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As my profile states I believe in the Spirit of Love who is around us above us below us and inside us. And I believe it is inside you too, no matter what you wish to call it, or not.
Oh this is for all the wishers,DON'T DO IT! Ken x
To have a car To travel to go far Places to seek and find To be free to dash about to go near and far The simple joys of freedoom to travel in a car Oh what luxury to have a car The standing on the pavement waiting for the next bus the co
I walk across the pasture and from a distance I can fell it. Feeding me is the snake. Like veins filled with the blood of knowing. And it tells me of the coming journey. From a time that has no beginning and well go past the horizons.
See, i've run out of gods to curse i used to say the Lord's prayer, Holy Mary and Hail Mary, the whole verses of course, three times a day. All of a sudden a rash of little kids are being brutalized, bruised and beheaded, so at the end of the Lord's prayer i would end with the words "and please don't let any little innocents be brutalized today" well, i think we know if that little ditty was answered or not. Instead of throwing a fit, throw me a reason to believe!~free cee!~
Had this feeling for sometime ..do you guys feel it? An uneasy in my gut.
...eVERYTHING THATS WRONG MIGHT AS WELL BE RIGHT
We regret to inform that the world will be torn not by our hands but yours. We have no need to see humanity bleed to have evil and bloodshed and wars. We've granted the gifts for humanitys' shifts Listen Take heed And be warned. Aw
Just my opinions on the real gods of the world, us.
what is rational about war?
So sorry I was to see your pain, Now things can’t be the same again, So sorry was I to hear the news, Fate is chosen, you do not choose. So sorry to hear, a betting man will lose, Men are betting, by praying in his pews, So sorry to hear, if pr
I guess this is an abstract writing of frustration...
Life flowing from The mountains of birth Down to the ocean Where old age and sickness Take us down deep. What was in our youth New and bright and callow, Fades over time, Wrinkled, dry, sallow. Aging like wine, With love our bouquet, O
Spilling my feeling through the air tell me what you know???
For the Lord gives you the words to say to me when i need them. He knows what i need and when i need it. You are my family of God who are there for me in all times. God reaches under and gathers me up in time of need. He talks to me wit
What is, what is not and what is wished for! The poetic license of the provocateur dwelling in the recesses of the fantasies of his mind!
Born again into the light the angel stumbles from the fight Weary is her troubled heart unable to feel the goodness in the human soul These are creatures of selfishness to do no good for the rest Loving words and kind actions do not foil the nest
Someone once said to me that this drama called life is played out on the stage of the world in the blink of God's eye. It was from this the idea of 'In The Blink Of An Eye' was born.
This is my much studied truths of who God really is and is not. For those with a case of "religiousitis" there is a cure thou this journey can only be taken by yourself
I´d been searching for You all my life but couldn´t seem to find You I crossed oceans and climbed mountains Drove through dusty deserts and rode across the plains. I walked barefoot along the beach, I strolled through sleepy villages and trampe
I actually wrote these when i was 20 and in 5 parts if I recall correctly (so is somewhat of a short story). Due to my lack of organisational skills have only just found them oops.
Another look into us as Souls
It was written in an hour - though it did form in my head and my heart for the day. Its simple - we are all one - we may have different experiences - but at heart and core are One. John
Yeshua - Jesus in hebrew...
Reflection on the Easter story
Arose from the Dungeon with two swords an I keep the shinin armor of tha lord life is but a dream on fightin with the Devil till tha mornin dawn they believe im so gone flowing like the SpiritRealm just too strong right above tha mirror Gladiat
HAVE FAITH
You get only one life, this is it! This is not a trial run for another hit or miss We all have but one chance to do it right To make others happy, to give hope to life So, do not terry, and never pout This one chance will soon be out Our live
This is one of my earlier poems, let me know what you think.
This poem is based on the Charvak philosophy of life, the first of its category which originated in India in 10th century BC and which denies the existence of God and Soul.
The tickets for admission are free. You just have to ask for one.
Personal.
i'll always push away from the strange dwellings in my mind mimed for your convenience, feel the push of time direct me forward into cages i dispise and see faces that show no surprise as i enter the surreal rooms inhabited by weary
The Music Of Poetry Amid life’s social melodies from criterion deep and high beat internal rhythmic memories of breath’s first living sigh. Within youth’s mental progress lie stagnant childhood needs in an age unwilling to confess that th
just watched the movie dilinger bogus people are nothing nice.
I wrote this poem several years ago - before I met Tinypixie. It is a poem about a reunion of Twin Flames.
This is a poem of peace and power , to protect against forces of Evil to bring peace and tranquility to mind body and spirit
(Transcendence) I fall to pieces daily Living but not Seeing but not I see a world that doesn't see itself The pain of struggle awoke The dreamer within Many tears I shed In silence I am dead Through my experience I penetra
If I were to die, where would I go? Could I fly, where everyone know? Would I sleep for a little while, And wake up to the King’s Isle? What happens when I die? Am I put in a hole, left staring at the sky? Or am I burnt to a crisp, Left to flo
The only logical meaning for birth and death will be "Reincarnation"
I have had reaccuring dreams and confirmations via meditation that I soon shall be found by my Spiritual Twin. I wrote this for him.
Longing to see my Lord and Savior where I will be safe and joy alone can fill my heart
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