First was a demo. Second was a desire. Third was a demon. Fourth was a disappointment. Fifth was a liar. Sixth was someone who lost me. Seventh was a charlatan. Eighth was a Succubus. But nineth is a different Angel, My Angel.
My mind drifts so far away, My heart slows as it begs me not to stay, In this reality we are like cattle marked with a brand, So we must find our way to our own Never-land, We spread the our wings or ride our kites, We could fly by day or through the cover of many nights, A place we can go where we long to be, A place where our dreams play as they always longed to be free, Whether our Never-land is a Island or Planet, Whether its a house made of logs or a cave laden with granite, A place that is wild or peaceful and silent, A home filled with love or broken and violent, We all have a place we would rather inhabit, From the largest of foxes to the tiniest rabbit.
Beckon unto me with thine Angel-voice so soft In heavenly song that doest Elevate mine soul aloft Amongst the myriad of blissful keys I rejoice Alas! I've transcended to God's kingdom by the sweet sound of thine voice
Something I thought of while out on the porch smoking. Thinking about how I wish my ex wife would apologize for all the things she put me through. How hearing her say she is sorry would be music to my ears and lift up my soul. This is what came from that idea.
A Beginner's Guide To manifesting your dreams And achieving prosperity __
Clarify your end result Visualize with inner eyes Take incremental actions Watch angelic forces rise
Trust in powerful beings Embrace their loving aid Shape intelligent matter Forge reality - unafraid
Give thanks for all you use Enjoy each glorious day Accept, forgive, rejoice Reach out to help, and pray
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Everyone has talents and strengths. I've always enjoyed working with words and I'm so grateful for the gift and inspiration that allows these thoughts to flow through me.
I keep a huge list of possible words and ideas for future poems, but most often the most recent poem is sparked by something I see or hear that day. Lately I've been studying Geology and one of my books is "A Beginner's Guide to Minerals", and that was the spark.
Wouldn't it be helpful if we had a beginner's guide to prosperity? So, I wrote one.
It was an angelic action Used for lie detection Her appearance outwards Didn't speak her heart His heart descended on her Her heart pounded against his The angelic action did it It was an angelic action Only in appearance Used for lie detection Love confirming love
As the white of the day comes to a end She pays a visit, no more than a friend She knocks upon my door, peering in With a letter in hand, filled with sin A letter of condolence of my very own demise Frosts evil grin, she couldn’t disguise Death swept over me, like a soft knit throw Feeling the beating of my heart begin to slow Its ivory fabric encasing my soul The eggshell haze engulfing me whole
andrew. i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath. i almost feel unworthy. this person, this man- he's perfection in flesh and blood. i feel blessed. this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws. i nearly worship him. godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it. i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him. he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.