God Crown Of Sonnets Poems

Cleaved from God’s light, we wished to be as He
but one day we ate the forbidden fruit,
whose toxins caused dread and in heart envy,
darkening our...

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Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist
but imagining we’re distanced from source,
grace that uplifts, we begin to resist,
opting instead to employ use of force.
Mistaken...

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Each time soul’s reborn, it begins anew,
with memory of its past life wiped clean,
feeling vividly each hue as though new,
truth of existence attempting to glean.
Love’s...

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Written By:  D. Collins 2/17/24


O.G. is O.G.'n born and raised.
Looking over my shoulder just in case.
There are multiple factors trying to do us in.
Including...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful...

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1) Preamble

As breath’s created, sustained and destroyed,
we see trika, threefold aspect at play
through life, where we are by ego decoyed,
until we choose to make love...

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The emptiness is left with no resolve
for all the stars in Heaven have maligned.
Your God has let morality devolve
into the darkest days of humankind.
A war...

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Is not God a concept, till we see Him?
How will memorising scriptures assist?
Conditioned beliefs make our soul’s light dim.
Love alone is real and that’s life’s...

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Climbing ivy draws and flowers, delight,
Agapema anon a Saturn moth. 
Saturniidae family has spanned life
short, longer if bigger, three weeks--like Hoth,
blind god tricked by Loki...

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"God is my strength and my shield;  He is my soul and 
my heart; he is my breath, my song, and my reason."

...

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In attempting to portray inner light,
immediate and intimate to us,
the flavour of fragrance was lost to sight,
lost in symbols, which began to nonplus.
The truth of...

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When anarchy consumes a barren soul,
the hatred overwhelms the beating heart.
It sickens minds and steals the body whole  
then rips the cloth of empathy...

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Less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.
'Tis sad ... NEXT: the hawk hovered that founded
fresh sedges, grasslands, and deserts idyll,
God in the detail, Red-Tailed Hawk...

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His restless wolves still taunt each dauntless ship,
though sly attrition neutralized their hunt,
for subterfuge let not a whisper slip
as vantage shifted on the battlefront.
A riddle...

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If the magic of the now eludes us, 
it signals we are as yet fast asleep 
and caught in a mind trap, dark fears nonplus,...

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