Esoteric
Anonymous
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Reading Incomplete
He was
an one page
open book
in a Cosmos encyclopedia
of infinite
open volumes...
an one page
open book
in a Cosmos encyclopedia
of infinite
open volumes...
Written by takis1917
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Anonymous
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Salt In The Wind
Today I realize
Angels are here with me
This city just won't let me be
The wicked are always at my door
They keep crying out for more
Voices echoing in my head
Saying leave here before you're dead
Don't look back my friend
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind
Here on this mountain
There's no peace within me
I pray for you to set me free
Everything I can't remember
They took from me in disgrace
In their attempt to save the human race
Voices echoing in my head
Saying leave here before you're dead
Don't look back my friend
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind
Like salt in the wind
(Instrumental)
I'm trapped in the beginning of the end
I can't see my blessings, Just my sins
They say don't look back my friend
Everything I can't remember
They took from me in disgrace
In their attempt to save the human race
Voices echoing in my head
Saying leave here before you're dead
Don't look back my friend
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind
Like salt in the wind
Angels are here with me
This city just won't let me be
The wicked are always at my door
They keep crying out for more
Voices echoing in my head
Saying leave here before you're dead
Don't look back my friend
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind
Here on this mountain
There's no peace within me
I pray for you to set me free
Everything I can't remember
They took from me in disgrace
In their attempt to save the human race
Voices echoing in my head
Saying leave here before you're dead
Don't look back my friend
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind
Like salt in the wind
(Instrumental)
I'm trapped in the beginning of the end
I can't see my blessings, Just my sins
They say don't look back my friend
Everything I can't remember
They took from me in disgrace
In their attempt to save the human race
Voices echoing in my head
Saying leave here before you're dead
Don't look back my friend
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind
Like salt in the wind
Written by buddydog
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Divinely Mortal
Music carries sparks of holiness
from loftiest heavenly heights
We are entrusted, emotional souls
in joining that which is holy and profane
Creating immortality in sacred harmony
How could mere man have stolen
the most sacred song of the dawn?
Angels sing the chorus reverently
that masses now carelessly devour
Mortal voices arouse Divine Mercy
No other creation above or below
has such power over their Creator
Riotous angels rage in defiant envy
Shameless theft of holiest melodies
causes a rebellion the likes unseen
All the Celestial court calls for revenge
The Creator turns to them a deaf ear
Mortals have the potential for power
Greater than all of the heavenly host
a few have ascended alive to Heaven
The Creator has descended at prophet’s request
How can such temporary beings like people
dare to make such demands of the Creator?
Only mortal physicality is fleeting because
souls travel from Above to Below repeatedly
Humans are both mortal and divine
Made in the image of the Creator of All
Unlike angels, we have free will, choice
they have no existence past their singular tasks
People unite today and forever by living
from loftiest heavenly heights
We are entrusted, emotional souls
in joining that which is holy and profane
Creating immortality in sacred harmony
How could mere man have stolen
the most sacred song of the dawn?
Angels sing the chorus reverently
that masses now carelessly devour
Mortal voices arouse Divine Mercy
No other creation above or below
has such power over their Creator
Riotous angels rage in defiant envy
Shameless theft of holiest melodies
causes a rebellion the likes unseen
All the Celestial court calls for revenge
The Creator turns to them a deaf ear
Mortals have the potential for power
Greater than all of the heavenly host
a few have ascended alive to Heaven
The Creator has descended at prophet’s request
How can such temporary beings like people
dare to make such demands of the Creator?
Only mortal physicality is fleeting because
souls travel from Above to Below repeatedly
Humans are both mortal and divine
Made in the image of the Creator of All
Unlike angels, we have free will, choice
they have no existence past their singular tasks
People unite today and forever by living
Written by inechoingsilence
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RIGHT NOW
What am I left with?
A semaphore signal I don’t understand
some counter-force operating underhand
and a rocky faith
which keeps trying to tell me
“all is well”.
How can people be so damn sure?
I draw an open blank
and say “maybe … maybe not”
then cling to my cup of coffee
take a deep breath
and think “right now, this is what I’ve got”.
What am I left with?
A semaphore signal I don’t understand
some counter-force operating underhand
and a rocky faith
which keeps trying to tell me
“all is well”.
How can people be so damn sure?
I draw an open blank
and say “maybe … maybe not”
then cling to my cup of coffee
take a deep breath
and think “right now, this is what I’ve got”.
Anonymous
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Twin Flames Sometimes Burn Apart
Chased through the very fabric of time
seen the sun rise in the east again in the west
witnessed tiamet plummet down
as the atlantians scratched their heads
scribe to the most high
fought wars for you died many more
that sacrificial goat on loves altar
Our story always the same
one runs
the other gives chase
on the prowl hungry like the wolves
remember little owl
write this day in the akashic records
when the sun kissed the moon
it was not the dish that ran off with her
but the night
for a chapter at least
Chased through the very fabric of time
seen the sun rise in the east again in the west
witnessed tiamet plummet down
as the atlantians scratched their heads
scribe to the most high
fought wars for you died many more
that sacrificial goat on loves altar
Our story always the same
one runs
the other gives chase
on the prowl hungry like the wolves
remember little owl
write this day in the akashic records
when the sun kissed the moon
it was not the dish that ran off with her
but the night
for a chapter at least
Anonymous
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Is it not
a lonely place
where your body
sleeps
while your brain
decides
your fate
on the decisions
that your mind
creates
for your actions
to anticipate
the crying deep within
your inner ear
commonsense reason
sobbing
in loneliness
and fear
a lonely place
where your body
sleeps
while your brain
decides
your fate
on the decisions
that your mind
creates
for your actions
to anticipate
the crying deep within
your inner ear
commonsense reason
sobbing
in loneliness
and fear
