Philosophy Prayer Poems

Don’t tell me where i belong,
Your god and mine won’t get along
Some false almighty you think can bless me
I let out pent up anguish, &...

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Hope in the depths of the human soul,

Hope that guides us towards our goal.

Hope, a beacon in times of despair,

Hope, a light that we all...

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Being patient with my mortal body ---and immortal soul--- 
I let Divine Providence unfold His Plan to guide my goal :-)...

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Reflect

I would love to blame the devil
For the confidence I have lost,
Or point fingers at the crossroad
When living life came at a cost.
The mirror is...

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You all who pass by... sans guide light
  walking other crooked obscure paths,
      you are all walkers at random...
...

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I
On this terrestrial ball
Water is it, almost all
But for prayer

II
When love blooms, we can fast
Avoid breakfast, any repast
But "whence such love"?

III
Prayer will consume private sins
Or...

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Day Dreams

I love to have daydreams, 
about the nighttime. 
I believe I can see it all 
clearer in the light. 
I am not afraid of...

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Behind the curtains of this smile, are freshly sewed wounds;
Rich yarns finely whipped by the Armageddon; 
Each touch turned colder, from philosophy of ashes to...

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We paint our world with 
Thoughts, words and deeds! 
When we don’t know which way to go
We run to our God of
Limitless breakthroughs!
He gives breakthroughs!
Breakthroughs...

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We say it, Victor kinda asked about it
And it's nothing new, not a surprise
The prayer God welcomes warmly 
Is how Jesus taught (Gospels; Matthew's)

EXPLANATION:
1. ...

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Poets see truths sparked from Truth, in moans and groans
Regular petitions to Creator are urgent for all, atheists may join us
As we start or end...

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I
Do we tire of thanking & gratefulness
I rush about, busy growing stress
Refocus eyes upon the  Cross, Jesus
I cannot pray unless I fully CONfess

II
A life,...

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Casting stones into rivers, 
broken deep in the core.

The tide of something coming.
Rusted in hue lost in the soul.

The tv burns in its silent snow
as...

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I gaze into the Mirror of Love
hoping to see an added brightness
in reflection, ourselves often kept
in dark when it comes to measures
of inner light –...

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God is not a building dedicated to one faith 
that icon of a dead Christ that’s a myth that man makes…

Because men must define the...

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