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Life isnt about multiplying hours an days, year after year an so on, not jus about surviving hanging in there as long as you can, theres more to life then simply living each day its about those...
A silent flicker of dazzling shine,. Across and beyond the deepest skies,. Rippling over the salty brine,. In flushes of colour, in jade she flies,. Bring heart to the temple,. The crimson and gold,.
I sit in the pew. Of a church that. I'm truly uncomfortable in. My first friendships started here. My once relationship with God began in this chapel. I can hear the whispers. I can see the looks.
The game of life is made. The characters we do create. The divine intervention of new feelings. The invention of new words and meanings. New followers and a new believing. A new felt inner being.
#acorn I wrote a while back (edited). My faith and beliefs are only mine. You might not like them but for me that's fine. I read and researched to reach where I am.
(Pure fiction). Now I know I've felt it all. Hate and rage and loves enthrall. There's nothing left there's nothing more. Please take me now god I implore. In tired now, I've had enough.
In these visionary clouds, see I Bereft of flesh and blood, just My soul, spiralling through droplets of Rain and sleet and ice and cold winds Blow me east and west and south And north to a new...
There are butterflies called Monarch's, And I, delicately, have held one of these, Red deer in autumn rut, is a sight everybody should see, and I am privileged to have witnessed Sea turtles in...
Miracle me,. Just find me a sparrow,. Believe,. It will sing it's song at dawn, it's. Melody. So beautiful, that my heart soars,. Maladies. Lost in a tune from childhood,. Breathes.
(Written as a song). I hear the music. I hear the drums. I hear the angels. They beckon me home. I hear the bells. I hear them ring. I hear an orchestra. Of brass and of string. I see a path.
#myfallenangel. Part 3. I know last time we spoke. I finally said goodbye. And all it took to get me here. Was that I had to die. Inside a box imprisoned. No way to move ahead.
Out of the satanic darkness comes the light of prayer, After the act of worship a feeling of peace so overwhelming its rare.
I sat at night and listened to the mournful sounds Watching the people all rushing around Where do you need to be 5 minutes ago. Have I been there and are you someone I should know.
I'm going to open up like a book just this once, just this ONCE. -------------------- Okay, I have tried so hard to conceal my past. Yet, it keep on spouting out.
Here is your life. It is for you to seek. Seek seek. Seek seek. only you, Here is you. You go to sleep. Sleep sleep, Sleep sleep. for a time Here is Time, Time is vast, it's deep, Deep deep.
I crept into a corner,. The storm outside was howling,. I tried to take a look around,. My thoughts inside were yowling,. I peered at all the shadows,. Dancing around the room,.
Headed to the gutter faster then the water flowing to the fishes. Wishes higher thoughts gliding with an eagle. Feeling separated from souls of the justice ones.
My storm pride embraced tide. Kinda awesome and mostly Benign. Most functions shall self redesign. Contaminated resurrection, resigns. While. My beautiful reconstruction. still flys.
Not my words but inspirational nonetheless...
See this ink right here. This is to remind me that I've got wings that were made to fly. That from a tiny cocoon, I can emerge and soar with the wind, with nothing to hold me back.
And here, on this ghost cold night, A man walks proudly on his birth day, His head held high, statuesque, Smiling bravely, Naked as the day he was born, His chiselled skin an intricate diary; A...
I prayed for a God. But he did not deliver. I prayed for another. But I was left with shivers. I prayed for a third. But was left in confusion. Found a fourth. But then he didn't offer a solution.
11:58 PM Water drips softly in the mist of night Crickets making sounds as my ears delight . My soul is healing with what lies in my chest. Seeing things clearly, thank God for the rest.
I try to bury all my demons But the graveyard is wide and vast I try to get on with the living But nothing is ever born too last Some call it karma, some call it fate While some call it destiny and...