Existance Poems - Poems about Existance

I believe in Eternal God The Eternal Father Almighty Creator of Heaven and earth And in Father Christ His only Eternal Son Our Divine Lord Who was conceived by the Eternal Holy Spirit Born of the Virgin Mother Mary Suffered under Pontius Pilate Was crucified Died And was buried He descended into hell The 3rd day He rose again from the dead He ascended into Heaven Sitted at the...

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Believing in you is Being just you, the simplicity of you Embracing each twist and turn Stepping outside the confines of your mind Revealing truths and bringing clarity in chaos Engaging in the art of the here and now Changing dark unnecessary innateness Diving into each brushstroke, swaths of colorways Letting the moment paint a masterpiece uniquely yours Freeing up the shackles...

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My spirit was held down, I?t's time to wake up now. Wrap my head around, An Existence so abound. As All of me, Suddenly, Is Flowing naturally. With love and light, I write. Hoping you enjoy, The creation, In your sight. Reaching out, Loving you. These words, Coming through, This Existence. Closing the distance, Between heart and mind, Releasing the soul. Time to Let go, Of what you think you know, You are the STAR of...

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Humanity Upon the Falling Catastrophic predictions for humanities future Another universal wound that needs an international suture A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture Wondering through the alleyways of regret, loss and fear Meandering through a lonely day I’d prefer to forget through all the tears Pandering...

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Humanity Upon the Falling Catastrophic predictions for humanities future Another universal wound that needs an international suture A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture Wondering through the alleyways of regret, loss and fear Meandering through a lonely day I’d prefer to forget through all the tears Pandering...

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Wise Postulations of Existance for The Damned Solitude the pathway for self authentication Interludes of what to say in the process of individuation Attitudes of slow decay born from ill-considerations Platitudes in early May about spring time commiserations Various forms of entropy existing in the atmosphere Precarious storms of ignomy resisting the biosphere Nefarious swarms of privacy persisting through the tears Hillarious warns...

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As the dust starts to settle in Rejoice into the holy spirit A memorable occasion has been achieved The tongues have been spoken As the wind starts to unwind Rejoice into the word A memorable occasion has been conquered The sins have been shown Be grateful, It is the glory of the Lord That Modifies the path A blessing in disguise It is the...

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I dont wanna be here anymore I dont wanna keep feeling this way I dont want to hurt myself I just want to end the pain I want the bullying to end I want the voices to end I just want to be normal I just want to not hurt on the inside anymore If I just tie this around my...

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If a God isn’t in existence The wicked can’t be in existence...

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Nirveda (sansk.) - aversion to existence "The existent there is no cessation". Bhagavat Gita, 2.16 Addicted to existence, I may slain or, maybe, they may slain me. I may die a hero or, unknown, die in vain. I may live righteously, I may abstain from sins like Abel. Or, vice versa, I may overstep the laws of God like Cain. None of that...

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(A somnambulistic drama in four acts) Actors: Jean-Paul Marat; Charles Barbarou; Charlotte Corday; 1st Philosopher; 2nd Philosopher; The Commentator’s Voice. Act 1. A tavern. Two philosopher sit at the table; Marat sits at the other, some distance away. 1st Philosopher …or even worse: “In the unbounded space, the countless spheres glow and a dozen of other spheres, tenth of their size, revolve around them. Hot...

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Back in the day I used to think that death could turn the flaws of life into its merits like water into wine. As though breath pursues breath out, death, I thought, inherits a darkness of a dreamless sleep innate to life. Alas, it soon became apparent such nouns as "asphyxia" and "faint" or, say, the adjectives "astray" and "errant" - they do...

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I got no time for slithering snakes Twisting themselves into different shapes I just keep my distance until they slither away Because today im not trying to get bit in the face And having its venom filling my veins Drifting in and out of consiousness and slipping away If it gets close to me I'll chop off his head and skin him...

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Existance of Coexistance Was really a matter of energy existence, While it was combined with consistence; Never delayed, And displayed; Exhibited in resistance and persistence. Had awakened from my approximately two to four nap and here was this poem. Found that poem did flow directly from my each finger onto the silent screen. Jim Horn...

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Much respect to those Who have entered my life Scrimped and saved to enter Into my existence May they know when They see my face for real How I wonder And these visions fly...

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