Condition Poems - Poems about Condition

Why does love come with crying? When its totality settles in and the sacrifice is known, how else could it be? Love, so happenstance, making itself fodder for blues music, and it will break your heart! Serving as the culmination of something larger than ourselves and making our lives worth living for....

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A Doctor talks about my condition as if reading a textbook in his head. He even pauses like he is turning a page. There is a large black fly that keeps bouncing off the clinics window. I 'm distracted, its head must be hard, its eyes must be crystal. Thump buz, thump buzz, thump buzzz. I have a headache. My own eyes are kind of...

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I see a problem with religion, It's like a competition, You can't just slip in. They want you to fit in. To help heal your sin. "You can stay, on One Condition." Tything an imposition, Sects creating division, Trying to see who will win. What if GOD has a different mission? Just listen to your intuition, Not their newest edition, Or blindly follow tradition. Have the ambition, Become a...

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There are enough religions in this world to promote hatred, disputes over pride and vanity... and insufficient spirituality on the part of men to promote peace and love among all...!...

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The pain I had is gone, I can't feel, I'm numb inside. At least my eyes are dry, All of my tears I have cried. My heart was so badly broken, It hasn't healed back together. It is in a very fragile condition, There's nothing it can weather. Maybe at some point in the future, When my heart has had time to heal, If the...

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in bondage to social etiquette, our heart paused spontaneity was stifled, innocence was lost we wandered earth like a soulless ghost love betrayal came at a heavy cost glorifying body cage we live in truth of our Self remaining unknown accustomed to trauma bonding with pain we denied God’s light even after we were shown...

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Nothing is about us..is it, yet we can feel or maybe hide better than the next, But what is the point of hiding if we can express those feelings at best, I've often said it's not me, but then how could I possibly relate, And really if it wasn't me at all, how could I even partially try...

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Within the lucid dream, we believed as true, the villainous character we had assumed but though it was acting, our actions we rue, because we are now by it’s darkness consumed. We have become the demon we created, which we see now needs to be decimated, so ego death seems to be the only way, to reclaim inner light, by ceasing to...

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Fire, fire, burning bright, weaving shadows from the night, how did mortal man learn to unlock the secrets within you? From what darker, distant past did we emerge, free at last, once we'd learned to tame then free thy flaming volatility? For the magic of your light gave us ways to fend off night, steal back...

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we sense spirit indwelling form whose light is shrouded by ego it should not be as such yet it is until fears and desires we let go...

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bondage to form desires storm heart deforming soul...

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the lofty stance an edifice unstable crumbles when tested spiritual heart unbound when scarred by ego recedes in the void wisps of straw to which we cling self-imposed hypnosis dreams within dreams deepens our trance darkness reigns...

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We chose to forget who we are, that whilst in trance, soul may ascend but perhaps we’ve drifted afar, feeding fears we wish to defend. Having signed up for life on earth, we chose to forget who we are, to which end we have taken birth but now our soul’s blackened like tar. Battle weary, bearing life’s scar, in staid silence we are free...

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A ditty to my titty There you are upon my chest You used to be the boob I loved best But now all you do is cause me grief I just need a moments relief But you would rather swell and cause me pain Make my skin itch again and again This journey so far , has been too long I’m starting to...

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A bitter piece of peace may be all the peace we get, but any piece of peace is worth a bit of peace to someone. -- by ThoughtsFromB4 ...

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