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Eternal buzz of voices, heard by the wind
Stilling the music of yesterday,
Reassuring the soul has a friend
Breathless music of hers and his, in amazing
Stories, poetry and senses, embracing
Kissing away the melancholic wounds, feelings
Dazed by the night who is no substitute
Inspiring colors, in whispers of light
Softly flow from yesterday throughout paradise,
Rising in blending wishes for grace and ghostlike
Psalms, blessings remembered by the fall,
When wind feels like a promise of what is meant
By gentle and honest, gratitude’s permission
To erase the past with its heavy grasp,
Warming by the fires of wonder found when
One heart discovers the meaning of a kiss…
Is it the river of feelings, flowing, knowing
That wind through the spirit,
Awakening the music of a passion, sensations
Alluring, assuring, enthusiastic as trust
Washing the heart in grace, and feeding the feelings
Like faith who is absorbed by the way
Hearts heal when God’s love stills the spirit,
Resting His calm, like a clear pool of unforgettable,
To the tune of eternal truth, easing away the shadows,
Filling the soul with sincerity, serenity, silence
In peace, two wishes find the music that sees
Through the darkness to the destiny,
Believe, just believe, and receive what God brings
When He sends His ultimate beautiful, His music
In the seeds of lasting wonder, a muse
The feelings who grow and continue on, forever
Wiping away the tears and the fears,
All the past’s melancholy and bitterness
With light that frees the spirit,
Considers what has been and leaves a watermark
Of what it means to be free… free at last,
Because, in God’s grasp, there comes a true freedom…
Free as the wind and the sea,
Free as the music that resonates
With a feeling that can only be stirred
By two who know, with God at the center
This wonder will continue on… forever and ever,
Love that causes the wind to vibrate, to babble
The words of a love song, a fire burning
Like the promise of everlasting – free as the knowing
Love knew, all along, love knew the song
Freeing those who simply blow their kisses
In rhythms of praise, just praise, praise the One
Who brings love it’s light, brings hope its sight,
Brings faith its everlasting fight…
Sing the song, it’s a love song – God is strong
God will sing along, because God’s love is never wrong!
The steps come easy
Almost hurried as I tread
The uneven trail before me
The sun is low in the sky
Distracted by the long
Angled shadows
Before me
Brought back to you
By the rushing sound
Of your breathing
Like a stony brook
I reach for you with
My eyes
My hand
I take hold of your smile
As my groping fingers
Stroke the small of you
We see in us
The other’s lust
Compelled by anticipation
Bottles clank to my side
As we descend the
Bluff above the river
You take my hand for keel
As your other is bundled
With music and quilt
We find our spot
That secret spot
Bathed by the whole day’s sun
There is shade in reach
But it’s the sun we seek
Chilled by the morning mist
As I knelt
We spread our quilt
Cornflower blue
Where clover eagerly grew
Placing my bundle at the head
Our riverside bed
Frames us like a
Masterpiece…
lit by the
Late morn sun
Hours we’ve spent
Upon wine, cheese and laughter
Drunk on smiles and lust
Have us we must
As the breathing grows
Rapid and musical
Moans of hunger
Filling the air around us
Joining the singing birds
And dancing trees
Our bodies move as one
Locked in the rhythm of all
Like pixies of spring
Undressing slowly
Taunting on the breeze
Sunlight hot upon
The angles of us
Soothing deep
Melting into the
Melting of you
Reaching over
My shoulder
Moonlight sonata
Gently echoes across the water
The music enters in
The midst of us
Tickling the ends of us
Driving our dance so smooth
We draw on our wine
Crimson and fine
And merge the delight
With a kiss
I nibble the flesh
From nape to breast
Easing scrapes with
Ministrations… soft and wet
Feel your blades
On my back
Shoulder to thigh
Tickling my eye
So naughty – take
My breath away
Kisses long and deep
Breathing passion
At the others gasp
Feel my hardness trace
Deftly the center of you
Break our embrace
Kissing a trail to
To the scent of you
Hearing our music
As I do… you offer
You to me, frantic
Wet, setting my pace
Grinding the face
That’s grinning through
Your desire
Dripping…
Off of the corners of
Of my thirst
I taste of my wine
And mix it with thine
As we taste us
Upon the Mage’s grape
Flesh quivers and begs
Girded with legs
A tempo in flux
Beethoven conducts
My bow across
Your cello
Sweet medley of
Body language refrain
Haunting and deep
With a key to the keep
Tis a trembling click
The door spasms ajar
It’s heard from afar
As the passion of the meadow screams back.
what happens in sleep,
stays in sleep, no?
you hope.
you do your best to
forget the places that
you’ve been & the
people with whom you
have done despicable
things.
you tiptoe through the
tulips, boundless & naked
sniffing, snorting, injecting,
taking in, breathing out,
licking, stroking, fighting,
resisting, surrendering,
lifting & stretching, opening,
holding, squeezing,
massaging, drifting,
imagining (within the realm
of the imagined), thinking,
tripping, delving, diving,
swimming, sucking, lapping
up everything, orgasming,
kissing, beating, oiling,
vibrating, shaking, quaking,
sticking, enveloping,
pulsating, pricking, smoking,
giggling, screaming, moaning,
cursing, cutting, abusing, losing,
bathing in the juices,
sweating with the animals,
eating with the carnivores,
bleeding with the tortured,
engaged like a prisoner,
questioned like one
ever
so
guilty,
out-killing every murderer that
you have ever dreamed to
utter the name of,
forcing them to pray to you,
forcing them to worship you,
forcing them to pleasure you,
forcing them to feed you their
own flesh,
forcing & thrusting & easing &
climaxing,
gushing & trusting---singling out
brand new
safe words---
&
you got
10 winks left
&
your eyelids start to shutter,
flick &
flutter---
you ride ride ride
with pride pride pride
your blood now 75% foreign substances in
binging &
cringing &
toking &
placing the
cid on the headband---
tying it tightly round your head,
on your knees with a guitar
that you can’t play when
awake.
you trip like you will never stop
falling & echo out the decent
with the loud fresh tunes of your
very own national anthem
being belted out by the steel strings
now being plucked & struck with
those precious digits that in the
past 30 winks, have done such
dirty, dirty things.
you’re running
and your muscles
spasm with bursting
eruptions---you shoot
& squirt your fluids
everywhere, all over
yourself---& they run down
your inner thighs and leave
you in a pool of stank &
cold sweat.
then the lightening strike of
pleasure & pain begins to
ebb.
someone is pulling the blinds
as the light comes blaring in
taking all your secret domain
away & you are a prisoner of
the real time war on freedom
that you call a life---again.
When I failed Him – I couldn’t tell Him
How dark the dread was, how painful the doubt,
How the color black fell over my feelings
And even in the light I couldn’t see the gentleness
Through the clouds, the discouragement
When I lost my hope and I just couldn’t cope
I couldn’t understand that He was still there with me,
Reassuring my heart, even in the dark – comforting
Calming, through the worry and anxiety, past
The feelings that haunted and taunted me, the fury
That seemed to echo through my mind and thoughts,
Erasing joy and filling me up with mistrust to destroy
Every promise, every dream, every feeling of grace
Beauty became a memory, fleeting and bleeding
Through the colors, hues of compassion,
Everlasting peace and surrender to the intimacy
Tenderness that trembled with faith, with
Warmth that felt like home to me, silencing my
Tears, easing my fears – stirring the music,
The mystery, the belief that stills every uneasiness
When I didn’t know how to believe and even
The elation was so far from the praise, the worship
That honored Him with my lips – yet never
Bled through the despair, the grief, the dishonesty
A heart without joy – a heart without hope
Because I had a heart that had failed to find love
In a world He came to save, a world that is lost
Amid skepticism and mistrust, among the questions
Unspoken by lips who never mouth a prayer
Lips who never remember – He is always there
He is with me – even when I fail to love and adore,
Even when I neglect prayer and praise,
Even when I disappoint Him with my bitterness
Or give Him so many reasons to give up on me –
He is with me – even when I can’t believe He is
He is with me when I don’t feel His presence there
He is with me when I can’t find a way to silence
The doubts, the confusion, the dreadful disillusions
He is with me – through every dark night of the soul,
He makes a way out of the shadows, the murky
World where I go when I feel so lost and alone
He is with me and I know – when I praise Him
With my heart and my soul, He breathes warmth
Into the shimmering from a Son who lights the world
With a fire that becomes my heart’s one desire –
This love that is His glorious gift, His grace – His peace
The blessing of His presence – forever – He is with me!
In my game of life
I play sometimes against,
and sometimes with,
Time as Other player
Playing against
seems to have bad odds of feeling like a winner,
while playing with time
feels like we both win,
at least some Time,
especially if we simultaneously stretch
our love for gaming
together
more than apart.
In my Evolution Game,
playing with and against Time as Other,
my rules emerge natural laws of healthy
and unwealthy
economic trends
and social order
and political balance
witnessed by elder spirit voices,
iconic memories of past plays
with diastatic/static
diastolic/purgative
evolving rules of vocational recreation with co-passion play.
Nutrient rules flowing through my veins
and out through rivers of arteries of positive/negative trees
deep fertile cuts and folds,
articulating primal neural streams with suboptimizing substreams,
swelling mainframe-economy with synaptic political revolutions
dispelling cooperative win-sufficiency contentment,
more sustainable midway rest from playing against
one
or more Other.
Now, in Time's anthro-game of evolving life
s/he plays sometimes against anger and fear memories,
and sometimes with love and peace future investment
with winwin outcome intent,
co-arising regeneratively healthy Anthro-Egos as EarthTribe players,
also running coincidental WinWin, WinLose, and LoseLose
comedic and strategic and tragicn
naturally emergent health functions and dis-easing pathology
with transitionally revolutionary co-incarnate bilateral form
as indigenous anthrocentric PlayNice frequencies
of EarthTribe Time.
In our love of healthy environment-winning games
we play sometimes against win/win
inside/outside communication stretching regenesis,
and sometimes with win/lose Othering
unnatural unloving death-wishes
The reverse of
strategic nutrient-nurture optimization players,
whenever and wherever we can hunt and haunt them up,
make them up as iconic gods and goddesses,
as necessary to harvest win-winnowing wealth
together
better than apart.
In this funny little evolution game,
it is wrong because impossible
to harvest winnings we have not seeded,
as individual ego players
and as a potentially EarthTribe
of team-life is for love players
and not lose/lose hate sayers.
He stills the moments, as my heart rests
Soothed, comforted, blessed
He colors my dreams, my hopes, my prayers
In springtime joy, summer beauty
Autumn’s spice and wintery delight
He balances the music of my life
Healing, easing, stirring
A breathless wind, in the shadows of the night
Where the darkness clings to the last fading of light
He whispers peace through my spirit,
Silencing my fears, mopping up my tears,
Gentling the feelings who burn through the years
Reflecting impressions that blaze like glistening stars,
Brilliant, glowing, destroying the muddled with solace
He listens when my prayers are selfless
And when they are selfish too
He is kind like the greatest love, the best gestures
As if His purpose were to settle my doubts,
Destroy my dread and make a way through the regrets
Make a way through shame, grief and fiercest distress
He knows me way better than I know myself
He sees through my wants, to my needs
Casts out the greediness for a generosity that believes
He lets me – even when my flaws are showing
So that when the time comes, He can forgive me
For all those sins and failures that keep me from growing
He sees through my strength, to the weakness
He sees past the smile, to the wounds
He sees beyond the faintest bleakness, to that spark of hope
He sees the stirrings of grace, covering my hurts
He sees the way to make everything turn out ok
He sees the me who still prays… Jesus, please help me…
When I can’t pray those powerful prayers,
The ones where my words seem suitable and sure,
The ones where my heart is poured out for His encouragement
The ones where my soul seems to just know
What to say, how to pray, come what may….
When I just can’t pray, I can still say… Jesus, please help me…
Until I can find my way, until I know the prayer to pray,
Until Your love has calmed with the faith that will remain
Because You are the reason that, whatever the season,
I know that I can sincerely say – You are the living grace,
You are the solution to my every challenge
You are the wonder within every wonderful thing.
You are the courage that leads me to take a chance.
You are the love that lives in this heart that You made!
Thank You, Jesus… for the grace, the faith that saves!
Warning, this poem is dark. It is inspired by the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.
Gather around and hear of the strange day,
When three total strangers met on that plane.
Three unlikely females eager to tell,
Of their journey through the clutches of hell.
My hands are weak but I'll try with my might,
To give you facts and get this story right.
Come along on their unexpected quest,
Learn the reasons why these females lack rest.
The first is grey-eyed, skinny, and a blonde,
And due to her boredom, she slowly yawns.
Fair of skin, but vain and vapid of heart,
She makes her profit acting in the arts.
Lacking in brains, but her beauty stands out.
She looks perfect from her stance to her pout.
Successful and severely ambitious,
Cross her, she turns rigorously viscous.
“Holly Star” people adoringly shout,
Their praises erase all her feeble doubts.
Remaining awake for days at a time,
Easing pressure with the help of a line.
She loves her job more than anything else,
But Holly feels like a doll on a shelf.
The second is plain but kind as can be,
Lacking a husband, a mother of three.
Prominent red hair, blue eyes that are lost,
Freckles dot her face, her temper a wasp.
Three screaming children are taking their toll,
Their father's absence turned their hearts to coal.
Months of a mom struggling to make ends meet,
Make her closer to admitting defeat.
Her choice of work is not quite ideal
Pleasuring men for a family meal.
Disgust, self-loathing, and hatred are there,
Under the surface, with no love to spare.
Her life is foggy and covered in rain,
She wants to put a bullet in her brain.
The last woman is always on her guard,
From an accident that left her scarred.
Twelve unbearable years have all but passed,
Since the scars on her body were then cast.
Long charcoal black hair and brilliant green eyes,
Her profession centers solely on lies.
Her absence extends weeks at a time,
To find those willing to spend on a dime.
She hides all that dope in crevices not seen,
Storing it in baggies to keep it clean.
Deceitful, perceptive, a broken saint.
Her hobby makes the whole idea quaint.
Who has she fooled? Can I even name one?
Not her daughter, but possibly her son.
I never spoke for him to leave, to follow and take my hand,
But I fear I may have, with something more powerful,
Than the sounds slipping off my tongue and through my teeth.
It may have been the way my teeth bit down on my lips,
-coloring them crimpson
Or the husky sighs that called his name through the hours of night.
It may have been the way he looked into my eyes,
- half down lids, smoldering in his gaze,
Those honey warmth a were looking into the skies and found,
-the universe instead.
The galaxy was now his to love, he had found the looking glass to heavens gardens.
I never used my words - but it may have been the way my hips swayed,
My curbs like temples to be conquered by his hands.
Oh and how I loved the way he roamed over my land,
He loved my valleys and my mountains, my river was the fountain of his youth.
I loved the way his voice purred and called me to the bedroom.
It may have been The way my fingers ran through his hair,
Teaching him that he could enjoy the things he never had,
Smooth legs curled up in his lap, soft lips drawing over his skin.
It could have been my smoothness or the smell I let drift and waft over his senses,
Or perhaps the color of my hair, it's soft curls wrapped around his finger,
Maybe it was the way my fingers kneaded the rocks from his shoulders,
-till his tension turned to sand.
Nails caressing his back, crawling to his chest to draw circles in his silk.
The way my hands smoothed over his body, easing his thoughts,
Erasing his worries, drawing the breath from his lips.
I welcomed him home with arms wrapped around his body and dancing eyes,
-my smile sparkled in the twilight.
I stroked his soul and made it quiver, showed it how to dance,
I lit a fire blazing deep inside him, halting time with my gaze,
And I could feel the crystal constellations threatening to fill the oceans with stars,
Maybe it was the way I rubbed my face against his skin,
Nuzzling his tender spots with affection, building his strength,
He read me like his favorite book, falling in love with my lines,
My letters dripping sweet from his lips, his fingers caressing down my spine.
I didn't speak the words, but my body bid him to come home.
Beyond the days of this life.Beyond the times of worry. Existence carries good & bad to it's destinations. The turmoil of the conflicts of mankind persist to enter the daily lives of humanity in the present. The grip of sin seize individual lives at unexpecting moments testing humanity's will with pure darkness. The question how could this be happening and why comes to mind when we are aware of right & wrong. For any that put good before evil it may be obvious the sinful environment has brought the test of sin to the door step once more. For any that put evil b-4 good the works of causing corruption in the land is thrilling to explore. The repercussion & pains have no names or prejudice. Explanations can be found after the acts and wisdom from lessons learned. The origin of creation is witness of all and the most competent of the purpose of creation. Settling in to the flaws of humanity accepting the fact mankind's knowledge is limited and perfection of right & wrong don't existence this day in human kind is most's rationalization to continue day to day for survival. When will truth & love pad our spirits with joy & peace premanently? The comprehension of our own emotions & feelings as we've felt of joy, love, & peace to the degree allowed by physicality is proof love without hate can be and good without evil can be. Survival instincts cause majority of humanity to live & let live. To be considerate of the next maturity or immaturity of right & wrong good & evil. Each pay the consequences of own actions. Waking up in a flawed state of being and environment is temporary. Due to death from the physical life being the fate all humanity share. Some cultures mourn, some cultures celebrate death as a blessing, some cultures practice easing the transition from life to death to the afterlife with preparation in the present.The true reality beyond days can be viewed by some as; today's reality of humanity that matters most to mankind; one day willingly or unwillingly difintely will have to be let go. Premanently in its form of physicality and what's next for the souls of humanity can be greater or worse than mankind has ever known....
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A wisdom download, divine and true,
A message from the universe to me and you,
A spark of light that illuminates the dark,
A flame of hope that ignites the heart.
Sometimes it comes as a lucid dream,
Where reality fades and visions gleam,
Or it may be a telepathic call,
Whispering secrets that enthrall.
It could be an instant knowing,
A feeling so deep, it keeps on growing,
Guiding us on our path in life,
Easing our pains and calming our strife.
These insights come from beyond our realm,
Beyond what we can see or even helm,
A divine communication, a sacred sign,
That everything is okay, everything is aligned.
There are moments when we doubt our fate,
Lost in the chaos of a world so great,
That's when the universe sends us a sign,
Reaffirming that everything will be just fine.
It may come as a feeling or a hunch,
A little nudge that calms the soul's crunch,
A beacon of hope, a sign to press on,
A message from the universe that we belong.
The universe's wisdom is not for the few,
It's gift for all, for me and for you,
If we are open and our hearts are light,
We can receive its guidance day or night.
Take a moment to close your eyes and breathe,
Focus on being aware and then perceive,
What the universe wants to impart today,
Its wisdom is there always and on display.
Life is beautiful, and sometimes scary too,
But always remember that the universe is true,
Its lessons guiding us through joy or strife,
Making sense of meaning and purpose of our life.
So, in the moments when you need direction,
Look to the universe for its profound attention,
Find comfort in its whispers and its touch,
Allowing its wisdom to help you so much.
These insights may come in ways quite small,
But their message is significant to us all,
For they illuminate our path and ease our fears,
Guiding us towards a life that's full of cheers.
So stay open, receptive, and trust the flow,
Believing in the universe and let its wisdom grow,
For together you will journey, through the highs and lows,
Creating a life in which peace and joy truly flows.