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SpiritHeart67 Apr 2014
And out of the Darkness and Chaos and Disorder has come something Beautiful and Magnificent and Eternal, that cannot be Damaged or Destroyed, existing only in a State of Continual Transformation and Becoming.
SpiritHeart67 Apr 2014
Love is Contagious,
In-surmountable & Unstoppable.
There is no antibiotic,
no cure,
for Love.
It cannot be negotiated
or destroyed.
It Just Is.
A self-perpetuating, unending well-spring,
that when fed,
will break through every dam
and drown
all that stand before it
with it’s Never Ending,
Life Sustaining,
Saving Grace.

And to think for most of my life i’ve not believed in it’s existence - In This All Things are Possible!
SpiritHeart67 Apr 2014
Monsters with many faces

Lost in so many Places

Where has it all gone,

In plain sight

Where am I

Where are You

It all slips away today,

Down down deeper I go

The further I travel the less I know

Inside Outside its all alone

Nothing left, the beginning all over again

Look to the left, look to me

No matter which way, You’ll never see

A place that exists never to be found

You run & walk but only cover the same old ground

It’s all sad, it’s all true

Nothing old & nothing new

Look at me, can you really see?

I’m lost I’m found, but never sound

No matter where we go the same is always found

I’m up, I’m down, I’m all around,

In the end it all comes back to me.

I want to know, I want to see,

Thru the mist enshrouding me

Left & right, I struggle, I fight,

Surrounded by the darkest sea & night

Thru the mist I strive to be

The monster inside that fights to be free.
SpiritHeart67 Apr 2014
In the Eye of the Storm

At the Center of the Whirling Vortex
do I Stand,

It’s Noxious Dust, Chaos & Destruction beset upon the land.

The Devastation
Laid Waste Before It
cannot of sense
be made.

When Man
has lost all logic,
and thoughts
of preservation tossed

thru the endless barren desert
we must somehow find
A Way to Cross.

When Words & Acts
are in Delusion
carried out
Life into Lunacy
it’s very Self careens,

Our means
of Course Correction left in Shaking, Weakened Hands.

A line drawn
in the sand
is where
Salvation’s found,
stepping over,
a move past must
for higher ground
be made

A surveillance point where the air
like our vision is clear,
no longer distorted, twisted, blind
by our own or other’s fear.

Only from this place can we look out to see
with Clarity
Another Future’s Possibility.
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