wild messenger
signals true passion
mystery presenter
trickster intelligent
casts light into dark
black questioner
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Radiant robes reflecting white
Hearts of hope heavenly light
Appearing human in human form
Yet more beautiful than any born
Benevolent beings that guide us
A messenger of God and His love
Words that carry us like a dream
To God’s heart with feathered wing
harbinger of hope
she flies to us from heaven
cardinal visitor
Prophet of prophets, titled as messenger, guard of worlds
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
At the dream I told this poem, sultan of universes
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
Four lovers: Abu Bakr, Umar, Usman, Ali at every place
Express qualifications of four books of Lord
Fellow of God, Love of God, Messenger of God, Prophet of God
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
Anonymous
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Before we were so rudely interrupted
We thouroughly enjoyed a chance we’ve got
We couldn’t foresee our plans will be disrupted
I didn’t know our time would be so short
Five happy years, then one day a curtain falls
So terribly alone, I sit and cry
You speak to me again, and the wheel rolls
I’m scrolling back to hear your previous reply
The messenger archive contains our story
I’m praying for the safety of our time
They can erase us without saying sorry
They can do anything, and we can only die
You’ve gone away, it means we’ve had enough
Of this old world, of all its joy and pain
Let’s die again, the cause of death is love
Your voice with me forever will remain.
Messenger threads between me and you,
From ordinary friends we grew,
Sharing, asking, kidding around,
Freely I could say what I found.
Messenger threads, our words entwined,
Friendship’s casual thoughts combined,
Unafraid and unsuspecting,
Typing light and easy, reflecting.
Messenger messages, innocent and pure,
Unprepared for a twist, unsure,
When you, without intention, teased,
My heart awakened, no longer at ease.
Now messenger threads tell a tale,
Of how my heart began to fail,
Hopelessly drawn to your charm,
Loveliness meant for another’s arm.
Messenger threads I scroll, delete,
Hoping to undo the pain, retreat,
But it’s nonsense, far too late,
My love and adoration met their fate.
Pardon me I have a message
You may think that it's a joke
But the bank has sent this letter
To inform you that you're broke
I can tell by your expression
None of this is very funny
But your wife and her lawyer
Just ran off with all your money
I know this comes as quite a shock
But Mister Man I'm begging you
Please don't shoot the messenger
I've got another job to do
He was just a servant on a platter brought to you
so you can eat
Many are consumed by his bread of life so now that's
all they can eat
They broke bread with the lamb & then denied it was
he
A pack of wolves descended disguised as sheep then
tore into his flesh with their teeth
They knew his message would inspire many to go toward
holy father
They said his body was nailed to a cross so he wouldn't
take it any further
There's many missing pieces to the story but let him
serve as an example
He was sacrificed for what it is he believed & then was
placed on a mantle
Why is it the messenger pays the price when there shouldn't
be any cost?
Before you know it, it's you on a slab after you're taken
off a cross
Does a real prophet ever profit off of the work that they
do for their God?
Only in spirit, as the powers seek to send them to the Land
of Nod
Accept their message without judgement for they were
sent for a purpose
Receive what you need & carry on for these things are
provided as a service
In a realm where boundaries blend,
The moon, it seems, has found a new abode.
No longer distant, aloof, or afar,
It lingers close, just next door,
Casting its silver orb upon her blue eyes.
Within her gaze, a mystic spell unfurls,
Passions released, like streams unbound.
I sip from the chalice of unleashed desires,
Drunk on the potion of fervent dreams,
As her shining eyes pierce the curtain of night.
Love, oh love, aglow with eternal light,
Radiates from the core of her being.
Her hand held firm within mine,
Becomes the vessel that carries forth
The tender echoes of our twisted souls.
I, a humble messenger of hearts,
Deliver to her my own, surrendered,
Laid bare upon the altar of vulnerability,
Trusting her to cradle it gently,
Nurturing its delicate beats with grace.
For in this realm where moonbeams dance,
And hearts align in celestial harmony,
She, the guardian of ethereal realms,
Accepts the offering with tenderness,
Binding our souls in the shade of love.
What a grand inspiration of life.
What a glory of internal light.
Nothing can measure the once hidden treasure,
That at first remained out of sight.
From humble beginnings it's true,
But the rumble grew louder in time.
After every detail the truth would prevail,
And inspire His desire to climb.
On top of the mountain He stood,
Born under a bright evening star.
With lessons complete a mission replete,
To guide all from near and afar.
As the masses listened in awe,
A voice from the crowd would ask;
"What gives you the power at this dark hour,
For this monumental task?"
With a solemn stance and a smile,
He spoke words for all to hear.
"It's sheltered within and will truly begin,
When you release your doubt and fear."
That message is still true today,
Though long ago it was told.
With generosity and no animosity,
All our futures will shine like gold.
one grey day i felt the sky start falling
as the big black crow came calling
he brings a message ,nobody wants to hear
he brings the message that we all fear
i try to ignore him over and over
though he returns like a wondering drover
he brings the the voice from spirits above
calling you home to share their love
day by day he returns to me
watching and waiting,standing over me
weeks go by, his message is clear
and i receive the news that we all do fear
his job is done, i see him no more
i accept his message and now im sure
i know the future as i walk through that door
i am not scared of whats on the other side
when the crow comes calling ,there is nowhere to hide
When we don’t have gyres anymore
Shifting will be useless
That’ll fix us
***
The butterfly thought:
"I know Hermes is the famous messenger.
You might not trust me as a decent one;
flying here and there non-stop!
The Buddha thought:
"I am supposed to be the wisest of the wise
and you must know my long meditation,
which eventually led me to the enlightenment. But I am just one
who is not assured of being able to overcome the mortal idea."
Both incomplete matters talked to each other so that they could be more confident.
You know
Wisdom exists everywhere, in every particle of life.
Isn't it the matter of perception?
I saw a little Cardinal
setting in a tree.
I said to that little red bird
"Why have you come to me?"
He flew a little closer
and let out a great big "chirp"!
I'm a messenger sent from heaven
and from those who have passed on.
I hope this brings you blessings
and great peace in your heart
because,God heard your grieving prayer
and your loved one is at rest.
At that very moment
my heart was at peace.
Because, God sent this little bird
in my time of need.
Now if you see a Cardinal
listen closely to his song.
It might be the answer to your prayer
sent by the Lord above.
Christ is the Messenger of peace,
He gladly looks upon us
and endures patience...
even when most of us
turn away and dare not
listen to His kind words!
Christ is the Messenger of peace
who waits for the seekers
that are constantly laughed at
by the large numbers of unwise...
who don't appreciate His self-sacrifice!
Christ is the Messenger of peace,
He reopens the gates of Heaven for us;
the speaker of brotherhood and mutual love
teaches us to forgive a thousand times
and live in peace with neighbors in all places.
Shouldn't we love and pray for our enemies
who himself didn't hate to show us
that we must be compassionate,
instead of returning evil for evil?
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