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TRIPPER the TRIPPING BIRD
TRIPPER the TRIPPING BIRD
The tripping bird trips a trip of dead flight
flying dead pictures by
says do this do that now or I might
never treat you right
travelling the timeline of vicious circling
spiralling head bangs of useless tales
here comes a feather full of weight
falling from the heart of a scorned head jailed
"I want what's happening" this caged bird screams
whilst looking through the open door
all turned salty like a poisoned damp tongue spits
sitting non perched stuck to her self centred mirroring floor
She preens her own story
like a victim in her bones
with her feathered mind
where she focuses her tones
all calmness plays a balled of
something she can't find
why the hell she does this
when she could just unwind
the keeper of the cage at hand
distorts and feeds her well
never sharing his heart club band
just a taste and smell
all is good 'til new arrives
flluttered wave lengths float
hidden pulling worn Tripper's way
no rights to have she gloats
bye bye Tripper ...
you locked you in your cage
a victim card a plea teased
all due to your own rage
see the color of your wings
wishful thinking violet
you may as well be open now
get off self serving try it
my how we can trap ourselves
in what we know's not ours
if it wasn't there to give and take
why lock down devours
never mind another's mind
if minding loses face
why not fly outside that door
and leave others to their fate
Tripper tripping her own weight
own traits own skanky baits
heavily creating her own chase
to trap another's grace
trip on Tripper
don't forget that cage
is yours
The tripping bird trips a trip of dead flight
flying dead pictures by
says do this do that now or I might
never treat you right
travelling the timeline of vicious circling
spiralling head bangs of useless tales
here comes a feather full of weight
falling from the heart of a scorned head jailed
"I want what's happening" this caged bird screams
whilst looking through the open door
all turned salty like a poisoned damp tongue spits
sitting non perched stuck to her self centred mirroring floor
She preens her own story
like a victim in her bones
with her feathered mind
where she focuses her tones
all calmness plays a balled of
something she can't find
why the hell she does this
when she could just unwind
the keeper of the cage at hand
distorts and feeds her well
never sharing his heart club band
just a taste and smell
all is good 'til new arrives
flluttered wave lengths float
hidden pulling worn Tripper's way
no rights to have she gloats
bye bye Tripper ...
you locked you in your cage
a victim card a plea teased
all due to your own rage
see the color of your wings
wishful thinking violet
you may as well be open now
get off self serving try it
my how we can trap ourselves
in what we know's not ours
if it wasn't there to give and take
why lock down devours
never mind another's mind
if minding loses face
why not fly outside that door
and leave others to their fate
Tripper tripping her own weight
own traits own skanky baits
heavily creating her own chase
to trap another's grace
trip on Tripper
don't forget that cage
is yours
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
my how we women can cage ourselves with programmed ways, self savatage, when someone comes into our life. It's up to us to realise we need to let ourselves out of the cage in our minds .. XxUNDER WATER RED SEA STORMS
UNDER WORLD RED SEA STORMS
A Dream a message On waking I saw
A body in Sea Water was floating I saw
A fellow from a Ship dived down thinking death
And searched of that body around with his head
He spotted the body and looked into the eyes
A doorway of strife dead life in disguise
Once locked on with eyes a search he did long
He too became Dead locked into Sea strong
An onlooker was I .. I saw the trap game
And watched another fellow go seek out the same
'Tis I to be sure that looked outside it all
And worked out the saviors got lost in sea storms
As soon as the seekers the saviors were hooked
Via curiosity saving their time also was booked
A thousand of these got lost in the Seas
And found they were too amidst hell and eaze
I saw the Red waves they were all locked into
Roll over them all as Red waves kept construed
No way could they be saved for all who looked down
Into the Deep Seas of curiosity abound
The cycle goes on and more die to these calls
Of unwanted stuck Dead Eyes don't look as you fall
For Eye to Eye contact can sometimes be tricks
To pull curious Souls into Places well fixed
The only way to see without dying in that Sea
Is to not lock your Eyes onto fixed Red Sea pleas
So if one sees a body a dead one at that
Go down if You wish but don't look further than that
There's only one way to save if one dares
Look sideways at the shadows and avoid Red Sea glares
Under water worlds speak in Dream time to me
Beware The Red Sea the Dead Sea we may seek
If one dares to strike dive into and save
grab hands but don't look Eye to eye with this wave
And once you have locked your hands with another
Alive will become swim back to not smother
Have 4 men on deck your ship just in case
So you can see the pattern of stuck Dead as they waste
The forth will catch on to the Dead via sheer rescue
And never lay his eye as he dives in his Soul Bless U
Beware .. the Dead Floating for they are but just alseep
Make sure You are armed as the Undertows are Red deep
The Firey waves underwater treadmills of time
Give insights of the Wheel of curious eyes in our Mind
A Dream a message On waking I saw
A body in Sea Water was floating I saw
A fellow from a Ship dived down thinking death
And searched of that body around with his head
He spotted the body and looked into the eyes
A doorway of strife dead life in disguise
Once locked on with eyes a search he did long
He too became Dead locked into Sea strong
An onlooker was I .. I saw the trap game
And watched another fellow go seek out the same
'Tis I to be sure that looked outside it all
And worked out the saviors got lost in sea storms
As soon as the seekers the saviors were hooked
Via curiosity saving their time also was booked
A thousand of these got lost in the Seas
And found they were too amidst hell and eaze
I saw the Red waves they were all locked into
Roll over them all as Red waves kept construed
No way could they be saved for all who looked down
Into the Deep Seas of curiosity abound
The cycle goes on and more die to these calls
Of unwanted stuck Dead Eyes don't look as you fall
For Eye to Eye contact can sometimes be tricks
To pull curious Souls into Places well fixed
The only way to see without dying in that Sea
Is to not lock your Eyes onto fixed Red Sea pleas
So if one sees a body a dead one at that
Go down if You wish but don't look further than that
There's only one way to save if one dares
Look sideways at the shadows and avoid Red Sea glares
Under water worlds speak in Dream time to me
Beware The Red Sea the Dead Sea we may seek
If one dares to strike dive into and save
grab hands but don't look Eye to eye with this wave
And once you have locked your hands with another
Alive will become swim back to not smother
Have 4 men on deck your ship just in case
So you can see the pattern of stuck Dead as they waste
The forth will catch on to the Dead via sheer rescue
And never lay his eye as he dives in his Soul Bless U
Beware .. the Dead Floating for they are but just alseep
Make sure You are armed as the Undertows are Red deep
The Firey waves underwater treadmills of time
Give insights of the Wheel of curious eyes in our Mind
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Another look into us as SoulsPUREST INTENTION
PUREST INTENTION
Living in Totality of Freedom of being
Is Somewhat of a Daily Cleansing
A Continual Awakening
Continual Rebirth
Rebirth is Many Little Aha Moments
Leading to New Beginnings
New Universal Rebirth
Cozmic Remembrance
Allowing All To be AZIZ
Gives Freedom to All AZIZ Within
Gives Openings many a Time
Many More To Come
No Need for Explanations to Others
Even To One's Self ...
For If We R Forever being Open In Purest Intention ...
We Are Helping Heal Ourselves n Others
We Are Open To Continual Transformations
We Don't Need to Put Out Vibes Of Claims
Claims Will Only Hinder Us Within
Self Convincing Beyond Our Capablilities
Will Eventually lead us to Our Ignorance
And We have Choice Of Staying OPEN
Sharing Openly Our True Reasoning
Behind Our Masks Presented
It Can Only Make Us Stronger
Seeing the Deeper Aspects Intended
We Don't Need to Explain To Others
In Order To Save Face ..
Just Move On into a Purer State Of Being
Live Love Live for ...
Purest Intention
Living in Totality of Freedom of being
Is Somewhat of a Daily Cleansing
A Continual Awakening
Continual Rebirth
Rebirth is Many Little Aha Moments
Leading to New Beginnings
New Universal Rebirth
Cozmic Remembrance
Allowing All To be AZIZ
Gives Freedom to All AZIZ Within
Gives Openings many a Time
Many More To Come
No Need for Explanations to Others
Even To One's Self ...
For If We R Forever being Open In Purest Intention ...
We Are Helping Heal Ourselves n Others
We Are Open To Continual Transformations
We Don't Need to Put Out Vibes Of Claims
Claims Will Only Hinder Us Within
Self Convincing Beyond Our Capablilities
Will Eventually lead us to Our Ignorance
And We have Choice Of Staying OPEN
Sharing Openly Our True Reasoning
Behind Our Masks Presented
It Can Only Make Us Stronger
Seeing the Deeper Aspects Intended
We Don't Need to Explain To Others
In Order To Save Face ..
Just Move On into a Purer State Of Being
Live Love Live for ...
Purest Intention
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Just about doing our best in any situation that arises xxxx
The Edge
I’ve been to the edge, and I stared straight down,
A large empty void, no escape, no sound,
Whispers from ghosts of days gone past,
Years ticking away, life moving on way to fast,
Reflecting on the person I was long ago,
Seeds of the future that began to grow,
Searching for something that seemed out of reach,
My soul for the taking, to Him I beseech,
Save this soul I screamed to the clouds above,
Aren't you suppose to be a God of love,
Questions arose that seemed so far,
Heartache and pain that left a scar,
To each that seek the answers to your own sin,
Search no further than your soul within,
The Man upstairs will leave you to ponder,
To let you decide if want your soul to wander,
Understand which path you have chose to stalk,
Understand in the shadows where the demons walk
The answers are the test for you to learn,
To fail the test in the fires you shall burn,,
There is no end to this story you have just heard,
Just comes from some feelings that have been stirred,
Still learning the lessons that this life still brings,
I just know it is God who pulls the strings.
A large empty void, no escape, no sound,
Whispers from ghosts of days gone past,
Years ticking away, life moving on way to fast,
Reflecting on the person I was long ago,
Seeds of the future that began to grow,
Searching for something that seemed out of reach,
My soul for the taking, to Him I beseech,
Save this soul I screamed to the clouds above,
Aren't you suppose to be a God of love,
Questions arose that seemed so far,
Heartache and pain that left a scar,
To each that seek the answers to your own sin,
Search no further than your soul within,
The Man upstairs will leave you to ponder,
To let you decide if want your soul to wander,
Understand which path you have chose to stalk,
Understand in the shadows where the demons walk
The answers are the test for you to learn,
To fail the test in the fires you shall burn,,
There is no end to this story you have just heard,
Just comes from some feelings that have been stirred,
Still learning the lessons that this life still brings,
I just know it is God who pulls the strings.
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Posted: Jan 2014
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Swaztika
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The peace your arms directed moved humanity and grace
Of luck and prosperity now echoes through nightmares and disgrace
For thousands of years you represented so many cultures
Until propaganda branded you into an image of slaughter
You were sealed on the coin in the Great City of Troy
Adorned Indian textiles and spoken through The Great Buddhist voice
Worn proudly on the sleeves of Americans during the first war
Then badged on the Boy Scouts until Hitler made you a whore
A symbolism of the four cardinal directions have now lost their ways
Memories as old as ancient gods lost in time and misplaced
To you well being was to translate war from svasti
Idolized by so many wanna be ignorant nazis
Genocide may be your agenda but wipe that stupid look from your face
As you now know your tattooed not by your hero but a tan and yellow race
~ JJF~
The peace your arms directed moved humanity and grace
Of luck and prosperity now echoes through nightmares and disgrace
For thousands of years you represented so many cultures
Until propaganda branded you into an image of slaughter
You were sealed on the coin in the Great City of Troy
Adorned Indian textiles and spoken through The Great Buddhist voice
Worn proudly on the sleeves of Americans during the first war
Then badged on the Boy Scouts until Hitler made you a whore
A symbolism of the four cardinal directions have now lost their ways
Memories as old as ancient gods lost in time and misplaced
To you well being was to translate war from svasti
Idolized by so many wanna be ignorant nazis
Genocide may be your agenda but wipe that stupid look from your face
As you now know your tattooed not by your hero but a tan and yellow race
~ JJF~
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Posted: Jan 2014
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Off the Streets
I got off the streets tonight
Every day is pure hardship
Sucked into a material world
Expression of being an individual
Don’t crimp my style
Or take over my life
Something you treasure
As much as my time
Away from my work
Coexist in good measure
Investing in me
A good house
A strong foundation
Discovering desire
A loving family
Means everything to me
I want to say more
A message of hope
And understanding
So what's your story?
Every day is pure hardship
Sucked into a material world
Expression of being an individual
Don’t crimp my style
Or take over my life
Something you treasure
As much as my time
Away from my work
Coexist in good measure
Investing in me
A good house
A strong foundation
Discovering desire
A loving family
Means everything to me
I want to say more
A message of hope
And understanding
So what's your story?
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Do you want to share stories? :))
A Wondering Star.
a wondering star am i wondering who you are, like the sands of time floating by like a rhyme, living in moments by the sea from within the deep ends of me, I ask to stand alone in time to count the moments i have felt sublime a fleeting memory of one true moment i knew that i was not just i lie within you, have we felt so true to live within the realm of you have we seen the end of an unknown lie that does not tie into this tree of high, does this all seem so new to me or is it also you, i have never felt this high above looking deep down above, i kneel down to look high i feel in touch with the sky, i look around within i found, there is place that stands on hallowed ground, i sit here writing from my eye i see there is no end of me and you.. i see this to be true...
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Posted: Jan 2014
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light
my shining knight
in the armor of light
guardian of the Heaven's
sings in the chant
of a thousand angels
playing enchantingly
sweet soft music
in the tune of peace
goodwill to all mankind
in dark we see suffering
light of our feelings
in the house of our master
God sends a messenger
darkness draws
on lights shadows
expelling demons
a battle of souls
the sword in life
truth saves
a thousand souls
the Lord created
every living being
struck down the dark
shining his light
upon us
bringing us
life
in the armor of light
guardian of the Heaven's
sings in the chant
of a thousand angels
playing enchantingly
sweet soft music
in the tune of peace
goodwill to all mankind
in dark we see suffering
light of our feelings
in the house of our master
God sends a messenger
darkness draws
on lights shadows
expelling demons
a battle of souls
the sword in life
truth saves
a thousand souls
the Lord created
every living being
struck down the dark
shining his light
upon us
bringing us
life
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2013
Post CommentProverbial Sunrise
Deep in thought I focus on all the pain
I've let it drain my happiness from me every day
If I had a penny for every thought that I've ever had
I would throw them in a well and wish for just one more laugh
But I see the light above my head is still shining bright
As I sleep in this lonesome abyss with my fear tonight
If I continue to give authority to this lifeless dream
Then I've allowed my soul to live in perpetual defeat
Tomorrow will be a better day if I choose
So with the morning sun I'll reach for life where flowers bloom
Inside of me the war has just begun
Fighting to feel the grace of Your warming sun
As I forgive myself for everything I have done
I leave my bag of burdens behind and carry on
Tomorrow is a better day and I choose
To become the strong and loving man You gave this life to
So here I am humbled, tormented, naked, and ashamed
Stripped of all my armor and foolish prides heavy weights
I know that I can no longer do this on my own
Will You please send me an angel tonight to guide me home
As I stand silently still at the threshold of eternity
The beating of my heart reverberates in search for peace
Without my past I could not find my destiny
It took a while to climb this mountain, but on the way I've learned to sing
~ Lord, are You listening? ~
~ JJF~
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Posted: Jan 2014
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The Real Meaning Of Christmas
The Real Meaning Of Christmas
How do we perceive Christmas ?
as a celebration for the world
a commemoration of the birth
of Jesus or maybe a creation of
an icon from the North Pole
we all call Santa Claus.
Christmas is a time were families
come together to share gifts
with family and friends honour
the birth of Jesus as the little
child who was born in a manger
on Christmas day.
We honour Santa Claus as the
giver of presents, who travels
on Christmas Eve and unloads
presents to children everywhere.
There seems to be a dilemma as
who we should really be paying
homage to, some say Jesus and
others would say Santa Claus.
This leaves us all with one single
thought is Christmas really a
religious event or just a commercial
venture brought on by large companies
intent on making large profits on toys
and gifts and using Santa to do all
the work for them just to win the
hearts of the little children we all love.
Christmas does have a meaning
and in everyone's hearts they all
know the real truth about Christmas
but the world as it is today, our
traditions seem to have disappeared
like the true meaning of Christmas.
We all need to pay homage to the
Celebration of the birth of Jesus.
and not the gift bringer in a red suit
that we call Santa Claus.
How do we perceive Christmas ?
as a celebration for the world
a commemoration of the birth
of Jesus or maybe a creation of
an icon from the North Pole
we all call Santa Claus.
Christmas is a time were families
come together to share gifts
with family and friends honour
the birth of Jesus as the little
child who was born in a manger
on Christmas day.
We honour Santa Claus as the
giver of presents, who travels
on Christmas Eve and unloads
presents to children everywhere.
There seems to be a dilemma as
who we should really be paying
homage to, some say Jesus and
others would say Santa Claus.
This leaves us all with one single
thought is Christmas really a
religious event or just a commercial
venture brought on by large companies
intent on making large profits on toys
and gifts and using Santa to do all
the work for them just to win the
hearts of the little children we all love.
Christmas does have a meaning
and in everyone's hearts they all
know the real truth about Christmas
but the world as it is today, our
traditions seem to have disappeared
like the true meaning of Christmas.
We all need to pay homage to the
Celebration of the birth of Jesus.
and not the gift bringer in a red suit
that we call Santa Claus.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
This controversial poem depicts how society is being misled by multi national companies using Santa Claus as their poster boy to sell toys and to attract the children from all over the world and make them believe Christmas is Santa's day and not Jesus the Messiah, would God be pleased with this arrangement ? I think not. please read this and then you decide.Written: 21st December 2013
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