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On the darkest of nights When no moon or star is there to give solace You will awake There will be voices everywhere People are scared Running, shouting, and crying can be heard everywhere What is going on where are we? Then a man runs into view chased after by many others "Give me! You stole from me that day!" one of them shouts "But I love you mom" the man replies and they are gone from sight Massive creatures flow across the broken grasping demon like beings and flinging them to the ground. A shriek reveals a smoke being flow into the air only to be whipped back down by the rope of the creatures with wings. But where am I? Where am I going? Then just then a man runs by me with a smile on his face "Oh Beloved, Oh Messenger of God! You man come with me to that gathering." and off he runs. I turn and run after him not sure if he will disappear from my sight Then I see them The Beloved sits by the banks of water more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen He is all light and all of those around bear some of it. And by His side, His family giving the thirsty cups to drink The man I had followed is already through the crowd and embraces the Prophet with the biggest of hugs He is given to drink and takes his seat I run and stumble, Trip and fall Stop and consider that I may not be possible for me to make it But then He stops And looks right at me and smiles And hear Him even though He is so far away "You're almost there, just a little more." So I stand up and continue running Nothing can stand between me now Because I am not running for the water nor the light It is the cup bearer that has taken my heart And He is my only end.
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Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
On the darkest of nights
On the darkest of nights When no moon or star is there to give solace You will awake There will be voices everywhere People are scared Running, shouting, and crying can be heard everywhere What is going on where are we? Then a man runs into view chased after by many others "Give me! You stole from me that day!" one of them shouts "But I love you mom" the man replies and they are gone from sight Massive creatures flow across the broken grasping demon like beings and flinging them to the ground. A shriek reveals a smoke being flow into the air only to be whipped back down by the rope of the creatures with wings. But where am I? Where am I going? Then just then a man runs by me with a smile on his face "Oh Beloved, Oh Messenger of God! You man come with me to that gathering." and off he runs. I turn and run after him not sure if he will disappear from my sight Then I see them The Beloved sits by the banks of water more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen He is all light and all of those around bear some of it. And by His side, His family giving the thirsty cups to drink The man I had followed is already through the crowd and embraces the Prophet with the biggest of hugs He is given to drink and takes his seat I run and stumble, Trip and fall Stop and consider that I may not be possible for me to make it But then He stops And looks right at me and smiles And hear Him even though He is so far away "You're almost there, just a little more." So I stand up and continue running Nothing can stand between me now Because I am not running for the water nor the light It is the cup bearer that has taken my heart And He is my only end.
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Art is the realm of the soul Through it, it shares It shares from the dreams it has seen The dreams that will be Through it, it calls out to its sisters "Remember remember" "There was a time we circled A time we praised and sung A time we witnessed all Splendor Remember the taste of To You our surrender" So sing, play, draw all is His remembrance Oh sweetness oh coolness oh comfort Allows us a connection
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
Art
Go out and see I'm scared and cold They will hurt me Go out, they need you I am without shield, I may be hurt Attacked, sometimes you may also bleed but never hurt You were not made of this earth But He made you, a special creation Then He fashioned for you a shell The most beautiful of bodies made with His Hands Go out, this shell will not last, Go out and be as you always were And always will be "From my Lord's realm"
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Meegwitch
There is a thing that is between two atoms That cannot be overcome Despite the energy Despite the light Despite the song They will never touch They were not taught how to Between me and you there is no such thing Be you beside me In front of me Opposite of oceans of various hues You are still within me Beating Giving me energy Light Song
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Space
Sometimes I stop Deep breath Still the heart beat that seeks to escape this cage Deep breath Smile and continue This is how most of our conversations go My forefathers were farmers Hence I know how to grow things by His will But what does a farmer's son do with a flower He is shy of thinking about her But compelled to care There have been so many niches in this world And away He turned him again and again But here it has found lodging And rest And an abundance of His gifts.
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
My Flower
I am for you You are for me And what lies between us Holds so much beauty
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
You
I carry an imbalance in my blood That affects my brain That makes me feel What is not real And so I call its bluff I deny its anger Its sweating Its annoyance You are not me But sometimes it comes in sadness And its darkness almost drowns me I was the one built a swimmer So I keep going Praying for the shore
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
Imbalance on my heart
On the plus side At the end of it all, When I'm sitting with my feet Dangling over the pit of mount doom, If my heart is still attached to You, I will fear nothing
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
untitled
In you there is a light older than the occupation An echo older than all buildings and monuments It beats to the rhythm of acceptance بلى
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
The Soul