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My "Wairua"
The great doors opened
Upon his step
lay many souls
Gathered held and loved
within his
sweeping heart
Black coat hanging
upon
cemented erect shoulders
standing proud
His face of ashen love
a map of many hurts
yet placed to one side
for his way is to only
suck in your pain
and share his....
to enable you all
to accept
Love pain loss
A great light with that darkness
always silhouetted behind him
He will turn his head to you
He will give all
till nothing is left
dwelling within your soul
As one who gives all
shall know within
That beautiful darkened soul
Knows like me
The many roads we stumble
For he like me
will say
I am here
All is well
With spoken words
he expells
"All my grief
I have to bare"
"but tis only to help YOU here"
most steadily on Your way
You like me
No cross to bare
But to forever gather
those that seek
That need those gentle comforting words
SS
xx
This is my greeting to you, all the peoples of the world
This is my greeting of love to you all
Ko tenei te mihi atu ki a koutou katoa o te ao
Ko tenei te mihi aroha ki a koutou
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Upon his step
lay many souls
Gathered held and loved
within his
sweeping heart
Black coat hanging
upon
cemented erect shoulders
standing proud
His face of ashen love
a map of many hurts
yet placed to one side
for his way is to only
suck in your pain
and share his....
to enable you all
to accept
Love pain loss
A great light with that darkness
always silhouetted behind him
He will turn his head to you
He will give all
till nothing is left
dwelling within your soul
As one who gives all
shall know within
That beautiful darkened soul
Knows like me
The many roads we stumble
For he like me
will say
I am here
All is well
With spoken words
he expells
"All my grief
I have to bare"
"but tis only to help YOU here"
most steadily on Your way
You like me
No cross to bare
But to forever gather
those that seek
That need those gentle comforting words
SS
xx
This is my greeting to you, all the peoples of the world
This is my greeting of love to you all
Ko tenei te mihi atu ki a koutou katoa o te ao
Ko tenei te mihi aroha ki a koutou
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
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
alms
suspended down in the bible belt
lord's presence is so keenly felt
asphalt roads with Burma Shave signs
stand one an other revelations divine
for it is said, that and this
religion betrayed by just a kiss
embrace faith of heaven's aspiration
or face an eternity of God's damnation
not to fan the flames and blaze the fire
diminish another's ritual or raise ire
but only to agree that each one of us
follows a holy path not known and thus
does God want me not to question
blindly follow without discretion
edicts made known in write of man
to be a member of any religious clan
or can it be said that deity assigns
nature's own innate questioning minds
to learn and grow with wisdom and love
to be heaven's agents and worthy of
love returned by man and supreme being
to worship our God without disagreeing
on the worthiness of anyone's soul
to live a useful human life, the goal
© agoodguy2have 2010-07-06
lord's presence is so keenly felt
asphalt roads with Burma Shave signs
stand one an other revelations divine
for it is said, that and this
religion betrayed by just a kiss
embrace faith of heaven's aspiration
or face an eternity of God's damnation
not to fan the flames and blaze the fire
diminish another's ritual or raise ire
but only to agree that each one of us
follows a holy path not known and thus
does God want me not to question
blindly follow without discretion
edicts made known in write of man
to be a member of any religious clan
or can it be said that deity assigns
nature's own innate questioning minds
to learn and grow with wisdom and love
to be heaven's agents and worthy of
love returned by man and supreme being
to worship our God without disagreeing
on the worthiness of anyone's soul
to live a useful human life, the goal
© agoodguy2have 2010-07-06
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Under the Stars
Open the windows
close the windows
so goes the rhythm as
we let in and close out.
shut out the cold of winter
and snows that blanket all
bring in the warmth of spring
with the fragrance of its blooms.
shut out summer’s heat
and the weeds that inflame
open to fall’s kaleidoscope
spinning in its autumn breeze.
Open the windows
close the windows
so goes the rhythm as
we let in and close out.
****
Open the windows
let fresh air and sunlight in
gaze lovingly at
the stars and moon.
While bodies are housed inside
hearts and souls can roam
out under the stars
where dreams are made.
close the windows
so goes the rhythm as
we let in and close out.
shut out the cold of winter
and snows that blanket all
bring in the warmth of spring
with the fragrance of its blooms.
shut out summer’s heat
and the weeds that inflame
open to fall’s kaleidoscope
spinning in its autumn breeze.
Open the windows
close the windows
so goes the rhythm as
we let in and close out.
****
Open the windows
let fresh air and sunlight in
gaze lovingly at
the stars and moon.
While bodies are housed inside
hearts and souls can roam
out under the stars
where dreams are made.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
The rituals of daily life, with its cycles of opening and closing.
The Lost One
You can be close to people in inches,
but miles away in heart.
Spend seeming lifetimes,
to move further
and further apart.
Or far away in miles,
ever so near in heart.
and lifetimes getting nearer,
to the lost one,
the other half.
but miles away in heart.
Spend seeming lifetimes,
to move further
and further apart.
Or far away in miles,
ever so near in heart.
and lifetimes getting nearer,
to the lost one,
the other half.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Musing on the illusion of distance...Phalanxis of Light
Phalanxis of Light.
Unimaginably bright.
Deliverer of sight,
the escutcheoned way,
the seal of veritee.
embossed in thought,
etched in sound.
To the dreamers,
You have not seen the Dark,
but,
touched its golden shadow.
Felt its filth between your toes.
For those who feign its friendship,
annihilation awaits for those.
For false treasures,
borrowed pleasures,
unequal measures,
an infinite eternity of angst.
Haught as you are,
you're left with a scar.
That roils and swirls
and strobes like a sickened beacon.
To the Phalanxis of Light
you are seen,
you are noticed,
you are marked
and allowed to dream the dream
of imagined power.
Unimaginably bright.
Deliverer of sight,
the escutcheoned way,
the seal of veritee.
embossed in thought,
etched in sound.
To the dreamers,
You have not seen the Dark,
but,
touched its golden shadow.
Felt its filth between your toes.
For those who feign its friendship,
annihilation awaits for those.
For false treasures,
borrowed pleasures,
unequal measures,
an infinite eternity of angst.
Haught as you are,
you're left with a scar.
That roils and swirls
and strobes like a sickened beacon.
To the Phalanxis of Light
you are seen,
you are noticed,
you are marked
and allowed to dream the dream
of imagined power.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
There is no dream, like the dream within a dream within a dream. Remove all dreams, and clearsight the magnificence...
Cast away
Rooster in sync with the sun's rise a day. A shower an shave no time to waste, six days have past, the seventh will be to free up my conscience with an envelope stuffed. Rope is in tug as the brass beckons all. Six days before an last nights recall. At least my spots bought by one day a week in sunday of gather an minister speak. I feel so much better now sin is forgave, six days to go for the seventh again~
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
I live directly across from a church, every sunday i'm reminded of how some live all week to repent on sundays.
A Dream Within A Dream
A Dream Within A Dream
If you dream a dream and turn to dream it again
you awaken to the memory of a vision seen then!
When you don’t expect it the image will be there
re-appearing in different disguises, everywhere!
An echo of a sleeping world out of waking reach
a forlorn desire of something you can’t breach!
The mirrored images of what you see will seem
like sad reflections, of a dream within a dream!
The mind will not let a heart’s emotions keep
nagging from within with no respect for sleep!
In the seaming knowledge of a religious light
might simply be the refuge of an inner plight!
Within the fine balance of each person’s brain
the secrets of what makes them sane, or insane!
When we surrender to strong emotions we seem
spiritually trapped, in a dream within a dream!
Time has no place as the imagery stays with you
in it’s multiple variations in the state of Déjà vu!
You’re conscious of no colour to each revelation
just shades of grey shape your persistent vision!
Yet you hope on the day you take your last breath
you will find rainbow spirits in the truth of death!
Perhaps though death is not what it might seem
and all you view is but a dream within a dream!
sonofadam
If you dream a dream and turn to dream it again
you awaken to the memory of a vision seen then!
When you don’t expect it the image will be there
re-appearing in different disguises, everywhere!
An echo of a sleeping world out of waking reach
a forlorn desire of something you can’t breach!
The mirrored images of what you see will seem
like sad reflections, of a dream within a dream!
The mind will not let a heart’s emotions keep
nagging from within with no respect for sleep!
In the seaming knowledge of a religious light
might simply be the refuge of an inner plight!
Within the fine balance of each person’s brain
the secrets of what makes them sane, or insane!
When we surrender to strong emotions we seem
spiritually trapped, in a dream within a dream!
Time has no place as the imagery stays with you
in it’s multiple variations in the state of Déjà vu!
You’re conscious of no colour to each revelation
just shades of grey shape your persistent vision!
Yet you hope on the day you take your last breath
you will find rainbow spirits in the truth of death!
Perhaps though death is not what it might seem
and all you view is but a dream within a dream!
sonofadam
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Posted: Aug 2009
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THAT MOST MAGNIFICENT TAPESTRY
Let me remember, that I am love
It's what I am created of...
For long before I came to be, this same someone I know as me
I was woven into, a glorious mystery...
Like golden thread, so very divinely spun
Then entwined into the Wholeness, of that greater One...
Just as a tiny raindrop that's drawn, out from a great vast sea
Though separate, an infinite part of...
That most magnificent tapestry...
written: by aware3 (07/18/08).
It's what I am created of...
For long before I came to be, this same someone I know as me
I was woven into, a glorious mystery...
Like golden thread, so very divinely spun
Then entwined into the Wholeness, of that greater One...
Just as a tiny raindrop that's drawn, out from a great vast sea
Though separate, an infinite part of...
That most magnificent tapestry...
written: by aware3 (07/18/08).
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
My own perception of Divine Oneness, that I believe we all share. A oneness that does not see race, age, country, creed, or any of the self-imposed barriers, that we put between ourselves and others. And then we ask, "Why is there so much loneliness and suffering on this beautiful planet, that we inhabit"? We must somehow, find our way back to that sameness, and return to our true origin. To see beyond the exterior, which is only temporary-to the infinite Spirit, that created and connected all to it and to each other. As a Spiritual Advisor/Catalyst, it is part of a collection. I hope to soon complete them to share...
An Angel On Earth - Good Intentions
The angel sent here, so focused in mind
The land in the dark so hard to define
So silent with no creature to be found
The whispering breeze the only audible sound
Yet she hears the mass and their cries
Riddled with pain and misled by lies
The angel, walking, picks up the pace
Determination etched on her angelic face
The angel finally comes upon a small house
A man inside, screaming at his spouse
"How could you go and have an affair?!"
"I never have!", his wife cried in despair
Overwhelmed by the urgent need to help
She plunged inside before she could stop herself
The angel would put a stop to this fight
It's why she is here, this is her plight
She told them to stop and listen to each other
Listen to the way you're screaming at your lover
She told them to remember the love that they shared
Think of all the secrets that you've bared
Then something happened, something very strange
The man had become even more deranged
He began shouting, cursing and spraying spittle
Not willing to listen, not even a little
"Get the hell out of my home!"
They wouldn't listen, she should have known
The angel departed through the open door
The urge to rectify growing evermore
Disappointed, but not yet giving up
Even she could not deal with the corrupt
She would start on a much smaller scale
She longed to make a difference by the end of this tale
Now, here she was on the road again
In search of some lost soul to befriend
"Next time will be different", the angel vowed
No more setbacks could be allowed
Soon she came upon a withered old man
As soon as he saw her he began to demand
"I know who you are, I know of your kind!
Servant of God or not, here's a piece of my mind
All my life I've lived by this curse
Everything just goes from bad to worse
Your God took away my beloved wife
And my son too, he took his own life
I've been on my own for so many years
Many, many sleepless night and unheard tears
I have no money and nowhere to live
Relying on food strangers seldom give
I will hear none of your stories!
Of that God in all His supposed glory."
He spat and turned and hobbled away
The shocked angel quietly began to pray
"I have to go, I can't do anything here
It's almost a lost cause" she feared
Next time she would devise a plan
She could'nt just appear to any man
The land in the dark so hard to define
So silent with no creature to be found
The whispering breeze the only audible sound
Yet she hears the mass and their cries
Riddled with pain and misled by lies
The angel, walking, picks up the pace
Determination etched on her angelic face
The angel finally comes upon a small house
A man inside, screaming at his spouse
"How could you go and have an affair?!"
"I never have!", his wife cried in despair
Overwhelmed by the urgent need to help
She plunged inside before she could stop herself
The angel would put a stop to this fight
It's why she is here, this is her plight
She told them to stop and listen to each other
Listen to the way you're screaming at your lover
She told them to remember the love that they shared
Think of all the secrets that you've bared
Then something happened, something very strange
The man had become even more deranged
He began shouting, cursing and spraying spittle
Not willing to listen, not even a little
"Get the hell out of my home!"
They wouldn't listen, she should have known
The angel departed through the open door
The urge to rectify growing evermore
Disappointed, but not yet giving up
Even she could not deal with the corrupt
She would start on a much smaller scale
She longed to make a difference by the end of this tale
Now, here she was on the road again
In search of some lost soul to befriend
"Next time will be different", the angel vowed
No more setbacks could be allowed
Soon she came upon a withered old man
As soon as he saw her he began to demand
"I know who you are, I know of your kind!
Servant of God or not, here's a piece of my mind
All my life I've lived by this curse
Everything just goes from bad to worse
Your God took away my beloved wife
And my son too, he took his own life
I've been on my own for so many years
Many, many sleepless night and unheard tears
I have no money and nowhere to live
Relying on food strangers seldom give
I will hear none of your stories!
Of that God in all His supposed glory."
He spat and turned and hobbled away
The shocked angel quietly began to pray
"I have to go, I can't do anything here
It's almost a lost cause" she feared
Next time she would devise a plan
She could'nt just appear to any man
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
I am not a religious person but going to catholic schools has influenced some of my writing. I think religion is a pretty concept even if I can't embrace it myself. Also quite long, sorry bout that.
Mercy
---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----The depths of the sea
They begin with a stream
Formed of tears from my heart
The current is pulling me under
As the water recedes
A tsunami of life crashes through me
Swallowed by chaos comfortably numb
This is His mercy to His will I succumb
They begin with a stream
Formed of tears from my heart
The current is pulling me under
As the water recedes
A tsunami of life crashes through me
Swallowed by chaos comfortably numb
This is His mercy to His will I succumb
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
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