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Colm Aug 2017
A river flows beside a tree
Which grows upon an earthy hill
Both strength and beauty can be seen
No need to hide
No want for veil
And the word of God flows underneath
As the river runs
To foster all which growth entails
So enter in lovers embrace
And share in the water
Drink it deep
Both when it flows and when it speaks
But especially when it stands still
Little secret about me - I always write a poem when I'm at a wedding that matters to me. Just a little something I can give to the couple later as a different perspective on their day. Enjoy (if at all possible).
Zero Nine Jul 2017
It's as if
holy
work
is always
in progress

By design,
lifeless,
birth
is always
in progress

By design, the petals of glass
shatter in champagne, it's
By design, the empty glass
leaves open air for

for crystal black.

It's as if
life grows
great
with divide
by design

I inhale.
You breathe
out.
Done fighting.
Wind up dead.

By design, our lungs sputter black
past accomplishments, it's
By design, we embalm the dreams
we see as meaning, we

keep them.

we keep them.
End.

See you around, space cowboy.
Cherry Eugene Jul 2017
I know you before you knew,
It was an unexpectable moment the time I met you.
I'm not lost nor broken,
I'm used to be happy and not asking for more token.

That night I heard your voice,
It's like an angel to me and I'm overdosed.
The voice of an evil inside you was unheard,
though you could be the pain in my chest and in my head.

Blinded in all the **** that you do,
You said you love me, well, I don't know and I don't care, I just love you.
Even though you treated me like a trash,
I will still forgive you fast like flash.

Your laughing eyes were such a beautiful scene,
The wicked you, was unseen.
And though I know all of this is not right.
I asked God, that please he protects our love with all his might.
Nhlanhla Moment Dec 2015
Father do you see your children?
They are searching for promised Eden
leaders where are our answers?
We lie sleeping in the illusion of justice
We wake and search for our liberties
but our youth is poisoned with ill ideas


The mother cries that she cannot feed her daughter
The provider worries about health as clone animals are slaughtered
We worry about dehydration as chemicals leave our waters doctored
Drugs and guns create a society that is insecure and faltered
Young brothers who have received little education and truth are martyred
Institutions limit us to transparent information about how it all started


The Weeping Eye reveals the hurt and all that leaves us ill
The Weeping Eye divulges elements that disturb our free will
  The Weeping Eye unmasks the men in suits who freedoms steal
The Weeping Eye opens the mind to the wars that leave us imprisoned
The Weeping Eye shakes us as our innocence dies
How this eye frustrates ambition as you find it hard to fly


hard to fly in a world that leaves you mostly to cry
Cry for you have no one by your side to help the pain subside
which side to reside as the colours of flags leave us blind
Nowhere to hide as our homes are surveilled and we're made to bow or they'll have us tied
tied and locked in that place which is of darkness inside


The Weeping Eye will change your mind
When we're left to pick cults and sides
When the big picture is not seen of divide
Divide and keep the hate alive
These tears should uplift your consciousness
these tears drop to ground and form into a mark of sound
a sound which is a voice
     the voice that compels you to make a choice
to be the rhythm of the Light and not of the Darkness noise

The Weeping Eye is a window and a reveltion of you and I. That soul is eternal and freedom bound.
aryanalynae Jul 2017
sighing through the evening,
i can't help but feel that sigh.
i'm pausing for a moment,
but the moment passes by
Colm Jun 2017
She is a portrait in my mind
A canvas of flesh and blood
With an ink stain upon her chest
Where her heart still beats steadily
He life turning like the ocean
Her eyes as stead as the water underneath
She is a portrait and yet a friend of me
And by the sea she will always be
About the dream. Not the human. You've been warned. :p
Lead me to the Cross, Lord.
Where You poured out Your love for me.

Lead me to the Cross,
and crucify every selfish, prideful
part of me.

Lead me to the Cross, Lord.
Oh, bring me to my knees.
That I might surrender my will
to Yours,
seeking only Your heart to please.

Oh, lead me.
Lead me, Lord.
Lead me.
To the Cross.
That in dying to my Self,
I might truly live.
Truly live...
for Thee.

Lead me to the Cross.
Then Jesus said to His disciples, "If anyone wishes to follow Me,
he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me." --Matt. 16:24, Holy Bible.
Dharker Jun 2017
She'll make you believe in
failure-
Causing bad vision

Blurring your thoughts

Poison your decisions

She snakes her way in,
Seductive and smooth

You fall into her eyes

Not feeling the chew

All the way in,
Crushing your insides

Surrounded by darkness

Having no time to realize

Your worth
You given to her
Talent can be built up or swallowed away
Paul Jones Jun 2017
The sun is just as      passing as I am,
but there's light in days     that helps a world grow.
18:00 - 08/06/17
State of mind: deep thought; meditative.

Thoughts: from feeling - the smallness and powerlessness of being but feeling, simultaneously, connected to a greater meaning.

I just woke up - possibly still connected to threads of my sub-conscious.

Questions: Are we like the sun rising in the east, setting in the west? What light shall fill this day?
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