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Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set,
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally
No. Silly humans and maybe silly ants.
So egotistical and naive to think we are the grand creation.
We live in a world where there is hope to sell as many people on the idea that they actually have all the answers.
If they are unable to find an answer nowadays it is assumed that well,
someone must know it.
Of course, this person must be wiser if they have the answer in mind.
Who knows how much cognitive dissonance leaks out of those who assume they could know everything if they wanted to, after all, a grand creation would hold the key.
What If someone who has not been deemed successful had the answer to their question?
They are simply not seen as wiser than the one who asks,
but merely, an uneducated soul.
They want you to give into your limits.
They want them to seep through to all who accept them in order to kill learning and thrive their tools to enslave.
We must have belief of one's self over open belief itself.
To be imaginative you must let your mind conjure all the possibilities.
Considering it all, willing to learn,
and your mind becomes an open feed to the energy of the evolution of thought.
To continuously learn you must be open to everything that may hold the possibility of truth.
How do you know that ant isn't your God, spying on you from the throne?
How can you possibly think you understand the difference between the microscopic to the non-comprehensive?
We are but an organic spec to the dominance of these barriers,
though they securely hold us to these realms.
We must soar past it and realize that we are not alone.
Next time you see someone looking down on those ants with their horrifying sense of might,
remind them, someone may be looking down on us with a sure tale of remarkable power in it's true form.
We must diminish our false sense of power and give way to sincerity to one another and allow ourselves to pick at each others brains in the hopes we learn as much as we can from this life to the next test.
I like to think that you may have started as a simple drop in the ocean and then you were set free into the eye of another.
And then a plant and then you died and so on until you found yourself here today.
Finally graduated to a human.
Perhaps it was the other way around and you have to learn what it feels like to go from the top all the way to the bottom.
Again and again until you learn what you're suppose to.
And then, you will be allowed to go home.
I know her dance on glass at night
and how directs soul’s wounds to string
upon the nimbus raindrops cling
- prismatic moon of broken light.
Then she becomes faint shape to frame
her misty wander - face and faith
before the tears - beloved her wraith
pristine and fair her ancient name.
Lone garden’s sadness in her eyes
celestial blue - emerald coast
becomes her verse, solitudes’ host
and repercussions that incise.
She gallivants untimely role
(in void’s catastrophe stars glare)
soul dances in the scent of air,
evanescent the path of Sol.
She gallivants marginal dreams
and stars become far blinking smiles
how lonesome are the winter isles
and the ship’s frozen steel-made brims!
Descending light - circular flare
that fades away, beyond skylines
- erstwhile her soul shall sail on brines
evanescent celestial stare.
© G. V., 05-25-2013, All Rights Reserved
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.
Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.
Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.
Devour yourself into the omniscient grip.
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.
It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud.
Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.
These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...
Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast,
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey.
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.
Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day.
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within.
Always ready for we accept our fear.
We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is.
No amount of doubts will over throw us.
Onward, to peace.
When improving upon the inner workings of your mind
and upon the realms within your body,
be sure not to lose your originality in the process
for it will become harder and harder to express yourself
and that in which you've improved upon.
Pride is a trap.
Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing.
People make mistakes, people love and people hate.
Be free within; and the world will follow.
And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you,
keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity.
Find your way out of the dark.
Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be.
There is something to be learned from everyone.
Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death.
Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty.
Out of the dark; into bliss.
Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul.
It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation.
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze.
Demons are feeling homesick.
Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons.
The most dangerous are the ones unknown.
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow.
Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.
She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.
When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair,
Does it mean God is all around me?
When the sun parts the clouds,
While the rays reach through the windows,
Does it mean God is watching over me?
When the sun pierces through the sky,
While the beams of light descend behind me,
Does it mean God is always with me?
When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair…
Yes, it does mean God has and will always be there.
When the sun shines through the clouds,
While the rest of the skies are grim and grey,
Yes, it does mean God is sending a light of hope for me.
When the sun shines in the sky,
While the rain is descending from the clouds,
Yes, it does mean God has made me a promise.
When the sun clears the skies,
While the rainbow above me appears and fades,
Yes, it does mean God is always behind me, showing me the way.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
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Living In Sunshine
If the sun didn’t shine tomorrow
Will we still see its warm light?
Or will we face a sense of sorrow
Knowing that the sun is not in sight~
They say even on a cloudy day
The sun is still shining through
It’s just those grey clouds that get in the way
Or is it our doubts that stop us from seeing its hues~
If the sun no longer refused to shine
Will we remember the life in us that it used to bring?
Could we continue living in dark times?
Living in sunshine in our memory~
So today I’ll stop and embrace
All the beauty the sun has given throughout time
I will hold my hand up against my face
Where it left its warm light behind~