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 right hand of Eternal God
The Eternal Father Almighty
From there He will come to judge
The living and the dead
I believe in the Holy (Roman) Catholic Church
The communion of Saints
The forgiveness of sins
The resurrection of the body and life everlasting
Amen
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Typed: May 20, 2025
Time Typed: 8:11am
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 of the mind
Feeling compassion of heart and soul
Taking a voyage to the center of universal reality~
Shedding many prejudices indelibly embedded in thought
Unmasking anxieties that do not change the world,
serving only to distract causing mental coil
Trusting your instincts is your compass
Off putting, although valuable truth may be
a diamond amidst pebbles
Experiencing every morsel of life’s banquette
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 this show.
L?ook inside, Find The Glow,
Locked away so long ago.
Don't be afraid of your shadow,
Its there to help you grow.
Don't let it steal your shine,
You'll find, Your Existence,
Is Divine.
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 manifestation of a belief
That achieves the performance
A uniqueness of an individual
The human being at its best,
As the sea starts to rotate
Rejoice into the movement
A memorable occasion has been seen
The tongues have been released
As the clouds starts to clear
Rejoice into the fresh air
A memorable occasion has been selected
The blessing have been given
Be honored
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 throat really tight could i pass out and drift into existance
Could I grow wings and begin to fly away
Would the internal pain stop and exist no more
What would happen if I didnt exist anymore?
If a God isn’t in existence
The wicked can’t be in existence
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 matters! Destined to exist,
scourged by two demons, life and death, I plea
for non-being, nothingness, for sweetest tryst
with dreamless dream. Oh, woe is me! Deceased
or full of hateful life, I have to be
until I understand the very gist
of cruel, God knows whom invented notion
that long drained streams must flow into the ocean.
aba, aba, bcb, bcb, dd. I have no idea what this form is called. If not called yet, I hereby anoint you a Terzonnet)
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 exist and their existence makes
the errant souls go astray and exit
wrong doors...
Whilst Author plays at ducks and drakes
on the existence, his persona legs it.
4/30/2019
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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 with haste
End its life with the quickness
Bring silence & crickets to its spineless existance
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
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
Fearful are we all to the call of death
To things that lead us down a road to insurrection,
But in an instance came what’s left
To the miracle of our existence!
Blow on the sounds through darkened sky
Where time passes swiftly on;
Until in the silence that we perceive
Appeared thoughts of our existence!
Speak below thy breath of wayward seas
The crash of its thundered waves,
Here in the wonder of seasons change
And the miracle of its existence!
Sometimes we fill our lungs with songs of life,
Sometimes with those of sad regret,
Sometimes is held what trust instills
And the miracle of its existence!
Good-by to lines of moral verse,
Farewell to a summer rain,
Good-by what’s held over those instilled
And the miracle of our existence!
i erase existance when i see you
everything exists when you walk by
i would give up my existance just for a hint of eye contact from you
you only notice my existance in the throws of my imagination
thinking of you, i try to hold back my tears
fear feels like thorns piercing my ghostly anatomy
there is one particular throbbing that just may lead me to blindness
however i will take that risk just to elongate the existance of you in my mind
i become an addict on purpose and by choice
i become dependent on my version of your sweet, gentle voice
if i only had one chance, one opportunity, or one moment,
i would freeze that existance within the confines of my mind
the image of us in a circle of any type of bliss causes convulsive catastrophes
i force the existance of the multifarious feelings to just remain remaining
i am internally pleading for you not to disappear from the simplest region of my
sight
yet you do as always, and i am left with another date with disorganized episodes
There is no black without white
There's no darkness without light
There is no noise without silence
No pain without violence
No love without hate
No doubt without fate
No is without am
No don't without can
And no god without I AM.
The sun shadows spots
On the other side
Where the day breaks
Over no love in sight
Ill just cast off
My angels pride
Clip my wings
In spite
The ghastly voices echoing
For eternity they shall ring
From the lowest dimension
Ever known
They are crying out
About being alone
For goodness sake
The badness wins
Every once in a little while
Is it wrong for me to smile
Wingless, my mind still flys
An earthquake shakes
The epicenter
From fault lines
The doubt can enter
Growing feeding on
Your weakest link
A chasm erupts
Into a divide
With differences standing
On either side
Living dead,
Or just dead living
Not one thought
Is really worth giving
If no control is owned by you
Spiraling thoughts
The death of you
And the coldness freezes
The lovers pride
After this existence
They reunite
A rendezvous
for one last kiss
The soul leaves the body
The same way it enters it
Like a baby born into
A plane of infinite mysteries
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