires; Humankind needs our Help. Judge for yourself- I'm weird and depressed.. But I Understand Altrue Knowledge- Unlike the Rest. -Emma Lea Mills 02/08/2012
Shy cherry blossom Let the breeze take your dreams way Up to the Heavens.
On leaves of burnt gold For a moment dew sparkles To the ground they fall
{continued 2of2}... the third girl took her bullet reluctantly but Mr. Mohammed Merah believes in an eye for an eye i wonder if Mr. Muhammad Wazir would have preferred to take his farming plowshare, beat it into a sword and bring writhing attrition to still more children. i think...i prefer to think, that Mr. Muhammad Wazir, 35, of Panjwai, Afganistan, would tell Mr. Mohammed Merah, 24, of Toulouse, France that children are innocent not just in God's eyes, but in truth, in his too, that killing only begets more killing Alas, it is too late for Merah's merit, and the sky still shines blue © Goode Guy 2012-03-21 http://www.npr.org/2012/03/20/148974952/afghan-farmer-lost-11-relatives-in-shooting-rampage http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/03/20/148976984/all-my-dreams-are-buried-under-a-pile-of-dust-now-says-grieving-afghan?ft=1&f=1001 http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/03/21/149080247/sifting-through-what-we-know-about-the-french-slaying-suspect http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052702304636404577294632810920116.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
The death of a saint, a martyr to some The death of a hero, a husband to one A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall To give up his dreams and aspirations To relinquish his will of self-preservation To benefit all of human kind To alter how we interact, to change our time Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed He served everyone, just as he had served his country With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men He truly understood what it meant to be human Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch But there is a point at which every man breaks His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar A belief built upon the hope that people can change He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range It seemed that he was ready to change us all What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate Seeking a greatness of his own He wasn't satisfied with the world he was shown And so died the dream of the hero, this saint The martyr departed and his fire burned faint Yet hope never dies It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth
The great Lord is strengthening My soul He strengthens Daily He provides me strength
I see you, thumb in mouth blankie draped over your head rubbing your cheek . . . And holding your own son dwarfed by your daddy hands comfort zone found already
Human nature the epitome of despair Ask around, does anybody care? The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance Historically falling into the same traps by chance Prove a point by looking the other way Or step-up and change today The problem with living in this Democracy? We can't see the walls when we assume we're free When simple ideas are fed with simple lies The power overwhelms the opposition's cries We live to love Some obsessed with the power above The power of faith can blind Sometimes true answers are harder to find Criticism is an instinct Try to slow down and think The ideal for you Can't always be true The world can't change overnight But we'll never know if we never try
Who are you Mr Hate Why have you come to divide What cause do you serve Is your goal to mock and deride Why do you dare compete With the Omnipotent GOD OF LOVE. Why Mr Hate do you strive to destroy you and your cousins aunts, nieces and nephews uncles and siblings sneak in animosity's might and are the cause of all man's blight. Why are their names envy, greed and anger jealousy green your name smeared bloodied red your every step accursed dread. Why is your seven evils the path that leads to despair and hunger and is shrouded with pain and murder is that your path your tormented shame is your god the demon of hell.
I want to write, but nothing comes to mind. So I'll just start to scribble and see what I can find. For journeys start with a single step, and now I'm on my way. To where I go, I never know, it's just another day. I believe there are spirits that led me on. They lay me down at night and raise me at dawn. Trusting them is never easy, few of us ever do. But they're there right from the very start. And they'll be there when we're through. So let their kindness calm your fears. And just knowing that they are there dry your tears. For inner peace can overcome what time so cruelly brings. And if you sit there quietly, you can hear them gently sing. Theres peace there in the valley and joy all through the air. And strength to help you rally and keep you from despair.
Ripped into tiny bits and pieces, My world coming apart at its creases. They're swept away in a single gust, Like miniscule feathery motes of dust. Out of sight they float away, As I watch and wish and hope and pray. Gone forever those tiny bits and pieces, Bid them farewell as you release them.
Come walk with me thru' a field of dreams Of wooded lanes and sunlit streams Where rainbows light the path below And Sunlite' beckons the flowers to grow On beaches strewn with shells and sand Come walk with me all thru' this land We'll run with the wind blowing in our hair And all our hopes and dreams we'll share With hands deliciously touching and learning To devour a flame in our souls that's burning The moon will be our friend at nite' We'll walk in the shadows and hold on tight We'll dance till dawn and laugh with the sun And wonder where the nite' has gone Natures sweet smells will fill our senses And we'll drink from it's bounty until it quenches~ Our thrist for life and love and glory And pray for no end to come to our story In endless play and voices that sing Sweet waters dimpling laugh from a spring The comforting feel of sensual fingers And the fragrance of skin... And the smell that lingers Oh, it's such a sweet refrain... To live and love and dance again
A smile in a thought of a "forever" like this. A dream from a star's one wish. A love of a life from a fairy tale one told To a child with an imagination worth a whole pot of gold. Can you really put a value to something like this? Like that feeling you get from your last first kiss? Or the dreams that come true from a shooting star's wish? There's no value worth more than all this. A song from a night from a heart's first glance. A sway from a dress from a love's first dance. A rose from a thorn from a child's freedom. A ring from a night from a tear from one. Can you really put a value to a moment like this? To a second in time so carefree as this? To a heartbeat caused by pure peace and bliss? To a child's eye lit by a shooting star and a wish? Could you tell me what it's worth? Or could you tell me which came first? Was it hope for a future unknown, Or happiness from the love that's shown? Was it a dream from a fairy tale, Or optimism after every fail? Because the child that I've never seen Is one without a single dream. So tell me, Can you really put a value to this? To a first kiss? A child's wish? Pure bliss? To this? To this moment looking into your eyes? To a fairy tale defined By you and I.
PAINKILLER Death whispers: My darling, I am here You are not meant to persevere Broken bones and broken backs Will not be healed with pins and tacks The daily war with packs that freeze Will in a flash turn memories The pain that tears your guts and mind Will be a trail that's left behind Her Life is sweet Or so it was Before a surgeon's saw and buzz Before another surgeon's plead I must repair small misdeed Mistakes will happen, d e a r, he quipped an actor even makes a slip you signed a waiver lawyer said the part where you might end up dead or maybe deaf or maybe blind but your left foot just drags behind and oh your little aches and pains look great in court---a money gain and so you're really in good shape-- just a little stitch and tape He smiles a bit about the money to him it's all a little funny sitting in his painless chair flicking back his painless hair He's out the door and she's alone turns off the lights unplugs the phone her body's screaming : overload her nervous system drones: implode picks up a glass from tray by bed she curses all the dunderheads tongue curls disdain from metal taste But not a drop must go to waste And, as she waits sun slithers in Like a cat with milk on chin Just as she muses this fine day Could be her last on earth to stay From toes an elegance – an ease -- a bliss-- Relief—hurls echoes of God's kiss
The Mother is the Earth… I am brought forth of her sacred womb… She is united to me using resonance to communicate… I stand in courageous defiance to honor her well being… To honor the entirety of life she loves and nurtures… My father is the sky… His own self affirmations so mighty he never lies… Their greatest lesson to teach human kinds mind… Flow with the rhythm of change with wonder and enthusiasm… Remaining present in this moment now using our skill of observation... It is my demand that the greed dis-ease be vanquished by heart love purity… It is my desire to heal the hole within the one soul of humanity… Stand firm ground facing your fears… Hold stead fast to enduring purifying tears… The dogmatic illusions are being attacked… Father Sky and mother earth consume the poisonous snack… Be your truth… Be your heart love… Be your own desired compassion… Be more hilarious and less serious… Then you can declare… I am free; Holy Cosmos; I AM FREE…
There are many things that are caught by the naked eye They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry Think my strangest encounter thus far Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car In underbrush and weeds so high Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh Razor edges wrapped around its head For sure I thought it was dead As I moved in closer to take a peek Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked Poor little guy I could do nothing for Except call D.N.R and cry once more As they placed it in a steel cage Heard the officer say it was that of young age When do you think one will learn Gods creatures did nothing in return
Feather in the wind Gracefully you fall Upon the gentleness of a breezes whisper Or, in the strong winds that blow a gale, strong Light and gentle, you remain Calm, in your outcome
On this parchment I am forced to write That of which I cannot speak On this oh so delicate paper I am enraptured by my under lying thoughts On this meager piece of material And this once sharp pencil I try to express the deepest of emotions On this once blank loose leaf That I now read to it's fullest I find that though I wrote about nothing On this one piece of parchment About nothing at all it seems Is full of something you feel, not just see
Refusing to succumb, to the alluring haze of self-pity, I refuse to wallow, in an ocean of regret, I choose to banish thoughts of despair, dispelling pain, while tempting joy to emerge from its shielded lair. I shall sow the seeds of promise, nourishing well, the tendrils of hope, breathing new life into my nights, my days. I must stand, I will rise, I have to believe, in a better tomorrow, not perfect, nor rosy, yet filled with tidbits of bliss, as well as with shards of sorrow.
When we're standing worlds apart our world apart, hear my heart when we're feeling worlds away in a world of gray, hear me pray when our thoughts are clear and quiet intervene and shake me violent it drives me crazy, aura goes hazy my love buzz encircles a putrid hatred in a rare moment I turn to face it Negative space turned much more of use consisting of years of self abuse maybe my looking glass has grown obtuse I often cry in a state of muse at the shame of my disarray the distance is closing yet your a world away Now I've grown so tired and weary I only hope that someone hears me if they hear me, will they understand how tough it is to walk hand in hand with love and hate, polar extremes they grow together, or so it seems they can both make for bitter screams and be the death of finer things leave the imagination for desire a beam of hope to be aspired I proudly wear my crown of thorns for each thorn bears a lesson learned each lesson comes with a sad story each would not exist, if not but for me I am not me, without my crown and the negative space all around that in total becomes the all seeing eye a positive outlook on the world that's mine
There Is a Secret Place Where Only I Can Go It's a Place of Rest and Solitude Where Thought and Feeling Flow It's a Quiet Peaceful Realm That Helps My Sanity When Life Gets Too Confusing It's Where I Need to Be I Never Stay Too Long The Helps Come Right Away And I'm Glad I Discovered How To Get Help for Me this Way You May Wonder Where it Is So I'll Let You Know It's Where I Find My Answers... Deep Inside My Soul With this New Insight Comes New Knowledge about Me I've Come to like Myself It's Important That I "Be" So Look to Who You Are That Is Where You'll Find The Answers to Your Questions It Will give You Peace of Mind Connie Moore August 19, 1992
God gives men life- Why do we waste it? On things, in things that only create a second of bliss that fades just as quick as it came. We waste life on substances--drugs, alcohol, un-ordained sexual pleasures, the pride of life, the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes--and other influences, trying to gain peace and fulfillment that only an inner connecting with the Heavenly Creator--our Father and All Mighty One can satisfy. From birth, all men are created with purpose. No one is an afterthought. Not one of us is insignificant to the Father because He has each one of us inscribed in the palms of His loving hands(Isaiah 49:16). Not one of us came into being by happenstance(regardless to how we were conceived). The Father is the Divine Orchestrator of every life and when we present ourselves to Him for His glory, He can make a complete symphony of our lives that will resound with a melody so sweet and melodious that even the angels in Heaven begin to rejoice and listen in awe. Life as the Father ordained is to be lived following and pursuing after peace with all men and holiness without which no one can truly fulfill their destiny on Earth and for Eternity. The Father's breath in you gave you life, so embrace it with respect; care and reverence for the One who created you. Do not abuse the life the Father has bestowed to you! You only get one chance at life. Be good to yourself! Be good to others! And the life you live--as the Father intended--will redound to the more greater reward for you and all mankind.
We pretend to be friendly But how rude we truly are We pretend we didn't say a thing But God only knows how many things we've said We hate everyone and act angrily But then we assume everyone hates us We always show the other side of us Hiding what is the mistaken Identity We act tough then We go back towards the room And cry Hiding the emotions and keeping them inside We follow our pride Regardless of how many problems it has brought We wish if there will be always someone To go back to To story you're fears and cry on the shoulder of his You wish if there was someone Who always will be there To hug when desperately broken To owe him the world in that moment We look at the bright side but We always gaze at the dark one We admire things that happen with coincidence of our desire We smile addressing the smile to God We pretend to love our friends so deeply But in the end we speak of them wildly And know they speak of us as well If anyone entered our hearts They would understand every action taken If anyone heard our words They would never forgive us For eternity Who are we? We are the humans that wonder this earth With cruelty
there's no time for smiling anymore... Death cascades along the waterway- She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips ''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go? She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows I awake- The morning is new The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart
Yes! This is a new beginning for sure! I have no grudges anymore! I am flowing as free as I could never before! I am running as fast as…never even dreamt for! Wow! I have this new feeling within me! I have a new reeling within me! I couldn't't sense the change so easily, Why couldn't I mend the ways so easily? Well...Now that I have a new journey to embark on Surely here are to stay the happy daze, lets rock on!
what if there was no religion? what if we spent Sunday mornings in a park, not in a church? what if people gave out encyclopedias, not bibles? what if instead of fighting over our beliefs, we celebrated our uncertainty? what if instead of blind faith, we had insightful curiosity? what if instead of religious conviction, we had rational perception? what if our morals were shaped from real life experience, not from a book? what if people were proactive with their concern, and did not pray? what if love was unconditional, not contingent? what if you had freedom, not a plan? what if people were good, because they are good, not because they are afraid to be bad? what if people did crazy things because they are crazy, not because they are raised crazy? what if earth is just lucky to be here, and is not made for you? what if we lived our life, on our own terms? would that be so bad?
I will never fully comprehend. The beauty of God's love that I have within! From where I was, to where I am today… I praise him! More than words can say. I shall give him all honor, glory and praise. And be obedient to him, all of my days! He's more precious to me than ever before, His presence in me— I need so much more! His marvelous love, shall bless me to the end… For this, I say, "Hallelujah", "Glory to God!" and "Amen!" By Jim Pemberton
Beneath the busy theater, a little trap door, modest and illusive, opens to a space infinite and peaceful-- a broader dimension, resonant and real-- the silent birthing chamber of all possibilities, including, by surprise, the gears animating the action on the set. One may find the door and bask in this continuum by stepping out of character and shrugging off one's script, releasing and recasting preconceived props.
Let us speak no more of wars; turn your left cheek when struck and booed... cleanse each other's sores like a brother would. Strife bears no rose... carnage wears no garland; Of what use is "these" and "those" when Red flows through all veins? let's make peace an eternal standard and happiness'd have no stain. Let Language be no curse nor belief become a barrier Colour is just a vainful force of what use be these three? Let's make peace our lifelong career and love'd set mankind free!
Kisses felt: Moments lost. Priceless moments Always cost. Peace and love: Childhood wishes. Friends forever, Like butterfly kisses, Never last More than a day, Then they all Fade away. Dreams, like shoes, Become too small To fit our lives When potential calls. Kisses felt: Moments lost. Priceless moments Always cost. Is the price Worth the pain? Or worth the strength We eventually gain? Of course it is. Just persevere. Don't ever stop dreaming. Don't live in fear.
< It's not my fault The world is made from different cults Economic woes Politicians saying no I'm not to blame When they represent us in such shame It's a capitol crime Like this rhythm and rhyme You have no proof That we're the ones that goofed We abide each law that been laid And to find out we've been played I will show no shame And point at the ones to blame Get your acts together Sign bills with your quilled feathers Entry For Paula Swenson's Four Sentences GL All
God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay… God brought me out of the miry clay… He set my feet on a solid rock to stay! God brought me out of the deep pit I was in… He gave to me a peace and a joy within! God brought me out of hopelessness and despair… And took me into his mercy and care! God brought me out of a desperate situation… And extended to me his gift of salvation! God brought me out… When everything seemed lost! And helps me to focus on Christ' victory at the cross! God brought me out… When no one else "gave me the time." He restored my life and gave me peace of mind! God can do the same for you… As he did for me! He desires to be with you for eternity! God can bring you out of whatever trials you may face. He'll bring joy to your heart… And provide a "resting place." God can do for you what no other power can do! He is still the same God. And will forever LOVE YOU! By Jim Pemberton 12/22/11
paper coffee cup in the bath tub perilous vessel my tattoo, my nipples landscape of my body (the) humble temple my essential truths are few but i lay them at your feet, my burdens into your heart seeming smaller in that vastness i can offer you myself no more but no less either this i commit to permanence, my permanence my own pale ritual
Sacred Stillness in a cup of green froth Stylized movement; every motion steeped with meaning. Bitter follows sweet as we give thanks to God Cleansing the tongue and the spirit
You have made a choice. You have chosen hatred. In our Heavenly Father, you have chosen not to rejoice. He is who spares the most awful dread. You have chosen to hate me. First it was the "N" word, the Afro comment, and my curly hair. Now you hate me for the religion that I have chosen to be. My faith gives me what is right and fair. I pity you for all your hate. But you made it clear my fate. A Mormon to this date, a Mormon forever. Your rage and hate prove my faith and choice of religion right. Your bigoted hatred I have chosen to fight by giving it light. I want it in everyone's sight. Your rage and hatred is your only boast. But with it you are engrossed. Like you, your rage and hatred are nothing but compost. Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit gives me what I need the most. And for you, that is just too bad so sad.
Low and lonely, but not to succumb Through warring thoughts a pitfall deep Ireful, rueful, contort This speaker's blunder deemed Subdued with met solution Devil's plot decayed Ruinous intent aborted Blithe courage keenly resumed
The harmony, the melody, the placidity and subtlety of each pianissimo note, the rage and intensity of each forte beat. Each bar, each measure, each line, each piece, and all the curves, sharps and flats, and every clef. I`m irate: I bang the keys and it sings my anguish. I`m jovial: my fingers gush across the keys singing my happiness. I`m forlorn: I slowly drift up and down it sings my desires and tears. I need not words, I need only my piano and it will speak for me. How good, how angry, how happy, how sad. How sordid, how love struck, how desperate. I am. It sings my most simple and complex feelings and you won`t hear a word.
The Invincible Tiger Unlimited Power The Tiger watches over us Ultimate Protection and Care. Evil not to enter Not even to Dare. The Mighty Tiger Ever Watching Ever Knowing ...Her Family Keeping the dynasty intact So Strong their possession attract. Kingly...Queenly With Sovereign Grace. Over Their Place. The Mighty Tiger Invincible The Mighty Tiger Forever Shall Reign Peter LeBuhn Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn Peter LeBuhn
A touch of pure paradise Elegance of her sweet charm Her heart so golden inside Resonates like the warm sun Brings about instant splendor His creation from above Essence of her radiance © Joseph, 10/12/07 © All Rights Reserved Comments: Seven by Seven has seven syllables in each line, seven lines, and the title is in last line. David J Shrewsbury invented the form.
we've talked about cloning about organ exchange about mutual surgical self-satisfaction about attachments made deeper than flat vows & false purity deeper than surface tissue as deep into blood & bone & entrails as amatures can get before the stitches stop holding their ground against blood loss & deeper than this if we can find a doctor who's not too attached to traditional morals but even if there's nothing more binding between us than a few trails of ink i'll always taste your heart in your kiss & lick the last vomited blood from your dying lips 11/18/2005
Mmm this girl i know Shes bossy so For i do not like you I may be lieing its not true It may be love At this moment I cant move Your engaging stare has me paralyzed Im in you grasp How do you know of my love Its time for a retreat For that im beat I need to rewind My heart is stuck in a bind Ive never had the feeling Im going to jump through the ceiling Can i be this overjoyed Of this girl ive always tried to avoyed
Still cannot wrap my mind all around all alone Where would I even start to describe what I've known? No life left so breathless all used up all worn down How it is Is how it was And how it will always be. If I could see what it would have been like to find you.... I'd have traded every wish and said they all came true Please heart, quick!! Please, please heal!!! Please let me feel again!!! He'll never know how empty he will be without you. In the end He'll remain what he's been this whole time Just a dream, just my prayer, just not mine
Lost within the intrinsic woods by myself No desires, avarice, nor any sort of wealth Just me and my dog observing together Oh, how I wish I could stop time forever, The shady spot i sit below the tall timbers Evokes memories, recollections, whispers, Stains of anguish and worries that lay below The river of time, will wash away as it will eternally flow, The stream, which, once believed to run wild Now seems a lion become tame and mild.
I'm so angry with all my loved ones hurt. They have careless words and sometimes cruel intentions. They spread their pain like a disease, From one to another...there it goes. I wish I could stop it! It grows heavier as it flows. It's becomes to much for one to bare. I'm learning to step back, And trying not to care. It hurts to give up on family and friends, But sometimes walking away will keep us in the end. I don't want to hear their vicious words and devious lies. Back and forth they spat. Trying to hurt one another. It angers me to see so much hurt drip from their tongues. Yet, they care not!
Come my soul... Let us bend the night air a bit From aerial views make licorice paths mapping our trails through the firefly fields. Let us disband with cordiality for I am as heavy as rain with the weight you are carrying Rain left transient, in pregnant clouds, with no release... Let us search down by braille lake for the source of your troubles With a host of pretension, we'll sleep on flat rocks long abided by most until all of your pain comes right out all of your fingers to etch the stone to discovery. Let us tether the roots of the banyan tree and weep while we swing our citrus tongues thus -wind in the proverbial hair and such- No sting of bitterness upon our brows No breadth in our uncanny rejoicing to be conquered by those that love us less then we have always deserved. Come my soul... For suffering has it's grip no more in the arms of self reliance- You are my definition, and tonight, my soul, I am yours.
We are so nearly there! For further fly all our Cherished aspirations Than we could ever imagine! Our bright hopes… Though they be only thought And so briefly seen… Have breath and life! What we once conceived Of virtue and true living Of beauty beyond All our fondest dreams That which came so close… and was so real awhile… Went softly streaming by Veiled in silken clouds and airy wine We were so nearly there! We felt the flicker of life's wings Living things brushed past But reaching out to touch we lost! Oh, had we only known then How to enter in! But before we knew it The vision had slipped on by and fled us! What, seemed possible Was now only a dream And the emptier we felt for having seen! But no bright purpose is ever lost That once has been Truth's star is still there! As deep inside as it is above Where night's endless light is! Our mansion is kept! Our heart voice mapped Upon Love's palm our place And the everlasting vision etched! Out held, kind, ever offering Love's hand is always there! "We always may be what we might have been."
If I could throw a grenade what do you suppose would blow up Will it scatter our fears into heavy debris Is this poem possibly spoken blasphemy Look at what has erupted;heavy airport security, diffrent terror color levels,what luck
The midnight magic sprinkles in the air. I can hear the every breath that you take. Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence. This moment is mine that I create. So very, very much I am content! My soul is engaged with such a paradise. I am aimlessly there. Ah yes! Yes indeed, You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near. The glitter is everywhere, I can breathe the every breath that you take. Closing my eyes I am so lost for time. This moment is mine that I make. So very, very much I am entwined. My soul is entangled with magic so sublime, I am without a single care. Yes, yes, yes! You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there. The radiance I stand and bear. I can touch the every breath that you take. Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause. This moment is mine that I partake. So very, very much I am lost. My soul is entangled in this web of mine, I am so very, very much there. I am lost in time. Ah yes, yes, yes indeed! You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share. Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds. My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!
I have lived a long and happy life With many friends and lovers too And now I only cleave to you And I am tired with all this strife I would seek peace of mind with all desires left far behind; But I am confused by my desire. It clouds my vision as smoke before a fire. Desire takes so many forms And like the burning fire which warms Cannot ever find satisfaction As all that's in its path meets only destruction There has to be a way of removing all desire and so achieving peace. Is death the only option? I am distraught. This cannot be 'Seek My path' says He who is eternal, alpha and omega. He says ' I am your Lord Dispater I am the God of all creation Bow down before me For you are free Let me feel your exaltation Fear not death they see you not before your birth And after death invisible again You are seen between two unseens why in this truth find sorrow Embrace the peace of death my son All sorrows left Desire is conquered No more strife.' No and again No! I have defined I'll not accept this so called god, primitive He is but a product of my mind My life is mine and I choose to live
Christ' Voice Made A Difference! Christ' voice made a difference in my life today! He spoke peace and love! And took my sins away! His voice made the difference, when nothing else could. All of my problems and failures, he understood! His voice made the difference, with words of healing and hope! He picked me up, when my life was on a "slippery slope!" His voice made the difference, in my moment of desperation! It brought peace to my heart and sweet inspiration! His voice made the difference when everything else failed me! I listen to his voice! it brings love all around me! His voice can make the difference for you! Won't you listen? You'll never know "what in the world," you're missin! His voice speaks peace to all fears! And life's raging storms! His love will "glue together," a life that's "wrecked and torn." His voice is all you need! It brings assurance His gift of eternal life is 100% "life insurance!" His voice beckons... Our lord calls our name! I'm glad I listened! I'm very glad he came! His voice is what's important! And very much needed! It's only through Christ, that our life is completed! By Jim Pemberton
...To get back get back, else the Grand Probation fails... We suffer hale 'cause We suffer, hail to a mobiused Morlde` of looped Perpetuity The wakesleeping of Self'sexcesses, moral absurdtities redolent of seay, Hawaii football, Golf Clubs' cervid cudgels, 'bout covers the covert bases... Dolmened "...for nothing but Humanity" (ainsi a-t-on beau), said Beckett '38, 'neath a Billennium of atrabiliousnesses, glooms interrred in sorrows' ignorance ignorance's sorrow, & Entropy disavowed... We, the Sons 'n Daughters fraught, of Fossils' legacies, unbellowed It Can't Happen Here!, sayeth Saul's Seer, but Whom recalls Sinclair's '35, now a viscous internecine? Shoot!, are We answerable to "We suffer 'cause We suffer," only by Massing for Weapons' Destruction? Aye? Nay? Of a rusting, Mammoth Morlde` which neither Lives-Loves by Higher Law? H.e.m. 12.1.MMii. (Revised...)
Spectacular view third eye vision mysterious secrets kept in silence mystical powers heightened senses cascades in strangeness from a cosmic force of intuition. Clearing up barriers blocking manifestation period of transition for a new age on the planet with jeweled sky moon glowing on the heavens wishing upon lucky stars treasuring the wizard's predictions of good fortune sending cupid's arrow through the universe. Beloved maiden sprinkling fairy dust of purple crystals and rose quartz protecting the planet of Venus embracing it with love and devotion from afar.
What causes me to be so irrational at times...? In so many instances when my life appears somewhat stable, it seems as though I deliberately take flight without considering the consequences of my actions. I trip. I fall. i regret. Perhaps I should stop behaving like a kid, training myself to confront my fears courageously rather than running from them. I do realize though, in part, that my apprehension occurs because I fear rejection from being bruised so many times; however, much chaos could have been avoided had I learned to control my passions, not only sexual, but in the general sense as well. I "feel" everything too deeply and discover myself breaking down and crying for no apparent reason. Damn...my passion...raging...hot...forever present. So, once again, i pick myself up and allow the black and blue to heal while determining, quite adamantly, I might add, that I will no longer be a prisoner of fear, for he proves too destructive. After all, we can't dance all the time.
' Uni-Verse ' Haiku # 11 Oh, What Universe What Grand Word, Did God Speak First ... Gave Beginning – Birth !
Many people want Jesus to show and prove Himself to them Despite evidence already here Yet all they need to do is show and prove themselves to Him It is then He does appear
Down in the hollow a lone owl cries A star burns up across the skies Crackling fire the only sound No other soul for miles around As planets escort full moon light across its passage through the night No winter's chill in fire's glow One heart alone itself to know
This is a short poem about Cause and Effect. The value of Peace is Existence. Peace and serenity, and the waves of the sea the dreams of happiness that would never flee both the sun and moon, burning ever so bright all the worries in the world, they all take flight Music raises my hope, dulling the pain I endure driving my depression away, noise with a cure a body shakes with rhythm, as joy takes control my lips then move, to words uttered by my soul A soul clings to You, who fashioned me that day You alone gave me life, and to You alone I pray remove this evil among us, and open our eyes to pursue wisdom, while shielding us from lies Your balanced world, putting Man at its very center to withstand life's tests, he needs a devoted mentor hoping we choose wisely, your wisdom over desire to avoid that terrible fate, ending with pain and fire Acquiring a wisdom to distinguish between right and wrong having patience for others, although different, we all belong mankind, formed from earth, has a divine eternal obligation finding peace in wisdom, life exists only through cooperation The Creator of heaven, of earth, and of all living things acknowledging our shortcomings, we don't have wings kindness is your sword, and Truth, the only seal you use peace as the foundation, and each other never to abuse As those bright Heavenly lights flicker, earthly bulbs prepare to go out directing a new existence to begin, a renewed world is about to sprout much work remains in tending to the garden, our hearts need attention all that's left is to open our eyes, needing to make that final connection
poetry is love like a summer rain watering my soul in a dry land making metaphors grow and caress the mountaintops with laughter inner beauty coming to light on the printed page lighting the dark places of my life with revelation changing rhythms with peaks of distinction carrying away all of my worries one word at a time… (c) 2011 PoetryofMotion! All Rights Reserved
On Evening ================ The sun has been trying to move the loose boughs falling over its face, in vain. Out of its front door a road goes to meet the impatient lady waiting at the other bend. Here truths simply interchange. The myths remain no more myth, their blending into realities becomes golden with the sun. Slowly sun pours itself a stiff liquid… © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
I dance on illusion, getting caught up in the spin, the sad waltz, the happy waltz, the dance with foes, that "I" have made. Money makes me happy, or money makes me sin, it's a tune that never ends, following the painted footsteps on the floor, when I was young. Now I must spin faster, keeping very still and quiet as I go. No more footsteps, no more dance halls, no more enharmonic trances played for me, steady now in deep devotion, resting in the One Reality.
The broken road to heaven The broken road in need of maintenance through which we have traveled, mute and solemn to our delight was alight with millions of glow bugs; evening was another leaf fallen when I whisper to my friend Richard, "Is it heaven? Have we arrived at last?" he smiled, "we are yet to reach my home." =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
SSRI's and I ... ... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking, like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling, worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out, the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout, dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat, caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat. I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude, feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles, crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...
And Other Loving Hands To Help Us (Matt. 28: 19, 20 & 1 Tim. 4: 16) Out Of Personal-Pits-Dug And When Others Blame God … … I Just Want To Give Them A Big-I-Care-Hug ! And Tell 'Em, Humans Chose Rebellion They and 'We', Chose To Go It Alone Independence or Ignorance … That's Us … Singing That 'Hit' Song ! (So … Can't Blame God, For What's Wrong) See … If You Steal From Your Mum or Poppa They Too, Will Send You Away They May Leave The Door Open In Case You Return One Day And If You're Out There Doing Bad And Bad Things Happen To You You Can't Rightly Blame Parents For The Path You Choose … But You Want Them To Bail You Out When Their Good Advice You Refuse (You Wanna Use Them) … That's Just Twisted ! If You Blame Them, 'Cause You Lose … … Your Dignity and Divinity And Lord Help Us … This Is Humanity ! And If You Don't Believe … Scripturally ( 2 Tim. 3: 16 ) Then, Just Check Out Man-Made-History … … It's Filled With Hate Its Even Up-To-Date … So, Don't Lie or Blame, To Your Own Infamy Please, Don't Repeat The Words, of Mankind's Enemy ! ( Gen. 3: 4, 5 ) 'Tis A Lie, 'Tis A Lie, 'Tis A Lie, We Must Reject ! … I Say This With Godly-Love and Soul-to-Soul-Respect God … Is Bona-Fide Benevolence And Beauty At Its Best … I Bless Him, With My Last Breath ! Yet, I Know Some Here, Have Been Hurt By What Others Say and Do … But In All Fairness, My Beloved-God, They Are So Wrong To Blame You ( Part 2 of 2 ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Respect and Remind Remind With Respect Agnostics, Atheists and Bitter-Hearts Beware of Belittling HE, of The Highest Courts HE Is Not One To Mess With, Or To Be Mocked In HIS Hand, Is The Key, To Your Own-Death-Lock … Now, If You're One To Say, "Oh, I Had A Good-Run I've Had Fun, and Now, If It's Done … It's Done" And If You Are Ready To Leave, When His Kingdom Comes … You Won't Mind, Your Last Breath, Blown To Oblivion By: The MoonBee
A peace seems to grow as I progress through this day It seems to become part of me infused in what I say Things I've seen many times look brand new today I find some comfort as I leave the safety of the bay. Little drops of happiness are falling from the sky The rain just keeps on falling as the clouds float by Still, I wonder where I fit and I wonder why Everything becomes a part of something larger than I. The rain used to make me sad but something has changed Not completely different maybe just rearranged I seem to see beauty in everything I see I see what is and hope for what may be. I'm feeling rather happy everything is going my way The past is slowly fading the demons have gone away I see this peace growing inside of my heart From the ashes of the end comes this new fresh start.
were you born that way-- complaining all of the time; if not, stop it now
Come to know our inner aspirations... Come to know the relations of thought frequency manifestations... Come to know simplicity sprinkled within the multiplicity... Come to know love with its purity intentions... Come to know yourself without fear hesitations... Come to know living joys essence found in this moments presence... Come to know yourself as the way, the truth, the light... Do this unto your heart; allow yourself the worthiness being the created creators gestation...
To go up you must first go down To go out you must first go in To get the picture you must see through it To understand you must listen To understand you must stop thinking To understand you must live it It isn't and It is You aren't and you are We do and we do not maerd dna pu ekaw
Adrift and helpless, an ice cold sea of pain; riptide churning, waves crashing, wreaking havoc upon my brain. Sucked down again at the mercy of the undertow; raging currents, terror growing, stop struggling… there's peace in letting go. Where are you all now, where'd you all go? You vanished, left me alone and fighting, but it's a losing battle, don't you know? Sucked deeper, exhausted, still no help in sight; relax, be still, and take refuge, you put up a good fight. Embrace the icy coldness and you'll see where it takes you, downward, deeper…deeper, that you're finally at peace and free.
Two swans as one A heart filled with grace Buoyant on the calm ocean waves He no longer cries Or craves solace in a dark place A palm tree appears Protecting him from the brutal rays Of the harsh sun above
Lilac drips emboss the outstretched plains Whilst the aquatic festoonery resurfaces Permanently The Expanse is Extraordinary But it is all so ordinary, in its distance spanned Repeated But it is so glorious, the defeat that refused a compromise And found itself in the inglorious moratorium, clawing, drawing closer To the Expanse, in Extraordinary enduring hostile pity To find the clawing was for not If the water flows regardless
If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold, Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold, Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man, Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again? God would send out his best hands to hold, Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold. If only our love could behold Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold Gifts to to God to wash our sin Equipped pillars stories told Thoughts about God mirrors my pen
To run far far away if I dare When I run, why try to disappear Out of this house without never a care Lie on the grass, look upward to sky clear I don't care if shaped clouds dart around While I lie at peace on grassy dirt As I am carefree lying on ground Observing life far far away no hurt To run far far away_settle there The ocean alluringly calls Come, come my love settle near here Let the waves lap my toes one and all Come is the call of attachments dear Family alluringly invites Don't run away come stay close by here Torn emotion, spirit torture spikes Carnality leads, draws one wrong way Goodly spirit settles: peace in this place Allure of ocean, places of far away Can't fill the void in this case (Written after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Thankful, For Earth-Love … Life … Also Family Of … So … All The Above
a 2:00 AM scribble... 'twas but a lifetime ago when she floated as if in a dream when the whistling winds called out her name while the truth was revealed of her love supreme she walked into the barren landscape of my world and carved-up an exclusive place excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute a passion blazing with renewed belief with solitude consigned to the shadows and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light her love an endless sea of possibility washing up against the shores of my moonless night and when that burst of colour came through like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight her face like a revelation shone as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight and though a lifetime ago it seems she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong in the haven of her warm embrace as I gaze lovingly at her wondrous face and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher it takes but a moment with her to know that these feelings shall prevail for they diminish not, as they continually grow spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above for here is where I always hope to be anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea so allow me to thank thee for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought so stay well, sweet one and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue and know forever that these scribbled words are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...
Not really a poem, but the truth of my being. To the Public WLM Wildncrazy555 June 28, 2011 When I write the words just flow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down. Why, I do not know. They just flow and all follow a story. I write my innermost thoughts with the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life. I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day, but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of them. I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them. But all of them follow a story to the end. I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat my Brain. I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks. When a situation arises, I just know which ones will deserve recognition to be told. I suffer from arthritis on my left side, my hands hurt all the time, and I practice herbal medicine for the pain. I create my own remedies from my herbologist named Daryl Collins here in Okmulgee, he gives me the herbs and I am the guinea pig first and foremost for the experience. Anyone else who suffers from this can contact me at email@example.com. I am willing to tell you the recipe for my Creations. I hope all appreciate this testimony of mine. All I say is true to fact. William Lewis Moore June 28, 2011
Arlington Christmas They stand there in ranks Straight up and tall Just like the day When they answered the call Row upon row Section by section They gave us their all Without an exception Some names are unknown Some known are not there But all get a marker To show that we care You see Army and Navy Air Force and Marine Privates to Presidents And those in between From Civil War soldiers To Afghanistan We honor our fallen Every woman and man And every Christmas We lay on a wreath To remember the soldier That lies there beneath As I gaze o're the graveyard Of green wreaths on stone I know that no family Will e're grieve alone For this country remembers And honors each year All those who have fallen And are resting right here Mdailey 12/25/11 I wrote this on Christmas day as I sat in my car and looked over the landscape of Arlington Cemetary.
The future is a mystery, and the past has been through. We'll soon be in the future including me and you. In between the past and future There is only one present. All can be compromised excluding, peace and pleasance.
Scream upon your frustrations, Whip them at the door. Once you're done, let them go, Move on; your future soars.
Closing my eyes Feeling the moment Listening No thoughts distracting me Surrendering Setting my heart free Reviewing, learning, growing Releasing the blame and guilt, I harbour Releasing the things, I once thought I could change Recognising good or bad Right or wrong A sinner I am not! My mistakes, my greatest blessings Living my life Being human
' Of: Dame Carol Brown … ' A Kind Word, A Warm Heart A Gentle Soul, A Work of Art A Helping Hand of Sincere Grace An Honored Beauty and Sweet Face Genuine Smiles, Shining Through Even When We Can't See You A Welcome Bright, in Window's Sight Your Direct Demeanor, is A Delight Soothing and Steady, Unchanged Calm Lifting Spirits, Like An Azure Dawn If Troubled Waters, Do Upset … … Keep Them Under Your Bridge of Self-Respect For You Are A Treasure In Composition Never Allow Doubts To Enter, Nor Derision … Just Kind Words and All Hearts-Warm Step Thru Doorway To Dame Brown's Arms … (Dame Is The Female Order of Knighthood) (or The Proper Address for A Wife of a Knight) For You, Poet-Sister, Carol MoonBee Dubs Thee Dame Brown … (In The Queendom of Me – Smile I am so full of Myself - LOL) But Truly, I Do Admire and Appreciate Your Work, Your Style and Personality God Bless You MoonBee
A square in a square Four lines equal length Then repeated People pass through And over and around Tires squeal Lights change colour Dogs on leashes Rain soaked pavement The foundation for this Fifteen stories up It all becomes clear Life carries on Under an umbrella
No sun has ever shone So clear through the night No moonbeam ever glown So true with delight The more I look The more I see When something new Occurs to me No winds have ever blown With no change in sight No mind's-eye ever known Such meaningful flight The more I dream The more I sleep Where space and time Are mine to keep
You speak— to me without an utterance In every sunset you speak Brilliant orange hues dance fervently, igniting all in sight; setting the horizon ablaze. A gentle sapphire tide gently, beckons the crimson fire to subside, as dying embers bid the day goodnight. You speak— to me without making a sound In every season of rain you speak Lightening penetrates the thresholds of cloud cloaked heavens; earth is left to helplessly spectate its flashing, fury. Plants exhale as raindrops kiss their parched surfaces, the famished land is quenched. You speak— to me without words In my every waking moment and breath Reverberating, as a cymbal, rhythmically thumping to divine cadences, this heart echoes your beats. Life, endlessly longing for the ageless One, pulsates and courses through my veins causing my lungs inhale mercies, and breathe out grace, from the slumber of dusk to the brisk winds of dawn and daybreak, your breath revives my soul, stirring me. I'm awake. You speak— to me without declaration In the battle of life and every war Vanquished, a casualty of this life's mortal combat; carnage; has laid waste, and destruction has met this arsenal of strife. Laying down all arms, without a treaty this casualty caught a glimpse, from a distance, of your banner, fluttering liberty and peace, which so effortlessly urged my arm in your direction; baring a fist tightly clenched to a white flag clamped to the end. This soul now soars in a gust of freedom in reckless-abandonment in a fresh existence, a new surrender.
The monologue of burnt out subjects ========================== The monologue of wind has stopped its hum a while admiring nothingness of this vale; there are stumps of trees where verdant has once been scalded by a famished forest flame. She sees the red flickers of light at the mute nights and choke them with pillows. The spots of burnt fears seeded her awake eyes. The monologue of wind isn't really its own; it is what my shouts has become, some lame drones. Of course the death of trees has long been predicted; the way people has said that our spell will end and she will depart me there, in the forest when the fire will begin from a corner… In the vale, wind passes, hissing; I am nowhere like those trees. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Perhaps you should remain?
When A Simple "God Bless You," Isn't Enough… I'm here to tell you that when "the going gets rough." A simple, "God bless you!" May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there's not a friend anywhere to be found… Perhaps you find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control, things will never be the same! He'll speak peace to the raging waters of life's ocean. And will give to you, his 100% "love potion!" He'll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He's always there with you! You're NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear. His perfect love will cast out all fear! He'll pick up the pieces of life that are broken. As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken! He'll do for you what no power or god can do! He's here right now He's waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton
When all seems lost and you can't see... When things go bad as bad as bad can be... When you are out of food and there's no money... Just remember the joy of a bird in flight. Remember when Jesus gave a blind man site. Remember the love and beauty of the creators might. Remember that darkness fades and then comes the morning light ! For GOD by Perri Voge
AS LIFE'S OVERWHELMING EMOTIONS OF LIVING LIFE ON LIFE'S, TERMS,BECOMES TO MUCH TO BEAR, AND THE WORLDS NOT FAR behind MY FATHER'S PRESSENCE CONSUMES ME IN HIS GENTLE ARMS, HOLDING ME TIGHTLY, HEALING ME OF MY BATTLE STRICKEN, WOUNDS HE GAZES INTO MY EYES WITH THE MOST, UNCONDITIONAL LOVING WORDS "I LOVE YOU". HIS GENTLE TOUCH LEAVING ME AGLOW, MAGNIFICANT SURGES OF SHINING LIGHT, PIERCING THRU THE BLACKNESS OF THE NIGHT >WITH THE UTTER MOST KINDNESS, AND UNDERSTANDING,AND PATIENCE OF HIS NATURE. LEAVING ME WITH THE BURNING, VIBRATING SENSATIONS AND DESIRES WITHIN MY SOUL. HIS UNCONDIONAL FORGIVENESS SWARMS ME, LIKE A THUNDEROUS CLOUD OF BEES; MEANWHILE THE SWEETNESS OF HIS WHISPERS BREATH SERENITY'S PEACE"; >SHIELDING ME WITH A GLORIOUS COAT OF ARMOUR. JOY GLOWING FROM MY HEARTS EXPRESSION, WITH AN ALL GRATEFUL SPIRIT FILLED FROM GRACE ANEW, IN MY FATHERS PRESSSENCE SAYING I LOVE YOU!
Wings beat through the wind of change Echoing drumsong on etheric skins We swoop to existence to feast upon Fermented stories plucked from Eden's memory Drunk on the possibilities of harvests fulfillment We migrate to a new golden dawn Still loving you for the hope as it springs eternal from the nail bed of your wounded heart. Who will part the heavens for thee as Moses parted the Sea? Suffer. Suffer little children. Be meek, be poor, endure another round of Karmic delight as the light remains hidden under a bushel of fear and we are left here living the fall out scurrying about in the destruction of our leaving. We have all been deceiving the holy ghost and at the very most we can try to be kind but the human mind is so disconnected from heart that we do not know where to start to heal. We can only feel as deep as our pain has allowed us It runneth over, our cup. They nailed you up and left you there to bleed their greed for suffering, licking lips at the sight of pain and once again they're howling for blood and bone. War alone shows us, I suppose. Not enough the rows on rows where desert grows crosses born to die in scorn. We all die. Heads severed and hung to dry just trying to please bodies blowing in the breeze strange fruit indeed. Yet you still bleed from every church wall and cemetery yet your cross is very very old. I've been told your Mother died For one whole year she cried at the agony of betrayals cost as all was lost of that bright dream. It sure doesn't seem any better to me. Jealousy and greed precede. I know we have to change and rearrange our thinking. We've made a stinking mess of the wisdom taught. We got caught in thinking, that life is so tough we could never be enough. You told us, these things we could do and more we just don't believe you anymore.
Onto others, is horror, and blood shed, where is the end; when will, we ever quit? Reacting to each other, with the utmost hatred, that around, a table, to talk, we can't sit. Toward another, is blame, and confusion, whom of us, will see; how will, we understand? Already are we, deciding to speak, our opinion, not even once, getting to know, one's shoes or land. Us together, with respect, and tolerance, why not now; what action, can we, now take? Instead of us, causing harm, to everyone, we should, realize, what is, truly at stake. For all, may not, and may never be, what is the outcome; what are, we destroying? The future of our children, can then, be in trouble, if this, is the path, that our world, is going.
God's Message to Man 2/2 Man, O Man, I also gave you the most precious gifts of music and poetry, To drain out your hatred, dirt's, anguish, agonies and pains, I gave you the wonderful childhood, the beauty of being in adolescence And the most sweet and splendid, the gift of being young, And to feel the strengths and pleasures of being young. I gave you wisdom and maturity, with the gift of knowledge sublime, Beyond every thing, the rare gift of music to sooth your throbbing heart. I also gave you, a bunch of beautiful Religions, beliefs and faiths, I gave you all these, so that you can enjoy the pleasures in Peace, I have given you every thing O Man, by which you could have made, A heaven on this beautiful earth. But Man, O Man, What in return, you have given to Your God, Only hatred, greed, violence, unrest without a sign of peace anywhere on earth But what has bothered Me a lot, Is your act of spoiling this beautiful earth You have spoiled every thing; I gave to you to make your life happy, So that you may live with peace and love, Should I take back every thing, I gave to you? Before you destroy this priceless wealth, by you acts. Think and rethink, O Man, The first thing which you should do Is to decrease your over burdening population, Or else I will have to do some thing to do so, It is never too late to improve yourself. Provided you can hear My Voice, O Humans Ravindra Kanpur India 20th April 2010 2010
My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts The pains ive felt slowly strip away Anger replaced with a numbing flay Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke Sailing me to the land of hope Worries washed away For now this is how I will spend my day Spralled out on the couch, Joint in my mouth
Now I know what my life was worth like debris to be cast upon the earth but you oh Father do lift me up and gave to me your chalice and cup The Word of the Kingdom we must spread so that those you call may be led in that they find your loving true to serve in your temple a creation new The path of this system will leave behind where walk they among habitation blind only with you can true love find changed within both heart and mind Those who with pain do us sting we pray for them to kindness bring to love not just those Christs others but all mankind who are our brothers Cast me not away when I make mistake to the pain and affliction of heartbreak with understanding and wisdom do lead because for your love I am in need I thank you for the King of Peace from the heartbreak of world do you release Many will never see the gifts you send or those whose love will help hearts mend To yourself you collect those spirits broken who recognize the words you have spoken you lead them as sheep though out the land to those who want to understand sources Psalms Proverbs and the Gospels COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
… to Stoop to that Level … I have to Fall from Grace … that Which is Beneath Me only Educe a Downcast Face … but, I would never Lower My Standard to Equal a Crazed Unconscionable Candor And Rancor Debased… … so, Snip, Snap, Yip and Yap … Honestly, I'll Pray for ' Me ' and You … for That, is the Wide Gap and Difference Between The Dry Well and Living-Water True yet, I Humbly Bow My Head so I can Lift Up Hope… … and Hands and Hearts-make-Glad … to Voices Shared … in Words 'He' Spoke 'Cause, I am ' 'MoonBee ' … I'll Not Cavil and to Let My Light Shine … I'll Never Stoop to That Level … I Must Only Rise … and Climb …
During my life… I've heard from many voices. I've been offered advice and many choices. There's many who want to tell me what to do.. I just never know what everyone's up to. But there's a voice that matters the most. It's the voice that I've already chose! It's a still small voice that calls out my name… It's different from the others. It's not the same! It's a voice that rings loud and very clear. It lets me know that God is very near! It's a voice that speaks very gently… It reassures me of God's love evidently. This voice has made a difference like no other. It's words are sweeter than the sweetest butter! It's the voice of Jesus that makes all of the difference. And has given to me a life-changing experience! As I grow old, and the days just "go by faster." I'll take the time and listen to my Lord and master! Won't you take time and listen to this voice? And allow God's spirit to be your first choice? His voice can bring peace to life's raging storms… Your life can be 100% transformed! His voice can make a difference in your life today! Al you have to do is; listen, trust and obey! By Jim Pemberton
For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. You had a dream of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingled like rainbows they silenced you, but your voice resounds now in those pastures not yet of peace and your dream is still a dream the dream you dreamt while others slept you said that you'd been to the mountain-top and they silenced your voice just then before your eyes saw that promised land of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures not yet of peace and yes, they silenced your voice but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart your spirit, like your dream is mingled with the wind in all those pastures not yet of peace and until we give life to your dream those pasture of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows shall remain simply your dream so as we remember you today and pledge that those pastures of peace are nourished first in each of us for only then will your dream will take root and blossom into our shared dream and the view from the mountain-top, radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
Radiance shines From among the Jack pines Is it all by design That radiance shines Long stretches of time Filled with rhythm and rhymes Is this really the time That radiance shines One moment a step, another behind A hand catches a hold, so very kind What is this, am I out of my mind Radiance shines
New hope carried my soul through summer travels its timing good karmic irony ,found in ancient parables I've dared myself to exceed my expectations I've survived with new creations displayed on the walls of art galleries in towns I'll never see sometimes wisdom must resolve indecision No desire no vision gave myself permission never to keep my distnce from success ...blessed
I'm trying to write a poem, so I need to sit here in peace. Just an hour or so, at least. Could you please be quiet? I'm feeling a little on edge, but I've managed to stay calm by listening to my favorite song. Could you please be quiet? I'm burning a soothing candle that smells of creamy toffee. Of this stress, I must be free. Could you please be quiet? I'm sitting here by myself and I still can't concentrate. It's getting really late. Could you please be quiet? I'm going to need some sleep. You're still here, playing your games. Let me get to the end of this page. Could you please be quiet? I'm thinking all day long. Because of you, I can't forget hopes for tomorrow and yesterday's regrets. I told you to be quiet.
These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best "plan." Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came "crashing down." I found that what really matters the mos