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Mother-Wound
I.
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my father retired
their dreams...
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my father retired
their dreams...
#dreams
#family
#mother
#spiritual
#confessional
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Spirit in The Sky - with Shilohverse
Shep awakes from his dream with a migraine headache. "Oh! Late again for school. Mom, why didn't you wake me up!" He only hears his echo, a calendar on the back of his bedroom door an Autumn Landscape, 1954. The echo sounds hollow as if a hole, void of all feelings. He realizes that he is dead with a breath but no pulse and his vacation is to be, going home to Louisville.
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
#collaboration
#inspirational
#spiritual
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Everyone Needs Some Oral
Oral Roberts was his name,
praisin' Jesus was his game.
When he wasn't dissing sin,
he let the spirit flow within.
He even wrote a bunch of books,
gave the devil, dirty looks.
Pumped the choir up to sing
"Hallelujah to the King!"
Herded all the wayward sheep,
prayed the Lord, their souls to keep
So if you feel you're goin' to hell
Oral said "God wants you, well".
praisin' Jesus was his game.
When he wasn't dissing sin,
he let the spirit flow within.
He even wrote a bunch of books,
gave the devil, dirty looks.
Pumped the choir up to sing
"Hallelujah to the King!"
Herded all the wayward sheep,
prayed the Lord, their souls to keep
So if you feel you're goin' to hell
Oral said "God wants you, well".
#religion
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Does God Send People to Eternal Fire
Do you assert
there is a god above
who rules mankind
with grace, benevolence
and yet is by his nature bent,
intent,
to send
upon their death
and out of pique,
all those who have
in enmity
rejected him
into a realm of infinite
and endless pain,
a horrid punishment,
that lasts implacably
for all eternity?
.
And if you do,
then is the claim
that Jesus (and Paul, too) have made
that God is one who loves
not just his friends
but also all his enemies
a lie?
there is a god above
who rules mankind
with grace, benevolence
and yet is by his nature bent,
intent,
to send
upon their death
and out of pique,
all those who have
in enmity
rejected him
into a realm of infinite
and endless pain,
a horrid punishment,
that lasts implacably
for all eternity?
.
And if you do,
then is the claim
that Jesus (and Paul, too) have made
that God is one who loves
not just his friends
but also all his enemies
a lie?
#anger
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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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Tomorrow's Daughter
Tomorrow's daughter
she speaks to rainbows
her head is in the clouds
no her feet don't touch the ground
Tomorrow's daughter
she has tea parties in the closet
whispering poetry to ragdolls
no she never makes a peep or a sound
Tomorrow's daughter
she points toward the sun
her eyes pirouettes around the moon
she can see the wild flowers bloom
Tomorrow's daughter
her friends they sit on step stools
spreading jam on points of toast
she watches the sparrows fly
...
she speaks to rainbows
her head is in the clouds
no her feet don't touch the ground
Tomorrow's daughter
she has tea parties in the closet
whispering poetry to ragdolls
no she never makes a peep or a sound
Tomorrow's daughter
she points toward the sun
her eyes pirouettes around the moon
she can see the wild flowers bloom
Tomorrow's daughter
her friends they sit on step stools
spreading jam on points of toast
she watches the sparrows fly
...
#teens
#childhood
#misunderstood
#daughter
#Autism
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Gifts
God's gift to man
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
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Hecatean Pursuits
#moon
#night
#TruthOfLife
#evolution
#witches
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Today I made a little discovery
Sometimes you wished you knew a lot
But then
What about making a discovery
And writing poetry while you do it
How much would be lost
If I knew everything right now.
But then
What about making a discovery
And writing poetry while you do it
How much would be lost
If I knew everything right now.
#confessional
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I Didn’t Believe
I do not believe that such a place call heaven exists
I believe in the here and now, for you are my heaven
and I love reveling in the scented sweetness of your skin
I do not believe that a place beneath call hell exists
my hell was the loneliness and emotional torment I felt
when you left me throbbing with heartache & in despair
I didn’t believe in such a thing called forgiveness
and when you asked me, I vehemently told you fuck NO!
without hesitation thought I welcomed you back resentfully
...
I believe in the here and now, for you are my heaven
and I love reveling in the scented sweetness of your skin
I do not believe that a place beneath call hell exists
my hell was the loneliness and emotional torment I felt
when you left me throbbing with heartache & in despair
I didn’t believe in such a thing called forgiveness
and when you asked me, I vehemently told you fuck NO!
without hesitation thought I welcomed you back resentfully
...
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Vanity
I'm the moon mirror.
My gaze is where you bathe.
Impregnated with your fears.
Your lunacy is a phase.
I brighten your night.
A white rabbit in a maze.
You're the goddess I smite.
Don't be conceited. Behave.
With my moonbow I enchant.
At the end of the day.
In my lullabies I rant,
How I cradled the babe.
I send out my signals.
Constellations; the stage.
I'm always late. Never frugal.
I use suspense to get my way.
Like a ghost I am...
My gaze is where you bathe.
Impregnated with your fears.
Your lunacy is a phase.
I brighten your night.
A white rabbit in a maze.
You're the goddess I smite.
Don't be conceited. Behave.
With my moonbow I enchant.
At the end of the day.
In my lullabies I rant,
How I cradled the babe.
I send out my signals.
Constellations; the stage.
I'm always late. Never frugal.
I use suspense to get my way.
Like a ghost I am...
#moon
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सफलता की लहरों पे चहकने वालो
मायूस क्यूँ हों दिल जब गुमसुम कही हैं।
ये जीवन है दर्पण, हमारा ही...
मायूस क्यूँ हों दिल जब गुमसुम कही हैं।
ये जीवन है दर्पण, हमारा ही...
#gratitude
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