by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
change, christian, confidence, god, love, truth, wisdom,
I took a walk with God today,
His pace far more casual than
mine. His voice a bit softer,
calmer. His visions, far more
loftier, but not views to impress
me...more like, to bless me. Not
stepping to me out-stride – more like,
to lovingly guide. His tone to instill in me
self confidence, and not His awesome
dominance. I took a walk with
God today...met Christ along
the way – and together we made a turn
toward Home....
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
emotions, lost love,
The hollow eyes of love are never gone
They keep within the waves of trembled tears
From days so poor when love was looked upon
And one where the deepest pain adheres
They give my eyes of love such sad refrain
To think that love would ever be so cruel
And find it was illusion self-contain
When love so grand became so minuscule
To hold love once in dreamer's mind I've flown
And found the point of rest its final breath
To know I will forever be alone
Cry now as then for its eternal death
I found a love to hold and saw it die
Inside depth of darkest pain, I ask why
7/29/17
by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
faith, happiness, inspirational, love, meaningful, perspective, wisdom,
Spiritual law of attraction: one can only receive by giving. One has to become love, if to know love for reception. What we hold in our consciousness is who we are and what we attract. Walls are all we think we know...better to live from a clean slate. Letting go opens our hands (hearts) for spiritual grasping. We are born dying obviously. It is not for death but our only way to life. It is illusion, the doorway not empty, not a space to pass through, but, in fact, a dimension of less encumbered being~ one dies to live dies to live...there is never lives to die. No darkness in creation...if anything, there is only self keeping out the light.
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
appreciation, blessing, life, self, thanks, time,
I’m grateful for the sun
which shone on younger days
The days of scurried heartbeats
and butterflies of love
And for the carefree hearts
on beaches of my youth
The nights of clothes and cars
and bars of clubbing beats
I’m grateful for the sun
which lights the memories
of newlyweds with king sized beds
and never-ending dreams
And for all the glory days
I’ve lived and loved, gone by
Yet, as I know sun still
I’m grateful for the glory days of now
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
appreciation, beauty, life, longing, love, night, spiritual,
'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…
the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn
a moon garden vigil
bearing witness to your visit
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, beauty, imagination, introspection, longing,
I am a lady
In a white dress
My desire only to be softly caressed
So I take my paint brush, and delinquently paint
My face that pleads let love become quaint
I confess to my brushes
Let a man stroke me
With eloquence and grace
As he gazes into the love on my face
La fenêtre you see that I paint so clear
You have to climb in through it
To hold me so dear
Can you not see into my soft sad lonely eyes?
I desire myself
Wrapped inside of you
On canvas
I shall paint forever
Myself
That never existed
by P.M. Richter |
Categories:
image, self, spiritual,
grace will find you
when thoughts fade away
crushed with unbearable grief
"losing your mind"
suffering during a dark night of the soul
the ego crumbles; revealing the light
your soul consciousness
"finding yourself"
directly experiencing the divine sense of oneness
where everything is connected at a deeper level
there is but one consciousness appearing as many
"awakened"
breathless views are available with inner focus
crossing a chasm with one final leap of faith
you become blissful; radiating like the sun
"experiencing enlightenment"
revived with a new perspective
humans are never perfect
but our pure being is
"love"
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
heart, love, wife,
My love for you is magnified
By the curvature of my tears
I'm lost within the corridors
Of my loving you all these years
My tears are not filled with sadness
They are permeated with joy
You have helped me become a man
Who's connected to inner boy
Within the chambers of my heart
My true self has now been revealed
When you live beside an angel
There is nothing that can't be healed
I dance within our memories
Anticipate the ones to come
You're the source of my happy tears
I don't regret a single one
For Flo's "Sing to My Heart Contest"
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
love, self,
a fantasy land
dreamt up by sleeping child
a peaceful magical place
where self-love is born
imperative to her soul
by Kyle Kriticos |
Categories:
bible, uplifting,
We are taught not to judge but how far does that go?
Yes, we're all taught to love but how much of it shows?
We like to throw stones at the devil's scapegoats
Yet the ears that will listen are hearing this quote:
"Judge not lest ye be judged", and isn't it true?
Or are some people so bad that our judgment is due?
Did you think that salvation was exclusive to you?
If you light fires of judgment won't you be consumed?
I can't speak for you but I don't want to judge people
After all, under God we are all loved as equals
When I join the accuser and his self-righteous band
Somehow I can see my own sins in the sand
by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
abuse, anger, betrayal, emotions, psychological, spoken word, truth,
Why do people, want to cause
Other people pain
Where is the Love
That will break the chain
Someone says something
Then it's tit-for-tat
I've played this before
We all know the score
Now who's up at bat
I think it's time, for us to play
The self healing game
Before there's no one, left
Around to blame
One that's more thoughtful
And much less insane
Let's reach for the Sun
And help everyone
Come out of the rain
All we have, is this fleeting chance
To get this right
No time for jealousies
No time to fight
Don't say, that you're sorry
Don't seek to forgive
Just start here today
And throw it away
And learn how to live
by Skat A |
Categories:
absence, cry, desire, feelings, moving on, sorry,
"When returning love, becomes to Late"
Fantastic,
From her eyes
His name the name
She mumbles silently
3 rivers, 3 years, 2 many tears
She loves him endlessly
Sending her soul
A free feeling,
Finally, he fell
Engaging, equal to the spell
Morning, mountains and more
Move across a new age moon
His heart happily
Traveling towards hers
Dashing dandy, onto her dinner plate
Too long she waited,
She's not hungry, her heart self healed
3 rivers 3 years 2 late
Her tears faded his rusty name
SKAT
by Anson Decker |
Categories:
hope,
Blank white paper
Infinite hope, endless promise
An inspirational instrument
The artists canvas and lawmakers device
How an absent lover expresses love so precise
So much to say, I’m intimidated by its potential
Fearful to express my true self to you
Or to people exponential
Fear is a disease
A disease impeding me from being me
Blank white paper
A horrifying shrill to action
Blank white paper
My call to create
Channel your optimism
Divorce your pessimism
Summon the courage, others will follow
Allow your new future to begin today
Reveal your dreams hidden by white ink on
Blank white paper
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
childhood, life, love, passion, places, time
Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day
by White Sage |
Categories:
anniversary,
Thousand years! Thousand years it is
Long living like the undying breeze
Deep down my self, deep down my ease
In the thick bark of my heart a love does exist
Thousand years ago
There exist for my mood, a flower that glows
Regulating my heartbeat and blood flow
Raising my guts up and down, in rows
Making my emotions like trumpets blow
Thousand years! Oh so long many years
And I can still feel the pricks of her lovely spear
And the scent of her placating presence, like roses very rare
Oh thousand years, and the love still exist, yes!
I still love you, till forever nonetheless
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
art, creation, deep, humanity, inspiration, life, symbolism,
Dark Earth Folds In The Heart's Red Bloom
You and I and all we do
Know not, til our hearts are through
The press of life, what things we be
Root or leaves or shade of tree.
You and I and all we seem
May be but as a drift of dream
In the eyes of One who gave
Self to love and love to save,-
Yea, all the deeds that men have wrought
Mere flower of dream, flame of thought,
Break of waves on a drear shore,
Scent of the wild rose on the moor.
Yet we have seen, and hold it sure,
That out of shame come forth the pure;
Dark earth folds in the heart's red bloom;
In vain, we build the soul a tomb.
R.J. Lindley
1976 or 77 ?
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
how i feel, memory, nostalgia, time, travel,
Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the records on my shelf
Just flip a switch and there I am
A version of my younger self
I turn the beat around all night
In memories of Disco shoes
A fever boils inside my brain
Love for the night is mine to lose
Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the clock that haunts my wall
The tick and tock now tock and tick
As I drift back and have a ball
As pages turn in rhythmic flow
The photos in my book agree
It’s just as though I’m really there
Another sip of wine for me!
by Edward Orozco |
Categories:
art, heart, heart, love, me,
Cold words fall deaf upon the joyful heart
A memory keeps its meaning until death makes it no more
Her brush always spoke to me, her canvas was my souls imagination
Her soft lips, her beautiful eyes never will I forget for with her I became a man
A nightfall always brought dreams of holding her, I love her
She paints to the song that plays over and over again in her heart
I miss her more than ever
I weep to the heavens and call her name, yet she is absent from my eyes
All I have is the memories, which only God can pull from me
Her kisses always rose me to the highest point of my self love
When she held my hand I floated carefree
I love her, she is my heart and I will always remember
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
death, emotions, grief, heartbreak, loss, sad love,
I beseech the shards of my shattered self,
as recollections collect with a jagged edge,
for a softened reflection of a dream in smithereens
to sheath this sunken cheeked shadow
lost in the mirrored fragments
of hollow-eyed tears.
Susan Ashley
February 12, 2019
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Contest: Capture That Emotion
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories:
social, day,
Bruises disappeared, cuts and scratches gone
The scars inside will never heal
The roses are beautiful, your promises empty
You'll never know the way I feel
Self esteem removed, dignity stripped
Emotions drained, each day the same
How pathetic can you be to think
Somehow, some way, I might be to blame.
A horror story not fully told
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
A love so warm, now so cold
To be so high, then sink so low.
The battle rages on, each day the same
Our dreams and plans have turned to dust
Why is the pain greater, also the shame
When it's someone you love, someone you trust.
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
faith, life,
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8, KJV
R ejected ungraciously at a young age
E jected right away
J ust what were they thinking?
E xcluded from a family's love
C aring move for self, not the child
T ell me how did you fare in your life's quest?
I gnorant were they just like Jesus said on the cross
O therwise they would have held the child very close
N ow I understand and forgive releasing those feelings so I can live
A little tidbit about my life. Forgiveness is the key.
by Robert Allen |
Categories:
patriotic, political,
Encased in inch-thick glass, Assange displayed;
The plaque upon his cage reads "DISSIDENT;"
The withered man in court is laid;
Imprisoned corpse announcing precedent.
To those "who hold these truths self-evident,"
Behold the Press awaiting punishment;
To be delivered to your government,
The Law so torn in wreckless brandishment.
Abuse! And ursurpation! Tyrant! Swine!
One Nation under God? Or under You?
Your boot does stamp upon that dream of mine
Believing "We the People" to be true.
Reclaim Your soul! For God's sake free this man!
Redeem the meaning of American.
https://www.truthdig.com/articles/the-annihilation-of-julian-assange/
by Michael Jordan |
Categories:
faith, hope, life
To love that which can not be loved
Is to accept grace from the Lord above
To hate that which should not be hated
Is to let one’s self be eternally degraded
To think that which should not be thought
Allows your own soul to be easily bought
Most things in life are very easy to see
If you hold simplistic views like me
“It is what it is” and it always was
The reason why, “Just because”
What shall happen shall come to pass
Accept it gracefully and show your class
As you live out the story of your today
Let Jesus Christ guide your way
In doing so you will be able to see
The Lord guiding you to eternity
by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories:
allah, beauty, deep, desire, inspiration, longing, magic,
How I long to see me
on a walk of possibilities
a journey of rarity
a world of no worries
wide opening the gates of boundaries
the mind lines crossing
the heart chambers stretching..
***
Set on the branch of my heart
rest with your Love
feel home and feed soul
My senses I would close
My mind I would set loose
A sweet surrender
the Self wings carefree..
***
How I long to dream of me
detached as I could be
One and only me!
sweet and true be!
No sound
dares a quiet mind
or mutes a heart’s glee..
by Dm Babbit |
Categories:
angst,
It's a cold, cold heart
that cannot feel
someone else's pain.
It's a heart without feeling
that averts its eyes
to the ravishings in the world.
It's a self-centered ego
that feels the nothing
but its own need to be noticed.
It's the turmoil of the heart and soul
that never knows
what it is to love.