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Faintness may give the impression of fading separation.
An art lesson for a seeker. The seeker will then
point to what remains, when fading ends, as the recognition
sought..formlessness pointing to nothing. Or the seeker
might see the faintness as increasing separation. Nothing
appearing more and more distinct and definitional. Both
processes are, however, quite enticing, but futile. Liberation
is the end of process with this spontaneous appearance,
which resists any and all definition..but may include
the processes and enticements suggested by artful faintness.
One thing after another. My hands are tired knees bruised Sometimes I’m ok. When I don’t pay attention to signs and spirits at play. Other times, I want to scream. I want to rip my skin from its connective tissues, clean off me. I want to play in traffic and play chicken with oncoming cars. With thoughts not mine of what’s the worst that could happen if I tried. Or if I was the superhero I dreamed about when I was a kid with nothing to dream, surely I’d save me from this. But no cape. Just another skin puppet, just a pissed miss. There, where I wanted to run. Where to. I’m trapped. No one cares. Whose thoughts are these? They aren’t fun
I want to scream why the heck am I here Just great. I confessed my sins first thing today. There goes that confession. I repented. Wasted away. Faith, we pray so I did the same thing again today. I sat on the pew knees bent boogers dripping down from my chin. Crying to him, if you loved us why allow me to constantly give in to sin My arms are sore from this prayer position. I’ve got lock jaw from counting all these blessings. Yet I’m still dragging my spirit face down through sharp glass, or as you call them lessons, with no fail or passing. Tap tap, uhem lord forgive me if I speak out of turn, but you made me in your image, remember? You created the good the bad the right the wrong, yet you tell us manipulation is wrong and temptation is not a sin If a sin is something that goes against what you believe in and I am in your image is your idea of a sin the same as a simple skin breeds belief on what that definition is I want to scream but you hear me best silent. You never say a word, still my faith growing that you preach inside me.
In a time when the oceans drank up the land
and kings ruled the earth by the warriors hands
The souls of millions embellished the battle
Minions in armor mounted and saddled
Death came swiftly with the swing of the blade
Children forged in blood the way real men were made
Weakness and fear were trampled into the ground
and the clashing of steel overtook the battle cry sounds
but as time goes on needless to say
the warrior is no longer needed today
I see only cowards being portrayed
Vessels without honor where emptiness strays
The definition of man has changed completely indeed
but the warrior remains the last of my breed
The warrior remains........... remains in me
I am the warrior
I used to think…
That what we have here….
Had a meaning behind it.
I used to believe….
That you were the one,
I gave up everything for….
You were the one,
I made my everything….
I cherished the ground you walked on,
Your face, I placed a smile upon.
Your tears, I wiped away…
I was the one, who encouraged you to pray.
But what happened?
I learned the truth about you.
I learn about who you really are….
You’re not my shooting star….
I’m not your world….
I’m just the ottoman under your feet…
I’m nothing more than a stepping stone to you….
Nothing more….
Than some window of opportunity…
You never cared about me….
You only wanted what you couldn’t get from others….
You wanted someone to change….
You wanted me to be something I’m not….
I became a soulless puppet,
Moving when you say so.
Then when you’re done with the strings,
You’d toss me on the floor,
And walk out the door.
I can’t take it anymore….
I used to think….
You were the love of my life,
My heart, my soul,
My everything and my pride…
But I came to realize,
It was nothing but lies….
I….
Was a fool….
To think that this would last….
To think that you,
Were over your past.
I used to think that you completed me,
But you showed me that you don’t….
My heart was filled with frustration,
Victimization….
Decimation….
While you conducted your brutalization.
Your definition of love,
Is way different than mine…
You think money can buy happiness…
Business life can take away stress….
Cars, clothes, and all….
Materialism will be your downfall….
You should’ve been more grateful.
I used to think you were the one….
But I see now….
I was dead wrong.
Born to a Catholic family
Each Sunday spent kneeling in pews
Taught to accept Christ as my savior
And that Hell is for those that refuse.
As I grew older, I wondered
How good people of different beliefs.
Could be destined to spend eternity
With adulterers, murderers, and thieves.
I learned more and more of our history
It defied my indoctrination.
Through Papal Indulgence to bloody crusades
I was given my own revelation
People, by the book's definition
Are sinners, and each is flawed
Yet somehow. we hold expectations
That we've passed down the true word of God
So I can no longer walk blindly
For in my soul, I have realized
That faith can be found in every heart
And it needn't be organized.
:For If you build it they will misuse it contest
Quasars (definition)
a massive & remote celestial object, emitting large amounts of energy, having a star like image in a telescope. Been suggested that quasars contain massive black holes, and may represent a stage in the evolution of some galaxies
by Anile Deo
All that we see, up and down, day and night
May feel "LIGHT" but 95 percent, out of sight,
Is "dark matter"** that shaped our universe
You may ask, "How does he know this, Bible man!"
Quasars shine so bright, appear as stars to a human
Quasar is: Active Galactic Nucleus/Nuclei, powered by Black Hole
In 1979, Q9057+561 betrayed what Einstein guessed: G. Lensing
Revealing a massive galaxy sits between our Milky Way and Q9057+561
All this says stars rotate at same speeds no matter where they are!
In Genesis, the very second verse, revealed Dark Forces, forget the Atom!
"[E]arth was without form, and void, and darkness was upon the face of the Deep."
Coincidence? What we see is tiny compared to what forces there be
**Note: I ought to make Dark Matter about 25 percent of the Universe because the link with Dark Energy (70 percent) is not there! So together dark "Forces" are 95 percent of what there is in the Universe
To leave is harder than to love
To leave is harder than to love.
The bond bridged by almighty above.
Holds a new definition now.
Not to be together again - a vow.
To go to - our basket of memories
And taking each other's failures and glories
To take away , what each liked.
To unthorn the heart, spiked.
To forget each other - to move away
Will love forever - did they say?
Hopes and promises all fake
Hating each other, for each other's sake.
To fight - to seperate- to crave
So be meek but brave
Filling bags of emotions and tears
I leave - with a heart, which bears.
Nothing now can hold me back
Yes, somethings I have, many I lack
But how will I live- from here
My life is not life, without you dear.
The world of emotions - broke
Melted by soul - a cruel joke
Dissolving my innocent arrogance.
Do I still have a chance?
O! Why am I thinking again the same
Why on thought of love, comes your name.
Why I am so restless again.
Am I feeling, the eternal pain.
Which peirced the chest of all
On whose grave, who crawl
One crave- for a second of love
A touch a blessing a white dove.
My arrogance may feather my pride
To leave my love and chide
But the pale child which hides in me
Ask ' my lover, last time can I see.'
I broke with him- we both cry
Sitting on a bench- people going by
No my dear- she is gone
And to this night there is no dawn.
The empty soul of mine sits alone
Mourning for my love- which is gone
Penetrates me with his deep eyes
Wasn't it all, falseness and lies.
I had an answer but dared not speak
As he is immortal and I week
Said he ' have seen ages and ages of love
When I was not in you - but sitting above.'
I have been in bodies of priests,cheats
Butchers and rogues- but none beats
The shallowness of yours - I hate
But for 30 more years that is my fate.
Akash sangwan
I am not a stranger to the dark.
Yes, Im strong to bear the light,
Even if the darkest of nights bark...
The best in me will keep up the fight.
I am with you, dear friendly black--
The land of frustrated loyalists;
Where tyrants rule without attack,
From the few vibrant populists.
If eve was the mother of human species,
Africa was the father of all nation,
Where we started the learning of ABCs
Before others come to its adaptation.
Africa was the mother of Eve,
A land of golds and diamonds!
Reason colonists don't wanna leave,
Rather become civilization's legends.
Real definition of friendship,
Which cannot be found anywhere else,
Started in my gracious township
In which we never have others suppress.
Black! thou have done yourself proud.
What a perfect anti racist!
Thou are so endowed-
A drummer boy perfected a bassist.
Where else does humanity and woman hood begin?
Is there any mother who dares abandoned her baby?
Even under the influence of pure gin,
May be if suffering from the touch of raby...
Black room, dark souls.
Fearless heart, triumphant mind.
Broken wings, flying wholes...
Savaged humans, free blind*
The broad street, daylight illuminate.
The narrow express, moon crystallize.
Populace satellite, leaders indeterminate planet.
Sorrowful joy, all in all I idolize!
The structure, or plot, of a poem is, in my opinion, like the melody in music. It's what holds the words together and keeps us reading...
A present's not a gift until someone sends or brings it,
But a poem is still a song even if no one sings it.
You may think you can't write lyrics, but you're wrong,
If you ever wrote a poem, you wrote a song.
Every poem has a melody inside it,
Although in free verse it's much easier to hide it.
Take, for instance, Mr. Whitman's "Leaves of Grass".
Now, this is a masterpiece, no doubt,
And I don't mean to be too critical, or crass,
But it's laboriously long,
And notoriously short on song,
And although he does give it a nod,
I find it somehow rather odd
That by the end he's all but left the music out.
If what he calls "singing" is so by definition,
It's well camouflaged by piles of superfluity
And about a million unnecessary miles of exposition.
To perform his piece in public Walt's fans rarely get invited.
It takes almost as long to read the thing,
As it took the guy to write it*.
Now, lest you think that I forgot
The premise of this piece, I've not.
It's true I wandered from the path a bit,
But with alacrity, I'll now get back to it.
Most lyrics don't require one jot
Of setting, dialogue, or plot,
But what the better ones have got
Is lots of good old rhythm, rhyme, and repetition.
Every time you write a poem you make a miracle,
And even more so when that miracle is lyrical.
*It is not my intention to impugn or demean Mr. Whitman's work. "Leaves of Grass" was a monumental opus, way ahead of its time, that he worked on for 37 years, from its first publication in 1855, at his own expense, until his death in 1892. To the best of my knowledge, it has never been choreographed or set to music. A reason for that, I suspect, may be that no composer or choreographer wanted to risk growing old, infirm, blind, and possibly dying before the task could be completed.
I am in transformation I've belong to God's Nation
I am a Christian I am a Christian
Doesn't mean I'm perfect I'm less than perfect I am a Christian
For the only good in me is Jesus Mercy
I'm a Christian
And to be Christ-like is the act like Christ
have mercy
I am in transformation I've belong to Gods Nation don't you Pity Me
I'm in transformation I've been placed on lone for God's Nation
I am a Christian
And being a Christian doesn't make me better than anyone else
You see and being a Christian doesn't mean I'm perfect
I'm just trying to be Christ Like that's the true definition of being a Christian
While in this God. Cold lonely world I want to shine with the light of Jesus put my light show
The only perfection in me is God's mercy
I'm a Christian
It's amazing it's his amazing grace that puts me in place
I'm saved by his grace Lord have mercy
And being a Christian doesn't mean I'm better than you cuz we all have sinned
Oh, Lord God have mercy
Yes I'm a Christian
Feeling mediocrity sinner saved by grace
That's what I be
Yeah I'm a Christian and transformation I belong to God Nation
I'm a Christian
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah this what I be Hallelujah
Mercy to God bless His holy name
Remember me I'm not perfect you see and don't you even try to judge me cuz
I'm just a Christian for I am a Christian a sinner saved by mercy grace
10/22/19