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Premium Member Dream world

All that is manifest, is doomed to die
and is therefore merely a lucid dream,
wherein attachments cause our heart to sigh,
separated from truth by thoughts that stream.

God absolute exists beyond space-time,
which is our home too, as the light of Self,
beheld in the gap betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
when no agenda remains on our shelf.

This truth now known, we must maintain focus,
recognising we’re not this body-mind
and remaining still along love’s locus,
prayerfully become divine aligned.

God dwells in the heart, let us heed His call ~
That we are living light, here now recall
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Angels and Our First Parents

The Chief creatures of God are men and angels

Angles are bodiless spirits created to adore and enjoy God in heaven

The first man and woman are Adam and Eve

Adam and Eve are innocent and holy when they came from the hand of God

Adam and Eve did not remain faithful to God

Broke God’s command by eating the forbidden fruit

Adam and Eve on account of their sin lost innocence and holiness and are doomed to misery and death

Through the disobedience of our first parents we all inherit their sin and punishment

We should have shared in their happiness if they have remained faithful

The Sin which we inherit from our first parents is called Original sin

The Blessed Virgin Mother Mary, through the merit of her Divine Son was preserved free from original sin and this privilege is called the Immaculate Conception

Premium Member My Fiery Wrath

You’ve seen my rage that can smite cathedrals’ steadfast posture 
Exempting not that edifice in Notre Dame midst its antique feature…
May I remind you of hell-fire* in that place of forever torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.

You’ve witnessed my fury’s destructiveness
Revealed by the Notre Dame Church fire’s perilousness…  
Such is just a glimpse of my fire in hell’s endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the convicts in their guilt’s fierceness.

You’ve beheld my wrath unleashing fatal empowerment
That reigned to haunt religious predicament and faith’s sentiment 
Presenting a grim warning of hell-fire as everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.

You’ve experienced how it is to awakened by God Almighty
Now, reflect on this reality as I appeal to your spirituality…
My fiery ability in hell can be missed by trusting the Lord’s certainty
In placing faith in Jesus Christ’s redeeming security
He vanquished hell’s power with His sacrificial love’s purity
And you can have such assurance throughout eternity.

*Mark 9:47 …It is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire.

May 8, 2019

1st place, "NOTRE DAME IN THE NEWS" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 6/6/2019.

Premium Member Languishing Luminance of a Star

Tonight, I sit watching ebony skies
feeling the need for silence and seclusion
admiring the glitter and glimmer of stars
before one by one they disappear.
   There's no solace found
      when one loses luster and then dies.

As its twinkling torchlight flickers,
I drink deeply of its beauty.
  In this haunting darkness of night
    the taunting of its dimming light
once twilight's tattered tint loses its glint,
a star makes way for the moon to take flight.

I fear the imminence of its daunting death, 
   the last gasp of celestial breath
as it outshines the galaxy
before its flaming core collapses.

Suddenly, the night grows cold 
and dire darkness holds reign
   but not from a lofty throne.
Luna's halo has lost its glow.
How stark becomes the emptiness
where a star once heavenly hung.
It's not an illusion of pain...
   I feel it as I feel the chill of winter rain.

It's as if into a black hole of stellar mass
it passes through mordant shadows
   and I, although I fear the dark
      would light a spark as it leaves
and time travel with it as luminance dulls.

If only wings were allowed mere mortals,
the portal they enter, I would breach
to reach its final resting place.

Sometimes, it seems as if in dreams
I follow where faded stars go to die.
Entering the depths of an abyss 
from which they are not reborn.
I shiver while watching them flutter
   the last pulsing beats 
       of dying hearts sputter
         in demise before my eyes...
never to return to celestial skies.

A somber thought enters my soul,
that soon each dying star will depart
  its shimmer veiled then extinguished
     as if snuffed because of its beauty.

Stars should not be doomed to dwell
in skies with holes of desolation.
   I mourn with miserable melancholy,
      the glorious grandeur of its light
       each time I see a fading star,
         languishing as its journey ends.

A cry escapes my pouting lips
for all that's left of its existence
   is stardust clinging to my fingertips.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Elegy

Emerge From the Shadow

You've been hurt 
You've been broken 
You've been doomed 
far too long 

You're hiding behind shadows
You're angry with the world 
Your silent face casts you away from society 
And you're left with feelings of intense depression

You said the heck with love
You thought you were safe down this valley
And now you're feeling defeated 
All of your thoughts on finality

Who do you seek for help 
What can you do to be free
When will you shine again
Where should you find happiness for good 

Baby you are it; not anyone, not anywhere
But within you is the power of your free will
So emerge from the shadow
Give your heart a will to find its joy

       Smile

Akkina R Downing 
     5-28-17


Night Life

Night life 
It all started with a try 
she was young 
Full of energy 
She always love to party
She got lots of Friends
In the streets at school 
she was so Popular 
She loves high life
And that brought her 
To a high teast 
Where addiction was her
Highest limit above her 
Flying skies

Night life 
It all started with a try
At first 
Her close friends got her to
The try of early sex 
The try of taking drugs
The try of partying all night
From this  trys 
Gradually she was a victim 
Slow and steady she fell in love With her trys 
As she grow her fantasy 
On a rough life 
All night she is like a bird
Flying so high in an addiction 
All day she is in street 
In the corners of bad boys
She was the queen of the ghetto 

Night life 
It all started with a try
This trys was her closest  desire
She is on fire 
So she need no advice 
As everyday she was more 
And more deep into her trys
Day after day 
she got more and more addicted
 to her trys fantasy 
And now she is on the street 
So high so intoxicated 
At night she is in every night
Club hunting for men 
For sex to make money 
So she could afford her trys
This trys of her changed her
To a monster at day and 
A prostitute at night 
She droped out of school 
At age18 she already aborted 
Alot pregnancies 
Yet still she will never let go 
Her life style 

Night life 
It all started with a try 
This try was the Genesis 
Of all her doomed life
Everynight she was on fire
As she glitters with her cosmetic beauty 
Waiting in the corners of every top night clubs
For men to come have some 
Fun with her while they pay as they go 
The night is long but not 
For her fantasy 
Either does the morning nor day
 makes sense to her 
Addiction of prostitution 
So day after day 
She is at sleep mostly 
At noon time
While at night in every club 
Where men are largely found
She was the queen of the night 
Roaring like a lioness 
Never she want to stop
Showing up her body to 
Afford her trys or
Neither will she give up 
Her wings as she fly so 
High at every 
Night life 

Note- A true life story and dedication
 to all drug addicted ladies!
Never give up on life 
 for all young ladies out there
  high life kills! Play safe or
Never play
Remain bless
One love!
Form: Epic

Premium Member This World's Cure

The world has come to a stage
Where it can no more hold man's rage
Why, so much of wars and killings
So much for a land to which we do not belong

A land which is meant to be lived as if it were a dream
A land on which we should see each other as being same
A land, meant for the fallen
A land, though, meant to allow us to rise again

But sad it is, to see that the life which thrives on it is sick
So much that it does not hesitate to put itself at stake
See how easily does hate grow, how easily it does expand
As if it were the cure for tomorrow, as if it would make the world grand!

Pray, I would like to see peace on Earth
My yearning to see it is aflame with a fiery passion, same as that found in you
I would like to roam about, feeling always so safe
I would like to share the smile I hide and which, for the whole world, I brew

But to bring peace seems to be a task so herculean
This world has degraded to being seen as an evil one
Here, one is meant to be cautious
For one could die in ways so unpredictable

Tolerance and acceptance does be needed
Such in the future generations need to be fed
Irrespective of the ravages of wars which did happen in the past
A past, which does and shall never, ever last!

Forgiveness needs to be there in everyone's heart
Else Earth will have to cling on to its doomed fate
Why, forgiveness and the feeling of un-attachment
Un-attachment for a world meant to be for us, evil's bait!

More wars would simply bring about massive death tolls
Shall remain then, smiling stupidly faced with their loneliness
Those who were filled with so much distress
As to want to selfishly make of this haven, a place so foul

But pray, maybe to achieve all that, we would need the help of the Fairy
The one mentioned in all fairy tales
The one made of goodness, the one with a pure heart, the one so pretty
The one who would cry to see the world's many ails

To bring change to the world, yes, we should find her
She shall bring a change to Man's destructive temper
And shall reign on Earth, humans, peaceful, once more
Shall even then open to the people of Earth, paradise's real door!

23 July 2016
Form: Rhyme

a mystery

a mystery 

Dumb. criminal and vulgar
Also courageous, we ask ourselves
Why did we find him heroic
when nearly shot
Almost killed by a young man
We are told nothing about
Political killings happen too often 
Perhaps re-selection is
That brings us to another murder
that of Charlie Kirk
Something does not add up
The young man accused of the killing
perhaps did not
Those investigating the murder
are confused
Is there another killer on the loose
If so, we are not informed 
We can speculate 
Once he was an Israeli asset, until
He woke up asking questions
The answers he got  were discouraging
They had told him he was property
and do as told
His angry protest got him killed
a female name props up
A moment of glory in the spotlight
Did she know Charles was
doomed
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Mother may I

It’s true my timing is always off.
I clutch onto my pains and waste my days away
dressing every word with malice and rage.
I’ve chewed off my tongue in an attempt to soften myself. 

When I look in the mirror for too long, I see you staring back at me.
are you proud of me? 
I have your eyes
your teeth
your ability to stick around unkind men. 
All I’ve ever wanted was to be exactly like you.
Now that just feels so redundant and childish.

 Every thought feels heavy.
The gluttonous guilt growing inside of me. 
 Can you understand the worries I’ve placed across my shoulders?
a self-made sacrificial lamb. 

Mother, do you think it’s true? 
That daughters are bittersweet reminders of what could have been?
a reflection of an alternative ending
Or a fatal exception
An infinite loop doomed to repeat?

Premium Member Oracles of Oblivion

Absent any arrogant disdain and curses 
O where are the oracles of oblivion?
Were they transformed into scattering electrons, 
Doomed to roam a panoply of multiverses? 

Will black holes pull such souls into witless demise,
In a penumbral, mindless quantum destiny?
If they placed their life bets for an eternal prize,
What a paltry payout to win for eternity!

Among all those who faithfully opt to believe,
Rejecting lifeless prophecies as do deceive,
They fare far better, oblivion or multiverse - 
True faith knows oblivion is a devil’s curse.

Mephistopheles' paradise is wormy blaze; 
Spurning devil’s delights, offers heavenly days.
Form: Rhyme

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