Spiritual Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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Just as sleep bested my eyes -
Just as sleep bested my eyes -
There came a looming presence -
Strange and full of mysteries -
That alit upon my rest.
There wasn't a familiar word
Sufficient for such trespass
So silence was the measure
For my unexpected guest.
Time was also dissolved;
Every thought - every breath
Was confounded by a love
I scarcely struggled against
But the hour was growing late
So He flew off to find a heart
More predisposed and awake
And gave me over to the dark.
There came a looming presence -
Strange and full of mysteries -
That alit upon my rest.
There wasn't a familiar word
Sufficient for such trespass
So silence was the measure
For my unexpected guest.
Time was also dissolved;
Every thought - every breath
Was confounded by a love
I scarcely struggled against
But the hour was growing late
So He flew off to find a heart
More predisposed and awake
And gave me over to the dark.
#spiritual
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* Landscape *
LANDSCAPE '' translated poetry ''
It's noon, the star in the sky burning at zenith
The deep azure, is radiant with a fiery heat
Laid on the skyline, its dome calm and serene
The yonder river, slowly runs on the grey scene
From hillsides to dales and back from dales to hillsides
Green fields or pale extend their furrows long and wide
And on the shady slopes of the plains that lay near
The forest cast its oaks and beeches in sight clear
O Spring ! alas, 'tis not of your...
It's noon, the star in the sky burning at zenith
The deep azure, is radiant with a fiery heat
Laid on the skyline, its dome calm and serene
The yonder river, slowly runs on the grey scene
From hillsides to dales and back from dales to hillsides
Green fields or pale extend their furrows long and wide
And on the shady slopes of the plains that lay near
The forest cast its oaks and beeches in sight clear
O Spring ! alas, 'tis not of your...
#faith
#morality
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
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FREQUENCY OF HEALING
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I want to take a deep break, moment of your time, ⌚ to dig deeper than deep, into the deepness of your own thoughts. Have you ever felt like that the world is fighting against you, and you can't understand for the life of you WHY. When you lose your own chain of thoughts and insight, into this senseless mindless game trap fighting between the walls of steel and stones. Do you know what it is to possess knowledge and wisdom, do you know your power of your own frequency of healing 🤔 For when you are going through some...
#evolution
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#universe
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SUBMISSION OF THE MIND
Do you know what stages that your body and soul, are most at a point in it's natural State of just breaking down. For let's fully understand the truth be told in all honesty and truth. FOR the mind and heart and spiritual soul is merely a vessel covered by skin. For
It's more than just tissue and skin and cover up flesh and blood and bones, as it is a working oil and breathing human machine. 💪 BUILD for perseverance through trails and trubation whether through ups and downs. Yet there will be hurt with pain and misery and sorrow just too much for a normal heart to carry alone....
It's more than just tissue and skin and cover up flesh and blood and bones, as it is a working oil and breathing human machine. 💪 BUILD for perseverance through trails and trubation whether through ups and downs. Yet there will be hurt with pain and misery and sorrow just too much for a normal heart to carry alone....
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
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NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE
A BLANK CANVAS...For It is necessary for me to be able, to share my thoughts with honesty, and truth and trust. FOR sure there will come a few minutes later 🤔 THAT I have to go through a process of being, able to release the deepness of my own mind thoughts. 🖊️ For example there are those moments, that I have to do some raw and uncut inner soul searching. Yet on a mentally and emotionally and physically, and spiritually levels of self consciousness connections. For the elders say that each day is a day of learning, something about thyself that we thought, we didn't even...
#inspirational
#motivational
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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unconditionally yours
in desolation, I weep inside
all my love for you
there couldn't; be another
it matters not how dark you are
I will still reach up and choose the same star
within my memories, I hold true
I'm not giving up on you
you listen to all my complaints
tears come only for you
don't say goodbye
you've done your best with my mind
listening to internal chatter must drain you
when do you rest?
I must confess my thoughts don't stop
suffering is a part of us
my heart aches when yours does
I am so insensitive ...
all my love for you
there couldn't; be another
it matters not how dark you are
I will still reach up and choose the same star
within my memories, I hold true
I'm not giving up on you
you listen to all my complaints
tears come only for you
don't say goodbye
you've done your best with my mind
listening to internal chatter must drain you
when do you rest?
I must confess my thoughts don't stop
suffering is a part of us
my heart aches when yours does
I am so insensitive ...
#sacrifice
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Monocline
Lay to rest these childish sins,
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
#FreeVerse
#WritingPoetry
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negativity
to be captured on cloud nine
raptured up to be denied entry
the many are called the few our chosen
I don't want to participate in that kind of pageantry
my soul has suffered greatly
the knowledge I've gained i fought for
hateful sun revolves
while some people rejoice and others burn
winsome operatic moans we keep inside
and if we laugh it is to make the happy ones comfortable
an odd custom we're taught to laugh while we're being tortured
the earth herself is a killer but I prefer my odds with her
over being taken...
raptured up to be denied entry
the many are called the few our chosen
I don't want to participate in that kind of pageantry
my soul has suffered greatly
the knowledge I've gained i fought for
hateful sun revolves
while some people rejoice and others burn
winsome operatic moans we keep inside
and if we laugh it is to make the happy ones comfortable
an odd custom we're taught to laugh while we're being tortured
the earth herself is a killer but I prefer my odds with her
over being taken...
#angels
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Beneath the unconsciousness
As we raise it is necessary to understand, that there is an aura of an illusion surrounded around you, known as your WARRIORS as we are to be your guides. UPON this silent yet unknown journey and travel and walk, through your life into your dreams. For sure there will be moments of fear and doubt, 🤨 with many still unanswered with real questions❓Yet still sometimes, beneath the unconsciously thoughts of your own minds thoughts. Where is THE silent of your own heart beats can quietly be heard in the darkness of the night. For sure we are the ones who are your guardians through,...
#fate
#metaphor
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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system 1
Do they have church in outer space?
No air no water, but perhaps God’s grace?
Under atomic pressure can you be one with Him?
Are comets and stars actually Seraphim?
What lies at the center of the heart?
At the end of the road does it restart?
What’s the point in even asking,
If He's not interested in multitasking?
No air no water, but perhaps God’s grace?
Under atomic pressure can you be one with Him?
Are comets and stars actually Seraphim?
What lies at the center of the heart?
At the end of the road does it restart?
What’s the point in even asking,
If He's not interested in multitasking?
#philosophical
#religion
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Whispers
He whispers
You are priceless
Another whispers
You are worthless
He whispers
You are perfect
Another whispers
Change this and change that
He whispers
I give you what you need to get through today
Another whispers
Give it up, you'll never make it
He whispers
I understand
Another whispers
No one will understand
He whispers
You are not alone
Another whispers
You are alone
He whispers
I love you
Another whispers
He does not exist
He whispers
He is the...
You are priceless
Another whispers
You are worthless
He whispers
You are perfect
Another whispers
Change this and change that
He whispers
I give you what you need to get through today
Another whispers
Give it up, you'll never make it
He whispers
I understand
Another whispers
No one will understand
He whispers
You are not alone
Another whispers
You are alone
He whispers
I love you
Another whispers
He does not exist
He whispers
He is the...
#devil
#God
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black bird
dreading the little black birds that come as a message of hurt
they come in and land on the power lines
they are part of the dark half
when I'm talking things out they sit and listen
they are an omen of bad things to come
the birds of the air are the powers that be
they love to gossip
but this time they are solemn
no jesting at my state of being
they are sorrowful
not wanting to tell me
their secrets kept, their mouths are hushed
I worry my Father is saying goodbye
I know his movements in the heavens
I...
they come in and land on the power lines
they are part of the dark half
when I'm talking things out they sit and listen
they are an omen of bad things to come
the birds of the air are the powers that be
they love to gossip
but this time they are solemn
no jesting at my state of being
they are sorrowful
not wanting to tell me
their secrets kept, their mouths are hushed
I worry my Father is saying goodbye
I know his movements in the heavens
I...
#love
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