Spiritual Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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The third eye
The moon - a pearly bindi
with it's mystical aura,
sits between the invisible eyes
of the skies;
It's the third eye
which opens a portal
to the soul of the heavens
connecting to the divine...
with it's mystical aura,
sits between the invisible eyes
of the skies;
It's the third eye
which opens a portal
to the soul of the heavens
connecting to the divine...
#moon
#sky
#spiritual
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Earthlings
In the quiet dawn of an Earthling
when shadows bled with light
we emerged as storm and calm
from oceanic depths
to Zepher heights
Carving our desires
into mountainsides, we climb
with slippery feet and bloody hands
wishing to grasp eternity
in a single grain of sand
We are canyon echoes
rivers tracing invisible lines
across our face
heartbeats of a thousand stories
written in linear time
under Universal grace
Our depths hold savage
and...
when shadows bled with light
we emerged as storm and calm
from oceanic depths
to Zepher heights
Carving our desires
into mountainsides, we climb
with slippery feet and bloody hands
wishing to grasp eternity
in a single grain of sand
We are canyon echoes
rivers tracing invisible lines
across our face
heartbeats of a thousand stories
written in linear time
under Universal grace
Our depths hold savage
and...
#earth
#evolution
#shadows #universe
#shadows #universe
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16 Comments
Rhythm, art, and poetry
Some say that my mind is wicked yet others say that I’m spiritually gifted, whatever it is I’m trying to get you lifted so close you feel like you’ve been touched by the Holy Ghost.
No, I ain’t trying to be no preacher but best believe I’m trying to reach you. See my words are before my time like proverbs verse nine I got that education for your mind.
Give you something to remember like the first day of December golden wings 🪽 fairytales, and dreams, life is of the essence so you better grip it tight I’m a take you on a journey through life.
to fall is to rise dreams...
No, I ain’t trying to be no preacher but best believe I’m trying to reach you. See my words are before my time like proverbs verse nine I got that education for your mind.
Give you something to remember like the first day of December golden wings 🪽 fairytales, and dreams, life is of the essence so you better grip it tight I’m a take you on a journey through life.
to fall is to rise dreams...
#inspirational
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Enochian Songs Triumphant
O radiant light from Heaven’s peak
In hosts of angels, fierce and meek
Each choir adorned with crowns of grace
Each triumph sealed in holy place
Seraphim blaze with endless flame
Their wings a torch, their voice proclaim
They sing of love that never fades
In fire’s heart, their spirit wades
Cherubim hold wisdom’s key
Their eyes perceive eternity
They guard the gates of Heaven’s span
Where mortal mind may never scan
The Thrones in majesty reside
Their power flows like oceans wide
In judgment pure, they...
In hosts of angels, fierce and meek
Each choir adorned with crowns of grace
Each triumph sealed in holy place
Seraphim blaze with endless flame
Their wings a torch, their voice proclaim
They sing of love that never fades
In fire’s heart, their spirit wades
Cherubim hold wisdom’s key
Their eyes perceive eternity
They guard the gates of Heaven’s span
Where mortal mind may never scan
The Thrones in majesty reside
Their power flows like oceans wide
In judgment pure, they...
#angels
#Christian
#God
#heaven
#rhyming
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Sanctus Sanguinis
O blessed Blood, most pure and bright
Poured forth from Heaven’s sacred rite
Thy crimson tide, our sins doth cleanse
In Thee, O Christ, our hope begins
Thy chalice raised in holy hands
Doth shine with love, an eternal plan
We drink, O Lord, and hearts are stirred
By sacred wine and holy Word
O Blood of Lamb, O Blood divine
Thy mercy flows, transcendent sign
In sacrifice, Thou hast been slain
And through Thy Blood, sangreal pain
In mystic form, Thy Flesh we take
Thy Blood doth heal the hearts that ache
By...
Poured forth from Heaven’s sacred rite
Thy crimson tide, our sins doth cleanse
In Thee, O Christ, our hope begins
Thy chalice raised in holy hands
Doth shine with love, an eternal plan
We drink, O Lord, and hearts are stirred
By sacred wine and holy Word
O Blood of Lamb, O Blood divine
Thy mercy flows, transcendent sign
In sacrifice, Thou hast been slain
And through Thy Blood, sangreal pain
In mystic form, Thy Flesh we take
Thy Blood doth heal the hearts that ache
By...
#angels
#Christian
#God
#heaven
#prayer
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The Last Upper
Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
#aliens
#God
#nonfiction
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
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torn between two choices
Your choices are made in a moment, and yet their
consequences transcend a lifetime.”—M. J. DeMarco
choice leads me on:
sorely am i divided.
a hopeless pawn?
a future predecided?
no parliament
convened, tho scant a hearing?
chance to repent,
ere naked flames come searing?
the evil eye
blindfolds the will of reason,
...
consequences transcend a lifetime.”—M. J. DeMarco
choice leads me on:
sorely am i divided.
a hopeless pawn?
a future predecided?
no parliament
convened, tho scant a hearing?
chance to repent,
ere naked flames come searing?
the evil eye
blindfolds the will of reason,
...
#choices
#faith
#LifeCycle #wisdom
#LifeCycle #wisdom
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SUN PRAYER 2
i was born
for sun’s
deepest blue
and brightest green
and I am light as air
in this bright day,
translucent,
my star's fire
shining through
bones
bright as glass,
shimmering
in ordinary
holy light,
and every
thought
is both poem
and prayer,
and this
litany
is my song,
a mantra
sung to the sun,
and all horror is
dissolved
as i am melded
Into
Ra’s sweet
cloudless
blue
for sun’s
deepest blue
and brightest green
and I am light as air
in this bright day,
translucent,
my star's fire
shining through
bones
bright as glass,
shimmering
in ordinary
holy light,
and every
thought
is both poem
and prayer,
and this
litany
is my song,
a mantra
sung to the sun,
and all horror is
dissolved
as i am melded
Into
Ra’s sweet
cloudless
blue
#prayer
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a stupid way of leaving
a stupid way of leaving
a stupid way of leaving,
a wretched one of living
another time for thinking
how awkward, some are behaving
when the learned ones deceive
with the mindset they perceive
their words give much nausea
they can make you even vomit
their alibis worse than errors
'coz they live in daily terrors
into lonely nights they 'scape
fear their own shadows from rape
poetical depravity of the mind
a rarity of the masked kind
a literary genre poorly out-dated
base...
a stupid way of leaving,
a wretched one of living
another time for thinking
how awkward, some are behaving
when the learned ones deceive
with the mindset they perceive
their words give much nausea
they can make you even vomit
their alibis worse than errors
'coz they live in daily terrors
into lonely nights they 'scape
fear their own shadows from rape
poetical depravity of the mind
a rarity of the masked kind
a literary genre poorly out-dated
base...
#boredom
#frustration
#rejection #shame
#rejection #shame
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Death
In the womb
of death
I shall slumber
like a baby,
surrounded by an amniotic
ocean of serenity.
Learn, grow, develop
in my waking,
and be nourished through
the umbilical cord
connected to the spiritual realm
until
I'm ready for rebirth
Ready to experience
heaven 'n' hell
again...
of death
I shall slumber
like a baby,
surrounded by an amniotic
ocean of serenity.
Learn, grow, develop
in my waking,
and be nourished through
the umbilical cord
connected to the spiritual realm
until
I'm ready for rebirth
Ready to experience
heaven 'n' hell
again...
#death
#philosophical
#rebirth
#sleep
#spiritual
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17 Comments
knowledge
before there was any known language
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
#redemption
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i shall abide
under that Hand that leads me
“Honour belongs to those who never forsake the truth even when things
seem dark and grim, who try over and over again, who are never discouraged
by insults, humiliation and even defeat.”—Nelson Mandela
under the clock,
over harsh circumstances;
spawned on the Rock,
interred by hard-knock dances;
i stand alone,
sifted by choice and chances;
by coarse winds blown,
whose lips know no romances.
here sprouts my path;
there wanes my mother’s...
“Honour belongs to those who never forsake the truth even when things
seem dark and grim, who try over and over again, who are never discouraged
by insults, humiliation and even defeat.”—Nelson Mandela
under the clock,
over harsh circumstances;
spawned on the Rock,
interred by hard-knock dances;
i stand alone,
sifted by choice and chances;
by coarse winds blown,
whose lips know no romances.
here sprouts my path;
there wanes my mother’s...
#anxiety
#courage
#frustration
#hope
#loneliness
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1 Comment
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