Spiritual Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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spiritual seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Stomp
supposition of self
keening, my sword of the spirit, razor-sharp
rubbed with venom, for the rusted day
I inspect my weapon
and yes Father my men are at attention
this is your war
internal, friendly fragging
please proceed to let Karma intervene
I'm wearing my combat boots
I will not step on your toes
your instrument of torture is sharp
still, I love him, I don't covet
they hang on my words
I don't mean to overshadow, with anger
it is deeply seeded my pain
my enemies are pushing my buttons...
keening, my sword of the spirit, razor-sharp
rubbed with venom, for the rusted day
I inspect my weapon
and yes Father my men are at attention
this is your war
internal, friendly fragging
please proceed to let Karma intervene
I'm wearing my combat boots
I will not step on your toes
your instrument of torture is sharp
still, I love him, I don't covet
they hang on my words
I don't mean to overshadow, with anger
it is deeply seeded my pain
my enemies are pushing my buttons...
#spiritual
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Remember
These memories left their impression
Molding me into this personality
—This version of myself
Defining my humanity
Some are powerful, and yet quite fickle
Vivid, detailed echos
Nostalgic call and response
Casts a grin from ear to ear, as I once did
Others macabre, sorrowful;
Remembrances of painful moments
Soul-crushing heartbreaks
Remorseful regrets
Two sides of the same coin
In a coin-purse of emotions
Those I wish to forget
Ones I never can
Many are inherited,
Passing the torch of...
Molding me into this personality
—This version of myself
Defining my humanity
Some are powerful, and yet quite fickle
Vivid, detailed echos
Nostalgic call and response
Casts a grin from ear to ear, as I once did
Others macabre, sorrowful;
Remembrances of painful moments
Soul-crushing heartbreaks
Remorseful regrets
Two sides of the same coin
In a coin-purse of emotions
Those I wish to forget
Ones I never can
Many are inherited,
Passing the torch of...
#sadness
#loneliness
#hope
#spiritual
#emotions
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Golgotha's HIll
Video
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
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Unexpected
I feel so happy
that someone should hit me,
so completely happy
that someone should hurt me.
I drag myself pseudopodically
into the abyss of the ocean,
I dedicate myself to omphalopsy,
to the psychography
of what will never be proven.
I baptize as Nietzsche
all the worms that emerge
from the rotten flesh
that covers the skeleton
that inhabits my closet.
...............................................................
Happy like Proust,
the spider that watches me
from a...
that someone should hit me,
so completely happy
that someone should hurt me.
I drag myself pseudopodically
into the abyss of the ocean,
I dedicate myself to omphalopsy,
to the psychography
of what will never be proven.
I baptize as Nietzsche
all the worms that emerge
from the rotten flesh
that covers the skeleton
that inhabits my closet.
...............................................................
Happy like Proust,
the spider that watches me
from a...
#love
#lust
#spiritual
#philosophical
#passion
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We Just Learn To Breed What Fills The Soul Beyond Measure
Demise deviates from its route
When life clings to its smile
And love springs from its root
When the soul deluged by the Majestic Nile
*****
Pain is the pulse that shall not wane
Sight and super powers we derive
One of the signs one still sane
And the flames aglow and alive
*****
End not your world for a word
And feed not what cannot be fed
A word wraps a state while a whole is the world
Souls of Light have Love to nourish and spread
*****
How vain to confine the sight to a favourite...
When life clings to its smile
And love springs from its root
When the soul deluged by the Majestic Nile
*****
Pain is the pulse that shall not wane
Sight and super powers we derive
One of the signs one still sane
And the flames aglow and alive
*****
End not your world for a word
And feed not what cannot be fed
A word wraps a state while a whole is the world
Souls of Light have Love to nourish and spread
*****
How vain to confine the sight to a favourite...
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
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The Masquerade Ball
the world is a stage and
the Devil is the hardest working {man}
in show business
he'll have you out here throbbing 3rd dimensionally
his cabal will seduce you...slow siphon you
make you feel like you're winning
when you're actually losing...
sinning...smoking....boozing...snorting
consorting with oily spirits
greasing genitalia...opening secret portals
whistling past familiar graveyards
famously fetishized
strutting along blood red carpets
in a green mile style
as fiendish smiles...
the Devil is the hardest working {man}
in show business
he'll have you out here throbbing 3rd dimensionally
his cabal will seduce you...slow siphon you
make you feel like you're winning
when you're actually losing...
sinning...smoking....boozing...snorting
consorting with oily spirits
greasing genitalia...opening secret portals
whistling past familiar graveyards
famously fetishized
strutting along blood red carpets
in a green mile style
as fiendish smiles...
#dark
#spiritual
#food #PopCulture
#food #PopCulture
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anonymous
the book shop looked empty as he entered, such was his effect
#spiritual
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Eru The Ilúvatar
Father Sabaoth loved from the Sky,
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#JRRTolkien
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Melt
i remember how
you lingered in my periphery
an exquisite dame indeed
with a soft ember wafting from your soul
seducing my sub-conscious..
with a nurturing verbiage
drape in never-before-seen footage
rekindling a sacred relic
that something absent in the-man-eye
nursing my blind spots
slow burning my spirit kettle...
making me hot under blue collared mannerisms
with your kindred flame
like a benign seductress seeking...
you lingered in my periphery
an exquisite dame indeed
with a soft ember wafting from your soul
seducing my sub-conscious..
with a nurturing verbiage
drape in never-before-seen footage
rekindling a sacred relic
that something absent in the-man-eye
nursing my blind spots
slow burning my spirit kettle...
making me hot under blue collared mannerisms
with your kindred flame
like a benign seductress seeking...
#fire
#spiritual
#lover
#gratitude
#passion
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3 Birds
In the silence of the night,
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
#beauty
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#music
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5 Comments
Flash Love
I give you my soul… daily
You take it and massage it
You know when I’m hurting
Then you say the perfect things
The words that allow me to come back..
To you
Even stronger than before
I live for that
You take it and massage it
You know when I’m hurting
Then you say the perfect things
The words that allow me to come back..
To you
Even stronger than before
I live for that
#love
#kindness
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#StreamOfConsciousness
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A Comforting Inevitability (2024)
The sun rises beyond its normal horizon —
from this point on are all things changed
a switched journey is inked in the upper house
since missing truths have merely been mislaid
a sense of new order emerges with increasing frequency
as patterns of deliberation give way to a singular path
the new base-line points to a tropic of conversion
with questions answered before even asked
in the final analysis one moves beyond looking back concerned
and looks forward with a kind of anticipating TLC
where, of all the many futures...
from this point on are all things changed
a switched journey is inked in the upper house
since missing truths have merely been mislaid
a sense of new order emerges with increasing frequency
as patterns of deliberation give way to a singular path
the new base-line points to a tropic of conversion
with questions answered before even asked
in the final analysis one moves beyond looking back concerned
and looks forward with a kind of anticipating TLC
where, of all the many futures...
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
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