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In the Center
is where I shall keep my Lord
seeking upon Him first
for He knows the answers
and creates everyday
for nothing comes as a surprise
If tomorrow shall come
The Lord will already be there to guide
as the light of the day
To start in the center of thy Heart
allowing change to take place
from what once was made of stone
to be cleansed by the blood
creating a new beginning
nothing I have done deserves this
but by His grace
one can be set free from this world of slavery
to take notice
of all the pain came from being
separated from the Lord
not knowing of the Love
He endured for me
To keep the Lord in the center
is where we shall meet
to be surrounded
with new body armor
protecting the overflow of the heart
pouring through thy bones
In hope of placing a seed
Into another center
Where the Lord shall produce
Many people wondered why she was captivated by the sky.
They asked her what the point was in looking for answers in the stars,
Why it seemed that the moon was always good company.
She told them about people.
She said people are bad listeners
The moon, however, never doubted her opinions,
And she felt she never had to prove herself worthy of open ears,
To her, every star was a new beginning, a life, a story waiting to be heard.
So she listened.
It was while looking up at the night sky, she solved all of her problems.
She wanted love, and only that.
She just needed someone to see her the way she saw the stars,
Someone to be her moon,
But also stick around to be her sun.
But, since that was merely a dream,
She spent every night reciting poetry to the sky,
Hoping, praying, that someday someone would be there to listen.
December
It's the last month of the year
This year took me by surprise
Never thought that this year
My mom would have died
Lord knows I've cried
Lord knows I've prayed
Lord knows I'm thankful
For the years he gave
She was with us 30+ years
Forever in our hearts
Your legacy will live on
We will keep your name alive
We will thrive ??
December is a new start
December things can change
I've decided to turn my pain
Into smiles
I'm super blessed
I promise in December
I will not be stressed ??
I will give it my best
This month is an opportunity
This month is for growth ??
This month is for blessings left unspoke
This month is for visions that turn into reality
This month is for you
And definitely for me
This month is for miracles
Wait, watch, and you will see
Lord, I thank you
Lord, I praise you
When I think of my life
And where I could have been
If you wouldn't have never washed away my sins,
December is for new beginning and new winnings
Yes
December is for passing all test
December is for telling my story
In the midst of my tears ??
I still give him Glory
December just started
I am ready
To be led by thee
Walk in his word
Do what he needs in order for me to succeed
To My family and friends
Keep your head up and chin
We are king and queens
Destined to win ??
As we end this year
One thing I know
Is that God
Is always in control
Written by Concetta Hardnett
12/1/2024
The Melody of Light in the Crystal Heart
Hidden behind the veil of reality lies the crystal heart,
facing storms but never defeated by their black waves,
pain arrives like waves that crash over it always,
but unseen love is always there to caress it with silent light.
In a nameless realm above us floating in heavy air,
the melody of light sings dancing in harmony with itself paradoxically,
this heart beats between the ephemeral and eternal that merge within it,
conscious of its ephemeral existence in history that erases it always.
Awaiting the moment when all feelings unite into one single,
where the body of light and the true crystal heart merge,
perfection is not the end but a new beginning that begins always,
in a superior realm where everything is pure and sincere and false and true.
With each beat the crystal heart whispers words of light,
reminding us of the invisible but eternal love that pierces us,
with each breath with each step love is engraved in crystal,
in the light that never fades in the true living heart.
The veil of reality hides the heart that beats between ephemeral and eternal,
storms strike it but it remains undefeated in the nameless realm,
the melody of light dances in harmony with the waves of pain that caress it,
the body of light merges with the crystal where perfection begins.
Unseen but eternal love whispers with each beat of the heart,
engraved in breaths and in steps in the light that never fades,
where everything is pure and sincere in a superior realm that floats below,
the crystal heart beats conscious of its own ephemeral eternal existence.
The beginning of another Summer means the end of another Spring
and I wonder as with all transitions what this new beginning will bring…
And it makes me think about beginnings and endings
will this new beginning bring us joy…or strife
and it makes me wonder how beginnings and endings
fit into a life.
Life is a series of beginnings and endings
they loom in the shadows like silhouettes
Every birth has a death, every start has its finish,
every sunrise…its sunset
And though it’s true we experience beginning and endings
wherever we go and in whatever we choose to do
most of our life is spent in the middle
living between the two.
Certainly every beginning is important
as are the times we bid adieu
but isn’t it in the middles of our life
where most of our dreams come true?
So the next time you think about a beginning…
or an ending
take a moment
close your eyes…
and remember all that happened in between…
in the middle…
where our happiness lies…
I don't want to remember anything
When it began
Or when it ended
Left silently in the comfort of my cave
No answers to the questions
Of how and why
can remember anything
Am I well
Or am I Ill
Locked in my mind
A chance to be free
Prisoner of will
I wont let me be
The song keeps playing in my head
The cars, drive
The slow fade
Slow pain
Resort living
This padded room
Can't hurt my self
This hand of doom
One week ago
I was somewhat normal
The fact that I
Felt comfortable in the pouring rain
Then you left without a trace
Without a warning
Like the tornado running through
It does not end
I tried to look for a new beginning
But everything I saw was you
The medication
Creates this new kind of dimension
Your Image is just broken
glass on the floor
And there I try to fix it all
And this that's left cuts deep and thorough
In a vision I can hear you calling me
A voice that calls me near
It says "put it to your temple, freedom comes from the release of your pain"
Once too I hung on the brink
listening to the melancholy cry of seagulls,
their white bodies strewn out like prayer flags,
tiny on the surface of the sea.
Wishing I could cast all of life's pain away,
a heavy shipment of regrets and shattered promises,
let it all sail far away.
In a desolate harbour enlightened only by the moon,
a lone shadow casts itself onto the weed-strewn pavement.
Feet itching to move but the brain with no destination to speak of.
Flee to the sea or hide at home?
Once too I stood on that abyss,
always wondering about the end
yet never of creating a new beginning.
Poets question why our heart aches,
pessimists say we've long forgotten our dreams,
I ask why I wake up every morning.
Until you made me understand.
Your smile, ethereal beams of light,
breaking through the morning frost of night.
Your voice, a beckoning bell.
Like a child, learning how to walk,
I stumble and crawl away from the darkness.
You called upon happiness from the depths of my heart
where I didn't know it could ever exist.
Softly,
Arrives illumination of day,
Exposing morning's dew.
As a cancer survivor,
Each day portends a new beginning;
So how could it not be a great day,
For I'm alive!
Alive, without complications,
Aside from one recurring cloud,
Which must be frequently ushered from thought,
And back into the dormancy of my psyche.
For thirty-two, years,
Doubt, has been foreign, self pity, non existent.
As for questions of why my existence,
This much I know, God, has not overlooked me.
I see only insignificant accomplishments,
While God, fathoms what I will yet do.
Possibly a thought yet unpinned
For one individual's contemplation.
My life's folio, it's true,
Others could have surpassed,
Still, I am honored,
That God has selected me for His quill.
Blossoms of dying leaves trees changing colors from Green the multi shades of red yellow orange means;
Disposal rose of the urban underdeveloped there's a school bus running over there earthen chuck holes;
Bullseye a clown's nose in the middle of his face is a red ball protruding between his cheeks above his mouth;
An Olive Branch a peace offering whether a Vulture and the Sparrow can feet aligned legs vertical together they stand side by side;
Vulturul despairing negative changes;
Environmental destiny death;
Now celebrating creating the new birth;
These are the beginning at the end of a new beginning
11/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I am coming to see you dear, I have no time to spear, I am coming out of the shadows of doubt to find out what this thing is about, I want to experience a brand new tomorrow and leave the darkness behind me as I journey towards the pinnacle of hope to fulfill my destined journey.
The sun has dried the moisture out of the clouds and summer is on the run, the birds are going east, west, north and south and the wilderness with its forward premonition is lock with time near the ocean of the divine, while autumn waits patiently under the bush for the perfect time to cook.
The guests are pouring into the town and there is preparation all around, the kitchen staffs are running in and out with trays loaded with fresh baked cakes and bread, they arrange them neatly on tables in the halls and hungry people are getting ready for a ball.
It’s is more than a treat for the hungry people roaming the street; there is lots of food around so excises some manners before you go inside, don’t eat more than you can manage and don’t be a glutton you will have more the next day and what is there is just for today.
I am coming out of this town and shake the entire demon to the ground. I have broken the ropes and chain and flush the portion down the drain.
I have pulled up the whist from around the plants and prepare the land to make a brand-new start, the bad energy is exorcised from the property and the bitterness they throw into the gate is sent running down the lane.
The bad men have left the town and summer is walking around. The heat is rising and the country girls are singing, they are getting ready for a brand new beginning.
I am locked up in a strange place and I am sandwich between the walls and the gate, the brazen sun is approaching the hill and my heart is singing a strange rhythm and I want you to listen in.
My heart is connected to the ground listening to the melody of a familiar sound but time continues to move around to defeat the origin of that dreadful sound.
I have evolved.