When you fall fast asleep
and awaken the next day,
All is the same and
nothing is in play.
But what if every night of sleep
was followed by a new beginning,
an awakening in a land
where all may not be grinning.
This is not a part
of our conciseness yet,
but should be to make sure
all get a fair bet.
If this was actually factual
not just a mere thought,
all would make sure
not to land somewhere with naught.
This fine formula
to assure fairness for all,
obviously people cannot see
beyond their own needs.
Humankind should care
about all on our earth,
hopefully all can look
through these lens
and find everyone’s worth.
Memories returning
There comes a time
When will be the revolution of the mind
Life shall be lifted above what is normal now
We shall all pass into a new stage
A new face of time
And upon this era shall be
Memories returning
Memories returning
There is a natural mystic
In the air
There is a natural revolution in energy
We can’t go back to our old mind
There is a natural turn around
So catch up with your self
Not with what life offer anymore
The new way is about conciseness not materialism
Hymns of Hope
God is great
His creations are divine
Am a part of it
The earth is my heaven
My pains are my hell
So take away sorrow and agony
So far from my struggles oh God
Let life be good for all
The earth is not a suffering prison ground
And we are not prisoners of our heritage
So let the weak be strong
Let our conciseness be of humanity
Let it be free from wars oh God
So we could enjoy heaven
Here on earth
Hymns of Hope
God is everlasting
Life is eternity
Our body dies yet our soul lives on
Our spirit reincarnates
We might be far from the truth
But nature never lied
What a beautiful world we live in
What an amazing gifts life offers
Yet we die too young just to survive
Our own deformities
So are we getting better or
Are we lost by our own mind
I watch as the days go by,
I can’t help but wonder why,
why was I the one chosen to live in silent pain, as the days by, they leave me alone in my everlasting pain
every day goes faster than the last slowly eradicating my conciseness,
I gradually go insane more and more every day,
I can’t tell the difference between reality and my reverie anymore,
I can’t tell real from wrong so I indulge in my dreams knowing they take me nowhere in my reality.
the days just keep passing by leaving me alone in the darkness of the night,
I stare at the stars dreaming of a life that differs from mine,
it’s a far-off dream that I know will never become trustworthy but I can’t help but dream,
for my reverie is the only thing keeping me sane, in this horrible little reality.
Distractions
What falsely makes you happy
Could be your destruction
Cos there is no paradise in hell
Most hell feels like heaven nowadays
So trade your ways with cautiousness
Let your conciseness be alive
Their is power in thought
So picture your life by yourself
Be the author of your ways
Be the origin of your movement
The universe will moves with you
Only when you are ready to be yourself
So I chant satisfy my soul oh God
For I have been wailing
Yes I have been through ups and down
I refuse to be where the world thinks
I should be
Cos my dreams is not their vision
My prayers is not their answer
My life is not their ways
My sermons are pure
Yet the world is made of false hope
Full of diverse
Distractions.
As the years accumulate, like so much dust,
Time makes its presence known:
through wrinkled skin, hair loss,
and an assortment of aching bones.
And you tick off the moments, days, months, and years,
as they accumulate: like so much dust.
Death is tethered to Life:
fundamentally, it's the competition of Life.
Birth gives birth to Death; they're conjoined:
one cannot exist without the other.
Tears spontaneously flow at both times, equally.
Death is not the end, nor the beginning!
A circle has no beginning or end:
and neither do souls.
We are souls: created in the image of God,
eternal, ethereal, and sentient.
Circles within circles, Birth and Death,
dreams within dreams: life death, death life:
words ingrained in our thoughts:
that explain reality as we perceive it.
Our view, limited by our conciseness,
labels Death as the end of everything;
including ourselves.
But is that true?
I.
Written,
Upon a TV snap,
Exquisite implosion, for
Crippled words,
In land of lords, and
Crimson shepherds.
My I, and
Hands at play.
Now moments are
Me bitter.
To work then,
This sharp,
A blade to sunlight,
To cut our fat.
II.
A Howl,
In New York,
Black and white,
By the day's genius,
A fad long past,
With a wish, return.
When I Deep,
Held naked, In rhythm
His shaky, pitch,
Mantras voice,
Erect,
Brilliantly nasty,
Tentacle opean,
Nods to comrades.
III.
Need beats,
And crazy men,
Gay jew,Buddha alkee,
Agent Lunch,
For we are no better.
Personally,
Been raised by woman,
In there works,
Need wild Intel.
Abstractly man,
Baby.
IV.
Arrogantly, Once,
Proclaimed, I was
The beats reincarnate,
Madman's conciseness,
Now, Have to be.
Speculation
What is the best time to die?
A beautiful summer’s day
or in the winter when it rains.
There is an untimely satisfaction
that mourners - if there is any-
will be wet and die of the flu.
Sitting in the antechamber
discussing where we are going.
My plan is clear its Saragossa
where the dream of life continues,
because our conciseness was
a flash of light in the darkness.
smashing great performance
flying cats
exuberance and energy
villain sparkles in a silent mirror
artistic persuasion relishes
gray tone magic
blurry waves of conciseness
partnership precarious as
shadow man escapes
waking not a wink
snoring deeply
heart beats faster
I am not afraid of dying or what lies beyond Death.
Some may question why I have no fear,
Until they understand that I am a soul;
Released at the time of my death.
Realizing the truth of this,
Entrenched my spiritual convictions.
Now that I am older, I accept that
Death is an inevitable certainty.
Everyone dies, but Jesus spoke of a spiritual
Resurrection, once Death releases us from mortal flesh.
My beliefs will guide me past Death's door, where I'll
Yield to God's love and judgment as a soul.
Suppose for a moment, there was no God,
Our existence, our conciseness, would all be for naught.
Until we accept we are souls, we are spiritually blind;
Look beyond the reality of now; look through the eyes of faith.
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Mar. 09, 2019
Hope is the only thing that keeps me alive
Every day I push myself to strive
Lord thank you, just these two words describe how I’m grateful
My life is full of obstacles and mistakes that’s what makes it intriguing and beautiful
Life sure has not turned out the way I have wished
That is why I must persist
The conciseness of these words is a gift to you from me
Poetry paints the whole world of what I need to say about what my spirit sees
There is more joy in being content
Life is a work in progress it is not finished yet
At times we may not get what we want or what we think we need
Patience is a virtue and it makes us take heed
When I think about that my live appears pretty full
Let life happen if it takes its toll
I will pray for the hearts that don’t have hope until my voice becomes gravelly, and my bones are weary
I will then rise in a new reality, and singing praises for all eternity
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Albert Einstein
Where did you come from?
Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot.
If any link in the chain begot with someone different.
If someone turned left instead of right.
You’d not be here today.
By being here today you won the infinity lotto.
Or
Some say this place we exist in is just one of many.
They say in fact the number of realities existing in parallel is infinite.
Different links in different chains, infinitely so.
It was, therefore, inevitable you’d appear in at least one.
Or
You, your soul, your spirit, your conciseness is eternal.
Moving though different realms of existence for any number of reasons. Maybe you have much to learn before you arrive.
Maybe immortality gets dull and boring.
You live finite packets of reality infinitely with no connection to keep things fresh and interesting.
Or
Maybe something else is going on.
A finite mind can’t know all the infinite makes possible.
Since you can’t know what’s possible, anything is possible!
from a photo challenge in A Poet's Haven
Out there amidst the glowing stars
She lived a thousand, thousand times
Holds onto memories from each one
She has loved the same man
In each one as their love
Has never ended and she searches
For him now out there amidst
The glowing stars is the one
She has loved a million times
And here amidst are humble Terra
There are but a few who
Understand the conciseness of a single
Grain of Stardust let alone all
The memories contained within each one
The undertaker
A vile cruel man
He that rots in the depths a foggy abyss
Chained by the sinful sorrowful
He only slightly emitted into a netherworld
His makings of the undone
His scythe piercing the heart
Of the two people
I loved most in this world
Sadly I wasn’t invited in this ordeal
I’m sure they were great for the feast
Though for surely not my conciseness was fed
Either Mentally or Physically
Most definitely he will rebuke the taste
For they are too untainted
For a vile man such as he
For he is always starving
For the purely unclean
Past haunts the present,
Past lives in the future.
It crosses paths with what’s to come,
Shows its face when you don’t expect.
Casts its shadow when you think you escaped,
mistakes felt, feelings lived through.
Choices uncovered comes back to you,
No point to run or hide from what’s left,
It will be beside the secrets you kept.
It will follow filling the hollow
spaces and places that mind hides and erases.
Heart beating rhythm, time won’t forgive them,
Mistakes, choices and old lost voices,
Conciseness burning and life keeps on turning
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