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I see you
We are one
Yet we understand it not
How can this be true
When their is so much
we disagree on
so many wonder
Oh friend
Life is great
If you see how
I see you
Breath in
Breath out
To one air
All do same
colour red like a blood
All have same
Yet we disagree
Cos skin differs
In colour
Oh friend
Life is great
If you see how
I see you
I want you to see me
Like i see you
Not with a hate
Nor either with isolation
For how can life go on
If we see each other
With out
the 4rules(l.o.v.e)
Of nature
Oh friend
Life is great
If you see how
I see you
I see you need a care
I see you need a friend
I see you need a life
I see you need some connection
We all do
Oh friend
Life is great
If you see how
I see you
I see you like a God
I see you my brothers
My sisters like the best
I thought I could ever have
In life I chose to love you
All the time
Oh I wish you see
How I see you
Oh friend
Life Is great
If you see how
I see you
Oh friend
We are one to one just
Only we make life difficult
Is not your fault
Neither is it mine
But to whom that fail
To love
Just lift another
Value earth
As we all see
Together like
I see you
Oh friend
Life is great
If you see how
I see you
Why do we exist? That's a query I hear quite often
It's jocular with loved ones, according to many
For others, it's a roller coaster of swings and turns
I had never entertained such trivial notions
Yet all I had were fears they couldn't fulfill.
When precisely I ceased to hope, I fail to tell
The goal is to lead a delightful and fulfilled life
I don't step back to dwell on how split I've come
When it's time, I can bury my pain and carry on
To a family who enjoys prying into my private life
"Can you advise a person to lead a typical life?"
While having little to gaze out to, I raged to live
Actually, life has no value if not for a rushing river
Running unabatedly over the difficult terrain
I never found out how or when it escaped my grip
I am currently blind to the future of my life.
Written: June 3rd, 2023
In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an uninterrupted flow of whispers and shadows,
I awaken a prisoner in a crystal cage, built from prejudices and expectations,
And the bars are forged from the invisible threads of our cultural programming,
Which bind us like puppets in a spectacle of collective illusions.
I step on paths of clouds, through the dense fog of common consciousness,
Where each step is a revelation and a question without an answer,
And around me dance phantoms of social conventions,
Like smoke butterflies in a garden of perpetual deceptions.
Culture, a mass hallucination, a veil woven from threads of silk and steel,
Covers our eyes and whispers stories about who we are and who we should be,
And we, docile, dress in clothes tailored by others, forgetting our true skin,
And dance to the rhythm of a music we didn't choose, but call our own.
But sometimes, in the moments of silence between heartbeats,
I hear the call of a world beyond the borders of this collective illusion,
And I feel the cracking of the egg of reality in which we were incubated,
Allowing rays of light to penetrate from an unknown and intimidating universe.
Stepping out of this hallucination, with trembling steps and blinded eyes,
I discover a world cruel in its sincerity, but free from masks and pretenses,
Where each thought is a falling star in the night of my consciousness,
And each choice is a newborn universe, full of infinite possibilities.
And in this moment of awakening, of painful and liberating illumination,
I understand the value of this raw reality, unfiltered through the lenses of culture,
A reality in which we are all actors and spectators, creators and creations,
In a cosmic dance of self-discovery and authentic connection.
Now, standing on the edge of the abyss between illusion and truth,
I feel the melancholy of losing innocence and the comfort of ignorance,
But also the infinite magic of possibilities that open before me,
In a world where we are free to write our own stories, beyond the cages of the mind.
serene and intimate poetic spiritual connection divine gentle soothing essence
of God's whispers, reminding us
of our inherent worth, favor, and forgiveness
Blessings
"Whispers in mind ears...
Tender ears sweet Whispers
Spiritual connection God and I are listening
Self-worth and identity I am His first choice...
I'm favored and forgiven
Grace and mercy what is this thing called Grace...sweet Whispers for me
Inspiring inherent value and worth
as we are His beloved children
gift of grace
and whispers of divine love in our lives
Hallelujah
Whispers for me
Take time to listen for the gentle whispers
of God's love and guidance
a sense of self-worth
and identity rooted in spiritual connection
Remember that you are favored,
forgiven, and beloved,
and that God's grace is always available to you
Scriptural reinforcement:
- Psalm 46:10: "Be still, and know that I am God."
- Jeremiah 29:12-13: "Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."
- Ephesians 1:4-5: "For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will."
In the grip of Time, a silent flow,
From Roman days to Gregorian glow,
A dance of clocks, a crafted frame,
A social construct, a human claim.
In the realm of Time, where moments wane,
A social construct, we seek to gain.
From Roman roads to the Gregorian call,
We build our order, yet stumble and fall.
Power we chase, in the currency of money,
Yet what is it worth if life isn’t sunny?
In the mines of existence, we toil and we sweat,
Digging for precious metals, our value upset.
Education shines like the brightest of gems,
Illuminating paths, breaking down stems.
Yet the heart of the matter lies deeper than gold,
In the minerals of wisdom, true stories unfold.
It's up to us to remember, as we strive and we seek,
That the true worth of our journey is not just the peak.
For in each fleeting moment, through struggle and strife,
Lies the beauty of time, the essence of life.
The Constant Heart A daughter born,
a fragile bud,
A father's pride,
A mother's flood Of hope
And dreams in tiny hands,
She learned to crawl on sacred lands.
Her value isn't found in gold,
But in the stories to be told—
A tender spirit,
wild and free,
A sapling for the family tree.
The sister bond,
A woven thread,
Through whispered secrets,
words unsaid.
A shared defense against the world,
A banner of a soul unfurled.
Two hearts that know each other's fears,
A steady rock through fleeting years,
A laugh, a fight, a tearful grace,
Finding home in a familiar face.
A girlfriend's touch,
A sudden spark,
Igniting fires in the dark.
A dance of words, a shy embrace,
A nervous tremor in a space
Where two souls find a brand new song,
And feel for the first time they belong.
A fragile promise,
softly made,
In sunlight parks and twilight shade.
The bride in white, a sacred vow,
A new beginning, here and now.
The gentle curve of life she bears,
A swelling love beyond all cares.
Through morning sickness, weary days,
She walks in quiet, hopeful haze,
A vessel strong, a world contained,
For life's first gentle touch is gained.
A mother's love,
a boundless sea,
She gave up "I" for "you" and "we."
Her waking hours, her sleep she lends,
A life that starts,
a journey ends Of self-concern,
replaced by grace,
To give her child a better place.
She is the shield, the guiding light,
A fierce and tender, endless might.
And then a grandma, silver-haired,
A patient love, beyond compared.
The storyteller, wise and slow,
Who watches little futures grow.
She holds the past in knowing eyes,
And sees a future she can't rise To walk herself,
but in her heart,
She plays the most important part.
The Power of Her Journey
There is a vision we hold,
It's value in what we've been told,
The reason so many souls are sold,
Working life away to acquire Gold,
Molding their existence.
What is its significance?
The difference from another stone,
Alone it does nothing,
Only brings in problems,
Robbing them of peace.
Others looking for a piece,
Greasing the greed in them,
Only shown we needed some,
A little crumb planting a weed.
Feeding families in need,
The shimmering greed,
Poisoning earths seeds.
Dirty deeds making enemies,
Turning beauty into pennies,
Keeping the people from getting any,
Many crying and dying creating scrutiny,
We have a Mutiny in reverse,
As the curse is lifted,
Only the gifted can see,
The truth behind money,
I think you'll find funny,
The value it is assigned,
Is defined within your mind,
Signed by the soul,
That's how it will roll,
Gold stole the power you hold,
Devouring a life you were told,
was about just growing old,
watching it all unfold.
Oh do, let us dream, Lord, of a peaceful and shining, promising day.
To realize the value of poets we know, and incude the ignored or unknown!
Refusing the faces of negativity, humbly walking in your ways, shown.
Always remind us, please, to go to the light, where thy glory, doth lay!
I realize that not all of us have a family to sit down and have a dinner to share.
But if you do, light your candles to make this confused world, radiantly bright!
After dinner, go to the family window forthwith, inhale Spring’s sweetest night.
See your silhouettes in the moonlight, on a tender carpet on this evening rare!
Poem 1
3/9/2024
IV.
And when they speak of America
it’s a sputtering wall of hate,
the great country that shelters them
they can never appreciate.
They point to all its past mistakes,
taken out of context of time,
ignore others who did much, much worse,
try to make us ‘uniquely’ malign.
Forgetting that we fought those ills,
and ran them all done, one by one,
That we’ve brought people more liberty
that ever before has been done.
They can’t look to our history
without finding reasons to hurt,
but then cuddle up to China,
who’s orders of magnitude worse.
They look at free people’s errors
as an unforgivable sin,
then excuse radical Islam,
and the horrors they do to women.
They hate the freedom and free trade,
and say that it hurts all the poor,
yet it’s lifted standards of life
for tens of millions and more.
The ideas that we have built here,
all the freedom and the success,
seem to annoy professors more
then genocidal socialists!
Perhaps they think, being so ‘smart,’
that they should be running the show,
that the rest of us aren’t fit to lead,
they’re ‘above’ us, and ‘in the know.’
Self-proclaim aristocracy
in a nation with no time for that,
so the ideas that we value
they decry as selfish and bad.
All our liberties mean less to them
then their egos and points of view,
they’d kill the goose and the golden egg,
your professors are lying to you.
I had lost something of value that did not belong to me
and was having a bad day and told him so. He had recovered what I had lost and spoke
healing into my life when he said to me, "That day is gone". My entire being
was refreshed, and those four positive words he spoke about my 'bad day', 'made my day'.
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