In the stillness of darkness
mockery, lies, gossips like air arise
dragging you down, for a penny sake
Abuse of power just for wealth.
Who would have thought of these silent moves?
Cheating on a poor innocent
While still in a dungeon of fire in a
gloomy weekly days and nights in lost paradise.
The so-called "smile" is a shadowed
for the world to see, but the cruelty it brings into reality.
A smile that wears a mask, sarcasm and insults that leave behind a scar.
'Till a dame's untouched heart broke
Lonely, weary and dreary.
No one cared, nor listened.
In the name of Penny.
Still, I wait for the beaming light above,
the everlasting hope in my heart
will never fade.
I won’t let evil take root in me—
only the Spirit,
somewhere, somehow,
guiding me
to make my deeds upright.
I'm falling in reverse.
From the ground into the sky.
At the edge of gravity.
To where the laws do not apply.
I'm rising like a phoenix.
From the flames into the air.
Through the layers of the atmosphere.
With rainbows everywhere.
As the world beneath me.
Grows ever smaller still.
Through iridescent clouds.
In Autumn's whispy chill.
Towards the orange harvest moon.
I'm falling in reverse.
Touching golden star dust.
In the infinite universe.
As sun beams dance around me.
Aurora in my eyes.
Falling, always falling.
Into black and silver skies.
As distant stars grow closer.
And purple Nebula appear.
Flying towards heaven.
Gone, the pain and fear.
Because I'm falling in reverse.
Towards the edge of space.
As Supernova burst forth.
Shining upon my face.
Past galaxies and black holes.
Creation in real time.
Subtle waves of beauty.
The feeling quite sublime.
And God is there beside me.
Guiding me through the endless night.
I'm falling into darkness.
Exploding into the light.
Peacefully playing
Indigo notes
Angelic mood swaying
***** spiritual hope
Onyx facts history black
I Am That I Am…Without End…
Listen, my heart is a soul drum
Beating the spiritual rhythms
Of the sojourning struggle of life—
Pumping pulsating blood inking
The notes of our story—flowing
From the past to the present—banked
In the here and now—waiting to cascade
Into the liberated future;
Yes, like an aged tree trunk, I am rooted
Here—anchored in the fertile soils—
Here, engaged in the struggles of freeing life.
Oh, the scars I bear are many; each being
A keloid memory of where I have been—each
A smooth raised and shadowed spiritual hope
Of where I am going when finished inking here.
Today, I now know that I am a child
Of a once lost race that is now found
And realized; a race destined to be forever free.
Oh, I know that I am a child of the rivers
Of blood—rivers fearlessly flowing free;
You see, I am as the night—pushing aside
The day—claiming my time now to be here, free.
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may not be;
Thus, today must be the joyous freedom advent.
Therefore, today I claim myself eternally free;
I am as in the beginning: wind, water, fire—
The light! I am all: I am the Word without end!
WANDERED AWAY
They once prayed beside each other
you’d see him grab his Mama’s hand
Years ago when just a young boy
Before becoming a grown man.
Special connection when they prayed
Three squeezes give each other’s hand.
Their secret code said, “I love you”
Quietly between Mom and young man.
Parents still hold their children’s hand
right before each and every prayer
Hearts of some Mom’s moan within
No need to reach…no one’s there .
Now alone when it’s time to pray
These Mom’s grief… God’s taken away
True spiritual hope placed in their hearts
“Child’s still in God’s memory today.”
Holy Spirit stands where child once stood
Faith friends, never leave Mom’s alone
God’s spiritual family’s always close
They now claim “These Mom’s, as..Their Own!
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Feb,11, 2018
(Also for dad’s and parents whose
unbaptized children have wandered away.)
A Sparkling Array Of Elegance
Just one look deep into your eyes I can see
Words cut deep
A promise
Long lines in their vast formation
Just need to take a break
On a long awaited vacation
There in the distance
A land awaits with jewels all a glow
Sparkling
Shade of grass in a slight illumination
The silence of nature in it's beckoning call
In the piece of land provided by God alone
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plough
Choose to cease the day to it's sparkling array of elegance
Stay attached to the vine
To dream and soar as the eagle takes flight
A challenge to be free is a question of time
With a jewel having colors filled with silver & gold
© 2 minutes ago, chevyvent spiritual • hope • society • friendship • family
There once was a man from Rome
who's head was shinny like chrome
gave the world spiritual hope
was given the title of Pope
now he wears a hat like that of a gnome
~*~
There once was a girl that lived in Brussels
who married a man, now they're the Russell's
she was kind of a geek
he was more than weak
she with no brains him without muscles
~*~
There once was a girl from France
who danced on stage with no pants
she showed off her tush
but never her bush
she left the crowd in a trance
~*~
There once was a man from Rome
who's head was shinny like chrome
gave the world spiritual hope
was given the title of Pope
now he wears a hat like that of a gnome
I long for a world of peace and hope,
I long for a world serene;
I long for a world where no children cry
and we all have the finest things
I long for a world of happiness,
for every one far and near;
I long for a world of freedom,
where no one must live in fear
I long for a world that can join as one,
we can all lean on each others shoulder;
I long for a world where no illness lies
and there’s no fear of getting older
I long for a world where truth prevails;
there is no such thing as a lie
I long for a world of spiritual hope,
where no one is afraid to die
I long for a world where we all belong,
no feelings hurt;
no pain;
I long for a world of acceptance,
where no one gets left in the rain
I long for a world of laughter,
a smile on every face;
I long for the day when all humanity sees,
we are all from the very same race
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