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A Tribute To Robin Williams the Funniest Man I Ever Knew

A special moment that moves the heart,
a special person a special part,
a special smile to make you laugh,
so many special voices, such a gas,

the deepest deepest sadness, the greatest loss,
a kindness, ancient peace,
a better place, a timeless place,
such great love remains,

and all the lives that touched,
like leaves in the rain,
tears of joy and love,
flowing together, rivers of life,

greatly greatly missed,
Yet, forever in the heart.

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Twilight

There's a beauty in the twilight
that often goes unseen
we're taught its all black and white
but there's a rainbow in between

in fact when you look at it
the light and dark that claims is all
really is so very thin
its almost nothing at all

the same is true of time
you see present is all there is
past, and future
imaginations is

have you ever seen the sun
skim across the sky
ever in a twilight
and every colour bright

my world is a rainbow
its rarely black and white
and if you look real close
rainbow in black and white

just look at all the diversity
of this wonderful life
only just two principles?
surely thats not right

trees of every colour
flowers much the same
delicate little insects
far too much to name

butterflies of every colour
and moths of shimmery night
bees and wasps and flying things
lets not forget the beetely things

birds of more variety
than one can surely know
theres even living things
in lava and in snow

lets not forget the animals
true wonders all in all
just look at oddly platipuss
all creatures great and small

so dont you try and tell
that its all black and white
dont you try to tell me
of your own wrong and right

for i have my own mind
and conscience right to bare
a will thats free and eyes that see
and loving heart to share.

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Oblique Void Universe In a Nutshell

There is no nothing
for what we call nothing
which is really space
is definately something
emptiness void abyss
all something like glass
from lights point of view
as we are as light to space
we offer eachother no resistance
and yet are as real as eachother
transparent matter to light is space
and perhaps as light is refracted
bent and reflected through glass
and transparent crystal
perhaps so too time, which is
nothing more than the motion of
matter through space also unknown
to our perspective, is also reflected, bent
and reflected on surfaces of spacial
objects creating multiple and changing
dimensions and timelines just beyond our grasp and view

and matter, is but tight loops
of energy caught in the mass of
thier own spin, and energy
but a wave and a wave
tantamaount to a sound
and what if that sound be the voice of God?
and we say but the vibration
is the matter and the void
and yet originated beyond either
and what be beyond that? be that God?
or is there nothing beyond nothing?
no nothing, an infinite soup
of voids as resistance free solids
housing thier own equivacle energy and matter
or something completely as of yet unseen
be there as yet some undiscovered medium, energy or substance
beyond in perceptive ability all
these forementioned things, be that
unknown, the foundation of the known
and so unknown revealed and known 
knows and reveals new, or at least
unnoticed unknown without limit, eternal
forever and always every and all things
or be all these things God
or consciousness assuming different
roles in a great universal play
like children playing
and do children not play in
joy and love
so are we not all love and joy?
endlessly playing together
playing out all possible possibilities
presently, now, right now,
now here, right here, nowhere, here now
loves endless imagination pictured
be it possible that all
existance exist within the
imagination of consciousness
of life itself, of all life
each and every no matter what and where
and what if all these forementioned things be alive
and conscious on some level
so what then
be life a dream
of existance or a choice
whats next?
its all immaginary lines, remove
them and all life becomes as
vital to one as ones favourite limb
ergo all existance or at
leastthe knowing of its existance
is a perfect circle the circle
of life thats it.
Endless imagination of the heart in love
and what then of eternal serenely tranquil peace, 
and what is peace but a sense of space
some sort of oblique void

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What It Means To Be An Empath

What it means to be an empath, is far too much to say
i surely couldn't say it all, in a single day

suffice it to say

an empaths life is frought with wonder and dispair
just imagine if you could feel anothers heart and all thats happening there
now imagine that there are two or three as well as your own heart
and now your in a crowd and yourself is hard to part

every little thing like the sounds of busy town
just with the emotions empaths can feel around

I am an empath
 i can see whats deep inside
from a place within your heart
you cannot see but i can hide
oh yes an empath knows you
like your own mother would
all it takes is a few seconds 
to see beneath the wood

you see everything thats human 
can be reduced to emotions see

you think your thoughts are hidden
they're not hidden from me

being an empath, is kind of like to be
on a rollercoaster cinema
with movies flying free
the problem with this is you have no control over what you see

believe me for an empath
lifes a very different street

empaths are gifts to the world you see
but sadly for the empath is hounding misery

to be able to see so much in others clear
and yet all advice and sights to fall on deaf ears

this is the suffering of an empath that makes a gift a curse
to have more work than can be done
and see suffering the worste

you see we feel so deeply, that your pain is our own
its our duty to help you, only listen to the tone.

This poem could go on forever, emotions have no end
but now i'll stop for your sake
i think you got the jist within the blend.

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Something New From Something Old

Let love be your conviction and all else may fair to the wind, for in truth the path or expression we follow serves only the purpose of love, to no other is purpose yeilded. do not be fooled into thinking that your mistakes are not opportunities to love, to be humble to be kind, for all things can with a willing heart be rent to the purpose of love, for those willing to love.

And know that we are all mistaken fallen things, and yet with the love of humanity that dwelleth within our souls we are perfected, each and every human being is a perfect creation of Iaweh, and she forgives and loves, man fell away from love, its time we all stopped trying to climb up to heaven and realise that we are all at the mercy of The Almighty. By love alone do hatreds cease, this is an ancient law.

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Courage

Real courage is something you find deep inside
When your down and almost beaten
When you rise against the odds
Against logic and reason and yet succeed
To cou rage is to rout it
To mercilessly dominate all of you fears
And plough forwards regardless
This is real courage
To hope in the hopeless
For dispair is hopes time to shine
To stay true in falsness
For falsenes is truths time of brightness
And love, what is love
To love the unloveable
To love in the face of hatred, this is true courage
To love in hope and faithfulness
So go and take from this more courage than you'll  ever need
Love without limits, hope anyway and stay true, love

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The Root of Human Suffering

The root of human suffering is this
we punish ourselves
according to the evil that we see
when we have suffered enough
we say, i have suffered enough
now i can be happy
or now i will allow myself to be happy
allow
which is to say that
happiness is our natural state
so then what is this evil we see?
obviously confusion
unnatural yes violence yes
these things exist
but evil, in and of its own right
no
that is a lie, a misperception of the truth
and what is the truth
open your eyes
we punish ourselves according to the evil we see.
according to our confusion until we are clear
this is freedom from suffering.

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The One and Only

Original, Ja is the original that never diminishes, s/he is love herself, the infinite, El Shaddai, Ruach Hakodesh, Ja, they are all one. What are we? we are but the limits of infinity, precious nothings in the womb of our great mother, wisps of love, fragile, delicate and cherished, know that when you look down you look apon yourself, from the tiny butterfly to the mighty tree, from mother theresa to judas we are all one, every single one, we need not even believe we need not even faith enough to achieve a breath for all we need is humility enough to ask or even just to wait, we need not know to pray nor food or time of day, Ja is the name all else is naught without Ja

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Flutterby

Butterflies do flutter by and
leaves quiver in the wind
wind willows along its course
a vortexual vacuum of air

air rains down in droplets of life
life is abundant flowering rife
flowers delicately spread thier seed
so whispful the wind is all they need

whispy seeds and whispy wings
wings of bugs spreading things
of every fashion and imagineable type
imagination the heart of life

heart is the centre of what we are
all things have one even stars
stars so bright inspiring life
such distant points in inky night

night the fall of the day
day be born then of suns rays
rays like warm beams of love
a moonlit night a freedom dove

dove of peace 'tween God and man
man measures all things if he can
the rainbows promise and ever span.

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Scattered Thoughts

it seems to me that many people will do just enough
in order to convince you to do what they want
just enough is not enough, for true humanity takes effort
earnest, persistent, constant effort,
and that kind of effort, rarely produces just enough.

war is an ugly bussiness
believe me in the end no one wants to be a part of it
EVERY slight, EVERY hateful eye, EVERY vicious word
IS AN ACT OF WAR
anyone who says otherwise is either insane or lying.

practice to get stronger, do not train until you break
war to die harder, if you must war, war as hard as you can
and die the hardest death you can find, this is how you win
but love, love always, even in war
nothing good every came of mindless suffering

people only truly listen when you come down on them
like a ton of bricks, interperet that however you will.

and why do people feel the need to give something back
rather than just recieve a gift, simple they dont feel they deserve it.
yet they still have the gall to ask, you may pity this person or even love them
but they will never be your friend, no one who extorts you based on deception and gall was ever your friend, no matter how pitiable they be.

one word thats all it takes, to make a life or life it takes
even in a dream love is real and its feeling lasts long after
always aim for the best your imagination can come up with
always and on occasion you will succeed
do any less than this and your letting yourself down.

firstly love yourself
but fall in love only with others

the only way we are going to heal our hearts and minds is
when we heal the earth, for they are the same inner and out

hold on to what is good what is pure and free
but let go of all the negative, let it go, do not put it on others
this is the only way to ascend.