HOW we fear the judgment
upon death so near
The fear of sin
weighed against
eternal life
But through death
arrested is sin
for the dead
cannot sin!
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Monthly Archives: January 2014
THE DEATH OF SIN
MAN INFESTATION
IN the house of your highness
with a King always away
You’re the queen of all your senses
In all the countries of our world
So let everything slide off of you
all the stress and drama of days
Delete all man infestations
delay all the destruction
manifestation keeps the old world
and each new day will be your way
And in between all the confusion
call upon the unseen eye
that chakra of love be with you
and let love rein in blood and life
There is no deeper risk in life
than loving life and tasking risks
There is no deeper way than this
so rise higher than your world
the purpose is life and love is there
There is a deeper way
than what you know
and love — the seventh wave —
is the future and only way
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HOW TO DIE
GRAINS of sand
such is time
but a grinding mind
sets its focus
throughout its life
not how to live
but how to die
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LACK OF AMBITION
A CURIOUS thought
crossed my mind
that modern women
would strive to be
an equal to men…
this clearly
a lack of ambition!
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BROKEN ARROW
WHEN he says “I love you”
do you feel an angel’s breath
upon your feathered heart?
And when you walk hand-in-hand
do your feet glide upon heaven’s land
like when you dance in golden light?
I cannot partake in a poisoned arrow
that which I broke off from my heart
time has passed since we said goodbye
I used to say my soul was salvation
we use to play and sing in elation
those were times I keep inside of me
If he loves you like I loved you
I could not think of you as I do
Upon my hands I would fall to Earth
And the angels sing
a pardon for the heart
I can only say
my soul was my salvation
and we used to play
and sing in elation
And the angels sing
a pardon for our hearts
and the Earth takes a spin
just for us
and we can dance again
eternally at heaven’s gate
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SILHOUETTE
WE pretend
to show affection
beneath the lies
— Silhouette —
a hidden rope
around my neck
You could bring
me a diamond
But there’s no stone
harder than your heart
I could scream and cry
blood in a tea cup
staring at all
my spare parts
You took the treasure
of my heart shaped box
a figure of speech
only for those
who know ignorance
I would have loved you
more than life itself
If only the love you had
was better than gold
But now I cry blood tears
My tears of red fill
the porcelain tea cup
strewn around me
nothing but spare parts
I live within
a nightmare dream
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BONE CAVE
HUMANS think the house
— the only haunt
As though the wood
conjures the Spirits
of other-worlds
But the mind has rooms
which lurks some evil
a cave of skull
— the dark anteroom
sometimes possessed…
Our stupidity in all
that life contains
Barely a morsel
a nibble at best
Hungry for life we be
Escape from there
to here we run
so busy are we, finishing
So leisurely
we wish it be!
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HER FINAL SPRING
WINTER her final Spring
in bed ridden fashion
such life fiercely battled
Industriousness bought
through pain and tears
Through force of life
and broad strokes of art
travels she made
upon creative youth
And Death spoke, assuredly
but crept in delicate fear
and begged a pardon
— a release of guilt
Her flower withered…
but not from existence
a pollination across hills
to the fields of other-there
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SWEETLY BITTER
SUCH a surprise
that time brings
a larger span
of knowing
by existing
and living
That life at youth
— bitter sweet
but upon the bed
of death
— sweetly bitter
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