Is it really any wonder
the world's the way it is today
when according to the Bible
wherein it does say
not in so many words
but reading between the lines
we're descendants of incestuous bastards
and the shape we're in shows all the signs
not a lot we can do to change history
altho' the future's ours to frame
'Peace, Love and Understanding'
is the name of the game
I'm going through a lover's quarrel.
The universe is fighting with me.
I'm trying to get the knowledge,
Thinking about my destiny.
Already figured it out, not trying to disrespect my family.
Caught between the life cycle of who I'm really trying to be.
Knowledge is the only way to live; that's all that matters to me.
But the force is so strong that I'm losing mentally.
I'm arguing with the universe that's stuck inside of me.
It's trying to elevate me to a place to live out eternity.
The elevation is stuck between one and seven.
The lower numbers are hell, and the higher numbers are heaven.
All I'm trying to do is get back my lost history.
UNIVERSAL CONCEPTS-:-
sensing
artistic
endeavour
beyond
self
of OWN MAKING
admitting
profound
confident
creative
energy
of PERSONAL IMPRESSION
blossoming
everyday
pictures
decoratively
figurations
Trust in America is gone, we are lost in a strange time.
Voting has gone astray, making us scratch our head, with confusion.
I ran for office and they claimed I got zero votes, but that is impossible since I voted for myself and others told me they voted for me too.
Voting should be as secure as getting on a plane, following all the same ways, making us all know we are universally going to be secure.
Trust is gone in America, we can see, we have lost our way, and pray for better days.
Trust is gone and fraud appears to grow freely, the fact seems to be obvious.
America trust went down the drain, we failed to see that many hate America and work to make us all slaves that have to pay.
I am hoping we come to terms, that some want to be here but want to live under their own rule, like the Indians live with their own everything, maybe in the future we should allow the same for all.
America I will pray for you, and hope for the best, help me pray and lift our thoughts.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
All I want is peace and peace
In the west, in the east
In the north and the south
To close your mouth
When you're happy
To stop the misery
During the passage
We only need one page
To express our feelings and pain
All we need is PEACE. We die in vain
Every single day
Yes, we need to pray
More and more often
So we can go to heaven
When we die
This is no lie
We can smell a new year
Let's start a new prayer
All we want is to have PEACE
On top of the list
All we need is Universal World Peace
And to leave this earth in one piece
While having a glitzy feast
No drones, no bullets, no wars, no lies, no tragedies
No guns, no deadly bombs, no cannons and no bullies.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mother Nature blesses her biosphere with a universal love
given freely too everyone and everything upon her Earth
Meaning she treats everyone and everything as equals
believing everyone and everything has worth….
If she can show this universal love to everyone and everything
through the evening… and all day long….
when it comes to the humans populating this planet…
I wonder…where have we gone wrong?
The Universe corrects itself
Each and every time
What seems to get out of hand
To be too much
Extremities
Always reach a breaking point
And what is dark and bleak
Will eventually see the light
Though it comes in varying forms
It will arrive
No matter how far you have gone
No matter how high you have risen
No matter how deep of hole you dug
No matter how bruised you have gotten
The sun will rise
The moon will set
The storm will cease
The fog will lift
To fix what is broken
And reset what is fixed
All the while
The Universe keeps breathing
--
To me there seems to exist, correct me if I'm wrong,
in a modern society , full of many flaws
A gaping oxymoron!!!! Which takes precedence,
all the spying apparatus or all the privacy laws ??
So many methods, mobile phones, computers, smart meters,
cameras on the roads many more, perhaps I'm not aware of
None of us exempted in our homes or driving in our cars
Do those who employ these methods to subjugate our freedoms,
suffer deep seated irrational fears ? Why else would they do it ?
How to find some solace amongst all the crazy bedlam,
escape potential, long lasting, deep emotional scars
Pray to God ,wherever He exists, some say it is above
To fill the world with compassion,
change these evil ways, replace them with universal love
"Nothing but the truth"
The truth is not located in the left, the center, the right or the extremities.
It is above politics, ideologies and dogmas.
It doesn't care about my or your opinions and perspectives.
You can believe in leprechauns all you want. You are incapable of altering the truth in the slightest.
The truth is one, objective and universal. It is found above my or your subjective beliefs.
The truth is a sacred ideal of the higher planes of existence.
Like an untainted holy grail of blinding astral light that no mental perversion or falsehood can defile.
The truth cannot be approached by faith, but through true logic with common sense or by personal experience of it.
The Universe—no Hourglass—
Unspills its silent Sand—
No Final Bell—no Curfew rung—
By any mortal Hand—
It keeps its Secrets—like the Sea—
That never quite admits
Whether it ends—or merely folds
Its Shores to other Fits—
A Star—may seem to Perish—
Yet only learns to Hide—
As Truth—when pressed by Time—slips on
An Everlasting Side—
If Birth be but a Door ajar—
And Death—another Frame—
Then Motion is Eternity
And Stillness—just a Name—
I ask no Priest—nor Telescope—
To certify the Whole—
The Infinite—confides itself
In Pulses—felt by Soul—
So let the Theorist—be still—
And hear what Silence knows—
The Eternal—does not Argue—
Where it simply—Goes—
The pendulum screams as it slices the air,
A blurred arc of frantic, kinetic despair.
From the pole of delight to the pole of regret,
We pay down the interest on spiritual debt.
Hot bleeds to cold, and the day bleeds to night,
A binary flicker of shadow and light.
But watch for the apex, the top of the swing,
Where gravity pauses and loses its sting.
The zero-point field where the current goes dead,
Before the next thought can infect the head.
Here is the silence that deafens the ghost,
The guest uninvited who becomes the host.
The ego is hungry, a mechanism of steel,
Grinding the grist in the turn of the wheel.
It hunts for a future, it mourns for a past,
But the gap is the anchor that holds the soul fast.
In the breach of the circuit, the spark is set free,
Not what you are, but what you will be.
We hang in the balance, unmade and unbound,
Safe from the trap, where we cannot be found.
She did not fall—
She flowed.
From the breathless stars to the edge of form,
She shimmered between sound and silence,
Becoming light before becoming skin.
She walked the void barefoot,
Carving paths in places the sky forgot,
Speaking in colors the earth hadn’t learned to see.
She was music before voice,
Fire before flame,
Knowing before name.
In lives long buried in salt and smoke,
She healed the wounded with her own undoing—
A silent saint
A veiled oracle
A soul made of soft rebellion.
But in this life, she said:
“No more cages.”
Not of vows.
Not of perfection.
Not of others’ hands or gods or fears.
This time, she comes as herself.
Untamed. Unfolding.
The cosmic tide in human breath.
She dances where lines dissolve.
She speaks when the wind can’t.
She touches the sacred and names it ordinary.
She dares to be seen,
even when her voice shakes with memory.
Because this world?
It is not her prison.
It is her paintbrush.
And she—
She is the dream reborn
The priestess unveiled
The storm and the stillness
She is what happens
when a star remembers
that it is also a woman.
God is the flame Who lights all lights,
wherein the truth when we cognise,
beyond space time, peace that delights,
is our Self, which we realise.
Back to form, to see God in all,
dwelling deep within each form’s core,
entwined with gong of Om’s love call,
within heart resounds bliss beat’s roar.
When sense of separation ends,
meaning we transmute as the flame,
no one descends, no one ascends;
this lucid dream seen as a game.
Mirroring God’s blissful heartbeat,
essence of presence feels complete.
Riding a beam of universal light.
The heavens are luminous, every night.
Interpreted through fear a blinding bright,
Filtered through Love it provides great insight.
Is it better to give, than to receive?
First try it, then tell me what you believe.
Be honest with others, never deceive,
A life worth living, you’ll surely achieve.
I stand here gazing at stars in the sky,
Wondering what happens when I die?
It’s harder to see with my own eye,
The purpose of life as it passes by.
First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why?
Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye?
What was important, whether girl or guy?
A purposeful life, or is that a lie?
Was it important, the people I knew?
Or all the things I did or didn’t do?
Was it what I learned as my knowledge grew?
Or what I passed on, at least to a few?
To many questions I could clearly see,
My purpose in life was I became me.
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