“Ode to the silent thoughts,
of the yearning heart,
Thru the tears ever mourning,
The churning of the spirit,
Scorning of the soul,
Who’s fire keeps you going,
But, we tire of the toiling.”
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Month: February 2016
DOUBT
“Cherish the moments of undivided faith,
to each his own, will win the race,
I strive toward compassion,
In essence so pure,
Wondering whether the strength is for sure,
Forbidding the spirit, the knowledge they know,
Forgiving the moment of showing,
I cease to exist at this time.”
SIGHT
“Sight of soul,
can make you whole,
but do you really know,
how much you could glow,
how much you could share,
what your life could bear,
if only — you showed you care.”
FAITH
“Oh, heavenly Father,
keeper of my soul,
I cry for a shred of bliss,
The mystery to unfold.
Unrenounced to see the light,
I feel that my faith is fight,
So be that may, I come to pass,
I see the dawning of an afterlife,
That is so awesome,
It makes me feel — between.”
REMEMBRANCE
“What shall thee stand for”
How will thy remain?
Scattered memories to abhor,
Or cherished memories refrained.
Death among the living —
What will thy do?
A life seemingly unworthy,
What can thy do?
Remembrance of life gone by,
Although, you truly try,
A disheartened sad soul,
Wishing to meet thy goal,
How will thy memories remain?
GLOWING SOUL
“Love is strong, but never wrong,
For one who’s longing, is ever broadening,
When Love runs from, your very soul,
Somehow your being, seems to glow,
And if, you always, let Love flow,
You will find — that this is so.”
FATE
“I am a circle of my fate,
surrounding doubts to face,
The inner self seems to wait,
While the outer self intakes,
I need to come full circle,
With resounding strength of trust,
Oh, to feel the sweetness of your soul,
The never ending need to grow,
Knowing that it’s not too late,
To err — is always in our fate.”
CHARMED
“Precious be thine to your lips,
the kiss of love will always flourish,
longing to know the everlasting charm,
which brings us nearer to no harm,
cherishing us that do not waiver,
Holy is thou, for we are spirit,
Thankingly, known to somewhat favor.”
SEARCH
“Beseech ye not, for we are weak;
longing for the presence,
within our heart,
attaching always understanding,
longing for our search,
to take another path,
forwarding to the everlasting,
pain of redemption of our soul.”
Chimera
Love this, poems definitely are songs from the heart, like the psalms.
One Life
divided by speech,
warped by uncertainty,
prejudice, and fear.
The constant duress
of economic oppression,
that, doubting love,
creates our paralysis.
Miracles are not refuge,
but the fruit of conviction,
Epiphanies are awakenings
blooming in joy.
