Poets
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All governments with the blood of Syria Upon their wretched hands, Also religious terrorists may you know that you are damned. For women and children killers you are all to me, Their will be no repentance, No matter your beliefs. For if you served as rebels, army, or governments, You simply served darkness and death.…
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Blood everywhere And nobody seems to care, As long as these suffering people, Don’t come here. They are portrayed as terrorist Yet they are the ones that die, One man’s terrorist is another’s freedom fighter, I can’t help but think this aloud. It’s hard to know who the good guys are in this theater of…
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Glistening as if powered by light, Shining bright with so much might, Promising hope and faith to all, Who hearken to the starlight call. Light that is divine and full of grace, That illuminates and guides our way, Through universal conscious being And shares new enlightened feelings, That enables transcendence to begin And puts and…
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A last serenade in Syria to our humanity, As we hear accounts of people being killed and see bodies on the streets, harking to a new massacre the worst of this modern age and massacre of the innocent, with many governments engaged, funding all the rebels, created to persue their policies, in a theater of…
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Battered on the rocks of life among the surf and spray, looking for inlet or cove or maybe even a cave. To shelter ourselves from the onslaught of natures harshest storms, parts of us are wounded by life in places tattered and torn. It is like our lives are close to being shipwrecked on the…
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Riding on celestial waves drifting in and out of nebula’s, like a we are hallucinogenic and crazed. Racing through cosmic storms and chasing shooting stars, being towed by comets, taking us to galaxies near and far. Tripping into quasars, building up our energy fields, riding along on crystal sheets, on far away distant satellite moons.…
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The morning cold, Chilling your bones, The silence of a place, Far from home, The endless stream, Of muddled thoughts, Words in the mind, Confused, contort, Into a vortex of nothingness, Yet convincing self You are blessed. You muster yourself For another day, In this alien foreign hide away. Dreams of home, And longing for…
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Resonating images, Of light, love and peace, The aspects of our life, That seem to far out of reach, As we are distracted By materialistic things But of all the things money can buy, These three things it surly can’t, And I’d rather live in light Than I would live in dark. I’d rather live…
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Some years back I read this series of books. It was the first real series of epic fantasy novels I had read. I have to say I lived and visualised every word and page and when I finished it my life seemed a part of it had gone. That’s when I realised the power and…
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He had a gift, He could see into the spirit world, Could see angels in the divine unfurled And he used this to do the worse thing a man can do, Made an angel fall then choose, Between the world’s, The realms in which to live, Then when she chose to shed her wings, He…
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