Spiritual Prose Poems

The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years.
Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them.
No one I knew had seen...

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God creates effortlessly, Himself medium, substance-source almighty – nothing can rub, manifest resistance to His Will -- 

God rested. Think not of fatigue...nor of a...

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Slaves to Righteousness continued

But thanks to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly
obeyed the form of teaching to which you...

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Let's start out with my nightmares,  I used to have them revolving around jack 
a lanterns that got so horrific, for numerous years I...

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       “Ink Artist Kat Von D Baptized, Leaves 
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I was physically born, July 1937
My meaningful life started June 1959, when I took Patricia Ann as my dearest wife.
My meaningful life ended 1:25 a.m.,...

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#IN THE ELEVENTH MONTH, ON THE ELEVENTH DAY, I WAS BLESSED TO AWAKE AND HONOR "A SPECIAL ANGEL" ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HER 81st....

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#YO! MY SOUL ACHES IN LONGING FOR MORE INSTRUMENTATION THAT MASSAGES, SOOTHES AND BRINGS A SPECIAL SOLACE THAT I NEED...

THIS IS WHAT "ADRIAN'S THEME" BRINGS...

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While the world prospers
abundance;
From artificial hunger
of advertising,
of ideology,
of spiritual weakness,
violence and cruelty
empty values...
I'm very hungry
of bread yes...
but also from:
calming of spirits,
minimal generosity from others,
genuine solidarity
humanity,
love...

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In a spiritual sense, dark matter does not exist – Pure Light, Pure Potential appears to the human eye as darkness, having vibration far too...

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familiar ghost in her house
gave off an odor of lilacs
Jean took comfort in this visitor
Believing her to be benevolent and loving
perhaps she was her Great...

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Physical is the coat I wear-out
in the elements – the ephemeral
shell of me, and not the yoke, man's 
embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of 
experience and...

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Just like a wish, whimsical as it stirs dreams and trembles with the rhythms of hope, my heart anticipates the beautiful in a setting sun,...

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EVERYTHING PAINTS SEVEN...
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Reflections Laugh At Our Blindness

She cool love's great fever
In with shades of true hope

What slides with whisperings
From the quiet edge of dreams

Therein she seeks to...

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