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The Poet

You have read that one poem
Over morning coffee luke warm
Then there was another
You read that one too
I flaunted yet another in the cold
Three in one day
Seeking approval
Or at least my words to have sway
Like a dying a flower
Wrinkled from the inside out
Floundering between reality and disillusions
The crashing of the empty wine bottle on the floor
Like the church bells in the village
Announcing the words that seek to run away

For many have read the poems
As I have opened the garden gate
My torment though marches on
For I now know deep deep down in the depth
Not a soul
Has yet to read
The poet

The graveyard is not so deep

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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Kashmir-The woman

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.

Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.

Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.

Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.

Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...


Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014

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Two Trees: Mr Oak And Mr Bamboo

                     "Two Trees:  Mr. Oak And Mr. Bamboo"

A terrible wind storm was approaching and blowing everything out of it's path!
NOTHING....not one thing at all, could withstand it's awesome wrath!
Two trees saw this storm coming! YES! was coming their way!
One was Mr. Oak, the other Mr. Bamboo and very different things did they say!

* (Oh yeah, by the way, these two trees could talk!)

Now Mr. Oak tree was strong and mighty and was so solidly planted.
When in the distance he saw the wind storm, Oh!...he raved and he ranted!
"I am a mighty oak tree and I'll neither budge nor move,
what does this wind storm think it is, it's power I will disprove!"

"I don't move for any reason, and couldn't care less what that reason is!
I am the mighty oak tree and move in a breeze!!!...What madness is this???"
My stubbornness will see me through and when all is said and done,
I will still be standing right here, Mr. Bamboo, with this battle won!"

Mr. Bamboo looked too in the distance and he just so simply smiled.
It was as though he hadn't a care in the world,
though the wind storm was away less than a mile!

Mr. Bamboo looked at Mr. Oak and said quite philosophically,
"You know, sometimes bending even a little bit can help with flexibility!"
"See I do bend rather than resist and I come back stronger each time!
This helps me to avoid becoming stiff, even well into my prime!"

Mr. Oak glared hard at Mr. Bamboo and said "I don't bend for ANYONE! 
When that wind storm gets here, I'll show it who's the boss, 
and this will be over and done!"

The wind storm arrived with great intensity and everything was blown to and fro!
Mr. Bamboo was yielding and bending, Mr. Oak was shouting "NO!.. NO!!... NO!!!"
Mr. Bamboo was bent so far down, he was literally kissing the ground!
He then heard a "SNAP!", a "CRACKLE!" and a "CRASH!"
and Mr. Oak tree then fell down!

The wind storm moved on and the worst was over,
the clouds blew away and the sun came out!
Mr. Bamboo started rising up slowly, he moved as if he was a young sprout!

Mr. Bamboo looked over at Mr. Oak, who was clearly broken in half!
He was lying on the ground splintered and shaken,
the ultimate price paid in the storm's aftermath!

"I don't understand what happened!" Mr. Oak said, "I was so mighty and strong!"
"Nothing!...NOTHING could move me! Why did this go so wrong?"
Mr. Bamboo was empathetic and looking for the right words to say!
He sighed, looked at Mr. Oak, and this reply he did give that day....

"Yes, you were so strong and mighty and determined to stand your ground,
but there are some forces of Nature that will dumbfound and truly astound!"
"I tried to tell you about yielding, which is the natural way!
Yes, you will bend and be bowed down, but you'll spring back stronger and stay!"

So I wish you the best in your new life, where you will be surely stable,
and you will most definitely stand sturdy and strong,
as a new oak dining room table!"

                        WTA-IV  3/24/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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Lady Loneliness

I am the ghost of heartaches past
  I'm love's dark contrast

          That empty seat
            Beside you when you eat

                   The tear stains on your pillow case
                     I'm that new wrinkle on your face.

I am the gremlin of "What if?"
  If you catch my drift

          Who's biggest theme
             Is to haunt all your dreams

                   I'm that loud echo in your life
                    That constant nagging extra strife.

I am that cold spot in your bed
  I'm words left unsaid

          I'm anger won
            I'm promises undone
                   I'm that thing left to chance
                     I'm Lady Loneliness..... 
                       Would you care to dance?

                                                Timothy I. Brumley

Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010

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I reached out for you once again
after eons of pretence, snobbish disregard 
and plain neglect.
Yes I reached out, not with strong steady arms 
that usually attend others
but with emasculated courage and battered pride.
Yes indeed I sought  you.

I summoned you dear one
from the far far seas where to sail I had cast you
and had briskly walked away
to find solace in another's arms.
So now I sought a vantage point
from whence I could peer
into the darkening horizon
to see your approaching mast.
Yes I did indeed summon you, indeed I did.

Yes I called out for you 
to attend me from the depths I had banished you
when life to me had smiled like the morning dew.
Yes indeed I called you,
to serve me in rhythm and imagery
to fill my plate with tone and hue
and soothe me with your rhyms in rhythm.
Yes call you I did, I really did.

So now I lie in the warmth of your words
like a lover cuddled in embrace
as you stroke my erstwhile desolate state
with the stroke of your flowing stanza's
and my heart you've now lulled to a soothing calm
with the rhythm of your crafted lines.
Yes indeed I reached out for you, 
for I missed you.

Copyright © Festus Mwiti | Year Posted 2006

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Over Coming Fear

the courage to confront ones fears
to accomplish ones desires and 
manifest ones goals 
even in the adversity where others don’t believe as you do
following the strength of your heart
will retain the flame of your dreams
when you feel that adrenaline coursing through you body
and your mind becomes a blur of confusion
over coming that fine line of fear
when droplets of sweat appear on your brow
and your body temperature begins to rise
a thought will finally break past uncertainty
over coming fear to achieve ones passion
means never giving up on yourself.

Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2006

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Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.

Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013

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Prayer for 3 Theological and 4 Cardinal Virtues of the Holy Spirit Prayer

Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people

Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen

Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully

For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity

To present Prudence by being careful

For untruthfulness to bring into Justice

Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong

Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance

We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

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A Likely Friendship

It is early on in life that Pride meets Ego. In 2nd grade in fact. Pride sits quietly admiring the gold star at the top of his drawing. Ego, sitting close by, slaps Pride on the back, lifts him into the air and tells him he deserves it. They become immediate friends. As they spend more time together, Pride loses his shape, expanding as Ego grows too. Pride likes his new form. It is large. It is powerful. 

Later on Ego learns to surf. He rides the wave of forgotten insecurities, gaining momentum with every promotion and A+. Ego leaves behind a residue of “holier than thou" and superiority as he draws back, gaining more power. 

Time passes. Pride forgets his glasses every time he leaves the house and instead grabs stilts. He carefully balances Success and Importance as he roams the streets blind. Pride steps on Morality and bumps into Humility but does not recognize it. 

Pride and Ego meet again at the corner of Success and V.I.P. They straighten their jackets, lift their noses into the air and arm in arm they take on the city, knocking down marriages and small kids on the way. Pride and Ego walk tall. They are undefeatable. They laugh and twirl, kicking up dust from untouched sensitivities as they walk into the setting sun, watching as Humanity slowly fades away.

Copyright © Shif Bacher | Year Posted 2015

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Life As Perceived Reality

We believe and think what beings we are;  
Juiced up ready to expel our seeds
to create new generations of replications.  
Each with different bumps and rinds divided within, 
but in the end, can we really tell one from the other? 
What history was written? What tales were told?
Where would our essence go next? 
The lemon and lime ponder the finality

Destiny takes us through each vector 
and we live life as if it matters.
Reward and struggle makes the day important
to the ones who stay.
Why-wherefore queries would often  seem 
to lead to equivalent questions but from different questioners. 
shall we all arrive at the same conclusions in circulations?
Semantic variables confuse and dissociate until the "why"
split like a atom becomes a force to be reckoned with, 
an uncontrollable exhortation which like the wild stallion
is difficult to tame. 

We excel in greatness born of trauma, ending in trauma 
the pluralistic motivator of the human race 
without which, all would all die as a mundane abstractions.
There has to be, more than soul malnourishment 
or psyche incompatibilities that fire the ovens of our discontent.

But for the millennium of existence 
man's emotional evolution progresses little, 
All of the incarnations and soul needs
have been left unsatisfied and yet we still hunger
for a messiah to complete our missions. 
The free will of maneuverability concedes
the interpretation to mean a narrow winded road 
with little room to avoid oncoming traffic;
an open highway with eternal destinations 
that never seem to close the open gaps 
between the beginning and the end, 
until one learns that the beginning was the end   

Glory in goodness, as darkness will surely follow. 
The earth sends this message with each rotation
In radiant awe and heart hurting sadness

Possibilities are endless it is said.
Once chosen the now becomes the beginning 
and the possibilities again become 
endless until the final second 
when it all ends as prescribed by the prescriber.
Perhaps then, one may see clearly 
what was before us all the time 
and is thankful that the curtain 
finally closes on the succession of plays.

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2014

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The frozen senses

The frozen senses

The frozen senses, lives again
With a sunshine of hope
Over it, making each pain
Active again, and the fears door ope.

The twinkling dreams which are
Ready for show, the blushing delights
Reluctant, all the years near and far
And all the lows and heights.

Zeniths of glories, ready
To motivate, the disasters of past
Ready to teach, the victories steady,
Failures fast, all are ready to teach at last.
                                                                            Akash Sangwan

Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014

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Contempt of ability in it-self
    Is that which is
Of its' own creation
    And is a consort
Which requires' conciliation
      ...  From God,
My inhibited nature does' wane 
   And in thus, further my Heart
And there are so many reasons'
     Why that I should pray
Fore I do sing the repartition
     Of shame
Deep in my own Heart
Things' will still remain
Just the same...
Fore it has been that way
From the very start

Gary Fields

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2014

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Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens (that) fly high in the sky…
Solemnly seizing Martin Luther’s time (of)
Religion and precarious minds…
White men personified lost their lives (without) 
Fear or compromise…

Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens of their time (were)
Grave to Jackson’s mental denial of the Missouri Compromise…
The Confederate flag yet hangs high.
White men lives personified were of manifold (because) 
Fear or compromise was not a greater source.

Blackbirds in the sunshine (are like)
Eagles soaring high in the sky…
Solemn to Civil Rights time (while)
Ritualizing a political asylum (caused by)
Oppression and incarceration of the mind…
Transition is denied; but oh, transgression defines.
Written March 4, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

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River crab,river crab

River crab , river crab,why do you not sleep?

I have opened my eyes to see the big and the small.
The mackerel that only sees the small sprat
And not the big shadow it casts on the river bank
Shall soon float in the smaller and hotter poll.

River crab, river crab,why do you not sleep?

I have opened my eyes to see all around me,
For what we ignore  today and say it is harmless
Tomorrow often casts big shadow on our path.
Brutus once bragged; Antony is a small ant.

River crab , river crab, why do you not sleep?

I have prohibited sleep from my eyes
To pay attention with due diligence
To everything at  the river bank 
Mama had warned me at my birth:
Even the smallest ant casts long shadow;
No matter how minute a factor, 
She said it is a factor.

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015

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The Girls

We are sisters we are cousins
We are friends who have no limits
We don’t know color race or creed
We live in harmony

We have boundaries we use respect
But we don’t wear blue suede shoes
You draw the line and tow it well
We often cross each others

Proudly bitches save the heat
Heart of tigress take the meat
Mostly brave some afraid
One in hate another spayed

As sex would have it we are non
You know what they do to us
Awake at four to check the door
At five we’re still alive

Is sex the same as gender
We have neither we don’t care
Is race the same as color
We have both we still share

If that is yours and mine is none
Can we not still shout it loud
Can we walk on one fine earth as friends
Can we shine and still be proud

Of feline femininity 
Affectionate but fair
Of credence to no solemn cause
Nor fear of fleeting dare

Of canine fierce audacity
Much faithful to a friend
On guard with all tenacity
What treasure to defend

Slaven to no other
Libertarian are we
We have masters but they love us
They will always keep us free

Our other cousin she’s a gem, she doesn’t live around here
But if and when she comes to town, we’ll put flowers in our hair

Enjoy the music here. Girls

Chords per verse
1 5 4 5
4 5 1 5
1 5 4 5
4 5 1 5

Such as ..

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Tragic death is loves inevitable equal. Lay

Copyright © Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway | Year Posted 2012

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One tries to define something,
which can be only expressed,
in smiles as well as tears,
and cannot be totally suppressed.

One cracks a joke, 
making everyone smile,
is it also happiness?
or joy worth a while. 

Someone makes a mistake,
a fault that spills cackles, 
or is it ill manners for us,
to help them with problems to tackle.

A selfless service to others,
arises a truthful feel,
or is it just satisfaction,
against one's lies to be healed. 

To meet an idol worshipped,
over a long period of time,
or is it just the madness,
that special moment confides.

One's love blossoms,
through ups&downs together, 
emotions starts to flow,
is it happiness or even much better.

When life flashes through one's eyes,
major events pass on finger tips,
is that really happiness of a lifetime,
or the result that hard work trips.

Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2016

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Is a double standard
  Sense of Judgment
Hippocratic Core say's:
         I will also get
       An attitude if
   You mention it!....

            Poet Author
            Gary Fields

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012

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Shell of life

Roughly six thousand years ago time stood on Mount Shell of Life and raged war using a weapon called death, unknown of its origin or cause of its existence. The region of my nervous system was the first and immediate attack of time, manipulating my senses, ravaging my nerves and humiliating my brain. Next attack was to my endocrine system which transformed my glands to an elementary state. My lymphatic system was forced to execute minor whistle blowing procedures. The primary function of my reproductive system, which enabled pure liquid gold to fill the hearts of its offspring and diamonds to dance in the light of their minds became a labor camp which provides a species to exist according the sentence it was given. The other systems inhabiting my shell of life are lead prisoner yarning for the day the nation of death is defeated.

Copyright © Steven Ernest Lee Cummings | Year Posted 2017

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The Multi-tasker

"The Multi-tasker"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

I am easily described by dynasties, empires, cultures and art
Though I am, at times, hard to see like Beauty in a hateful heart
Ladies call me a curse, but because of me, they are the most Blessed
Because if I leave, then a nine month me begins its progress
I am a gateway to connect with another when you get lonely
Whole World With me, that's how you start, only
If I levitate above myself, I become where humans send waste
But if I hover above my dear sister, then I am reduced to a portion of my grace
If you suspend a straight line directly over me, I will EXCITE your every Win!
Everybody knows me because without me, you will never see the end

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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Is a double standard
  Sense of Judgment
Hippocratic Core say's:
         That you
   Should do for Me
However, I will do as little
    As I can for You!

         Poet Author
         Gary Fields

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012

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The Garden of Death

There grew in a garden,
White flowers pale as death,
That grew in rows like tombstones, 
Their odor; foul like dragons breath.

Flowers bent and brittle,
Stems with many a thorn,
No sweet fragrance, just a stench,
Their existence was one to mourn.
These deadly flowers spread,
The world was its domain, 
Its roots had leeched all over,
And no other life could remain.

Only these flowers grew,
The earth’s soil was rotten,
This decay consumed all life. 
Its plague could not be forgotten.

When it spread its poison,
Life on earth was finished,
All life had become extinct,
The whole world had been diminished.

Even though its fiction,
All this could become true,
These flowers merely symbols, 
Of hate that could live within you.

Evil spreads so quickly,
To hearts that are hollow,
People want the easy life, 
A route that’s easy to follow.

Evil tries to tempt you,
Disguised as a flower,
Don’t be tricked by its beauty, 
Or you’ll fall under its power.

Take control of your life, 
Don’t let your heart harden,
Or you’ll become this flower,
A spawn of this deadly garden.

Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007

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Small Talk XXIV

*************Note: Life Is A Trampoline***********


      It is a fool who
  Puts' ideas' into His
        Own Head
Then bounce around
   On an Trampoline


Morrow: Though life has it's own 
             Ups' and Downs'
             Be prepared......
             For that bounce'
             Before you hit the ground.....

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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The End


Here comes' the Enemies'
   Strewn from the Dark
             To the Light
They were pushed out of Heaven
              Falling into the Dark
           ...........Of the Night
Only to Rise again....
To be subjugated to all Men
      To steer them to the
        Den of the Devil
  The Devils' Den
Where Dear Old Lucifer
It's ready to do it again'
          - Fore -
He is so graciously
   Awaiting Them
  To let them in
  Where will it end
         - THE END -


Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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A Woman

      A Woman
Is a Woman
   And there-by
Unique by design
      - Fore -
She is the Arbor
        Of Man
       - And -
In the Opuses'
         Of God


Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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To my mother Gomi Ba - WIN

I do feel the presence of God,
As I feel the presence of my mother,
Like God she is still a faith, a force.
She is a god personified.
Wherever I go whatever I do,
I feel all of her.
She is beyond god-
Indian philosophy calls it Dwait.
If seeing is believing
I do not believe in miracles.
I was yet to experience one.
While flying from 
Uruguay to America,
I had some fearful problems,
Some real, some nightmares.
Gomi Ba came as a protecting force,
Giving an edge over my problems.
If the theory of recarnation exists,
My mother exists in spirit and soul.


Sixth Placement
Contest: I remember Mama
The poem was written while I traveled from Uruguay to USA (Charlotte NC)

Gomi is the name of my mother and BA means ma or mother.

The very words Dwaita means dualism and Advaita means non dualism. One shoud know what are these two. Dwait means one can approach God thro' a medium i.e. Guru or Mother. Adwait means Guru or Mother is God for you.

Hinduism says one is human soul or consiousness or jeevatma and the second one is cosmic soul or God or Paramatma.

Advaita phylosophy says both are one at the same. For this they give several examples: Ornaments like necklace, chain, ring, eaarstuds etc made of gold. Even thiough they are identified as individual objects they have come out of gold only and when melted become gold only.

Similarly when we keep several mirrors outside during day time, the reflection of solar sun can be seen separately in each mirror. Whjen the mirrors are removed to a shade, the reflection disappears. Therefore the soul in all beings is nothing but a reflection of cosmic soul. The moment the body is decayed the souls reflection get disappeared. The philosophy says people believe existace of individual souls as real due to only illusion. The moment the illusion is gone one will gain the Jnana of nondualism. Adi Sankara profounded this theory.

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2005

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Do Do

Many things you don't do
You wonder if should have
Many things you do do
You wonder if you shouldn't have

Think of what you don't do
And wonder if you should
Careful what you do do
On you, it might look good

Think of what you would do
In someone else's place
Remember what you do do
Redeem it just in case
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair


Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee

Copyright © Lukasz Walterowicz | Year Posted 2012

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My Third Eye by Rey

My Third Eye 
I think of myself apart from this world
A gift that is lost but easily can be found
My words of wisdom comes from my heart
The ideal spot that can wrench the soul
I feel patient and I do wait for everything
Time does not matter, to accept it, it is to be flawless
Flawless is not a gift it is a curse
Distribute your energy with your spirit
Spread it so happiness may grow, enlighten yourself
Objects are not needs it is not fulfillment
It is a contest with mortal beings, what they want
Think beyond share and become more
The third eye can see the pains and sorrows of the world
And your physical being can feel it, and it is afraid
It is afraid to get scratched, it bleeds and it can die
But your third eye is a way out of such things
Feel the world around you; embrace it with your soul
Your physical needs will be met by your mentality
What has not been given is hope that you could have shared
Third eye can also open to reach your spirit and soul
Think beyond the physical boundaries of life
Fulfillment shall be yours when your actions are true
Brace for sadness in the physical realm
Open up, and think if you can carry the objects that you worked dear for
Through the gates of spatial laws of energy
Enlighten comes so easy for some when they do not carry burdens
Or objects that are not needs
Success is just for the mortal realm, not the spiritual
The third eye opens only to those who do not gather so much
Needs are just met to its bare minimum
Essentially this path is well balance and faith is strong
 My third eye opened, because I see so much I have
And waste is lying around, the bare minimum 
I use a lot of things and it does not bring me to the present
Think wisely a bare wall can be so much more 
But to change the bare wall gives no other thoughts
Third Eye shows me when I was little what was most important
Being held by my parents, eating by my brothers, smiles in the world
Looking up into the sky, friends
Nothing shows objects accept the food we eat and get clothes we wear
Third Eye also funny, ask what was the need of clothes
Then my physical self was laughing, almost scared silly
What truth my Third Eye can see, only the needs of good health and company

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015

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Garden of Love

Liberated with enchanting divinity,
Protected by shining light,
Nourished with healthy frequency,
The Garden of love I am
Where rich relationships ripe in plenty.
Gifted with the Stream of Purity I am,
Which murmurs sweet sounds of love
And lets holy souls drink of pure essence.
Colours of sincerity fly in my presence,
Displaying harmonious synchrony.
Sad souls do wander about,
Seeing my gracious presence they get attracted to me.
Healing them with God's grace,
I absorb their saddened weakness
And paint their souls with rejuvenation.
Destiny transports content souls to me,
Who are welcomed with kindness.
I pour warmhearted devotion upon them
Which they embrace with profound courage.
The smell of innocent charm sweeps across me.
Woven with the care of enchanting souls,
I carry out my responsibility diligently.
Many a time two souls have merged into one,
Giving birth to a celebration where the tune of oneness is heard till eternity,
Which makes my senses smile with dazzling beauty.

Copyright © Abhinav Guha | Year Posted 2012