Poetry Blogs (spiritual)

When he truly loves himself,

Accepts himself as he is,

Why does he need approval, 

From anybody else.

If he is secure,

The critics don’t matter,

He knows where he stands,

Controversies don’t last.

If he truly loves himself,

Then why does he need convincing,

To prove to him, only what he can.

For if he is secure...

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grassy green pastures,
brown skin pastor
singing rhythm and blues 
about the crimson red flow 
that makes me and you 
white as snow

snow, fades as it melts 
but the sky is left 
with a colorful belt 
that reminds us that this green earth 
will not drown in muddy brown waters 

let's sing the rhythm and blues 
about the crimson red flow 
that makes me and you 
white as snow

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I fly the birds around this place

We chat amongst the trees

The wildlife up in this place

Contains a rainbow breeze.

The truth rises to the top

A quiet frozen mountain

I fly my birds up to the top 

To chat and to surround it.

Discussing the monopoly,

Folks with greed in mind--

I'm the messenger of truth

Sending my birds to fly.

The Greed-ridden dictators 

Own...

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Coffee for Two

the coffee shop overfilling and ringing

with mirth and memorable conversation,

floating and finding ownership in the

crooks and crannies of the enclosed room.

no longer smoke but steam.

spent words between friends and strangers alike.

the aloneness cuts through and slices

the moments like a dark dagger cutting

through the thick fog offered up by the

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All sides, when darkness me envelop
Hopelessly, when unthinkable seems hope
A chimera, when the abyss
With saw-like teeth yawns
Expectant me to drop,
To cling on, to cross over
There is a tight rope
God-for a single second
That doesn't stop
To emerge atop
Up all problems that pop!

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Warning, not for the light hearted, contains very strong poetry concerning the darker side of seeing.

Thought I may aswell open with something dark and hard hitting, take the warning seriously though and be aware the Poem is about true life experience.  

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tLS__ATuS4

Please feel free to post comment/ critique.   

Thankyou 

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The soul of an artist,

famine or harvest.

An exercise in extremity,

symmetric serenity.

Raw yet crafted

a tool made from bone

fleshed out by interpreting existence.

The soul of an artist,

famine or harvest.

An exercise in extremity,

symmetric serenity.

A fusion of real and surreal

a soulful symbiote

intertwined with their ver...

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Some days, all we can do to see a wider world
is lie quietly in the sun, faces curved to sky,
watching leaves drop color and die, as clouds
paint a bleached collage of our other places.

All this radiance and warmth must surely
reach something deeper than skin,
higher than your mountains and stars,
less broken than my in-between lovers.
Yet, why does the wind winter swiftly?

If...

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Hope is ...

Carried away on ocean tides.

Treacherous waters,

surround the lighthouse.

Sometimes wounds bleed a darker red,

staining blurred snippets of memory,

from impoverished depths.

Bubbles rise to the surface

pouring out bottled tears.

Rotating light shines,

illuminating the edges of sadness.

Waiting to rescue lost souls

and abandoned ...

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