#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
cold_fusion said:Tue, 16/03/2021
2114 AEDST
NP#70
i left a piece
of my childhood
at my mother's door
for i knew
if i didn't
i wouldn't have
anything resembling me
if and when
i return
for the barbed wire clenching
and barefoot crossing
of burning coals
would wipe
anything that resembled
any print that once had the
signature
of innocence
no tears
no fears
just the resolve
to make it back
one day
i hope that toy
buried outside my door
survives
till I make it...
.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
💜-it cf!
2114 AEDST
NP#70
i left a piece
of my childhood
at my mother's door
for i knew
if i didn't
i wouldn't have
anything resembling me
if and when
i return
for the barbed wire clenching
and barefoot crossing
of burning coals
would wipe
anything that resembled
any print that once had the
signature
of innocence
no tears
no fears
just the resolve
to make it back
one day
i hope that toy
buried outside my door
survives
till I make it...
.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
💜-it cf!
Butterfly
I softy moaned my heart’s desire
He came unto my Chi like a beautiful rainstorm
Merged my brain with his, rapture felt as molten fire
Sultry words kept my heart basked in his comforting warmth
Invaded the Root Charka of my soul with poetic dreams
Two lips serenading, consoling within the blindness of dark
Revealed cadence of his bodily songs, so true, so sweet, so serene
So many lyrics for others, so many melodies, yet, his voice silently larks, his love lashes tenderly marks
Dripping whispers of tasted honey
You’ve famishly sapped of the maple tree
Roses, chocolates given of heart, blue skies caressed, kisses to marvel in, endless skies to soar, days so sunny
My essence, my heart, you’ve asked of me, wishes blanketing my gentle needs
Alone I must journey on
Our music has sailed on the wind
Echoes, passion, moans, desires, lust, to your ears, yet not the sheet music of a lover’s song
Go my love, fly to the quiet horizon, lost hearts shall mend, a sealed kiss upon my love letter I sweetly send
Anonymous
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In The Arms Of An Angel
Coat my presence when all hope is gone
At times when I feel I can’t go on
May the mercy of an Angel’s comfort lead me in the hymn of my spiritual Psalms
I am your testimony your divine will
My words, blows in the wind, on kness in the dark my tender heart spills
I am so lost, I got it all, yet, my creed befalls
My hands out to you as I stand proud and tall
I need to ask you questions about this thing we call life
And why the meek, always feels the whip of strife
Why the good die young
Yet, the injustice of man remains with wicked tongues
Tell me what to do, where to go
I am at the crossroads and I feel I am the only one towing my torn and battered soul
Speak to me my Lord, please do not allow me to go to the way of the heathen
If it comes down to me and Heaven, then take my last breath, and give me wings my heart can believe in
No rest or shelter for the weary
Left here to fend for ourselves when our eyes are red and teary
By His stripes we were promised salvation, the future for some still appears so dreary
There is no Ark, where is the covet of the rainbow
You promised eternal life for the calling of good souls
Who on this green earth, love, give of their heart to console
Do you not hear the cries of damnation echoing down here
Chants, prayers, testimonies, yet, you have not adhered, words seem to be falling on deaf ears
Your children of the earth are running a race with the devil
It seems a twisted mentality is our only resourceful weapon
Turning the other cheek, only make others become cold-bloodied rebels
The babies, still crying of hunger in the cloak of midnight
The ten commandants, shattered on the altar of the wicked’ s plight
Down here we just cannot seem to get it right
The seal of Revelations has been broken
Tongues wagging ill will, souls zombified, the core of humanity not even spoken
Dead minded and lost hope when it comes to being spiritual awoken
I’ve fell down to my kness
Is this cup of my offering you have ordained for me
Oh, God where are you, we need a sign
Death to the last breath, no heartbeats, yet, where is our, heart, soul, and the remembrance of our minds
Does it reside in Heaven, or in Hell
As wandering sheep on this earth, one could never tell
Send the symbols in the constellations in the majestic skies at night
Even the stars, moon, the sun gets shelter from the face of the earth, in the beaming of spiritual light
Oh God I’m done chasing feelings
I need the warmth of your deliverance, for all the healing I’ve done, my daily humble dealings
I’m losing faith in the last days
On my knees, Oh God, I will continue to pray
Spirits lead my temple home
Keep my soul intact wherever it may roam
If I shall die before, I awake
I bless over my soul, My God to take
Selah
This is in dedication to all the children as of late who have fallen under the cruelty of a parent’s rage one. There seems to be surge as of late
SKC
Wed, 17/03/2021
2206 AEDST
NP#71
of neither bold nor italicized
font
their tale
was a mere mention
somewhere in the gazette
no obituary
just the final notice
unsurprisingly
no claimants
for the deceased estate
urban jungle
large beehives
a honeycomb of loneliness
meaning of life
lost in the hustle
once they too
were commuters
on the metro...
2206 AEDST
NP#71
of neither bold nor italicized
font
their tale
was a mere mention
somewhere in the gazette
no obituary
just the final notice
unsurprisingly
no claimants
for the deceased estate
urban jungle
large beehives
a honeycomb of loneliness
meaning of life
lost in the hustle
once they too
were commuters
on the metro...
SweetKittyCat5 said:Butterfly
I softy moaned my heart’s desire
He came unto my Chi like a beautiful rainstorm
Wow SweetKitty, I enjoyed reading this.
SweetKittyCat5 said:In The Arms Of An Angel
This is in dedication to all the children as of late who have fallen under the cruelty of a parent’s rage one. There seems to be surge as of late
SKC
Beautiful dedication.
I softy moaned my heart’s desire
He came unto my Chi like a beautiful rainstorm
Wow SweetKitty, I enjoyed reading this.
SweetKittyCat5 said:In The Arms Of An Angel
This is in dedication to all the children as of late who have fallen under the cruelty of a parent’s rage one. There seems to be surge as of late
SKC
Beautiful dedication.
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Atonement
An imprudent acuity of sight
Is the internal struggle of one’s own
Sense of deterred value
Wrapped in the plasma of fine white linen
Dancing in impish glee on the gravesites of the forgotten
Veiled eyes vacillating over absent souls
Only to find the subjugator’s parasite ascendancy
Still gravitates from the inscription off its primogenitor’s tombstones
NoPoo #99 (03-17-21)
