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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


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A Stranger After Dark

I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark. I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does I went into the backyard to determine what it was. Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be It flew right up and landed very close to me. Soon I realized it was no ordinary find. What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind. A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask. He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me. I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free. His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.” He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go. He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh I knew I’d better listen to this little guy. Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more – Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. . He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream. He was here because of some wayward sunbeam. “I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.” He said, “The race is always over before it has begun. There is a reason for these victories, you see My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.” “Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command. I can do more things with them than man can understand.” He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.” I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.” He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will. I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth -- This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth. I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high. Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.” Written By John Posey 12/18/12


Details | Free verse | |

Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

acceptance

   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Imagism | |

ADRIFT

ADRIFT
-----------
Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones

Colliding crests of clear 
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it 
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors

Lingering lured beneath 
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap 

Embarked on his quests 
To cults of creatures as featured 
Foreshadowed and seen 
In rippling revelation

The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse

Concocted clamantly by 
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled 
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors

Mellow sweet melodies 
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame

Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape

How brilliantly a defunct figure 
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel 
Adrift its ocean's reticence

~Poetra Jah~


Details | Villanelle | |

A Daydream

What if I was Esther and named queen?
Could I be beautiful, brave, and bold?
I would—at least in my daydream.

Pianos would ne’er need practicing,
Mother would not hover and scold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

My face would shine with love all agleam,
I would drink from goblets made of gold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Death would befall all Haman’s team,
Victory for my people would unfold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

I would ruin Haman’s odious scheme,
Righteousness and justice I would uphold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Lord, I can just picture the scene,
I would lavish thanks uncontrolled,
I would—at least in my daydream.
What if I was Esther and named queen?


Details | Light Poetry | |

DREAM WORLD

In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy 
And fantasy becomes reality.

The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable.

In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny.

In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects.

In the dream world wishes don’t count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Wedding

Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


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Mr know it all

You dare to tell me what you think you know
Intellectual egotistical bravado?
You think that you can out think the Plan 
Where nothing was and 
. . . 
BANG! The universe began?
. . .
The cosmic Know you think to challenge?
While the gene pool we swim in is so shallow?
Explain to me the black hole or atom 
The gravity
that we can't fathom 
Or singularity 
where time stands still
Or dark energy
Unseen but real

How 2 plus 2 is never 5
How gravity bends light and time
Do thoughts move faster than does light?
Prove sarcasm, love, or even fright
How sound travels yet can't be seen
Or exactly how life came to be
Big bounce? Big Bang?
String theory or brane?

Is Laminin what it seems to be?
How Neutrinos pass through cold steel beams?
Why some men choose gold over life 
While letting children starve and die
And in the name of gods men kill and lie
Religion can't mask their Godless pride 

Explain to me sir if you can
Is man your god
Or is your god man
Or how a seed can crack and die
And press through dirt up towards the sky

Universe? Multiverse? Or parallel? 
Who's to say or who can tell?
Explain to me sir if you can
The event horizon Kerr, oh vain man
You think that you can know it all
While the speck we live on is so small
Did you know that pride precedes your looming fall?

At one time you thought the earth was flat.
Now you mock and scoff at that.
Yet you're still willing for magic beans to trade the cow,
Or your children's future for the here and now

Can you feed all the hungry with what you know?
Can you stop hate, and make love grow?
Can you conquer fear in your Petri dish?
Or should I just click my heels and make a wish?

Maybe Something Somewhere is bigger than us. 
That we can't fathom, but can discuss.
But if we are to do that you must know,
Your superstition has to go.

I'm not talking bout 4 leaf clovers.
Or chanting some prayer over and over.
Ain't talking bout black cats crossing the road,
Or eye of bat or oil of toad.
I'm talking about what you think you know,
Your pride my brother has got to go.

But that pride helps cover up your fear
It blinds your eyes
Stops up your ears.
I'm telling you man just let it go
And let's have a frank discussion about our souls?


Psalm 14:1


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Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My telephone booth

Always a little leak,
Dripping in my roof.
As the thunder and the lighting,
Storm around my telephone booth.
The tidal wave is rising,
To drown the children a sleep,
As we hammer in the nails,
Through his bleeding wrists and feet.
Some talk of joy and wonder,
Some talk of better days,
But I try to tell you something,
That makes you shy away.

The humanity inside you,
The innocent lamb and dove,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Covered in *****and mud.

Your soul you held within you,
Your children that you loved,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Who drank the holy blood.

The holy and the sacred,
That once we beheld in awe,
Is now the dancing laughter ,
Of the drunkard and the whore.

Always a little leak,
Dripping through my roof,
As the fishes go on swimming,
Around my telephone booth.

more poem at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Free verse | |

It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.


Details | Romanticism | |

Prime Mover

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,

as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.

Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.

He, the one true Incarnation  
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress

with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.


Details | Free verse | |

Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


Details | Quatrain | |

The Real Me

There, in that new world, There, where revered is the great bird I am the one known as Maya The one so beautiful, with a mystical aura A goddess of nature, Spreading on my path, only pleasure A goddess of fortune Imbibing those who persevere with a merciful boon Powerful in battle, strong in keeping safe Those who have for me great faith Beautiful and gorgeous I am the only one so glorious! And here, I hide in a human body Hiding behind my powerful humility Hoping someday, to be once more arisen There, from where I am now fallen!


Details | Ballad | |

GOD BURSTS EVERYWHERE

My eyes has never perceive Him
Yet, He magnifies all that I perceive
My nose has never smelled Him
Yet, each scent lingers and fills

My skin has never feel Him
Yet in numerous ways He touch me
My ears has never hear Him
Yet all His words a soothing melody 

Inside the home..
On every four corners
In a school, shops...
On every building

Out from nowhere
Out of the blue
Through every season
Through every person

Your presence endears
Your presence encourages
Your presence an essence
Oh God, You burst everywhere!

by: olive_eloi
4:57pm
01/20/2014

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 hehehe a barrowed title from my soup friend michael byte :D hope it's ok.. :) was really inspired by the poem :)


Details | Rhyme | |

Through The Trials

Without unity we're all lost, in an inferno yet to be discovered,
Tripping over the homeless, instead of just helping each other
Through all the trials and tribulations, that the Devil let's loose
We wait for the rapture, the revelation, because it's God we choose

Worshipping a higher power, while exposing through unlimited sin,
Covering up with Christianity, while letting the satanic Lucifer win
Imitating a combination, of two things that weren't meant to match,
Frantically waiting, while doing everything, but acting or fighting back

Travel with me, as I take you on a journey with no paths, nor trails
Just a pen and paper, to make to Heaven you gotta trudge through Hell
I'll take you there, through angelic metaphors we'll fly,
Metaphorically levitating while meditating, with arms wide we'll glide

Through the dark clouds and musk, we'll energetically guide the way
Move the brush and bust open dark clouds, and enlighten the day
Like pointing a flashlight into fog, and seeing a lit path,
But Satan's power will stand no chance, when he feels Jesus's wrath

Evolution and Christianity, evidently go hand in hand,
A higher power created us, but maybe we evolved into man
See God created all of the mystical Earth's wonders in seven days,
Maybe his time is different to ours, in a million ways

Maybe one day to us is a billion years to our Creator, our God
So 7 days, would be 7 billion, before he ruled over Man with his rod
A higher power created us, but it had to take time,
It's a universal controversy, but maybe both are equally right

Equality is a necessity, but the world doesn't know what it means,
Cause people are born into either Churches, or broken houses with 'perfect imagery,'
Broken kids, brought up into a shattered society then crucified,
Tempted into condemning their own souls, because Lucifer lied

Is it worth living life with wealth, riches for miles and miles,
just to join the Devil in Hell, and burn while he just laughs and smiles?
Or live, laugh, love, be heartbroken and learn what it means to lose joy
Then live an eternity in Heaven, with Jesus where nobody annoys


Details | Free verse | |

Pollice Verso- Thumbs Down

Jean-Leon Gerome’s Pollice Verso pleases my artful eye
As a gladiator boldly stands thus alone
With foot upon a defeated soul
He awaits the Roman crowd’s reply
The great coliseum is filled high
A populous with thumbs down does yield 
For slaughtered blood to flow a ground
Thus the conquer will most likely fulfill
With blade in hand
His beating chest
Pollice Verso the given sign
Their savage eyes drawn down with cries
For to come will be the gruesome fun
Yet I in vision another martyred Christian
He surely 
Will shortly
Die


Details | Rhyme | |

Through The Maze

I'm trapped in a maze, surrounded by silent walls,
Vicious obstacles, and demons with violent calls
I trip and fall, but I gain the strength, and then I rise
Like holding hands with the Lord, and looking straight in the Devils eyes

I'm mesmerized, but I have mastered Lucifer's tactics,
I'll improvise, and fill all the blanks in like Ad-libs
I've had this, is my cup half full, or half empty?
Depends on the amount of Holy water that's within me

As I, gaze down the corridor, walking the left lane
Condescending into darkness, but Skitzo is not afraid
He'd lay, down and die for the Lord, for Jesus Christ
He shed his blood for me, so for eternal life I'll pay the price

Continuing down the hallway, I'm dazed but not phased,
Flowing rhymes amazed, in such fathomless ways
Through the maze, I I gaze and see a peeking light
When I reach I open a door, and see the angels fly

Is this Heaven? Or am I dreaming I can't tell
I must be in Heaven I feel like I just walked through Hell
But I'd do it again, all over it meant I'd see God
I'll make it there, as long as I keep my pen as a rod

I enter the utopia and I'm greeted by two souls,
As I walk through the gate I felt my body turn cold,
I stayed bold, and I watched as my soul released,
There was instant euphoria, and all pain deceased

I felt my soul leak, but I surprisingly wasn't scared
I looked down saw the ink, spill out into thin air
I reached out to grab it, I didn't wanna let it go
Then I heard a voice tell me, "Don't worry son you're home"

I instantly felt warm again, not questioning what it was
I was used to ominous feeling, now I'm used to the hugs
Angels above, below, and surrounding my heart
I wish I would've known, that's how it was from the start

But with the first heart beat, He gave me a destination
He told me to create art, with an eternal infatuation
Know no irritation, because with this rod I heal the scars
Stranded in thoughts, but I know the distance is never far


Details | Couplet | |

Humble for my own sake

I do not turn the other cheek,
so you can boast in my defeat,
I do not love my enemies
with but a smile, but earnestly,
I humble my once proud heart
in hopes to reach maturity.
Ive had my share of battles fought,
and scars to show for lesson taught
still no reason conceit
will ever I pursue or seek.

I do bless when others curse
to show my weakness with remorse
but I becomes a broken horse.
Following my master's righteous course.
I find no joy in any pain
but I pursue knowledge to gain
an ever steadfast path in life
not dictated by my strife,
so I do none of these for you
but for my certain peace of mind
that when I'm struck down by another
my heart still knows how to be kind.


Details | Ballade | |

His Masterpiece

A Poet Masterfully weaves His words
He mixed them with rhyme and rhythm
And expresses them in great depth of reason

Beauty and Excellency is the aim of the Poet
His piece is an expression of a divine perfection
It is rendered in a way that arouses affection

The Poet spit-out words instead of paint
The poet string words instead of bead
The Poet weaves words instead of thread

A Poet evokes our thoughts and calls us to reason
A Poet enlightens and draws inspiration
A Poet educates and arouses aspiration

The audience is his cosmos
Upon whom the piece is to have an impact
Stirred and deeply affected by his language and art

God is the Master Poet
The Poet and His Poem are in affinity
The Poet’s Piece is a product of divinity

The Poem of God is not buried underground
The Piece of God is not concealed in a book
The work of God is not hid under a nook

The Poem of God is read and recited
It is distinctly seen and apprehended
It is discreetly felt and comprehended

This Poem is the Poet’s most magnificent Masterpiece
We are the divine masterpiece of God’s glory
Publishing the Good News of His Greatest story

Our life is a classic and inspiring Poem
A perfect and a breathtaking work of creation
Yet, this Poem is under a divine construction

For we are His Poem, engrossed in Christ Jesus for good works,
Which God imagine and design that we should divinely express them- Eph 2:10 [The Poet’s Preachers Version]


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UNFORGIVEN CIRCUMSTANCES

We can change our direction and our pace; but we can’t change our race.
If we want to change the world we need to unite as one, so let’s embrace.
Change is inevitable and is the start to peace and joy.  
Fear of change hinders us as a society and that has always been a ploy.
Sometimes I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
This world still is color blind. 
As we keep our faith and trust in Jesus we have no worries.
Ignorance and hate are still our adversaries. 
These two barriers have always been thorns in our sides.
Since we have not handled these malicious words properly they will not go away and hide.
Our society is always afraid to notice the truth.
To experience lost and death is their only convincing proof.
As our lives become more complacent, assumptions will continue to be made.
Let’s not forget that our sins and transgressions were already paid. 
We have to constantly conquer with Love, and yield to hate.
Are we going to let narrow-mindedness determine our fate? 
I pray that you teach them Lord you made us all the same,
Help them to learn tolerance, and forgiveness in place of blame.

"We can let circumstances rule us, or we can take charge and rule our lives from within." Nightingale, Earl 

"It's not the events of our lives that shape us, but our beliefs as to what those events mean."
 Robbins, Anthony 

"It is not the situation that makes the man, but the man who makes the situation.”       Robertson, Frederick W. 


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Facebook Status

If you see me talking and notice no one's around, don't think I'm crazy.
I'm talking to God.
If you hear me singing but hear no music, don't think me psycho.
I'm praising God.
If you see me crying and hugging myself, don't think I'm weird.
I'm crying out to the Lord!
I see God and hear Him in everything.
I'm not weird, crazy, or psycho.
I'm CHRISTIAN!


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Would You Believe Me When I Said

	Would you believe me when I said,
When I asked for help, God gave me you?
My past was all lonely,
My life, a hectic zoo.
	Would you believe me when I said,
When I requested a miracle, you came in my life?
I cried out to God,
That I was tired of these heartaches and strife.
	Would you believe me when I said,
That I begged God for a friend?
And who else but you,
Would our God send?
	Would you believe me when I said,
That when I was tired of living,
God sent me you,
To tell me to keep believing?
	Would you believe me when I said,
That when I cried out for a mother,
He sent me you?
You’re better than a brother.
	Would you believe me when I said,
That when I lost all my hope,
God sent me you?
I’m glad you didn’t tell Him “Nope!”
	Would you believe me when I said,
That I couldn’t ask for anything more?
When He closed that window,
He opened this door.
	I’m so glad,
That God sent me you,
Mrs. Doris, I hope you believe me,
Because all this is true.


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Crying Out - 2

Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.


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The Eyes of My Savior

~~The Eyes of My Savior~~

The eyes of my Savior are aqua blue
When you gaze upon them it matches a noon day sky
The eyes of my Savior are thoughtful
Always thinking of others above himself
He has warm thoughts of compassion that can be read like a weather vane in his eyes

If he is melancholy you will know…
If he is happy they will sparkle…
If he is flabbergasted he looks acutely upwards…
And if he is angry they become as hot coals…

The eyes of my Savior are soft and sweet like a warm sunset
If you gaze upon them for too long you would be lulled to sleep
His stare is certainly relaxing
The eyes of my Savior are a sure thing
They are constantly searching from east to west
They are scanning the hearts of mankind

What will he find within your heart?
Will he find love or disappointment?  
Just gaze within his eyes and you too will see 
That his eyes are as deep as eternity
Soft butter lashes
Eyebrows as brown as a bear
When he bats his brown eye lashes you will see his meekness
A pathway to his heart
The eyes of my Savior

Gwendolen Rix
8-7-14


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a single prayer

~a single prayer~

a single prayer is prayed…
up up and away is sails…
like a leaf on an air current...
soaring up to the heavens…
or is it likened to a feather blowing in the wind
that where it ends up no one knows?
perhaps like a ripe dandelion plant with its seeds scattering across many lawns?
i say my prayer is grabbed…
grabbed like a warm kiss in the middle of a rainy day…
taken a hold of and never let go…
lifted up like a joyous choir of young children 
to be appreciated by all those who gather to listen
i say my prayer is a simple act of kindness to another person
sending my request to the Only One who can tackle it…
his name is Jesus…
he is the One who takes all the petitions from the saints…
he quickly addresses each and every one of them 
by supernaturally moving his adoring angels
i say that as soon as my prayer is lifting off towards heaven
that my Savior anticipates its arrival
knowing all along the prayers in my heart before they are even spoken...
today i sent up new petitions…
new petitions and new praises…
and even before the telegram is forwarded back to me 
that they were received I am already singing a tune of thanksgiving!

Gwendolen Rix
8-26-14