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...

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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...

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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.

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Some search their lifetime,

For wealth, riches  

And fame.

The exhilaration 

Of riches, fame, 

Compliments 

And flatters, 

All for possessions and a pay check.

They live their lives, 

Trying to gain worth, 

Through their name 

And pocket book, 

And status. 

Then when finally, their dream is fulf...

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Never seeing the light

Shown

We wither and decay

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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 

T...

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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.

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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

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It has taken ahold of me once more.

Basking and marinating;

my life is in limbo.

At a halt,

with a glance,

Hope arises,

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, 

so quick,

so painless.

So easy.

But where does that leave us?

Going fo...

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Two trees bending,
Heads touching brows
Under starlight,
Sunrise,
Sunset,
Moonlight.

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.

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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...

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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...

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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.

The thou...

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They think

I am on the outside

looking in

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

with understanding

in the constancy of Spirit:

is … was … and shall be ...

There is no sleeping!

And I wonder why they  peer...

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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...

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emons run

and heroes fight.

Doctor Doctor,

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.

Demons run

and heroes fight.

Take it back to the start as you tear me apart

memories piercing the fabric of my existence.

Demons run

a...

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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.

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