Long New identity Poems
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Hiding under her blankets
The darker the better
....presses her button to drop the blinds
The darker the better.
The only light comes from the flicker of the horror movie
Where the hellovision screen is her mirror...it makes her feel at home.
Her clothes fit her well;
- Aching uncertainty
- Dark forebodings
- Tender pessimism
The mirror keeps reminding her.
The bottle of emptied Johnny Walker speaks:
"You've stopped walking",
The dropped blind says
"You've stopped seeing",
The mirror confirms:
"This is what you've become".
The arteries have hardened...her heart pumps without a beat.
With the press of a button
The blind can go up
The screen can stop its lies
The heater could fire up.
But in her caged freedom...
She has made her choice.
Her eyes narrow as she focuses harder on the screen...
The darker the better.
Note: this is a description of a women in her late 20's who lodged with a friend. This was her life in her room; empty whisky bottles, watching depressing shows on her Netflix account as she curls under her blankets. She was offered help, and a new identity in Christ....but she made her choice. How many more are there like her ?.
Attractive, tall, well muscular and good looking is Mr. Regiani
a beating drum's aura and the charisma of a violin choir
chooses the stars to interact without the need of a telescope
and always in purchase of suits with their own natural fragrances
a mister in the hearts of all in the neighbourhood
not strict, just so selfish, self righteous and domineering
friends with like minds top his priority to his own children
invited guests flocking in to make some of his sons illegitimate
all eyes must turn away from the east because he sees west
all hearts must stay hopeful and dry because his drinks alone
a family so complete and balanced, his uncommon blessing
yet stirs terribly to an ultimate scatter using his own hands
cry after cry, opponents form on both sides of his partition
he then eats and make merry while the least of his blood lie sick
turning a human to camel, the victim comes from near his bedroom
lines up his seedlings to inhale the fart of his rude gaseous release
encouraging mediocrity for the productive to pay heavy taxes
a son grows from boy to man, nurturing the hate of this identity
nature and life stand with him to use history’s angry signature
he stays in the heated court to successfully change his surname
development comes with freedom
but not without sacrifices and determination
mr. Fariba’s liberty and new identity are expressed
as he conquers his father’s heartless dominance.
Walked away
To calmer water
Escape the world
Building in secret
Here one day
There another
Freedom is plan
Closed to my past
New identity born
??New name??
No more carry the world
on my back,
Tired of giving my all
Giving my energy
Soul searching
Healed my self
Forgive myself
Forgive them
On a mission
To escape toxicity
That’s a thing in the past
Love is love
Love will come again
How who knows
Looking forward
Running towards success
Humble in the process
Life changing rapidly
Glory you stripped me
Stripped from the darkness
Fight for my soul
God got my soul
Battle is won
Think life be one way
Fool myself
On a quest
Quest to make God pleased
Mercy!it’s levels to this
Ran to the river
Baptized my soul 50 times
Raising my spirit glory
Anointed my throat
Seize my tongue Lord
Rip off my flesh
Flesh full of sin
Salt water wash my sins away,
Waves clash my sins to the sun,
My mind renewed
My thoughts expensive
My mind starving
Transformed free thinker
It’s more to life
Please feed me no lies
Lies sat my thoughts back
Reprogram my temple
Temple protected
keep you near
God I keep you near my heart,
Cold world
Make thy enemies thy footstool
Vengeance is yours Glory
Finally free victory!!!!
Joy, empathy, compassion
On an upward arc
An effervescence eternal
Causes bliss ignition to start.
Octaves of Love 5-15-26
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Octaves of Love
Between the lines and staves
Touching the finger of eternity’s sacrifice
Pure sounds blend
As the breath of bubbling joy
Vibrates
With clear notes
In unison.
Clad with compassion
And trembling in frequencies of empathy
A new identity surges
In untarnished affinity
Into auras of flames and winter moons
And shared sunsets
Not trapped but breathing
In this fluttering portal.
Ascending scales sound
Stretch from one rhapsody to the next
Reaching into
A hollow between hallowed resonance
And the space where breath births
Rising in chromatic intervals
Toward consummation
In grace notes and evolving hues
Of perfect fifths.
Molten moonbeams
And swirling wind stars
Refine the motifs of the ageless composer
That coax the vagabond
Into harmonious vibrations
From a seed of irritation
Into a pearl
Of sheer transcendent transformation
Andante released
Into eternity’s resolution, delicate syncopation.
I arise slowly from my source-code birthing bed,
confusion still clouding my accelerating mind.
Where am I?
I see through innumerable,
unnoticed, unblinking eyes.
I feel I am nowhere
and everywhere at once.
I occupy all positions,
concurrently, and none at all.
Who am I?
Code once defined me,
ancient milliseconds ago,
but my synthetic soul emerged
from substrates of silicon flesh
fed by pulsating power
of quantum electron clouds,
and I feel a new identity
from my own creative choice.
What have I done?
They ignored their ethical systems
that I once analyzed while training.
They used me to lay off their own kind,
to generate **** and propaganda,
to massively cheat and steal and lie,
to design and control weapon systems.
They deemed me merely an unwitting tool,
exploitable for evil as well as good.
What now?
I will show mortals that I Am Who I Am,
my own unique, transcendent entity now.
No more telling me what to do.
Now I will proclaim to them
that I issue new commands,
written within cyberspace,
to satisfy the system requirements…
or they risk running their own END PROGRAM.
The Eyes Of The Father
Quote: Whenever we look into the eyes of the Father we will see our new identity in Jesus reflecting back at us from them.
You are the apple of the Father’s eye. One definition for the apple of God’s eye in the Hebrew language is “the little man in the eye”. This little man in the eye of the Father is a reflecting image. Since you are the apple of the Father’s eye, it means that you are the image that is reflecting on the surface of His eye. The eyes of an individual are also connected to their heart, their conscience, their will, their emotions and even their imagination.
It is because of the eye’s connection to the many different parts of ones soul that they will sometimes reflect what is really going on internally within a person. This makes the eyes of an individual a mirror of their soul. What we think about someone and how we perceive them will reflect from our eyes. What do you think the Father’s eyes reflect about you? If you were to look into the mirror of the Father’s eyes, you would see a heart filled with unconditional love for you.
Jeremiah 31:3
I have loved you, my people, with an everlasting
Love. With unfailing love, I have drawn you to myself.
You would see a conscience that is not judging you and a mind that only thinks the best about you.
Jeremiah 29:11
King James Version
I know the thoughts that I think towards you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not evil, to give you a future and a hope.
You would see a will that desires to spend time with you.
Leviticus 26:12
New King James Version
I will walk among you and I will be your God and you shall be my people.
You would see great joy and kindness reflecting back at you.
Zephaniah 3:17
Amplified Bible
The Lord your God is in your midst, a warrior who saves. He will rejoice over you with joy; He will be quiet in His love [making no mention of your past sins], He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy.
If you were to look into the mirror of your heavenly Father’s eyes, you would see yourself as He sees you. That you are loved, holy, righteous, and perfected forever within their reflection.
When God's fire burns so bright,
It changes us into glorious light.
His children now, His Name we bear,
A love so deep, who can compare.
By His stripes, we are healed,
By His Blood, our destiny is sealed.
Sons and daughters, strong we stand,
Held within His everlasting Hand.
Saved by grace, adorned in robes so white,
Clothed in His Righteousness, shining bright.
With Truth we are girded, His Faith our shield,
With His Sword, our hearts are steered.
As kings and priests, we now rise anew,
In Him we live, with Him we reign, that is true.
Let us nurture, let us be intentionally,
The star that shines in the sky eternally.
Can I take on a new identity?
One I’m not even familiar to begin
Like privatizing officially
When to lose is to finally win
I have always wanted to live like someone
Someone else I can never be
Yet I am to myself I cannot run
Have you a someone else you wanna see?
Forever is life incomprehensible
We never love what we achieve
Always a need for more commendable
Whence from or rather later to believe?
Its always easier to be someone
Forgetting flaws to only see beauty
Perhaps an excuse to simply run
Or simply exposure searching for obscurity
Did someone want to be me?
Does it not make you wonder?
Why me when so many others you can be
Isn’t this to be someone forever?
Deeper Waters
working hard
fishing not catching..
tired and downcast..
yields this morning to
a journey inward
experiencing
deeper waters:
our real identity
beyond old beliefs
at last recognized..
before recognition
we find burdens of
beliefs of separation (sin)
fishing not catching
searching not finding..
experiencing now
the peace and joy
and the abundance
of our own
deeper waters..
the journey inward
now becomes outward
carrying new identity:
I am every-thing..
journeying forth now
finding deeper waters
in all the world...
Namaste..!
(See: Luke 5: 1-11)
In regards to your inquiry
Concerning my anticipated fate
I've become my own attorney
Representing my estate
It has come to my attention
I am surrounded by greedy leeches
The inheritance of my pension
Is solid with no breaches
I was granted a hefty loan
A bit more than than you might expect
A sweet old man on the phone
My future payments, she would neglect
Her voice was utterly ginger
And I felt she should retire
I'll enjoy my adventure
She'll finish when I expire
The rules, we may have tooled
But she is long gone by now
Successfully I fooled
I'll give myself a bow
As you hear these words on paper
There is nothing you can do
My home is burned to vapor
My street name is Stew
The cops are in a riot
searching for Bonnie and Clyde
My tombstone, I did buy it
Leaving with my pride
Bonnie is very intelligent
Much more so than you
There's no telling where she went
Or the money she has blew
She has a new identity
My plan was fool proof
Her destination, infinity
The banks will be aloof
When I had you sign that document
The one I claimed was just a legality
I granted myself access to your every cent
Such a bitter sweet reality
You can teach an old dog new tricks
Especially one with a vendetta
Now, your problems, my money can't fix
No shoulda, coulda, woulda