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Near
How glad I am to feel you near,
to have you as a friend of common Faith.
To open up my heart to one not too afraid to look,
or too displeased to care.
But one who peers with interest rapt into the center of my soul.
How pleasant here to feel your voice role over me like the sea,
bright and fresh as a summer afternoon.
Whose thoughts draw my anxious eyes like a rainbow in the sky.
Oh, the joy earned to gaze into a mind so pure,
a model of the Holy life next to me as in the war.
Or just to rest in silence savoring our taste of the day.
Oh, to sit so close to one who knows my inner thoughts,
and chooses still my side.
Now to share that clean, unselfish, flame of nearer inner bonds,
the soft embrace of hearts who truly care.
Should I just relent and do it
Spin my verses on the pages
Like I ultimately know it?
A sage of truth and ages
Will my words align to show it?
Should I muse with introspection
On the mad kaleidoscope
And the altered misconceptions
Of the oft-repeated tropes
Which apply to our condition?
Do I dare to be a mouthpiece?
Make a statement universal?
Plant with care the soldiering seeds
In marching rows and intervals
To range and bloom in open fields,
Or blaze intrepid, fiery thoughts
With fundamental words of proof
That speak of beauty never lost
In elemental shades of truth
Which serve to lift the lonely heart
What will it take to do it
Capture such a mighty thing
Seize the substance of the spirit
Make the bell of it to ring
And align my verses to it?
Should I boldly go and do it
Muster out my inner thoughts?
Is it time for me to show up
Cast my likes in with the lot
And declare myself a poet?
Scarlet shadows linger in the deep recesses of the forest
Slithering snakes cautiously sliding under the leaves
Making their way toward enlightenment
A curious journey of their well-deserved solitude
Hushed silence permeates the forest
Stretching an emotional feeling of reverence
Not felt in other less sacred places
Faerie magic dances on mushroom houses
Every footstep brings me closer to my soul self
Wisdom of rocks nod softly at my inner thoughts
Guarded and protected, encircled by oak soldiers
I sit lightly, admiring the brook few have ever seen
There is such a lightness surrounding this darkness
Angels are near, and they can be felt and sometimes heard
In the whispers of the forest trees and the gurgle of the brook.
A leaf floats down gently, landing at my feet. I am delighted.
Date: 12-06-2019
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Just looking out my Window across the green fields and enjoying the wonderful scent seemly alive in the spring atmosphere the kiss of the breeze so complete.. To see with eyes me to you and what you could be may be inside the spirits wait to reflex the fight or flight my mind welcomed a peaceful people, places, and things we share with chest out boldly the creator of ourselves words and words to be accounted for a reason to explain my opinion expressed. Our inner cities' inner thoughts remain crucified with Christ Jesus, what a friend to have in the King's Book. My eyes read about the Twelve Gates and the Gates were Pearls. The street was paved with Pure Gold as transparent glass pearl and gold the Twelve Gates and Twelve Precious Stones! what a gate! Precious Stones
Jasper is a stone as far as the eyes can see the jasper reduces stress healing and rest.
Sapphire as far as the eyes can see healing gives peace as best never the less.
Chalcedony as far as the eyes could see blue or white or pink gives joy happiness inner peace the twelve gates are a mystery that is on time in the praying mind of all when all is good in the field. Emerald as far as the eyes could see Emerald gives improved communication. Sardony Stone gives protection and strength and attracts friends that be together sometime somewhere somehow someday.
Sardius when under attack it is just like Carmelia.
Chrysolyte apple green the heart security trust balance hormones even mends a broken heart
Beryl stone as far as the eyes can see hard green blue let go and find the answer look for the answer. Be the answer!
Topaz a thousand shades the throat the head overcomes the fear, a sense of confidence experience balance.. you are privileged!
Chripoprasus's green self-love acceptance playfulness connection to nature I love to see the green grass grow and watch the water flow. Jacinth purple blue many colors orange heals Amethyst pure gold pearls Twelve Gates to the City
Do you see that girl?
The one over there.
With earbuds in and curly hair.
Curly hair that no one liked.
That’s brought mild contempt a good part of her life.
Do you see that girl?
Sitting all alone,
Making strange gestures over paper, tablet, or phone.
She hides the fact that she can write and draw,
From teachers and friends. (She’d hate if they saw.)
Can you hear her hum?
Tunes happy and sad.
Just that simple action makes her heart glad.
But she struggles to sing when others can hear.
Her voice is a secret that she holds near.
She plays the piano, the clarinet too.
She’s actually proud of what she can do.
But if you ask her to show you,
She’ll do her best to say no.
Even close friends are confused. (She knows).
Sometimes she doesn’t care,
Sometimes she’s fine,
But a part of the time, that’s just the outside.
“I don’t want them to see.”
“I don’t want them to judge.”
Her inner thoughts won’t let her be.
In quite moment’s she wonders
“Did they mean what they said?”
“What did they really want?”
‘Til there’s pain in her head.
Because she’s too much a tomboy,
Her curls aren’t neat;
There’s no makeup on her face,
Or heels on her feet.
Her style is too different.
Her music all kinds.
Her interests are nerdy.
She sleeps all the time.
If she becomes quiet,
When you compliment her art.
Remember she has an anxious mind and heart.
If her hands and voice quiver,
When she sings out loud,
Just be glad you’re there in the crowd.
When she comes out of her box,
Don’t make a big scene.
Just quietly accept it,
Don’t point and scream.
Compliments are fine, but she’s going to blush.
She’ll disagree a little, but won’t tell you to shush.
She’s trying to do better.
She’s trying not to hide.
To make things the same,
Between the ins and outsides.
You know you like her “as is”,
She’ll know someday too.
Be patient with her,
And she might smile for you.
I fix on that flickering flame burning from far away.
That always seems to me as though bright stars in an array
This calls me like a mother or father calling their child.
Waving hands with love, joy, trust, hope, and confidence, compiled...
I try to walk towards that flame—that mother, that father.
Nothing that is happening around me seems to bother
Sounds, voices, noises, cries, weeping, wailing, and pain-filled screams
Disturb me, sure, though I try to avoid these as-though dreams...
Quarrels, petty fights, wars, and battles often disturb me.
In such times, it's difficult to see the flame distinctly.
This is when my inner thoughts, words, and deeds get handicapped.
The flame seems, as though, by clouds of darkness are getting wrapped...
I struggle; I struggle to find this flame shining ever
This I could realize in the fraternal endeavour:
In the embrace of each creature, and in love and service
I find the flame—father and mother—and find me at ease...
This craven beast within mans mind.
It's changing face, deceit, disguise.
He wears a mask to hide behind.
A brute with never seeing eyes.
Those inner thoughts where hatred breeds.
Spits venom out, creating lies.
A damaged soul forever bleeds.
Hate speaks it's mind, but does not know
Hostility, lifes poisoned seeds.
They live in us, yet are the foe.
All men who hate are never free
This monster prowls, its full of woe.
His cage, that blindness cannot see,
A dark satanic mortal hell,
Where acid tongue,blames liberty.
Corrosive talk it does foretell.
This craven beast within mans mind.
Will steal your soul where it could dwell
He wears a mask to hide behind.
3/ 7/ 2015.
The Whiteness
The Blackness
The woods
The meaningless words
The Lies
While we fall behind
Writing in white
On white paper
The Love
The Hate
The Screams (Hidden)
The Laughter
Things Forgotten
They don’t see
They do not care
About you
Or me
Lost in these words
Lost on these pages
Lost in the mind
Exit out of reality
Enter the unknown
See what’s not shown to you
Look Behind the scenes
These words
Written out on these pages
Were written out in stages
Pages containing rages
Pages showing stages of words
Let loose like swords
Cutting, slicing through rages
Cutting deep into the stages
Of the mind
Inner thoughts hidden
In the abyss
Of the recess
Of the cryptic
Afflicted
Cerebellum
Septic Society telling their lies
That they offer up as the truth
Toothless grins
Stiff chins
Fall into place
Or be replaced
In stages
Throughout history
Hidden in pages
Messages between the lines
Fines slowing the minds
Oh yeah
Words hidden within pages.
If you can see through these words
Let loose
See through the lines
Lost are the words
I thought to write
Ohhh how, mind fights within
Inner battles
Always amiss
Escaping bliss
Missed a kiss
This is nothingness
Writing in stages
Of music playing
Sitting on a sofa
Loafahh, mofaal
Riibbit LOL
STAGES.
D.A.P (Digital Audio Productions)
Lyricist Inc.
Written: 01/22/2022
David A. Porter
Within the dark mystery of evening,
he listens to two interchangeable discourses
One the gentle persuader, the other, life's ultimate blamer.
Troubled by these seething exchanges,
both conscious and unconscious currents resound,
As the master's inner thoughts boom,
pounding into trails of indecision
with wired quizzes on his mind.
In silence, he weighs dark and light perspectives-
question left unanswered in the din
of reflection,
and through gradual flow of spontaneous musings,
Logic nags his cerebral strains-
scientific, structured assessment of matters which do not really matter...
Somehow, amid the debate where reason pauses with the fragile voice of instinct, the heart remains silent
offering gentle hunches revealing the
wisdom born from honesty, truth...
Slowly, this inner prompting arises
as the master in quiet introspection
realizes: the mind can lie , pride is ego- based ...but the heart, can it in conscience cope with deceit?
When you believe you can feel the magic in the air
Turn your inner thoughts into actions there is no time to spare
We can create all the joy and happiness in our lives we need
Remember we can find our hopes and dreams, we just need to plant the seeds
As the director of your life, you set the scenes you wish to create
Fill each day with an endless stream of love, it's never too late
Every day you should try and make it better than the last
The key to a successful life is not to dwell on the past
If you truly believe in yourself good things will surely come your way
Visualization is the key to getting what you desire, but you must practice this every day
Fear is the number one enemy that stops us from being the person we want to be
If you do not let it rule your life positive changes will come just wait and see