Peace is what we seek, like the river flowing down the stream, we seek to feel sleek and smooth as we go through life.
Love flows with every breath, like the air we send it out with a kiss to you, we send love and happiness everywhere.
Kiss you on the cheek, we love and feel you deeply, we are the peace people, we love you and seek peace.
As we go through life, we love to play and smile, each day we wake up to have fun and see the light and love.
Kiss you on the cheek, we love and feel you deeply, we are the peace people, we love you and seek peace.
Flowing down the riverside, we look and wave goodbye, we hope and love each day, lifting joy as we flow away.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
OF ECHOING SUPREME LOVE
Out of the smoking ashes of hate,
Supreme, spiraling love is born:-
Where supreme love is spiraling,
Its winds and rains flow away hate’s ashes:-
So it is, and always will be, the Godly echo:
Wherever love abides, no hate can ever reside.
Falling in love is easy
Staying in love is hard.
Healing is believing
you will be healed.
Faith cannot be seen
but it can be felt.
Democrats are so intolerant
comply or die.
Prayers and thoughts are power
a nation united with them can heal.
Hate s quick
Love is slow.
The red clay is thick and the earth thirst
rains bead off and flow away into the creeks
stubborn soil wont drink.
Growth is slow for the prairie
but still a beauty in life that survives.
Wondrous grassland dotted with wildflowers
a pale moon and a canvas of night stars
The dawn and the dusk brilliant colors brush the sky
Souls remain embedded in this land.
There is much beauty in simplicity.
Truth is not a bean count.
it's not static, not fixed.
It is ever expanding.
We have no hope
of ever gabbing hold of it.
The sky is all around us,
it has a hundred faces,
that flow away as it is studied.
At times,
the thoughtful might wonder
if they are the fish
or the fishbowl?
Man takes a snapshot of his life,
that still-life, turns to water.
The ultimate is beyond,
always beyond.
Truth is an ever-growing
image of itself,
a vision forever seen
from the mind of a goldfish.
The sandy beach and the ocean
obviously do not understand each other.
Each wave falls upon the shore,
as if it had never met that shore before.
The sand attempts to flow away,
yet scuttled crab legs
and the weight of empty shells
slows it to a shackled crawl.
Eventually,
the unstable edge of that feathering lip
tumbles into the sea.
Then the salty, always thirsty water,
turns away to flow more swiftly
through the open gills and mouths
of the unanchored
and free.
She hated men
Hated everything about them
Bordering on the pathological
Hated the way they touched her
Hated the way they used her
She even hated taking their dirty money
She did like killing them though
Watching their power slowly ebb away
It was the ultimate org*sm
Definitely so much better than sex
She didn’t like the spurters
Underwear was so damn expensive
But she was beginning to perfect her technique
Directing the flow away from her
Learned strangely enough from a surgeon
He would have been proud of her
It was her breasts that caught his eye
The rest his imagination took care of
He had never done it blindfold before
It sure felt so sensual
God, he could feel the explosion building up inside him
She directed the open razor with total precision
Marvelling as his body went into spasm
God, the org*sm was out of this world
Definitely so much better than sex.
I remember,I remember when the river flowed,
I remember,I recall when my soul floated,
With every flow,
Don't fall,remember the river,
Don't drown,remember it flowed,
Don't die,remember it cleansed,
Flow me away river,gently down your path,
Gently down your stream,
Numb the poison that sinks with every flow,
I remember,I remember when the flowers withered,
Flow away this winter,this winter that withers,
With every flow,
I remember the boat,my boat in that winter,
Rickety boat,Rickety by that winter,
But I remember,I remember the river flowed,
Don't fall,remember the river,
Don't drown,remember it flowed,
Don't die,remember it cleansed,
River, 'O' river you manned the station,
Guiding the boat gently through,
Numbing the poison brought by that winter,
For I remember,I remember when you flowed,
I remember,I recall when you floated my soul,
With every flow,you saved,from the poison,from that winter,
I shall not fall from the boat,you flow,
I shall not drown, you float,
I shall not die,you save,
I remember,I remember when you flowed,
I remember,I recall when I floated,
With every flow you saved me from the poison and that winter.
Hands met each other again this morning
they touched gently - caressed - loved.
It has been a long time
since they prayed together like this.
It was a silent sermon
a benediction.
Fingers intertwined like sea anemones
tenderness kissed each fingertip.
Left hand was shy
right hand coaxed and urged
until they danced slowly, as one
with their bones, veins,
callouses and crinkled skin.
They are old hands, beautiful hands
they will stay together now
and not stray
for they live in faith
bound as one with the blood
that nourishes them.
Together
they have accomplished many great things,
they also have shared shameful times,
they let those memories
flow away as they rest together
in pillowing palms.
These hands weep as only the shape of love can.
They have explored, they have cradled,
they have known violence,
experienced
horrors and dark deep nights of despair.
They bathe together now
wash the mind that moves them,
remain devotional
until at last
they fall from the flesh into the earth that
birthed them.
Indigo coldness
obscures starlight
twinkles are lost
hidden from the sight
porch lights distant
shining bright
flickering starbursts
descending from the sky
crystals fragile
in frigid air
blankets the walkways
cold and bare
bundled deeply
seeking warmth
visions of summer
flow in my mind
half heard rumbles
steel scrapes
scattering crystals
hard and dry
rivers flow
through the night
herding the storm
to far away
radiant beams
warmth away
as glittering starlight
now appears
shines forth sunlight
new dawning day
as endless rainbows
spring into the view
enthalpy clings
to sparkling light
ascending the hill
of energy gain
crystals do slowly
with changing state
droplets become
and flow away
breeze slowly warming
attacking the chill
bright blinding sunlight
stealing away sight
24 sept 2022 9:01 Am
Sitting and praying and reading the word
He cries in the presence of the Lord
What his mind can not say his heart starts to pray
His tears stream slowly as his cares flow away
Tears of repentance, tears of joy washing and healing the wounded heart
Jesus is his rightousness, He walks with him and they never part
He cries when his heart is overcome he lays at the feet of the Holy one
His head is lifted his tears are dried healed by the blood of Jesus Gods Son
He will cry and will endure for salvation through Christ is ensured
Jesus return is very soon and his crieing will stop for ever more
Refusing to forgive someone’s fault no matter the pouring rain
Is holding a fiery coal in one hand no matter the pain
So put your hand in the flowing Jordan river
Let your memories flow away without a remaining sliver
In the river of your mother’s tears shed ages ago
From the transgression we have done but only a few know
We are all guilty of wrongdoing and our mother’s mourn
We are all that fallen angel of light last to be born
Who abandoned her house and fell into this life of disruption
Who lost her bright innocence and gave birth to corruption
God does not reach out with a burned hand to inflict shame
But with a hand clean and untouched by any flame
Every human lives in an intense fog in which they cannot see
With only burning coals in their hands lighting some way to be free
Though these do not break through the grey swarm that we tread
Only fortifies the fog with grey smoke and ash, hence why it was said
“Father, forgive them, no matter what I go through
For they do not know what they do”
Relaxing having some me time
It's not wrong. It's not a crime
To forget about the day
Let your sorrows flow away
A nice warm bath with lots of bubbles
Washes away all your troubles
A glass of wine or soda pop
Will bring your sadness to a stop
Music or a TV show
Helps your happiness to grow
Take a moment and you'll see
How fantastic it can be
To unwind and take a break
From working hard for goodness sake.
Poets: Paciolo Pen Saint Ft Poet Em Em Ft Sebastian Jnr
I'm a flying bird but I'm broken
My wings are cupped & shackled
I'm a choir but my voice is gone
Still I can hum the horrors in my mind
The eyes of the earth in tears
Gaza is in pain - the torrent has reached it corn.
Here's the narration of little ugliness
The scent of joy can't be smelled in palestine (Gaza)
There's no joy in her wind
Her graves are laced with agony
& Her remnants are Pale less thin
(2)
Her remnants are Pale less thin
Her eyes sees no white of a thing
but flames and smokes
& her beak picks up pickles in an enclosed beaker
Gaza is in a kettle of fish
with no water to quench her thirst
nor flow away her agonies
still her remnants are pale less thin
(3)
Still her remnants pale less thin
Like breathing air on a cool less brink
Where souls are perplexee— to sucide
Minds lack rest—For all days pale less thin.
Gaza is in airless world—admist rain
Losing lives— secs by secs all days
for there is no air for her bird to fly—not even rays.
Her remnants pale less thin—yet no halt in attack by the ingrates
Dandelion faerie shares her inner light
Woodland fox and kits send love to her
Lighting up the sky on this October night
Owl notices how delicate she is and pure
She could be livelier and much more gay,
She should be more confident, much more sure
Wind blows her petals and they flow away
Traveling to the north, where the trolls go
She is bald and plain at the beginning of day
Starting to show her glorious empathetic inner glow
Love for others parades through the valley
Creatures love her from above and below
Forlorn clouds of loneliness engulf me in shades of grey,
pastel sounds of life and love grow dimmer to me every day.
I can feel the burning sunshine dancing on my back,
snatching colors from my world, it melts them into black.
Lost amidst the stars somewhere I once heard a storybook rhyme,
the girl who said she'd always love me is now once upon a time.
Before this darkness found me I saw roses everywhere,
now piercing thorns of emptiness are more than I can bear.
I long to view the peaceful sea; all I hear are the crashing waves,
to read between the lines of living; my eyes are but dots on a page.
To witness lightning's warning of the thunder that I fear,
the stream of life flows by me, leaving only sights I can hear.
The wind brushes through my hair on its way to the towering trees,
the streams rushing through my soul on their path to the faraway seas;
like the wind we blow away,
like the stream we flow away,
on our journey to the tomb of eternity.
Written 4 Nov 2020
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