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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


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waterfall

standing beneath
the cold waterfall
my sins and the heat
swept from body and soul
by nature's baptism


Details | Haiku | |

SK- 4

Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river


Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!

What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


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The Son

I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure

Naked in love my insecurities 
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free 
from the taunting and ridicule of 
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me

I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of 
random acts of sensual moments that 
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel  is so unrest

I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away 
Never spoken, or written again

Awakened by the sun 
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power 
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son


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The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!


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BAPTISM IN FIRE

BAPTISM IN FIRE


I’VE SEEN THE WORST
BEEN BOTH BLESSED AND CURSED
JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE 
FOR THIS PASSENGER OF TIME
I SPEAK IN RIDDLE 
AT TIMES END UP IN RHYME
DAYS I WALK
DAYS I RUN AWAY FROM THE WORLD
BECAUSE I DO NOT LIKE WHAT I’M SEEING

THE DREAMS I’VE SEEN ARE PASSING AWAY
AS STRENGTH FALLS PREY TO WEAKNESS
TANGLED IN THE FRAY
PULLED UNDER BY THE CURRENT
ITS UNRELENTING TORRENT
OF TWISTED MISUNDERSTOOD EMOTIONS
THAT PLAY THEMSELVES OUT ON MY WORLD

GUIDED BY A CERTAIN BLEAKNESS
A FEELING SO FORLORN
YET BENEATH ITS NUMBING VEIL
THERE’S A SENSE OF COMFORT AND WARMTH
OVER AND OVER I FIND MYSELF RETURNING
FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE PAIN
SALT IN THE WOUND WON’T STOP THE BURNING
IT’S ONLY FUEL FOR THE FLAME

AND IT’S THE FATHER, THE SON,
AND THE HOLY GHOST I THANK
FOR MY BAPTISM IN FIRE… 



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Crossroads

Once upon a time I found myself at a
crossroads in my life.  I met the demon
patiently standing at that dark intersection
He has always been here, waiting for me
I had felt so entranced, so obliged by
his inviting demeanor that I 
Found myself hastily signing away 
in red ink—my soul on the pale white parchment.
It mattered not what pact or price, for I
Would have given it away for nothing.  
Truth be told, I never cared about
The conviction in the soul, or notion of salvation.
I felt no love in the skies from above
So I signed away that fictitious faith.
I would rather feel something 
Even if it is only regret. 
Unafraid of whatever may be my fate
I left my gods bleeding on the side of the road
I burned the bodies of dread and disdain.
Never again to doubt or abstain.
And I knew I would be better off without—
Without the guilt and inhibition
Without trying to stifle my ambition
No longer full of jaded hurt
Free to writhe within the dirt
And feel the pulsing of the earth.
All my desires be gratified.
All my cravings be satisfied.
And come to see the pact I’ve made
Between the world and myself.
Nothing promised and nothing owed.
Free to love, to flourish and grow
Instead of waiting for death to bring meaning


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Baptism

As the hardness of the ice runs smooth,
my inner body begins to move.
The concrete beliefs shutter
into a divine melody.
A once contracted monotone
is now in a polyphonic harmony.
Cracking and releasing 
Truth runs clear,
passing in waves and flipping streams.
All is one in this fluid dream.
A love song and a bath,
no longer any wrath.


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Inertia

Then that was it.

The days that lit up and went out to ash,
The mourning of the self whose throat I had slashed.

Like carbon resurrects,
Living and breathing in all its effects.
Something that blooms out of so much death,
The inertia that I have finally met.

The smoke cleared,
And there was a quiet that breached 
My thoughts,
Like the naked 
Woman in my dreams.
It seeped 
Out.

And it was real;
It was spoken aloud.
I touched it like the warmness of her body
As I hovered at her mouth.

I held it in my hand like a gash;
It ran too deeply into my skin to grasp.

Yet it wasn’t my own;
It was the excuse I used to gouge to the bone.

It wasn’t like the night looking down from the ledge,
Or her eyes when she followed me up to my bed.
It was nothing like the view from far overhead.

I made it like someone makes it home from death,
And now tomorrow is all that is left.


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Baptism by Colors

The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor did light
Strike and it slept. Hush baby... they will come! Among
Her broken toys and impaled dolls she sleeps like the
Child of time- she is black.

Again, the star shined and the bells tolled and they came- all over her,
They trampled and burnt her sins away. Smoke and soot and hell fire
Rained everyday and she took it all in. Like the voracious petals of the
Venus fly trap, those lips of hers engulfed them and stayed content.
It lay in the night... At least she had the night. She was content. Slowly
The saffrons, the whites and the greens entered her hollow being
Day after day and she did not know where they came from.

Even the one to be delivered that rested inside her grew impatient.
It broke free and she lost. It was buried amidst the fanfare and
Ho hum of those colors. The same colors that devoured her sins
And had her delivered, and now they lie in constant wait for the
Reigns to break so the stake is theirs to burn. The witch must burn.
The Green must burn, the saffron must be severed and the white
blackened they thought.

The witch died, and so did they but not the colors. As the
Child in time sleeps under every roof, so does those black eyes
With glowing fangs, under the bed. Just below the flesh
And the wooden bed, you can hear it breathe and crave blood
And carnage. Every street, every devil's bend, every wall bears
Its name. Yet it hides, kills, plunders and hides. Yet another
Deliverance and another coming against the eclipsed sun.

Tomorrow if a life is born I shall warn and mourn and curse
The deliverance coz the colors will lie in wait under its bed.
Sharp talons and itchy fingers waiting for it to blossom and
Tear it up in pieces. Yes! This is our deliverance... We all shall
Be delivered some day. But, I hope my child of time is colorblind
And comatose- Maybe dead. For then it wont hear the evil crawling
Under its bed, see them on the streets and  feel them inside itself.

That day will be her baptism and maybe she will wake...

© Malyaban Lahiri


Details | Free verse | |

O' Faith


O’ faith, Do you reside in tattered pages?
Do you dwell in wretched thoughts?
A pervading pillar to lean our hearts
Vanishing when engaged eyes turn
Obliterated by laughs and gambol
A ghost under blankets of distraction
Carried by the winds fickle temper
Storing you in the nooks of bleakness
Rising when pain demands answers
A friend of solace for lonely souls
Hope for roots stricken by privation
End to the voyage of tired seekers
Pillow to rest their dubiety in peace 
O’ faith, exercising your confidence
Is testing when bitter reality bites
The graves magnitude loom over us
Taking a blinded leap seems foolish
Knowing one day I’ll wash upon shore
O’ faith, diversions shall triumph
Until you have become time's fool
Only then we find fruits bore or woes
Until then my idle condition wanders
As your essence dawns in each breath.


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My Baptism

As I come into Your house, O’ Lord
Prepare my heart to receive
For it is You and You alone I seek to find

Let my heart be pure
My intentions well meant
And my steps guided by You

May my spirit sing a song of joy
For it wells over within
As I go beneath the water

Accept me now O’ Lord
For I am giving my all to You
As I rise up from the deep
Wash away all that is impure

For I come to Your house 
In humility and honor
Seeking You and You alone
It is You I long to know