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Just like you
I am doing my best
Holding onto reality
by it's fragile strands
trying not to drown
in time's quicksands
I'm holding
These days I feel divine,
there is a big awakening
happening all around me.
Tonight I know I won't slip
I will sleep in the mourning
With time's finger prints
all over my skin
Beautiful scars, mother nature's tattoos....
Inspired by a simple conversation with my poetic brother from mother earth!
Birdsong at sunrise
Rising sweet on the clear air
A hymn of morning
Everything is Living

Aug 9, 2016

Everything is Living
What’s dying is simply Leaving.
It’s passing, it will never be as it never was.
What’s living is unseen.
it is hidden out of sight.
Where where you when
He made the skies?
If you want to **** a man,
spill the insides.
Mankind has never been kind
To the Environment
and even to his own kind.

I saw God accused for giving us free will,
For this has brought us all our woes.
I heard Satan accused for Wickedness.
But isn’t it us misusing knowledge?

In this life.
the more foolish you are,
the wiser you can be.
The hunger you have
propels you to get more.
Unlike greed
which chokes your faith
And selfishness
which blocks your reception.
These two
will crowd your perception
Leading you
to your internal plus eternal death.

What is it that we don’t have in this life?
Is it the infinity of dollars,
Or aeons of time?

Do you know you can have it all
and still save your precious soul?
Or make a foul
and have it all to lose it all.
Including the soul
you never was worthy of...

I’m forever poor,
I’ll inherit heaven and earth.

Fair and fairer He is,
The goats will inherit the flames.
They once burned
with zealous lust full of pride.
But now
in their tormenting anguish
they can’t commiserate.
Chained to the depth
ov the ocean ov fire.
Forgotten
like their heinous names
With none to mislead
but their deceived and cloned children.
proses for the immortal souls
It's funny
we are made
out of dust
and we have iron,
calcium
and other minerals
in our bodies.
We are made
out of dust
and we self destruct
back to dust.
The flesh and its lust
Won't last
But the spirit
And its lusts will last...
How does it feel
when I hold you close
As I empty my remorse,
your love my comatose

If I overdose you
will I die from cardiac arrest?
Would you rush the paramedics
To try resuscitate me

I loathe love,
it makes me feel like a parasitical pest
Yet it also brings out of me,
the worst and the best!

I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you
I'd rather be forlorn
than being alone
Loves makes me whimper
like a child
When it runs wild in my weird mind

You hate nothing about me yet
And I loathe that you love him
It's not your fault, he picked u up first
And made you a guest in his wide heart

In my heart you already reign
And you call the shots in my brain
I wait for you like a train
And like much needed rain

Come wash away my loneliness
Drown my fears
And dry my tears

If I wait for you to stop loving him
How long will it take?
If I pray for him to stop needing you
Will you hate me for that?
This is a series for Emma The Immaculate!
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
Man from a worm
And the egg without a shell
Weak and feeble at the start
Yet mighty and smart at heart

He subdues all he sees
And sadly succumbs to all he can't see
Man mighty and glorious
But still plagued by the invisible

Who created life,
And filled it with strife?
Eat today to be eaten tomorrow
Lose today only to win tomorrow

Who thought of an eye
And all the things that surprise?
Or the tongue and the good food?
And the skin, which feels good?

I stand in awe
Because life is full
All the creatures
Are unique
And posses a great technique

Who thought of a man
And gave him this form?
Two firm legs
And two strong arms
Eyes above all
A mouth that speaks
And a mind that imagines

Imagine how easy it is to breath
Think, or to make a conversation
Who gave us words
Numbers, colors and what we own?

Who gave him this mind
One of a kind
He settles not
And searches everything

He finds meaning in the stars
And his mind runs wild
He finds meaning in the sounds
And makes decisions

Man from a worm
And the egg without a shell
Weak and feeble at the start
Yet mighty and smart at heart

Man from a worm
Made by the unseen
From the seen
A biological machine
And a house for ghosts
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