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The bat and the snake
From whose boots do they quake?
Transformation of a gilded nation.
An eternal hope of salvation.
Mired in grief and hope one seeks
From crisis of soul and eternity
Heal the meek
He imparts me with His royalty & fills me with His love for me
He seats me amongst nobility, renting showers from above
He takes me to His gardens—replete with gushing, bubbling springs
In a fractured, tormented soul...
It has been said there are many rooms.
But some prefer, I think...
To forever call them tombs.
Poor spliced-trashed souls wander motionless...
Next to impossible to convince...
Devoid the faculty to trust.
To have been this way forever since...
Yet, hoping to trample his doubts into dust.
Finding it so irrefutably hard to believe...
to truly enjoy nature is to experience absolute tranquility
one cannot notice the tiny ant exploring the leaf of the vine
as it violently assaults the husk of the tree in its everlasting
In God’s hands I am a voice to speak
of all the wondrous things
that he has put here for the joy
that life occasionally brings.
And as I write he guides my hand
to make his presence known
Just when I thought all hope was gone,you gave me the strength to carry on
As I walk into the land, our salvation is in your hands.
When I opened my heart to you, your love it has guided me through
I talked to the sun, moon, and stars before I reached heaven just in case you left a message for me to address it, I felt your presence like a gift left by the universe that was unexpected, I caught the lesson so I undressed it and redirect it lik
I talked to the sun, moon, and stars before I reached heaven just in case you left a message for me to address it, I felt your presence like a gift left by the universe that was unexpected, I caught the lesson so I undressed it and redirect it lik
I talked to the sun, moon, and stars before I reached heaven just in case you left a message for me to address it, I felt your presence like a gift left by the universe that was unexpected, I caught the lesson so I undressed it and redirect it lik
Stark white beaches contrasting glasslike water enchants;
drawing many souls close, so close they are engulfed in it.
Hopelessly consumed selfishly by the veneer opting to idle
Ready for what ain't been before, I ain't for war, fly high, I aim for more, let the rain poor, headed to the main floor, See God in my sight, Christ in my light, cried so many nights, you can find me in the city with many lights, gave my life to
Flower in my hand, power in my hand, waiting for the spaceship, don't know when I’m going to land, taken from the motherland, things they don't understand, leaving with nothing but what I came with, I plead the fifth, that's my language, light the
When you see you breathing, it’s key to believing, they proceed with deceiving, we succeed with achieving, this is real I ain’t dreaming, how can we heal when you scheming, in the motherland we keep it real cause our heart is gleaming, prayer hand
"She's skinned in night portray. Only the light comprehend her. They said she's
beauty, and
power, for the
treasures hidden
underneath her skin, of no measure, she kin with pleasure.
Her mind make
Our bodies one day will be viewed instead of computer screens
like the papyrus of the Egyptians or of Sumer
I don't mean in tattoos or as piercings
Or rouge or like eye shadow
One day people will be funny by being
There was no image to witness of the fall of man
That was until Sir Isaac noticed an apple fall from a tree.
And then he thought, man like this apple will be weighted down by the limitations of his own nature.
Ezekiel’s wheel turned ‘round and ‘round Fiery ball above the groundOut stepped a man to his surpriseSkin of bronze with fiery eyesHe uttered not a sound nor even a wordEzekiel understood and also heardInto the wheel spin and flyPenetrating the de
His voicein my heartin my soulguiding me forwardsguiding me low.
My thoughtsare my ownthey echo inside my head
Spread lovenot hatenot fearnot disharmony
Hungry swords on dying days
Running time in weaknesses find figures from ways
Myths made man bleed with war’s mortality
Peace travels through Fortune’s winds.
This must be GROWTHIt's neither about an increase in size,nor the comeliness of my thighs,a lesson on puberty,or how time flies. It's an enlarging on the inside,though unseen by mere eyes,but cannot be denied,I speak of a strength supplied. See, t
wrestling with evilwear complete suit of armor~ conquer with courage.rescued from onslaughtlies and misinformation~ loins girded with truth.safeguarding our heartsresisting the evil day
when the ray hits you
it reminds you of life
not of the current
but of life at its source
it brings up the issues
from inside your bones
and beneath your skin
interrupting hibernation
it is time again to be
grappling at being free
again I must be coming down
the path in which I wear the crown
for with it comes, the waves of pain
they've come to haunt me once again
God has sent the Angels near
closest to the one that fears
even though you are alone
resting due to casted stones
a light nearby will slowly heal
your broken soul, so well concealed
while traveling abroad
within the confounds of your mind
you will discover the passages
entering through those
the gods and goddesses
have granted access
throughout your mindful jog
the dead, they sleep beneath the trees
in the dirt where no man sees
all the living walk above
some in hatred, others love
few have realized the truth
From isolation’s depth
your hand reached out to me, yet
I slapped it away,
my ignorance blinding me.
Love is the greatest power...
To move you from outside to your inside..
Take a deep breath... There is love
Laughter... There is love
In tears .. There is love
God who created the earth and skythe deepest seas and the highest peaksturned over the reins to Mother Natureto keep earth healthy and not let it die.
Natural prism in the atmospheregood fortune should come our wayjust follow the leprechaun to the endand find what they proclaim.
TOMORROW, I'll cry for all the world,for all the things gone wrong.I will cry for every techered bird who has lost her joyful song.I will cry for ever flower who has lost his colour.
Where is the magic?We all start out knowing magic.We are born with hurricanesand whirlwinds, oceansand galaxies inside us.We are able to sing to birdsand read the cloudsand see the destiny
i ask the lips, why are you crying?'I lost my colour, i lost my flame, i lost my longing'.The eye says:'I lost the inward tenderness,fade the light around me'and the ear,'i don't hear harmonies
And at the end, what?what happens to the living when they die?what happens to the tears when the eyes close?Where do the stars go when we don't dream?where the pain of memory goes?
To dream with the black man in one eye
and the white in the other,
We know so little,so little, almost nothingand this is only truth,when and from where?from the fissure of infinityand the unreel of time,lonely splinterswe wander on dreamy travels,
Dawn meet the light, and the twillight the moonall are mirageson labyrinth of mind,ever since time waking.Do you think that our existencemakes any differenceto this vast universe?
Listen,if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.It means someone wants to love,Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
A marriage between God and creation:
Intimacy, truly God’s plan.
The act of creation is not done alone.
In time reflected moments become a stream,
when individuality touches that perfect seem.
Captivated by joyous harmony that sound,
improvised texture within is found.
These feelings consume my bones, as a distant depression arose, those feelings of freedom and destiny are dethroned. I would not have been happy, but would I have meaning?
Above the twilight faintest glimmer,
end-summer evening turning to reddish dimmer.
The lonely star of love in dusky shine,
into the ocean of faint and far to prime.
It is a transcendenceof space and time.A place to dieand be bornand liveand learnand lose and gain.
You created me to be
The one and only me
For all my faults and sins
You've taught me love always wins
For sad nights and glory days
You have always guided me and shown me the way
Driving down the road of Life. There is pleasure,there is strife.
Walking through the trail of Years.There are hopes,there are fears.
Floating in the sky of Dreams. There are whispers,there are screams.
breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes
dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers
soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding
Christ is all I need to succeed.
His Word is sufficient for my fulfillment.
His approval is all that I need.
For he sees my every good deed.
His Love is enough for me.
Ya Know …
My Form of... " Spiritual "...
Is Really... Quite Simple...
Live In PEACE And KEEP Negativity...
Where It... NEEDS To Be... !!!
As I travel through life's valley,
indications of His love continue to rise
and I'm assured that my sorrows and losses
are simply, " Blessings in disguise."
therefore I'll follow wherever he leadeth-
They say to be whole, you need to have faith.
To truly find God,you need to find grace.
What they forget to share, in your crusade to pass,is that the road to heaven is paved.
With broken glass.
Boots by Chloe Bernards
I had expected angst and nerves
And instead I got freedom
A trail winded me through
And the liberty of making a new one not yet created
Cloudy blue stretches itself with grey yellow beams
the faint moon in observation as it seems
salty fragrance by captured firmament
Space-
truly the final frontier
it is limitless
and it's expanse
unreachable, unmeasurable, unknowable...
Still,
we are a curious species,
full of questions
wanting to understand,
I have set the stars in place so that your eyes may see wonder and the moon so that you may hold my beauty in your hearts. Thunder and lightning so that you may hear the sound of my beating heart and see my radient light that flashes in rythme.
I wandered alone
Clinging to things not my own
Placing my worth in them
Painting my future with brushes of past
Thinking that love would never last
Jumping from sin to sin
I’ve been through the Storm
Didn’t hurt till IT was gone.
I’ve been torn apart…
Now’s the time to start…
Are you ready to start?
Hate Me,
Or Love Me,
Or Leave Me Alone…
There Was A Knock On The Door
I Bolted From My Chair
But B4 I Could Ascertain
The Presence of the Caller
Holmes Intercepted and Like A Cat
Flung Open The
Veil of Our Solitude.
Sometimes in the late evening
I can feel a presence near me.
A friend visits and asks a favor.
I can not refuse the smile of nervous
expectation/exaltation,
the crown and the valley
Take me Mother Consciousness
To the Kingdom of the Pyramids
Where Nothing Is
And Eternity lasts
Where time
Is neither slow
Nor fast
Father faith
I call perception
Lead me past
No longer the lamb
Fattened for the feast
Sheared for the fleece
Shepherded by the damned
Mindless fellow man
Common mind of the flock
Dictates what you eat
Who will make it big
Upon the opening
of the Eye
The Universe is destroyed
All becomes
as Not
Ultimately More Subtle
In Mind
More Supple and Graceful
In Movement
Inherently Artful
In Thought
The Aristocracy will rise
against The Witch of Modern Times
The Witch that was
will watch and wait
Telling Tails
Already Told
The Witch 2B
will overpower
as The Light
Grows Bright
The Rat Faced Baboon
Follows The Magician
With Instrument In Hand
Notes R Taken
Re-laid, Intoned and Spoken
Share This With Those
Who K/No/w K/Not
Understanding
Cumms With The Game
“God is a Joker, and I AM a Fool”,
So Spake the King of Cups to the
Two of Swords.
Her response, balanced and true,
“I Know”.
Enter The Bride and Spirit
Her Guide.
In Silence She Spoke,
The Seed
Of Content
Dissent
Distant
Intent
Reach
Revival
Survival
Through Arrival
Star-Star
Whey-(afar)
Lips Speaking
Quick
What was said?
They're coming (cumming)
to get me
I saw THEM last night
Dressed in variance
The Shades
"Give IT to US",
they indiscreetly screamed
Thought I wasn't listening
As they beamed
The City is frightening me.
The City's cities
R frightening to me.
Babies beware,
Strangers rape there.
The girls
Stand and laugh,
While
The men
Get it on.
Silly little b-ing
Taking stock in everything
Recording the day
The date
And the Hour
The building,
Climbing
And falling from towers.
The light of the night
The night of the Light
They can twist and turn,
bend and rend a thing into being,
or keep it from becoming.
A turn of the tongue,
a twist of the head,
a light...
What is beginning
to come into sight...
What are the words
That I need Speak.
Temptations, Insatiable fire,
That breeds and bleeds
And demands attention.
The frustration of chains,
Unspeakable tortures and pain,
Desires unquenchable,
It's a Strange kind of Hunger
This Craving for Release...
A Blind
and Wanton Hunger...
Embrace and love
The Beast
The Beast that has no Face
No Tail
No tongue
No Brain
Knock knock
No ones Home
Just an Empty House
That We Call Home.
Another Tym,
Another Place,
Another Door,
Another Face.
Knock knock
The Sleeper Stirs...
You're my sadness,
Also my happiness
You're my lover,
Also my enemy
You're my laughters,
Now the leaves are turning to shades of oranges, yellows, and reds, 1
and the ash of yesteryear's past has eluded me, as have my regrets. 2
Tonight, as I stayed alone.An apparition came to me.Quietly whispered, my name.Rose, a vapor from the ground.
Quickly occupied.Every shadow.Darkened corner.Moved, amist.
Silent, the moment speaks
in tempation it runs
quickly into the folds of desire
all at once and none at all
shadowing the light I hold beside you
into a darkness you never knew
The iconic place in my Dream,
Is the symbol of quirky peace.
The verdant land, azure sky
And
Flowers of multiple colours,
Which one I should describe,
Red, yellow or purple blur.
Bus people really have a lot of time to think.. Weary, they are always on the brink of knowing what's it's all about. Bumping, heaving, sleeve-to-sleeving their way to work. Yearning to be back in bed, learning they are spiritually dead.. And all
When I ponder about life's existence,
I have patience rather than vanity
In the American experience-
USA, with gloat, loses sanity;
Grasping this entire world of disorder,
I open my mind's lid like the drawer of a filing cabinet.
It is the place where thoughts, dreams, and memories thrive.
Letters of knowledge organized just like books in a library.
The daytime dreamer is always so beautifully alive
in her mind.
But, she looks so cold -
on the outside; like an aged book
with a cracked spine.
I feel like
I'm drowning.
Lord, I need you.
Be my life jacket.
Keep me afloat.
Reach into the raging waters
And take me by the hand.
Allow me to express my deepest gratitude
In words deep from in my soul
You are always there when I wake up
And the first one to answer when I call
You taught me how to open my heart
Who can see the Lord?
Our creator invisible.
Like the winds only heard
So you see I’m the strong friend.The one that you run to when you need some advice. When your dude ain’t treating you right! When you and your mom had a fight!
Spiritual solitude
When your life becomes a new
When truth becomes your view
When you shed the pain and hurt you have been through
Now like a butterfly finally leaving its cocoon
All I wanted...
I’m just tryna make it through
I’m just tryna make a better way
I’m just trying to see you through
Nobody knew the pain, all they seen is what they wanted
As we draw closer, We become the naked vine. The two become one- Breath combined.
Her skin so soft, like petals of a rose...His hands fall across her, like a gentle breeze blows.
You see
It wasnt always this way
when the time passed it brought colors
for sometime its only gifted grey
its a mindset they say
trapped in my own behavior
the devil next door
Early in the morning I sacrificed my time and my sleep to climb this mountain.
While all was still dark and asleep, we were all awake. And so we began.
you can only get so deep before bursting into tears
being vulnerable is hard before it’s easy
where’s the key that opens up all the locks
Everyday I wake up thinking it's a brand new day
But things are the same, it never seems to change
Time flies by and my money waves good bye..
But
Oh river spirit,
Whom no other druid can outrank
We watch as you splash the banks.
Your hair flowing in white peaked locks
We feel your joy as you swim with the current and move the rocks.
This is our last chance to grieve
Dear Lord, I was only thirteen
The host of trepidation freshly forgot,
You coerced forgiveness from fester and rot
Pieta Pieta
The death of your son fulfilled time.
Your praying face shows the peacefulness of the moment.
Mighty is your love,
Let your house be a home for you, and if it's not then make some room for the God in you
Open up your doors to the Spirit of love, alive in you, He is alive in you, let His wisdom enlighten you
YOU CAN'T HAVE MY CROWN IT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU, IT BELONGS
TO ME...
I HAVE WORKED HARD FOR ALL MY BLESSINGS OF STRENGTH
AND CREATIVITY..
I CONQURED DEPRESSION AND DESTRUCTION..
Celestial being carrying feminine power
You share the light with the universe
you are a creator, a painter for this dimension,
you inspire me to ascend to my higher self
and have helped me while I was at my lowest
I listen to the Lord, every single night I bow my head and pray to you oh Lord.
I wish to be closer to you God. Like my garden angel, that hugs me so warmly.
I wake up, ready to die
But every night, I fall asleep wanting to stay alive.On this depression, my soul does not thrive.With this expression, I hope to revive.
Is God just an illusionIs religion just an institution?People say the deadare looking down on usI wish it were truebut don't the deadhave better things to do?Are they still a part of this world?
Open your door, and walk outside.The cool breeze running it's oxygenized fingers through my strong blonde hair.There's no need for negativity at a time like this.
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
You taught me how to be a "man"
My bad. You taught me how to be responsible
You taught me to stare at the obstacles
And overcome the impossible
You taught me that sometimes
I must blaze my own trail
I choose to accompany myself when I'm feeling lonely To detach toxicity because unreciprocated love becomes fundamentally pronely I'm investing the time & effort to expose the gold in my very soul To keep that light lit without the urge of hav
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work.
But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
I kept close watch of him barely through a keyhole, but just enough to see him grow.
This way I could learn from him, see how life blooms in the dark. It must be done.
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
All people walking this Mother Earth.Did you know you have eternal worth?That you hold within a true radiant light.Did you know it is a spiritual guide?Did you know there's more to life than to work and die?That you came to earth to live a greater
In a vision of hardened hearts and blinded minds;partaking of the precious fruit may seem like a waste of time. I bare the sweetest fruit in all the earth.Nothing can compare. I can satisfy your thirst and hunger for relief from this world.
Deceivers, yes they do deceive.
Believers, o how they believe.
Take heed to the warning,
Let me be, I must proceed.
Blindly walking in misconception,
Twenty Sixteen was a year of deception.
(LOW)
I call this transformation
This is Transformation
This is Transformation growing from seeds
Of beauty
Where the pith of self has been blown
There's a rhythm in my heart.
The beat is the bass,
and the tempo is the pace.
In the background there's a melody.
It plays with grace.
Charitable to the soul, is it.
Somewhere between my birth and death,
flowers wilt and sulk, leaves breakaway,
and the wind carries the seedlings.
Things fall and deteriorate,
Our lives are like a song.
God is the composer
and we are the musicians.
We never meet His
full expectations.
My battles are not won
through soldiers.
I, rather, battle what
cannot be seen.
The war is ugly, brutal.
I journeyed through the world, overland and overseas. I was born where the sun never sets and never rises. I was purged out into a place, where the heat became my second skin.I went through thick and thin, and I became an African prince.
There are those who know
But refuse to grow
They had a taste of the truth
And walking around not showing any proof
For they are corrupted and want the way of wrong
And choose to follow those that are gone
Father It's a cloud of Irritability followed by a wrath of hostility.
Help me because I don't want to walk in displeasure
For I know better.
That with you I can do all things and be such a beautiful Priceless treasure.
Upon death the Spirit was born
Not heralding a crown or extravagantly adorned
The Spirit was free, and had a right to be
Heaven's soft rain dusts my soul
Tinting my skin a rosy gold
I'm swamped by tears inside this skin
How long to bring outside what's in?
Halfway between the Earth and sky
I asked the Beings
hopping up the pebbles
of my spine
if their pattering
feet left watery
prints on bone
-if such shadowed
When my soul
Will form more now part of the universe
Of the blue color until the black
Because my soul like black
It is combination of all colors
My body is a temple
Which I used to respect
But now, I’ve gone and fucked it up
My temple is a mess
Awake, my soul, awake, Throw off the cloth of ease Try thy own weight and strength Cast off the dust, and reach Arise and stretch Arise and feel Awake, my soul, awake, Chase away the sleep
Looking up I see you there;A star shining in the sky.Like a dimond hovering,There above the place I lie,
The storm rages on inside,I'm drowning in this deep sea.I steel myself against it,Praying you'd rescue me.
I remain a silhouette A shadow behind an unrequited love The dweller of the mysterious apartment,Several floors above the cheaters and false loversThis is how they treat the poet
God you got my soul. When I drowned and fell through water that shattered. All the broken peices that fell off of me. Like a puzzle peice. Instantly binded. You glued all the peices back inside of me.
There is one thing I never leave at home.My asana practice.I take my practice with me everywhere.
If I was stranded in the middle of the desert,I would need camel pose.
I’m breathing
But am I living?
Do I wake up each morning ready
for the unpredictable opportunities of the day?
When a new door opens, do I step through?
Cavern.
Plic.
An endless cavern.
Plic.
Plic.
Upon first glance, there is only darkness.
Plic.
Plic.
But to those who wait...
To those who listen
Plic.
There’s something about your presence
I just can’t explain
It’s like burning fire and pouring rain
Take my hands
Take my feet
Make me your sanctuary
I've felt so distant lately
With so much on my mind
I've wanted to talk to you
But I never found the time
But now I am ready
Ready to lay it down
He was dead for three days
Died for us on Calvary
But when people heard that Jesus rose,
There were whispers of hope
Whispers of truth
The unknown became known
Heal my broken pieces
Make my life brand new
Take all my plans
I give them all to you
No more darkness
I am in the light
I will not stop until my soul is satisfied
Fire burn in me
Anointing rain on me
Fire burn in me
I hear you calling
But my fuel’s on empty
I need your spirit to stir up a fire in me
Hear my prayer, oh Lord
This is my cry out
This is my petition
I’ll let it be your decision
Hear the words from my lips
I am weak from my enemies
As the wind blows
And the birds sing
Free is what I’ll be
When others mourn
For those who died
Free is what I’ll be
You might be chained
I have three ropes
Holding me down
About to go in
A lake & drown
At the end of these ropes
Are three red bricks
If I were to cut a rope
Gravity so strong
No one can stand
Yet all breath in
What's not in His hands
He draws me close
He pulls and tugs
My heart beats fast
It Ain't Heaven till you get here
The stars are not as bright nor the moonlight as sweet
It is not the same until I find you in my arms
The air is damp and musty without you
Girl, let me hold you close
And give you all of my charms
Your body shivers towards mine
Together our love will shine
A courtship that has a deep meaning
We both can touch the ceiling
i'm searching for a word, i know not how to say
i'm searching the imaginary, to bring to reality
waiting for a moment, with no concept of time
Between the winds and the pin drop silence,There is this place I call my comfort zone
Between the rains and the clear skies,There is this place I call my home.
Fear the mind, for it is your enemy and your ally.
Beware the heart, for there is no control nor escape.
The mind and heart create the soul.
The moon is a symbolDespite the darkness, somewhere out there is our source of light
I.
As I ambled, disconnected from the intricate outlet
From the shielded.
I pondered into the immense depths of the collosal evergreens
Sunlight, a barely gleaming ray seeping
Seeping an exhaustive picture
This shame you make me feel
For telling the truth
For standing up for myself
Is shame unjustified.
This guilt you plant in me
For apologizing
For being too honest
Is guilt unjustified.
Dishonesty creeping
Through trembling fingers
Acts normal on the outside
While hate grows within.
All the while guilt and
Apprehension stir in the object
My viewers are facing
What they know they see,
They say they see,
They think they see.
But it's just the casing
I know they see,
I would say they see.
My tongue is rolling, twiriling and clicking.
My lips are pressing against tongue and cheek.
My throat erupts in a sound uncertain.
Trying to conjure words of language whose dialect has been long lost.
Behind these eyes shows who I really am
What you have seen , is just a mask
I look so brave with fire in my eyes
But in my heart there is a surprise
I seem strong and always happy
MY BLESS-ED REDEEMER FOREVER HE LIVES!
OUR SICKNESSES HE HEALS, OUR SINS HE FORGIVES!
JESUS IS LORD! HE IS OUR VERY BEST FRIEND,
WHEN HE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN,
HE SAID IM COMING AGAIN!
Potters Clay by L.C
Pictures painted
without a brush
And sketches drawn
with just a touch
As potter's clay
We start to mold
Way Back when
I was never thin
But the desire to be in-
The in crowd Grew out of control
I was never myself
I was never Pres
in the public eye
I was always who they pictured me to be
Love
This is a word that once had so much meaning
But now?
It's just another word
You use it to entrap someone
To control a soul yearning for love
Real love
Not the kind that you throw around
The forest:
I go here to be at peace.
My spiritual place that
spills its breath onto the world
in the bird’s call of morning
and the owl’s song of night.
Here is my serenity,
The devil is chasing me
Always has been
Since the day I was conceived
He tries to make me give in
Though there're many enticements
And many temptations
We gather around to enjoy this feast
What a delight to deliver this beast
As delicious and sweet enter our mouths
While so much joy surrounds my house
Laughter and cheer, no poppy has caused
Is it mine to keep? I wonder and weep. Should I change my ways? I do not wish to disobey. Shackled is my heart in this decision, For the future is a blurry vision. The path I seek, is it labeled for me, Does good conquer all deeds?
Open yourself,
A rose-flowered portal,
To a party
A game
A dance.
Sing with the world to hear you,
Freedom is not in silence.
Spin out your arms
And take in strangers,
You walk lightly upon the earth
Made up of stardust and love.
Running through time in an unresting pace.
Awakening like the sun
These big and strong trees
Have a great tunnel like view
with their evergreen leaves
My mother of Resolution
A mother of hope
A listener of wisdom
My detective of crime
Understanding of all imperfections
Loving, caring, compassionate
I met you once on the side of the road
you were walking in no particular direction
You said your name was wanderer
and you were searching for an end
At night you slept looking at your compass
Cloaked by shadows,Enshrouded in mystery,You stalk through the night. The book is open,The fate unwritten,You search for what is right.
She fought the good fightagainst the shadows.We were tough butthey were tougher.Side by side, wetook them down.One by one, theyfell around
Burning tears have purified these years
All the way clear and the desire’s still here
There is a vast ocean,
which engulfs every aspect of existence.
It submerges life,
under its path like a pestilence.
It has been present since the fall,
none can escape its wrath,
I live in the shadows to
let you soak up the sun. It looks
better in your skin than mine. I let it
go. (watched you slipped so rapidly) I'm
moving along. I cannot hear the lovely ballad of songs
I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now i see / In all my years I never knew how true this was for me/ I came from a home full of doubt, full of despise/
Sunshine will burstthrough my ribcageand illuminate the skywith a warm yellow lightthat will pourover your skinduring yourcoldest winters.Daffodils will sprout from myeye sockets
Dear God, give me guidance
Please just take this walk with me
For I've lost sight of you, and the Devil is all I see.
Lord, I'd rather be blind
Than witness nothing other than lies.
You were suppose to be the first man in my life.
You were suppose to tuck me in bed and wipe the tears that I shed.
You were suppose to hold me the day I was born.
Call me your princess your bundle of joy.
I had a dream that I was floating
Towards a world unknown.
Everything around me was frozen
As if time had ceased.
A voice approached me
From an unknown location
"You are destined,"
Develop a force that is unseen. Cover it in the heaviest of armor, no man nor woman can lift. Pitched to the finest tune it's will is to soothe, disguised in rotten tastes, as simple beings we- must turn away.
Our faith is our sail
Intuition the wind
The life we've built for ourselves is the hull beneath our feet
The world may get rough at times
The seas shaky and the winds turbulent
The devil may put trials in front of you but it is your choice to follow or lead. Your third eye shows you ways to the world and the demonic sence to some holy pastures. Are you perfect? Are you really you? Is your name really Sue?
Every time I sleep; pains on my brain’.Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein.From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain.I can’t predict the weather nor the range of the rain.But hope for the station of this moving train.Thou death is s
Here you’ll find an infinite script of unpragmatic thought, impulsive feeling…and unfortunately quite a bit of a discrepancy between spiritual liveliness and spiritual listlessness.
Jacob dreams of ladders
Two roads diverge
Nothing really matters
But please, dont let it hurt
Up ahead
Down the road
Gods and Angels
Make their toasts
Down below
A voice inside a soulThe emotion, the strength, the hidden confidence That sometimes never releases; or is trapped on paper By the pen that squeezes out the voice onto a sheet ...Then another sheet, another sheet!It becomes journal of dreams we wa
Momma, don't you feel the water?
The water that drips all day?
Momma, it pours harder,
It will not go away,
I haven't read the Bible,
Don't recall the date,
But it's when I was stronger,
I want to meet Miss Right
A woman who balances my stubborn ways
A woman that overcomes my adversities with me
A woman who keeps my peace and sanity
A woman who is conscious and aware of unhealthy paradigms
You set the mold
Every day consists of pieces of you
Differentiate life lessons and sheer misery
I’m unable to see
That words can mean more than deceit
This can't be all that’s around me
When you awake
May the lighters light
May your heart love
May the sun shine
Right above us
May your actions be worthy
May your hunger be hardy
May your drive have engine
May your soul have a mission
My breath releases cosmic realities, dances with our collective senses.
My feet sweep across the skin of Mother Earthas my back is caressed by the songs of Father Sun.
I walked inside the shadows
Hiding my face and who I was
I had no voice
I could not speak
Choking on the breaths I could not breathe
I wandered quickly
Anxiously
I fell deeper into the dark
If I wandered into a bar and got drunk,
I would leave feeling pleasured and great,
Only to find my head spinning the next day.
Surely there is more to life.
A Gardener scatters seeds on the earth-Each taking root in a different spot-With the end goal of having enough worth-To grace the Master's table in a pot.-Beautiful flowers are these that were bought-Having no blemish, yet at a great price-To the
Teeming with multiple personalities,
I feel the Legion swell within me.
I fight against
Layers of self-defense.
Long gone, the search to fleet just a virus.
With eyes, undecided, how can they locate a difference?
There seems to be a call of attention to every earthquake that manifests its presence with casualties.
As for the uncountable micro-tremors, the shakings in the low and lonesome corners of the Earth, they are unheard of.
The dots on the wall become bugs; crawl.
Your second skin implores you to buy in.
Allow the separation of sanity to fall,
Like the rain of grace, with razors instead of peace.
The vociferous outward expression;
The Iight
at the end
of the tunnel
is weak
and dark
yet no one
wants to shine
the light to see
all the possibilties.
They love to stay hidden
in their despair
and torment-
you are scraping at the ground
with bloodied bare fingers,
eyelids nailed shut
and a staggering weight on your shoulders,
your ankles chewed raw from every time
you stood, raised a hand to your shredded neck,
I tried to find him in the woods and in the desert,
in the sky and in the ocean,
in the cave and on the mountain.
The wind and water hummed with echoes of his voice.
Hello my name is Benjamin
Like I don’t know what rhymes with Benjamin
Or this bed I’m in
All I know is how dead I’ve been
The song of the unspoken soldier
I am not sure why we were to be left here.
Gunshots blowing, streaking past our faces.
The great abyss of death and sadness
Only to be remised as light streaking by our eyes.
Upon each wingéd criticism float
hollow sadness extending infinite within,
devouring seeming core of self eroded,
still suspended in earthly bondage.
Step by step she takes
Holding her breath
all of the way
“She knows what everything’s about”
they say
Not a single hair
out
of
place
Her words are precious because
Among the ebb and flow of the Earth
Among the flourishing promise of human life
Among whatever secrets this land may hold beneath my feet
True peace lies in the sand
She takes a moment to look at her life
Strife after strife
Day and night
And after all these trials
The sinews and might of her soul are strong, strong indeed
And she can laugh at whatever comes her way
She takes a moment to look at her life
Strife after strife
Day and night
And after all these trials
The sinews and might of her soul are strong, strong indeed
And she can laugh at whatever comes her way
I questioned my intelligence
And life’s depth and relevance
Mom should’ve remained celibate
Or at least used a contraceptive
To give me protection
Against my own conception
It’s got me mentally arrested
Course as wind, the spirit paces in all the hallways we have yet to discover within ourselves
Untouched portals and crooked thoughts of mankind clash, leaving the seekers tongue tied.
