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but all things are possible in the vastness of forever
a collective consciousness does exists and compared to us they are clever
our physical world is nothing more than the thoughts we manifest
as the laws of the physical world put our minds to the test
it may seem impossible to think up all this mess
but unlock true inspiration and you will find the minds treasure chest
a wall a rock can hold a pattern of thought
but it evades comprehension refusing to be caught
energy is everything and everything is energy
the law of "like attracts like" via magnetically
we all contribute to the greater collective mind
and when thoughts attract thoughts reality is defined
this dimension in which we operate is only one of many
but our reality is manipulated if we accept the lies of any
the collective consciousness can be controlled through manipulation and deception
but only if you allow the collective force the power of inception
we fight a battle that we do not understand
for this is simply not a battle of man vs man
this battle is fought upon a vast cosmic scale
and men in all his ignorance is truly groomed to fail
history repeats itself yet we never seem to learn
because once again our time in history is awaiting to take its turn
we are no more than misguided mice in a maze
humans with our own idealogies trapped behind a phase
yet we are all part of a multidimensional consciousness we call God and creation
somehow locked in ignorance controlled through manipulation
but home is eternity and existence is immortal
be not afraid of the universe as you walk through the portal
Alas I fear, we part again.
Time won’t still, for you my friend.
Tender thoughts, refuse to help.
Scars we bare, in dreams are felt.
Time does pass, how long or when?
To meet, to see, to hold you then.
Distance is a hateful fact.
Cruel enough, to force this act.
But do not weep, for when I leave,
Our next encounter bittersweet.
Lonely feelings hold no use,
Cast aside its awful truths.
To miss, to grieve, your company pass.
Clog’s the soul, a dirty task.
Happy hope our best disguise,
Relinquish when I next arrive.
I’ll seek you out, unconscious mind.
Hold you there, a treasured find.
My biggest demon, shows no care,
Your absence long, I have to bear.
Hunger deepens, Starts to gnaw.
Forbidden touch, wanting more…
The holes you leave, your presence gone,
Kills emotions one by one.
Come to me, remove this loss,
Misguided will, to big a cost.
It dissipates in single touch,
Kiss me now, it hurts too much.
The darkness thick, it’s moving in…
It seeps down deep, on frosty skin.
Time is lost, no measure left.
Come to me in my bereft.
Sleepy movements, tough to see,
Next one leaves, an arm on me.
Mewling noises, I am robbed,
Rouse me into wakeful sob’s.
Strong arms grip, their hold is tight.
Sheltered from my sudden plight.
Lover’s whispers, soothing touch.
Understanding starts to rush…
Never had, you left my side,
But in slumber, soul still cries.
My love for you, is so intense,
My mind revolts and looses sense.
I fear it will, forever more.
Imbedded deep, my centre core.
Cope I can, in times like these,
If when I wake, it’s you it sees.
Form:
There is a little land that's built on sand in the Middle East
To listen to the world complain, you'd think it was a beast
Yet it's more diverse, and dynamic, than the USA
100+ countries immigrants' flourish there today
As for democracy, why there's nothing to compare
Fully 20 parties over there vie for electoral shares
Freedom of--not from--religion is absolutely guaranteed
And no one's made to recite a pledge
To a flag he can't believe
Minorities ARE protected there; they make a real impact
Arab statesman constitute 10% of Parliament, in fact...
By now you've surely guessed the country that I've yet to name
For to even say the word today can get you killed or maimed
But eventually the truth will out, as it always does:
Those who bang the drums today for tiny Israel's death
Will come tomorrow to recant their misguided shibboleths
When night falls and stumbles into slumber
reshuffles memories and tumbles crumbles
minds and mines of coal dust into icing sugar
it transposes trifle tribulations and awakens
Where evening stars and creatures of the dark
mix and mingle myriads of constellations shine
lunar aspirations convert converse in quiet sleep
they silently expose fake impositions of delusion
Why and how and for what reason a cruel world
in guise of rationalised temptation in quite some cheek
and bum and bottom line prescription untangles in
the solace soul and solar comfort of caress eludes
We may be well advised to choose between and
well beyond advancing torturous flagellation of
fool’s false impression misguided paradox reality and
walking sleep catching dream latching over and above
When evening mist and dusk beholds no further
prison walls of misconception’s assault on sanity
imprints no further coffin nails on human nature
the radiant twilight unfolds to tell the story yet again
08th February 2017
L iving
I n
F ear
E verywhere
Just as we live and just as we die
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves
We are the players
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise
Of war, famine and greed
We do rise
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills
And continue to improve the technology, the precision
The assurance of absolute destruction
Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier
Survival
The career choice of many
A thriving business with prestige and power
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush
So young, so fragile
Blood is running in the streets
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth
Falling, one after the other
So far from the truth
S hocked
A ngry
D epressed
What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ?
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves
Stealing each others dreams
Each others families
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ?
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival
G ive
U s
N o
S anity
All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere
Eric (and sometimes not)
Many schools consist of religious fools
Arrogant teachers and misguided ambition
With 23 years of teaching experience
My transaction reflects five rules
Rule 1
Your colleagues are not your friends
They will turn on you from time to time
Rule 2
Watch for hypocrites
There are those who claim holiness
But are filthy inside
Rule 3
There are those who judge everybody
Because they have given up on their own dreams
Rule 4
Teachers will hate you
When your dream is bigger than theirs
Rule 5
Those that judge learners based on their skin colour
And their religious preference
That is eternal fire
Many schools consist of religious fools
Arrogant teachers and misguided ambition
With 23 years of teaching experience
My transaction reflects five rules
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Harm Of Will
To be disturbed by the wake of night
Only too tired to actually know how to feel
Yet dreams awoke for not my sight
So serene perhaps, to understand its real
A story once began, shall never end
Distinct was a memory to remember, to once again believe
And a time indeed, of it to be stolen from this one man
Must an afterlife be a living dream to no longer achieve?
And I refused to admit to this vision I’ve seen
Yet can I be stubborn still, for I’m afterall mystified
Simply I knew it isn’t just an ordinary dream
To realize the warrior being me, did in fact had died
Then came the unholy Askance to assure its all true
Certainly as becoming, the befallen angel Ei-rian, intrude as well
And having lived a life, known to none least the few
I’ll say life is but a dream mirrored reality no others beheld
For the longest while, I know I’m dying from within
Is the Angel of dreams watching over me?
Death smiles while the devil sings
Living a forgotten past, knowing a love is never to be
A demon who speaks, an angel who sighs
Both seeing me as a warrior I never knew I am
Walking a lonely soul where untouched memories denies
Towards a harm of will, as black as any shadow to a man
{Thirteen was a chime heard from the deepest of mind
What once was darkness, was now but lights there shine
The lyrical aria once again voice the children’s cries of agony
Thundering ever louder then before, their unwanted misery
And just as the overpowering chanting had began
Came was then the moment of tranquility when all became calm
His wings, rooted with trails of gold reflects upon his skin of scales
As he emerge finally with an awaited command at his will
Then at the raise of his masculine hand, the children vanish
All that was left, was but me staring at the very greenness of his iris}
“Welcome once again, Knight of the Word
So long yet soon enough is my words to be heard
The past you knew not to live within is perhaps inevitable
Yet to remember to believe, neither is it totally impossible
Visions from time to time one sees, is when one believe
Reality is the only reason you are blinded from to perceive
A mind chooses to follow where one can hear or touch
Simply to a misguided judgment when a feel is just as such
Scarlet dreams burn through my thoughts
Whispering soft sensations of compassion
Soothing my heart with feelings of hope
Coloring my ideas with hues of inspiration
Belief in the moments filled with gentle
Appreciation for all that God has given me
Azure breathes of truth that promises to
Sigh through my memories to complete
Prayers that I’ve been praying throughout
History, intimately, intently, endlessly
With a sense of assurance that all will be
Blessed by the One who is eternally with me
Emerald seas purify my heart’s embrace,
Caressing me with pledges of sure faith
Vowing to bring me wisdom and strength
Securing the genuine aspiration that lives
And flows from my veins, bleeding heartfelt
Reveries of lasting feelings that feed grace
Amber sunsets brighten the dusk skies
Capturing melancholy on winds of insight
Shading the moon with flavors of life’s joy
Imagining devotions that will always provide
A sense of purpose and fidelity to the heart
Wise sparks that fire gratitude’s warmth
Lilac laces its way through the stars and moon
Quivering with delight, precious charms inside
Which move through the naked skin to entice
Gentle pleasures within, waves of confidence
Flowing through the layers of silky vibrations
Entwined with a dance of praise to the Deity
Gold gladdens the weary heart with music
Notes imprisoned in the breath of nightfall
Living on the edge of tomorrow and misting
The mountain ridges with sweetest pleasures
Silence beckoning throughout the murmuring
Sound of a melody satisfying the hungry spirit
Silvery threads of brilliant light blushing with
Clouds of mystery which intends to plead innocent
To the charges of worry that have gripped the soul
With endless pain and sorrow, misguided doubts
That leave the mind looking for the answers
Praying for the second chances God grants us
Clear, flawless rumors of angels watching over
The one who fears or regrets the past mistakes
Keeping the gospel within reach of the one who
Knows the answers are there in the prayers that
Speak to the Creator with worship and praise
Adoration that honors the One who formed us, the clay!
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August 18, 2020
He Choose to Grow Weak
Could you help me understand the complexities of our actions? When joy fills our hearts, we radiate positivity, but when sadness washes over us, it feels like an ache that permeates our very being (Proverb 17:22).
How can we support you if we remain in the dark about your feelings? You often bury your emotions deep within, creating a pressure cooker of unresolved thoughts and pain. In those shadows, you find yourself hiding away, tears spilling down your cheeks. Why did you choose to stay trapped in that desolate, lonely space? Remember, reaching out for help is not a sign of failure; it is a brave step toward healing.
Life resembles a resilient tree, swaying gracefully when the winds are gentle, yet vulnerable when fierce gusts challenge its strength. Why did you hesitate to step into the light from that somber, solitary existence? Like a tall, proud tree that can snap under overwhelming force, you, too, risk breaking under the weight of isolation.
Recognize that asking for help isn’t a trick or a sign of weakness. Carrying the burden alone is a choice that ultimately leads to a gradual decline in strength. Once again, you may feel like a small child, uncertain and timid. You declare, “Mommy, I am a big boy now. I can do everything by myself.” But in that misguided belief, darkness thickens, and the innocent are caught in the turmoil of your struggle.
Forget what you have never known
You have not witnessed the hidden lights within my eyes
Nor have you cared whether I have lived or died
You haven't walked upon my fields
Nor ran your hands through my grasses.
You have not basked in the morning smile of my sun
Nor been fed by the countenance of me
Nor explored my rivers, nor my valleys
Nor been drowned in my words
By the Siren songs that I have sung.
I am every woman and I am no woman
If you reach out to touch me, I will not be there
I am as concrete as a breath of moistened air
I am the shadows that in the morning disappear
That run to hide from Night's despair.
Do you think that you can know me?
I am the deepest and darkest reaches of the universe
Places that have not yet been discovered nor explored
How can you think to know me?
You have no idea what you are looking for.
When I look into life's mirror, I see an apparition of myself
I see the idea of who it is and what it is
That humanity have identified and portrayed as me.
I see a hollow shell, an empty vessel, a mannequin
That love has neither commanded nor possessed.
Blood red trails behind me
I leave my wounded in my stead
Those who would believe that two could become one
I leave them broken and alone
Solitary misguided believers with their views.
I shun what I most desire
To wake to the beating heart of that one
One whose emptiness could fill me
But that effort has been overcome
And I desire to try no more.
(January 23, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved