Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
beggars
His tears heal beggars
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
#angels
#forgiveness
#spiritual
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MAJESTIC THOUGHTS
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words, for what I want to rap to you about now, as I encourage you all 😉 for when was the last time you've been to see, your Doctor for a righteous exam of your body and mind and heart ❤️ For I'm here as a friend and poet ✍️ YET I'm just a mortal man who just want you to think for thyself, and have you to think about your own health and well being. 🙏 For sure as a new year is beginning, 😄 and some of us makes plans, for the betterment of our lives. 🙏 Let's take care better care of our...
#cancer
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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In The Beginning
It is said
Buddhism
Qualifies
As Gnostic
So the Proberbilties
Are High
When one reads
The Parables
They Came
From the gnostics
They are basically
The Same
Different Variations to be sure
But the same Core
So that Would Mean
Buddhism
Being Older
Is the Grandfather
Ancient Indian History
Tells us So
Buddhism
Qualifies
As Gnostic
So the Proberbilties
Are High
When one reads
The Parables
They Came
From the gnostics
They are basically
The Same
Different Variations to be sure
But the same Core
So that Would Mean
Buddhism
Being Older
Is the Grandfather
Ancient Indian History
Tells us So
#honesty
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Nimble Thimbles
Maestro of dreams haunting silhouette
in arabesque concerto touching blue sky
of autumn's memories and falling leaves
in soundscapes echoing sweet virtuoso
with the nimble thimbles harp's minuet
as the shadow dances touching anima
of my soul beyond the ivory doors
in arabesque concerto touching blue sky
of autumn's memories and falling leaves
in soundscapes echoing sweet virtuoso
with the nimble thimbles harp's minuet
as the shadow dances touching anima
of my soul beyond the ivory doors
#philosophical
#spiritual
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Strife
When storms do break and heavens weep
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
#Christian
#God
#rain
#religion
#storm
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Just Watched Jesus
Just watched Jesus die on the Cross
Gathering up my sins
Putting em on some splinters
Feels like a new day
Turn this life around
Our sins are on display
But tomorrow is another day
Live like you love
Love like it’s judgement day
Every breath you take
Every bird you see
Every flower you taste
Anything you touch
Grows from your love
Gathering up my sins
Putting em on some splinters
Feels like a new day
Turn this life around
Our sins are on display
But tomorrow is another day
Live like you love
Love like it’s judgement day
Every breath you take
Every bird you see
Every flower you taste
Anything you touch
Grows from your love
#God
#love
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Preacher.
Sinner the best at sinning in disguise,
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
#disappointment
#hate
#religion
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Teething
One's birth
Through all one's
Trials and tribulations
Shall be one's End
And one's End
Shall bring apon
One's Natural
Birth
Through all one's
Trials and tribulations
Shall be one's End
And one's End
Shall bring apon
One's Natural
Birth
#philosophical
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Devide And Conquer
When one turns
Spirituality
Into
Phisical Values
It has no Value
IT has become
Just a stepping stone
To devide and conquer
To Control
For it is said
Religions
As we know them
Today
Has become fake
For the Original
Which was Spiritual
With the teachings
Of Learning
To Look within
Thy Self
Spirituality
Into
Phisical Values
It has no Value
IT has become
Just a stepping stone
To devide and conquer
To Control
For it is said
Religions
As we know them
Today
Has become fake
For the Original
Which was Spiritual
With the teachings
Of Learning
To Look within
Thy Self
#honesty
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
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A Thousand Stones
Thousand stones of memories
in Mason Jars out of reach
Now shattered lanterns
with wings and angel songs
Thousand stones of memories
in Mason Jars out of reach
Now shattered lanterns
with wings and angel songs
Thousand stones of memories
#philosophical
#spiritual
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~journaling the micro mosaics of One’s interstellar journey
like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
#birth
#dark
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
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6 Comments
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