Poetry Blogs (spirituality)
The darkness falls under my skin,
I hate my life and my soul within',
I'm trapped in my mind and I'm full of sin,
I'm fighting the devil and I cannot win,
Complacent thoughts are spinning around,
I hear His voice but there is no sound,
He showed me the way, the truth and the life,
The battle is won, I won the fight,
Come on devil your talk is cheap,
I've played my cards so read 'em and we...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 6:01 am
Live life today,
Like there's no tomorrow,
So forget about the pain,
And embrace the sorrow,
Life is a struggle,
That we all go through,
Searching for deeper meaning,
And contemplating whats true,
Beauty and complexity,
A trip through the divine,
It can't be mere coincidence,
It was done by design,
At first we are taught this is it,
The material is all that's there,
Then what is my p...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 5:54 am
Above The Light Of The Morning Star
Pity the dark eyed man who chases sleep.
Yet, pity more, the man who finds that realm
and dances with his friends, long gone,
then wakes to find such loneliness in his heart.
A father’s hand laid gently on his shoulder
or a mothers kiss to say farewell on leaving.
These are the magic lanterns
of the ghosts that are their ghosts....
Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:45 pm
Some search their lifetime,
For wealth, riches
Of riches, fame,
All for possessions and a pay check.
They live their lives,
Trying to gain worth,
Through their name
And pocket book,
Then when finally, their dream is fulf...
Monday 9th July 2018 3:00 pm
Never seeing the light
We wither and decay
Thursday 22nd March 2018 3:37 pm
I'm tired of being second best
I'm tired of being the one the world rejects
The husband wanted more so he went with the bridesmaid
& even back in primary I never got picked for the school play
Second best is a journey of progression
Always so close to the prize but then comes life's hard lessons
It seems no matter how much you want it and no matter how hard you try
Monday 17th July 2017 1:14 am
There's a garden inside of me.
It grows through my lungs
with roses and daisies.
It grows with my soul when it's touch by another.
Though it rains, though time it collapses
It's still there, growing roses and daisies.
With warmth and kindness, it's always there,
though storms pass and go.
It will always be there, my garden inside of me.
With the roses and daisies of my life within me.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:50 pm
I grow the interest to know who thinks me,
I am still and silent at first,
The breath moves, I am given life,
I am in it, of it and with it,
The same as you, I am
I notice that my form is a vessel,
But I am not my form,
My thoughts run like programs
But I am not my thoughts
my emotions are felt deeply
But I am not my emotions
My body a sensory interpreter...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:33 am
It has taken ahold of me once more.
Basking and marinating;
my life is in limbo.
At a halt,
with a glance,
and then just as quickly sets as the sun.
Moments are cherished
but then despised with a gun.
Feeling the chambers loaded with each shell,
the thought it so real,
But where does that leave us?
Friday 25th September 2015 3:37 am
Two trees bending,
Heads touching brows
Beneath; a pool,
Swilling softly into peaks
Of undulating rhythms.
And save for swaying, nothing moves.
Nothing has to.
Sitting on its dewy banks,
Time dancing on tiptoes,
So as not to disturb the hush
Of sunsets watching silent souls sleeping.
Friday 4th July 2014 1:27 pm
Lord is that you I hear calling laying me down softly as I weep
Lately my will has been falling I pray my soul you'll take to keep
You were the whisper ,my strength , and savior when I found myself on bended knee
The guidance in the dark times my beacon when I couldn't see
I'm sorry sometimes I doubt your plan as I wait for you to speak
When all along you were there a hand pushing me over t...
Tuesday 24th December 2013 6:47 pm
Owls hoot in the oaks
the jasmine is heady,
I look from the window
and watch them together
scoop the moon from
the shimmering surface
drunk & unsteady,
I almost believe
we'll be happy forever
I'm 54 and I'm ready.
I almost believe
we are marked,
we are blessed,
so I'm keeping the vigil
Tuesday 3rd September 2013 12:05 pm
Don’t patronise me because I have found spirituality
In fact I pity thee who raise a barrier to inner peace
Don’t let negativity come between you and reality
Just because the Papacy used scripture and literacy to control the catholic community
Just because Christianity causes a lot of controversy when taken literally
Just because science a...
Tuesday 5th February 2013 6:58 pm
Who needs paper to declare what your heart can?
Who needs a ring in place of a loving hand?
Who needs the approval of government or God
when two consenting adults hold the key to true salvation?
Love is the salvation that unlocks our potential,
marriage merely confines it to one form.
But if I were to ever conform,
I would do it for you.
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:08 pm
I am on the outside
beguiled by questions - scholarship - intellectualism
erecting barriers against the sleeping spirit.
But I say:
What a strange thought.
I live to learn
and learn to live
in the constancy of Spirit:
is … was … and shall be ...
There is no sleeping!
And I wonder why they peer...
Sunday 12th February 2012 1:37 pm
Walk softly, the old woman said.
Leave nothing disturbed.
Children and warriors knelt near campfires
to be warmed by the wisdom of her life.
They left no path through green woods;
thanked Mother Earth when they hunted;
prayed the good soil of their bones
would replenish what was taken.
I think of my ancestors when I walk in forests.
I think how this land must have been gracef...
Thursday 3rd November 2011 2:08 pm
and heroes fight.
Red Bull and happy pills...
yet still no wings to take flight.
I'm in a state of spiritual paralysis
dripping out fears in emotional dialysis.
and heroes fight.
Take it back to the start as you tear me apart
memories piercing the fabric of my existence.
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:45 pm
You seem to take a strange pride
in believing that it’s true
your land of invisible people
who only talk to you
you act like it’s okay to deride
such other points of view
as you’d dismiss as “materialistic”
and conjure up strawmen
like: we deny the awe of existence;
know enough to survive
you argue we are cynical
I’m cynical – it’s true....
Tuesday 12th January 2010 9:12 pm