poetry
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Crepuscular rays of angel light lighting up the sky with delight, up Jacobs ladder we take flight to claim our divine right, optical rays so ethereal light up my heart so surreal, how moments like these appeal this is spiritual, this is real.
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Elevated projections Subconscious perceptions Avoiding the deceptions Through severing media connections. Raising our vibrations Quantum mechanical citations Seeing all the beauty Through optical dilation. Frequencies of being And universal freeing Of the luminescent soul Can mark a new beginning. Aspects of humanity A source of our spirituality Defining our reality Of dualistic cosmic life.
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War games Bloodshed Atomic end. Volcanoes Earthquakes Tsunami Environmental end. Shots fired Bombs explode Bodies on the floor Man made end. Many different ways To our extinction . It does not have to be this way We can make a change Share love, share peace And do not be afraid. She’d light through life Connect…
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Cradled in a stable place Somewhere among the stars in space, Lullabies among astral beings Cosmic galaxies are spinning, Ryhms, rhythms and frequencies Healing our universal tendencies, Connecting our conscious reality Into unified transcendancy.
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Covered as if under a blanket barely able to breathe, this polluted air hanging over us globally, is formed of pesticides and various other nasties, that make us choke and barely able to see. Tread carefully my friends when the time comes to vote, who is offering a chance of clean air and a future…
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As calm as I look Chaos rages inside, As peaceful as I seem rages can rip through me, as tranquil as I may sound there is a fire burning within, all you are perceiving is external so your judgement is flawed but the reality lays within sealed behind a closed door.
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We drip colours like an artists easel, we are shade and hues like abstract paintings exposing issues, of a complex mix of duality based around darkness and light, sometimes exulted, sometimes contrite, a composition often based in the conceptual stance of fight or flight, often cowered in fear hiding in shadows of the night, but…
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New day new challenges, working along side the checks and balances, of a life of duality between the stressful moments and the happy things. A new day, a new slog, stuck in the mire or raising aloft, our spiritual being like a shining light, or struggling through the darkness like an endless plight. Choice is…
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Tears I shed for humanity Will not be eased, Because the suffering Will not be appeased By those focused on power, war, and greed, And everything that we need Is all wrapped up in love and peace And no amount of political belief And religious dogmatic hypocrisy, That comes up short to spirituality That sets…
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Like a puppet that’s controlled Or a machine that has no soul, I won’t be a victim and let let it take a toll, Of my being, of my spirit, I will not be oppressed, By anybody who thinks they are above me We are all equal never less And they may may think that…
fauxcroft 