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Nov 2015 · 246
Yin and Yang
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
Begin with negative energy
Allow it to flow into the light
Let it turn into action
Actions directed towards positive
Never hold it in
Cause the result
Explosive in most cases
More Taoism
Nov 2015 · 208
The Line
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
Harness both sides
Always walking the line
Resting in the process
Much that is lost
Only to return differently
Now you understand
Your part of a great whole
This one comes from my affinity for balance
Nov 2015 · 196
Each of us
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
Living
In an attempt to be light
Forging through the darkness
Enjoying the journey to the next phase
Wrote this one bored at work
Nov 2015 · 186
The Light
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
They always seek out
Relentless in pursuit
Unearth spiritual gold
The masses will follow
Holder of the flame
Forgot the type of poem it is but it's probably my favorite form to write in
Nov 2015 · 648
Inner
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
Wicked ones they are
Stealing, Taking, Relentless
Forged in the oven of the spirit

Wicked ones they are
Unrelenting, Unreasonable
Like the wind, they make their own path

Wicked ones they are
Ruthless, Wanted
Bringing pain and life

Wicked ones they are
But yet we need them
For they are created by us

To tell us
To guide us
To lead us
Just my take on the feelings we experience everyday
Nov 2015 · 252
Loosen up
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
I try and try to hold
once more
But this is
different
                     "Let go..."
Like an owl spotting his meal
in the night
I strain to find the source
     "Let go..."
As clear as a cloudless
sky it rings
This time
Louder.
This one came to me when I was listening to a friend's problem
Nov 2015 · 261
Words
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
Search for a space in the sound
Insert another sound
Watch them grow
Become more profound
Just another poem that dropped from the sky
Nov 2015 · 179
The Journey
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
Empty
An endless void
I feel nothing
I know nothing

Then a luminous omen
Right before the bright bounty pours
Filling and filling
With no brim in sight

Something tethers to me
Another and more
No words are spoken
But it is heard loud and clear

Empty
Yet whole
No need to hold on
When everything is in your grasp
This is one of those poems that just came to me out of the blue. I love random moments of inspiration.

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