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As I stand upon the edges of time...
I'm reminded of memories sweet in my mind...
I've hearkened unto thy words of the past...
Sweet lyrics of scripture, remind me at last....

The day draws nigh, the hour is near...
Our Glorious Saviour soon will be here...
As fast as light travels, it just can't exceed...
The infinite speed at which God does proceed...

Your preordained destiny from the moment of birth...
Return now Dear Lord! ...Please wash clean this earth!
The tears of thy brethren have risen as mist...
And have fallen as rain...ingrained with such pain...

There are some that believe that it can never be done...
To surpass the speed of the light from the sun...
But wo' unto those, You've made it quite clear...
The tears of God's children will soon disappear...

My imagination runs away
with you, once again.
Leading us, to where the darkness
and light continually fade.

An endless bed, of rippled ocean,
clings to our naked skin.
Submerged, by breathless words,
then exposed, by soft warm winds.

We crash against each other,
like hungry, tireless waves.
Drowning one another, in
a hypnotic, sensual state.

I devour your every tremble
and quiver, with a kiss,
trailing down your salty neck,
like, a soft and hungry mist.

Your eyes penetrate my passion,
and I settle in their gleam,
we're tangled, then the earth quakes,
awakening, a star filled dream.

In attempt, of even fathoming
this emotive, dreamy bliss,
I fall, through the reflection
of our rippled, ocean bed.

Descending fast, my spirit's
drawn to just one final glimpse,
of you're sweet, glowing smile,
awaiting, farewells blown kiss.

We browse through acres of faces, three dimensional and forced
Flick through ill conceived profiles, full of temptation and shiny allure
Engage our filters, so as not to attract our shallow misconceptions
We sit. We wait and we wait some more
Impatience not being our virtue, we change the lure
Disengage filters so as to attract those whom we would otherwise ignore
We sit. We wait and we wait some more
The nibbles and bites, we cannot contain our excitement!
... but with callous disdain we discard the hope filled advances
We sit. We wait and we wait some more
The game is flawed, the catch being the goal
But remember this, even fish have a soul!
Tis Human nature to be so hard to please
So we continue...
We sit. We wait and we wait some more.

The wind blew gently through his raven mane,
As he lifted his fallen friend,
The Eagle calls from high above,
Then softly does descend.

The Bison roaming, graze and stare,
For this mighty warrior, they show not fear,
Respect they give and pass him by,
As he hug’s his friend tightly and softly they cry.

The battle is lost; he must now lose a friend,
When will this madness, this violence end?
He calls to his spirits with tears in his eyes,
And feels life depart, as his friend quietly dies.

The Eagle swoops down, with his talons extended,
He must lift the spirit from this life that has ended,
Then carry it back, to where it belongs,
To the company of warriors, their dance and their songs.

A painful cry, broke free from this man,
He dropped to his knees, just too weak to stand,
His heart lay in pieces, in the hot sun and sand,
His grief knows no bounds, for his friend was his son.

Then hearing a cry, from high in the air,
He looks through the tears of his pain and despair,
Two Eagles now soaring, majestic and free,
His sons been returned, as a god of the Cree.

Steve

Come with me to days gone past
Before the world was formed
I will tell you how it came about
The land and all the creatures

The sky was dark, no sun or stars
And nothing there below it
From out of nowhere came the snake
Twas Gundahwandi, Life Giver

From her mouth the stars spewed forth
Lighting up the heavens
From her belly she laid the eggs
It was the sun and the planets

Back and forth, round she slithered
All around she wove her magic
Plants and animals all came into being
And man her greatest creation

The deed was done, round she looked
All she saw pleased her
Was time for rest, her job was done
The rest was left for mankind

"Whomever commits a heinous act shall parish like evil deservedly should"
a "1st Commandment" that would assure sinister never takes over good
I'm beyond sick of hearing reason behind everything is " Free Will "
circumstance IS WHY humans can't adhere to "Thou shall not Kill"

So a life of constant sorrow is our 'Gift' from the loving merciful god
"who so ever denies him shan't escape the wrath of his vengeful rod"
Now wait just a minute... let me see if my understanding is correct
this "Gift" a god consciously made mostly painful isn't called neglect

When existing was on the table we respectfully should've had a voice
anyone mentally sound wouldn't accept a life of suffering if given a choice
Why we were forced into "Almighty's" vile world will never be known
if humanity was part of a gods perfect plan it was indubitably blown

"The Bible" claims the "Creator" knows what the future of each human will be
again...it sounds like our suffering was a predetermined conclusion of he
Does this entity sit idly by watching "his children" suffer because he's bored
I beg you...explain how Love or Mercy has anything to do with this Lord

An answer is out there I feel...but ONE All Powerful I can't conceive
I've tried faith but now it's reality I have consciously chosen to believe

This is a poem to humanity. When you read it, stop and think. You can apply it to anyone or anything you meet along the road. For we are but spirits in human form trying to negotiate our way through this earthly existence. However - the way in which you negotiate this Life is up to you. You are the creator of your own destiny. You have free will and decide. How you treat your fellow human and the beautiful other beings we share this earth with - therein lies the key not only to your own evolution - but to the evolution of all. For we are all one created in the image of God.

“ Ta do shuil go h-alainn ( Gaelic)
Your eyes are beautiful ( English )
“ Your eyes are beautiful “
full of wisdom, fire and passion.
The thread of gold, which sparkles when you smile,
ignited by the thoughts therein.
Like a mountain stream that sparkles in the clear sunlight of creation.

Looking in those eyes I wonder what lies within,
The years of learning, the yearning for knowledge.
The unconquerable spirit that shines through
The deep recess’s, the crags and the abyss.

Through Love and pain, laughter and tears,
memories accumulated down through the years,
wonderment, mystique, beauty and innocence.

What is it I see in you that I yearn for in my being?
Is it know loves gentle graces once more?
To wash away the fear and rise anew
pulsating with life to seek loves opportunities once more.

The unconquerable spirit that always shines through,
is that the part of me that longs for you ?

For when I look in your eyes and you take away the veils,
I recognize the beauty in us that always prevails,
and so the seed that has been laid bare in that part of me which I had long forgotten,
came to see the light of creation once more.
For far too long it had lingered in that barren place,
In the depths of mis-creation.
Not knowing that the sun was shining in my heart,
It had lain there for years unaware of loves gentle graces.

Thank you Spirit for reminding me who I am
Written by John Kelly @ 11.30 pm on 20/07/2004
Thank you God for letting me be who I am.
We are but messengers passing through on our way back to God/Spirit. Treat everyone you meet with kindness. Always strive to awaken the light in those that you meet. However always remember “ to thine own self be true” and never forget the words of Abraham Lincoln “ speak softly and carry a big stick”, for if the message is not received, send that person love and light, bless them and be on your way for you have naught to prove but to yourself. There is much work to be done and many souls to be touched.

Your first duty is to yourself always. In taking care of yourself you become a light bearer to light the path for those that follow. Walk the walk - not talk the talk.

In sunshine and in sorrow always prevail - for “ the kingdom of heaven is within yourself my child “. All you have to do is go within and trust. That which is within you will never see you wrong. Use your intuition more - listen to God’s little voice - learn to trust. Come from your heart centre with pure intent. If this is reciprocated that is indeed a joy, for to see the light stirring is always a beautiful experience and a joy to behold - if it should fall upon deaf ears - fear not - Always allow. Everything will always find its way back to the light.

Once the first step is taken on this path you will never return to your previous vibrations. At times it may be a lonely path - however if you could but see through the eyes of spirit, you will be so humbled and exalted once you have come a little ways and stop to look back. For this is how we grow, evolve and return to God (know our true selves - for we are God).


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©2006 John Kelly/Cupernicus:12:10:58

The greatest story book ever claims a god created the Heavens and Earth
the vengeful deity also gave humans what he called 'The Gift' of birth
Nowhere does it say he purposely decided perpetual grief would be our fate
an all knowing surely knew 'Faith and Hope' in him had an expiration date

Humans NEED to feel this life somehow actually has meaning
none of significance is where my realistic thoughts are leaning
People of reason shouldn't believe some fictitious almighty exist
what kind of Loving Merciful God lets innocent suffer and evil persist

This life is symbolic of a very precarious Roller Coaster ride
lurking around every corner is wear potential fears reside
All the ups and downs indicative of how you're often feeling
our so-called 'Gift of Life' was guaranteed to keep us reeling

I couldn't worship anything that in no way depicts perfect or nice
don't question HE who we can't confirm is even real or pay a price
Again I declare I've lost faith but still have as much hope as ANY
something is deserving of faith and in Mother Nature I have plenty

Once upon a Christmas a long time ago,
Santa was getting ready for his annual trip,
But problems began to appear high and low,
It was enough to give even Santa the pip.

Four of Santa’s elves got sick, life can be cruel,
The trainee elves could not produce toys very fast,
So Santa was becoming behind schedule,
And as a result he felt very downcast.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her mum was coming to stay,
Santa couldn’t stand the whining old biddy,
This stressed Santa even more on this important day,
It made him nauseous and quite giddy.

When Santa went to harness his reindeer, what a mess,
Three were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence,
They were out there somewhere which caused him more distress,
His face grimaced as his body became tense.


When he began to load the sleigh it cracked like a gun,
The toy bag was scattered all over the icy ground,
This Christmas Eve was turning out to be not much fun,
Which was echoed in the sleigh bells’ hollow sound.

Santa needed a drink; his usual apple cider and rum,
But the elves had hidden his liquor and he had nothing to drink,
He began to get frustrated and morbidly glum,
He could see that his career was teetering on the brink.


Then he accidentally dropped his cider pot on the floor,
It broke into a hundred little pieces all over the kitchen,
When he reached for the broom, mice had eaten the end with straw,
It was like some horror story fiction.


But just then when all was doom and gloom, the doorbell rang,
Santa opened it and saw a little angel with a great big tree,
“Merry Christmas…what a lovely day,” the little angel sang,
His face beaming with Christmas spirit so joyous and free.

“I have this beautiful tree for you, where would you like me to stick it?”
He said like a happy queen bee,
Santa without thought knew where it would fit…
Thus began the tradition of the little angel a top the Christmas tree.