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False Doors?
Are we ready for the truth of Life,
or living only by believing,
all that depend on our faith.
So many looks to know the Truth,
still never digging by them self,
but then,do we really have the clue?
Earth is full of different faiths,
with Holy men and Spirits of their own,
swearing,that only members can reach the light.
The Holy men them self,
have seldom made the script,
other made them so much later,
with many stories as help.
Asking members more of it,
how much they know the Book,
most answers are so shallow,
they know it only from the rite.
But if we hardly open any Door,
how do we know if it's the real,
what if it's fake and nothing more?
What if the Door of real, is much more close,
just there inside our self,
and all we need is meditating and browse?
The Heart is not in any Book,
it's deep there inside our self,
nothing more, nothing less,
and there we have to look.
The Heart and Truth are all we need,
and then a simple place to pray,
the Holy is for everyone and everywhere
from there we get the seed as real.
or living only by believing,
all that depend on our faith.
So many looks to know the Truth,
still never digging by them self,
but then,do we really have the clue?
Earth is full of different faiths,
with Holy men and Spirits of their own,
swearing,that only members can reach the light.
The Holy men them self,
have seldom made the script,
other made them so much later,
with many stories as help.
Asking members more of it,
how much they know the Book,
most answers are so shallow,
they know it only from the rite.
But if we hardly open any Door,
how do we know if it's the real,
what if it's fake and nothing more?
What if the Door of real, is much more close,
just there inside our self,
and all we need is meditating and browse?
The Heart is not in any Book,
it's deep there inside our self,
nothing more, nothing less,
and there we have to look.
The Heart and Truth are all we need,
and then a simple place to pray,
the Holy is for everyone and everywhere
from there we get the seed as real.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
There is no God higher than the Truth and as Buddha said "don't believe in what other tell you, not even in me, find the Truth by your self".Friedrich Nietzsche, very popular by modern Philosophers,put Humans into two categories,the Slave and the Mad man and with that he was meaning, that majority of Humans follow everything what is told to them, they are just believers and their minds are like Slaves. On the other hand are the few Mad men,who broke down the old and start the new directions, they are the one who bring in all the new inventions and dig into the unknown, they don't care about standards or roles, they take the risk, go into the chaos and bring out something new.
Nietzsche by him self died in the end as insane, so he was by him self a extreme Mad man.
In the life there are always some extraordinary Humans that explore deep into them self and find from there the Truth and then can give a new direction to whole the Humanity on the level in the time of living.
One very extraordinary man was C.G.Jung, the inventor of collective unconscious, who's Father was a Priest. He went trough many years of Hell in trance experiences,as can be read from his,"The Read Book" that came out some years ago. In that time he had even doubt by him self,if he was crazy, but in fact he had to clean himself from doctrines to be born as a baby, after first diving to the depth of himself and earning the wings to fly to the stars and to become a Human that understood about our psyche and other things, more than anybody before him.
There are always, from time to time some brighter Souls, with bigger wings than anybody from before, to come and clean out the next layer of the shadow and show us more of the light of the truth.
The fundamental still is, that before the next step is reached, there is always first a dive deeper into a wrong direction, before we broke us free from chains and take on the flight.
Ghost Town
i live in this
ghost town of
my haunting
memories....
flames of loneliness
eating my soul....
but still im
here...
thirsty for kisses
and caresses...
for someone
who can make me
really happy...
past left me
thirsty...
with a broken heart..!!
shadows of memories
trying to cover up
whole world...
hope a moon will
come to brighten
my world....
can see thirsty
ghosts are
wandering here n there...
like my dreams ....
wandering in this
dark world...!!!
ghost town of
my haunting
memories....
flames of loneliness
eating my soul....
but still im
here...
thirsty for kisses
and caresses...
for someone
who can make me
really happy...
past left me
thirsty...
with a broken heart..!!
shadows of memories
trying to cover up
whole world...
hope a moon will
come to brighten
my world....
can see thirsty
ghosts are
wandering here n there...
like my dreams ....
wandering in this
dark world...!!!
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Posted: Dec 2014
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The Mermaid (Part Two)
The Mermaid (Part Two)
The man with the tear soaked eyes walked along the beach for the thousandth time.
His hands were shaking and his lips quivering in the cold as he constantly looked out to sea, where was she, would she ever return, would she mend his broken heart.
He had but caught a fleeting glimpse of this beauty as she preened herself on that ancient granite rock, and a glimpse was all it had taken as he was now completely besotted by this angel from the deep.
Even now, weeks after the event he could still see every tiny detail of his wondrous vision.
The sparkling blue eyes that outshone the sun, and the kelp entangled hair that glistened with the reflection from the moon. Her heaving breasts that had caused the man in him to want her body for his own s*xual pleasures, and that oh so innocent smile that had replaced the pure animal lust within him with a more protective desire to take her in his arms and cherish her.
He had not kept her appearance a secret, he had told everyone he had met, and he had talked and talked and talked.
He wanted to tell everyone about his dream girl, his mermaid from the deep, his beautiful fish tailed siren.
But would they listen to him? The answer was no, a resounding no!
He was laughed at, ridiculed, pointed at and made out to be the village idiot, and all just because he wanted to share what he had seen.
But he didn't care, he would see her again, he knew he would see her again, he had to see her again. Otherwise, well otherwise he would go crazy.
Another tear ran down his face as he once again looked at the vacant rock where his angel had once sat.
He realised that maybe they were right, maybe he was mad, just a demented old fool, someone that had let his dreams overtake reality.
His heart wrenched tear fell to the sand and along with his hopes and dreams soaked into nothingness.
He turned away and looked no more.
He must preserve his sanity at all costs.
So he walked away and returned to the boredom of his sad uneventful life.
This meant that he was not there an hour later when a ripple formed in the water, as a dream like beauty pulled herself from the sea and perched on her favourite granite rock.
She looked around, but he was not there.
Maybe it was her imagination but she was sure she had seen love in his eyes.
Maybe if she waited he would return.
But no she thought to herself, she was being foolish.
She slipped off the rock once more and plunged deep into the dark forbidding sea, back to reality she told herself, back in the water where nobody could see her tears.
The man with the tear soaked eyes walked along the beach for the thousandth time.
His hands were shaking and his lips quivering in the cold as he constantly looked out to sea, where was she, would she ever return, would she mend his broken heart.
He had but caught a fleeting glimpse of this beauty as she preened herself on that ancient granite rock, and a glimpse was all it had taken as he was now completely besotted by this angel from the deep.
Even now, weeks after the event he could still see every tiny detail of his wondrous vision.
The sparkling blue eyes that outshone the sun, and the kelp entangled hair that glistened with the reflection from the moon. Her heaving breasts that had caused the man in him to want her body for his own s*xual pleasures, and that oh so innocent smile that had replaced the pure animal lust within him with a more protective desire to take her in his arms and cherish her.
He had not kept her appearance a secret, he had told everyone he had met, and he had talked and talked and talked.
He wanted to tell everyone about his dream girl, his mermaid from the deep, his beautiful fish tailed siren.
But would they listen to him? The answer was no, a resounding no!
He was laughed at, ridiculed, pointed at and made out to be the village idiot, and all just because he wanted to share what he had seen.
But he didn't care, he would see her again, he knew he would see her again, he had to see her again. Otherwise, well otherwise he would go crazy.
Another tear ran down his face as he once again looked at the vacant rock where his angel had once sat.
He realised that maybe they were right, maybe he was mad, just a demented old fool, someone that had let his dreams overtake reality.
His heart wrenched tear fell to the sand and along with his hopes and dreams soaked into nothingness.
He turned away and looked no more.
He must preserve his sanity at all costs.
So he walked away and returned to the boredom of his sad uneventful life.
This meant that he was not there an hour later when a ripple formed in the water, as a dream like beauty pulled herself from the sea and perched on her favourite granite rock.
She looked around, but he was not there.
Maybe it was her imagination but she was sure she had seen love in his eyes.
Maybe if she waited he would return.
But no she thought to herself, she was being foolish.
She slipped off the rock once more and plunged deep into the dark forbidding sea, back to reality she told herself, back in the water where nobody could see her tears.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
A poem,(Part One) and short story,(Part Two) telling of the romantic interlude between a man and a mermaid.
My very first woman in life
My very first woman in life –
I didn’t view her all at once,
I didn't see how petite she was
Until I got somewhat grown up.
She used to take me to museums,
To listen to Colonne orchestra,
Where little fellow man of hers
Pretended he was having fun.
Oh she sang, my mother,
Often sang the songs,
Songs of yesterday,
Sang the songs of past.
My very first woman in life -
One day she took me to the school.
A shiny schoolbag in my grasp,
I had a scarf wrapped all around.
Have met some good and nasty men,
Learned to dot i’s, been bruised in face.
He was sometimes a lonely one -
The second man of the mama.
Oh she sang, my mother,
Often sang the songs,
Songs of yesterday,
Sang the songs of past.
My very first woman in life -
I left her once to be a man.
It’s always morning in the fall -
A time when children leave their nest.
It’s always in a rainy morning,
It’s often for another woman …
Oh she sang, my mother,
Often sang the songs,
Songs of yesterday,
Sang the songs of past.
La première femme de ma vie
La première femme de ma vie
Je ne l'ai pas vu tout de suite
Je n'ai vu qu'elle était petite
Qu'après avoir un peu grandi
Elle m'emmenait dans les musées
Quelques fois au concert Colonne
Où son gentil petit bonhomme
Faisait semblant de s'amuser
Elle chantait ma mère
Elle chantait souvent
Des chansons d'hier
Des chansons d'avant
La première femme de ma vie
Un jour m'a conduit à l'école
Emmitouflé dans un cache-col
Armé d'un cartable verni
J'ai connu les bons, les méchants
Les points sur les i, sur la gueule
Il était quelques fois bien seul
Le deuxième homme de maman
Elle chantait ma mère
Elle chantait souvent
Des chansons d'hier
Des chansons d'avant
La première femme de ma vie
Je l'ai quittée pour être un homme
C'est toujours un matin d'automne
Que les enfants s'en vont du nid
C'est toujours un matin de pluie
C'est souvent pour une autre femme
Elle chantait ma mère
Elle chantait souvent
Des chansons d'hier
Des chansons d'avant
I didn’t view her all at once,
I didn't see how petite she was
Until I got somewhat grown up.
She used to take me to museums,
To listen to Colonne orchestra,
Where little fellow man of hers
Pretended he was having fun.
Oh she sang, my mother,
Often sang the songs,
Songs of yesterday,
Sang the songs of past.
My very first woman in life -
One day she took me to the school.
A shiny schoolbag in my grasp,
I had a scarf wrapped all around.
Have met some good and nasty men,
Learned to dot i’s, been bruised in face.
He was sometimes a lonely one -
The second man of the mama.
Oh she sang, my mother,
Often sang the songs,
Songs of yesterday,
Sang the songs of past.
My very first woman in life -
I left her once to be a man.
It’s always morning in the fall -
A time when children leave their nest.
It’s always in a rainy morning,
It’s often for another woman …
Oh she sang, my mother,
Often sang the songs,
Songs of yesterday,
Sang the songs of past.
La première femme de ma vie
La première femme de ma vie
Je ne l'ai pas vu tout de suite
Je n'ai vu qu'elle était petite
Qu'après avoir un peu grandi
Elle m'emmenait dans les musées
Quelques fois au concert Colonne
Où son gentil petit bonhomme
Faisait semblant de s'amuser
Elle chantait ma mère
Elle chantait souvent
Des chansons d'hier
Des chansons d'avant
La première femme de ma vie
Un jour m'a conduit à l'école
Emmitouflé dans un cache-col
Armé d'un cartable verni
J'ai connu les bons, les méchants
Les points sur les i, sur la gueule
Il était quelques fois bien seul
Le deuxième homme de maman
Elle chantait ma mère
Elle chantait souvent
Des chansons d'hier
Des chansons d'avant
La première femme de ma vie
Je l'ai quittée pour être un homme
C'est toujours un matin d'automne
Que les enfants s'en vont du nid
C'est toujours un matin de pluie
C'est souvent pour une autre femme
Elle chantait ma mère
Elle chantait souvent
Des chansons d'hier
Des chansons d'avant
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Posted: Dec 2014
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Fabuleuse chanson!Emptiness.....
Covered in scarred bruises
my mind trying to be happy..
I'm losing sleep
And I assure myself everything is ok!
so dark...cold...
something there is missing
And nothing seems to fit...
No arms do I need but your arms
And you are not there!
my mind trying to be happy..
I'm losing sleep
And I assure myself everything is ok!
so dark...cold...
something there is missing
And nothing seems to fit...
No arms do I need but your arms
And you are not there!
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Posted: Dec 2014
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online today!my love story
A Man scruffy and in work pants walked into a family gathering,
I felt the hairs on my neck tingle as his eyes held mine.
He smiled and flirted then left and was gone,
a week later a call at work brought him back into my life.
Slowly his words and soft yet strong actions drew me closer,
and his kisses melted me.
Each day i thank the universe for sending him to me,
and each day I hope it will not be the last.
Still so scared inside that i am not meant to have a forever after,
but maybe God decided to give me one after all.
Time will tell.
Sending love and hugs to the precious poets here that i see are still making this place magical.
I felt the hairs on my neck tingle as his eyes held mine.
He smiled and flirted then left and was gone,
a week later a call at work brought him back into my life.
Slowly his words and soft yet strong actions drew me closer,
and his kisses melted me.
Each day i thank the universe for sending him to me,
and each day I hope it will not be the last.
Still so scared inside that i am not meant to have a forever after,
but maybe God decided to give me one after all.
Time will tell.
Sending love and hugs to the precious poets here that i see are still making this place magical.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
have been away a while and i think i have found him so will not be here much.wish you all a beautiful Xmas and may your new year be filled with love and hugssss
Mirror mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me Tell me
will I ever have it all
Mirror mirror on the wall
whose gonna catch me if I fall
I'm taking a leap
For a man I can never keep
Mirror mirror on the wall
I'm in to deep
As I sit here I weap
Thinking of all the love
That can never be
We couldnt even kiss
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I'm so sad and blue
My hearts cracked in two
Mirror mirror on the wall
I know I can't have it all
Tell me Tell me
will I ever have it all
Mirror mirror on the wall
whose gonna catch me if I fall
I'm taking a leap
For a man I can never keep
Mirror mirror on the wall
I'm in to deep
As I sit here I weap
Thinking of all the love
That can never be
We couldnt even kiss
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I'm so sad and blue
My hearts cracked in two
Mirror mirror on the wall
I know I can't have it all
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Posted: Dec 2014
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You know I love you . You know it's true xxxxooos
For Mary Magdalene
In the final hours
under pale gray sky
she stands below the cross
among all those who shared her cry.
He had taken from her
demons to and fro disdain
leaving larger stones of love
turning them into jewels to ease the pain.
Now on that sacred Friday
as the sun set in the West
Her Master is now asleep
and so divinely rests.
Heart in sorrow in sighing chest
Mary Magdalene trembling so did keep
with heavy crying eyes
time slow did slumber creep.
On that third day
Her Master rose to reap
reborn as an eagle leaving the nest
the Master is no longer asleep!
Go, Mary! spread your tender voice
shout in joy love and how
He has risen we all rejoice
you a beloved disciple then and now...
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Posted: Dec 2014
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Hope all is having Happy Holidays!Alone
Chained and ensnared
How I wish that I could be
Totally free of this loneliness
That plagues me
Spirit roaming restlessly
Within is caged energy
My mind is forever restless
As I seek my happiness...
To become one in harmony
Is what I was created to be
When will it end,
When will I find my lover and my friend
I fear that I will forever roam
Finding no heart to call home
No warm voice on the phone
How I wish I wasn't so alone
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Posted: Dec 2014
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Just exploring...
Joy...Full
For the spirit of Christ
is in this house.
I can feel it from the
smile on your face.
For you are felt here
today our cup runneth
over with joy and wisdom.
that is present in this
season.
May your presence always
be present in all that
we do as a christian family.
For you are loved in this place.
WE WORSHIP YOU
WE HONOR YOU
WE PRAISE YOU
WE LOVE YOU FATHER.
is in this house.
I can feel it from the
smile on your face.
For you are felt here
today our cup runneth
over with joy and wisdom.
that is present in this
season.
May your presence always
be present in all that
we do as a christian family.
For you are loved in this place.
WE WORSHIP YOU
WE HONOR YOU
WE PRAISE YOU
WE LOVE YOU FATHER.
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Posted: Dec 2014
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