State of Mind
Should be self explanatory, if not, I'll explain.
Sanctuary
done under my previous serpico12
The Man Above does See Me
The Days go by and they are Long… I need to know where I Belong… The man above watches over Me… So this I know that He can See… He put me here on earth for Life… I don’t know why I have the Strife… For here I am just Him and I… But still H
The secret magic of the Thunder Angel
As a devoted catholic I find the world of my magical friends the angels.An atractive blessing the blood of their essence beats in my heart that is why in occation I am also called by folks and known by "The Thunder Angel".In a way to say thankyou to God I dedicate to my future love this inspiration hope you like it and write me back thankyou.
THIS MAN AIN'T GOD'S FAN
I HAVE RUN OUT OF GODS TO CURSE, INCLUDING JEHOVAH---I WAS THINKING ABOUT BUDAH BUT THEN REALIZED HE WAS JUST A FAT PROPHET, NOT A GOD******AND I DIG WHEN THEY ASK "DID YOU WRITE THIS POEM" AS IF ANY OTHER POET COULD CONCEIVE OF SUCH HORRID, HORRIBLE AND HATEFUL THINGS!
Consider Him
Some times you just fill like u've had it all, you just have to look up and ask Him to carry all that load off you back, coz without Him we can't make it.
Exalted
Just thought for a while to see what I could bring to mind
"I am a Love acolyte"
While they experience Lust I keep on being single Like a diamond dust Trying to be bright and simple I remember my Master He is so humble and tender Nowadays my life is a disaster However i won´t surrender Please remember my beautiful and inv
MISSING LINK!
It's a scientific revolution! A superstitious quick solution It's an intellectual inovation A genetic remake of God's creation It's Origin Mania in perpetual transition An Evolutionary Smackdown of our Primal Condition It's a host of
unwelcome prayer
an extension and widening of a long time favorite "prayer" I know... http://warprayer.org/ http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sarcasm - n: greek sarcasmus: "to strip off the flesh”
Judgment Day
Life is not but what we make we never say life’s a big mistake. We look for love and for fame it’s all in the way we play the game. We call our shots we make our bets and hope it’s one we won’t regret. But all too soon life’s games at end and
Empty Tomb
Christ has indeed risen!
CANDLES
Hold a candle firm and bright let it shine in the darker night show the way in the darkest day little light lead the way all the way from earth to heaven could it be why they are given
Thank god!
Never miss the opportunity to give god thanks.
Amazing grace!
The sound of grace.
Rays From Heaven
JUST HOW I WAS FEELING AGAIN, LOL.
Her Journey
Musical Journey of Padmasini Narasimhachar Padmasini Narasimhachar is a name that is synonymous with the world of veena players in Bengaluru. This flawless veena player was born on 1932 in Mysore, Karnataka to Sampath Iyengar and Sreesamma, a family that had musical syllables embedded in their daily life . Her father had prolific thala gnana to the extent that he used to play ghatam without formal training in the instrument . She got married to Narasmihachar at the age of 12. Her formal veena training was instituted at the age of 13 under the guidance of Sreenivas Bhatt, after a short stint of 8 months with Sreenivas bhatt, she had further guidance from H.S Krishnamurthy. The call of mother hood came to her at the age of 16 and from then on she turned out to be the mother of 9 children. Though the labor of managing a big family as a mother and also as a devoted wife was arduous, she never let lethargic values rule her world, rather was content with veena learning. Unlike these days machines did not support running a household, rather mothers of those days had to depend on traditional methods to ensure food and cleanliness in the household. The physical labour for running a household was a painstaking process, but to the credit of this mother of Nine, she found time for veena practice during the early morning hours between 3.a.m to 5.a.m and evening during 6.30 p.m -8.p.m. ! This thriving spirit of vision envisaged on the realms of music engulfed a tremendous energy on her, resulting in producing a fine veena player in the history of Carnatic music. Her first concert was on the auspicious day of Sri Rama Navami in Mysore. Mother has seldom given open consort’s, rather was more content in passing on her authentic, traditional and rhythmic classical knowledge to seekers of Carnatic music which continues till date. However she always performs during Thyagaraja Aradhana as a tribute to her Guru. For almost 30 years she passed on her knowledge in an institute – Shree Sarada Sangeetha Vidyalaya, with almost 60-70 students attending the classes every year. These students were trained from Junior Veena to Vidwath Examination. Her commitment and dedication to veena is beyond words and the hardships passed through in obtaining this godhead knowledge are enviable. Padamasini Narasimhachar puts her knowledge filled wisdom in simple words ‘I do not know from where I drew the strength to manage such a big family & play veena. It was not done with any materialistic intentions but was done only with the sheer passion for wisdom. Without the blessings of Perumal it wouldn’t have been possible – I am thankful to him”. It’s this sheer surrender, passion and bhakthi for the divine instrument that lifts her status quo in this planet. A status quo of godliness envisaged by many……..
My "Wairua"
Wairua, this is a part of me if not my whole of me....It is Maori for................."spirit, soul, quintessence - spirit of a person which exists beyond death". My Wairua, lays deep within me... Sophia xx
people pottery
sharing religious thoughts
earths soil - our dark soul
Walking through the dark in daylight darkness holds the soul in blindness from the truth that can be known seeds of truth into the garden of the earth are freely sown seeds must drop into the soil Enter into darker realms but beneath the hid
Thinkin
Quietly I write the words that flow from my head to my pen. I never know when it will happen-possibly now maybe then. My mind has been full of emotion-smiles, frowns and tears So much more and intense than ever before in all my yea
Let me die
Jesus asking the father to die for this lost world while in the earth someone is bleeding in the parking lot.
Its mysterious
This story is NOT based on true events, just testing out my poet skills, please comment if you like it.
Saved!
Jesus saves!
(in)tolerant deity
http://www.npr.org/2011/01/04/132645952/police-pakistani-governor-killed-in-gun-attack?ft=1&f=1001 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_Inquisition http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crusades God's will...or man's?
not a poem precisely
Once a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hat
O MY heart
O MY heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake! Run to the feet of your Beloved: for your Lord stands near to your head. You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not wake?
Credo
This is what I was thinking about when waiting for your call.
Another amazing persian poet , Khayam :)
Before the phantom of False morning died, Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, "When all the Temple is prepared within, "Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"
" He Did Promise "
God didn't promise life without pain Laughter without sorrow Or days without rain. But He did promise.. Strength for the day, Comfort for the tears, And light for the way..
What do we love about Christmas?
What do we love about Christmas; Does our delight reside in things? Or are the feelings in our hearts The real gift the Christmas brings. It's seeing those we love, And sending Christmas Cards,too Appreciating people who bring us
A hymn to veena
Veena-An Indian Instrument
Molly...
Today, I woke up feeling physically ‘crappy’, and the mood is still persisting…, That’s correct, it is just a mood…, And, because, I normally feel great physically, I start panicking when this ‘crappiness’ grips me, and I start thinking ‘wonky’…,
I'll be with you always..
Just a poem
yes
To see evil is to know it is real to feel evil and to see it is as strong as you allow it to be you do not excape evil but contain it there for evil must be imprisoned in the soul and surrendered by love that is the power of GOD only then is it truly
Christmas Oath
To our loved ones we tell no lie With our neighbors our voice not high From all the joys and luxuries We are content with blue sky On wrong doers a watchful eye With good friends we share our pie To injustice, sorrow and pain "Not our busi
My allegiance to the king!
i know my redeemer lives!
A Christmas Thought
Coffee's in the air, housecoats are on top of the tree silver star greets the dawn blanket for needles that fall off the tree silver dollar snowflakes in the sky falling free House is electric with the thought under tree young ones with vis
rumination
Ru`mi`na´tion: noun: a calm lengthy intent consideration, deliberate meditation or reflection.
Walk With The Dreamers
As you walk with dreamers, may you become one too.
Ynys Metcauld, Lindisfarne (Island Of Winds)
Ynys Metcauld Lindisfarne (Island Of Winds) © D Heckels Permissum nos ostendo vos videlicet niveus lux lucis Suo nos ut capimus ut fuga Per pacis quod diligo in a niveus niveus dove Mos ostendo vos via ut Olympus supremus. Wit
Joy!
Is this OK?