Short Society Spiritual Poems
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Spirit
Callous, Potent
Guarding, Welding, Mending
Nurturing our Harrowed Egos
Amidst
The tragic tyrants in power deny the truth
Bigotry and cruelty lie deep in their roots
Their souls will always be tainted with soot
He is too loud; we've already pressed mute
I had the appeal
Easy to seal the deal
When you look the way i do
The feelings true through ego
See past the illusion
Realizing the seclusion
And looking for a solution
I think i have control
Take the time to observe the role
One lone man against Leviathan
With its signals and its code
It’s forms and formulation
What’s a soul to do,
Bend and yield as a willow
Or stand proud and tall as an oak?
You tell me,
Or better yet ask Jonah
In the belly of the beast.
(8/22/24)
WHERE DO
VIVID EXPERIENCES LIE,
WITHIN THE HEARTS,
OF HUMANS GONE BORED?
AS THE SYSTEMATIC MECHANISM
OF SOCIETY HYPNOTIZES,
BUT, NEVER THE
EVER WAKING SOUL WITHIN.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER OF 2011.
A Nordic says "God lives in Asgard"
A Jew says "God lives in Heaven"
A Mayan says "God lives in the 13 Heavens"
A Samurai says "God lives in the Katana sword"
A Gnostic says "God lives within us"
If God was to be asked where he lives,
which abode do you think he would say?
An alm-timed good deed
got evilly rewarded
The saintly gesture, labor of love
was given a
perfidious payment
Death by dissimulation
uttered a bullet cry
Good Samaritan intentions
was given a
hot metal, cold evil eye
A warm welcoming, kind-hearted try
was given a
glowing halo goodbye
I Flew in the Afternoon Skies
Looking for North Star.
I Swam across the Oceans
Mistaking Submarines for Whales.
I Followed a Random Road,
To a Dead End.
I Ran through the Woods,
Looking for an Iceberg.
And Today, I Realised..
I'm Lost, All My Life.
Chasing the Wrong Things at
Wrong Time and Inappropriate Places.
i see the world getting smaller and smaller,
untill it finally fades
the taste of red wine still in my mouth,
soothing me
knowing in the back of my mind
this place isn't been made
for you and me'
my arm hanging out the window,
my fingers playing with the wind..
fantasizing how it would be
to live this life,
completely free
FABRICATED LIFESTYLES,
FAST FOOD,
FAST TIMES,
TOXIC TECHNOLOGY,
ARTIFICIAL MEDICINE,
GOVERNMENTAL LIES,
AND WEATHER MANIPULATION.
IS THIS THE END OF THE WORLD?
OR
THE START OF A NEW ONE?
IT IS THE BIRTH OF A NEW SPIRITUAL SOCIETY.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER OF 2011.
Heretic
your breath reeks
of brimstones ash
quenched with the blood
of martyred dreams.
I heard
hopes dying scream
as it burned alive
consumed by the flames
of your firey speech.
And now
you turn to me
lost Shepard
bemoaning the world's inability
to see your virtues.
I say
return false prophet
unto your true master
spare me
your tainted sermons.
Unity in community is the connections that I shall seek.
None shall behold its full beauty.
I think it, I feel it, I use it, I am it.
Very lost in the state of equality.
Ease of expansion and growth as time flows on.
Reversing all attempts set by hu-man societies.
Setting new and thicker veils at all edgeless boundaries.
Easing essence escapes ending edified Universe.
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Zero is One, One is Two, Two is Four.
As in Platonic solids, there is no One or Two.
If Zero is void and Four is a cube.
If Zero is a circle and Four is a square.
If unity is the glue that connects Zero to Four.
Zero won Two.
One too Four.
The pyramid is absolved from this group.
The triangle is absolved from this group.
Two dot form a line, not knowing the pleasure of a absolved triangle.
In an age of abundance
When every thing and thought
Is at our fingertip
What is left to discover?
As we expand and consume it all
On the back of a collective soul
What is the cost of this instant gratification
To a life once lived in full?
Hollow experience, chewed and digested
By every other
‘Til all that’s left of the true is crumbs
Only a hungry mouse in the night could find.
12/31/24
His head rest not on a soft, comfy
Pillar.
But on a hard cold sidewalk.
His comfort and his peace,
Is lost along the streets.
Which brings him no relief.
He walks the streets by day and
Night.
Alone in his thoughts, alone alright.
How did he get here?
What made him this way?
Does anybody care?
What’s left to say?
But when I look to the side,
All I see is,
But for the Grace of God,
There goes me.
Words like rain dripping,
creating pools of poems
one after the another.
Stormy cloud of a poets mind,
only what is right is written down.
It’s not fame sought
but the truth
that is trying to come out.
Sea of words like droplets in the ocean
their modicum maketh
the greatness of emotions,
like tidal waves sweeping
through the mess
of a human mind shining
light on the dark.
It’s not fame sought
but the unity
of a world apart.
As I run away from the chains, not a single one of my principles drifted
out of my mind, I know what's right and what's wrong for me
I can take actions by chance and leaps of faith
I escaped from the herd, I do not take revenge but I choose to stay calm
Resentment is control, I understand now and shall not be held captive
I have never felt safer, then I have before
I do not cry for freedom, my heart feels whole again being free.
Our collective memories
fade into legends
the old way begin to falter
our pack is diminishing.
We trusted you
shared our ancestral home
and you defiled our sacred grounds
with brazen disdain.
Now the mountains echo
whispers of defeat
icy winds give voice
to the forests
the meadows
to grief.
Rumored undone
we are not defeated
But, you'll never understand
the Great Spirit is our sire
the Earth is our Mother
and in spirit we are one.
Quiet allows me to see..
all around me, everything..
gluttony, kindness, hypocrisy..
all at once, knowing.
In silence one is with Spirit.
In silence one can learn.
Why then all the world noise?
Can't you see your bridges burn?
They babble and babble and babble on
while i quietly observe.
They hustle, plot, help or scam..
I see clearly what they serve.
Disgusted with some, Delighted with others.
Everything around is Not as it first appears.
© Erin L. Adams 2013
Once bitten twice shy both hid
conscious of their nudity, a lesson
there was no going back now
shorn of their innocence they knew,
Greed made them their own master
and they both ran for cover
Lilith got lost in their success
she couldn’t hold Adam for long,
Charmed by the she devil feline
the snake seduced couple for evil
cursed to crawl kicked from Eden
the first woman lost her control,
While Eve evolved and gave birth
Lilith the she devil fermented sin!
You are what you consume.
Through all 6 senses whether it is hearing, sight, smell, taste, touch and thought.
So surround your-self with the best of each of these.
You once mentioned, about seeing things just through the positive lens.
But remember clarity is the ability to see the clear picture.
Without additives such as colored emotions.
You will stumble once in a while.
But don't make it a long lasting habit.
Willingness will allow you to grasp at the absolute truths.