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Isaac Oct 2018
You are a soul,
Born inside a body.
You are more than
A clump of atoms.

You are precious
And valued by God,
Not a careless piece
Of his creation.

You are a whole world
In and of yourself.
Let your personality shine
In God's magnifying presence.

You belong with your creator.
Allow him to show you that.
He is ready to bring you close.
You were born to be with him forever.
Written 24 October 2018
Kada Oct 2018
God created everything with a divine purpose,
Nothing that has life is a mistake.
                                                        ­        -Kada
You aren't a mistake.
George Krokos Sep 2018
The pulse of all the universe is the vibration of Om
the primal sound of the Creator it manifested from.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Note: Om = Amen
Kelly Reagan Nov 2018
The life I knew, I do not know anymore.
The life I lived, is not like before.
Before you left, things made sense
Now your gone, the world is intense
Intense in the way that it feels like fear.
I want to feel sad, but the shock is severe.

It does bring comfort to know you are ok.
Though you’re gone, you’re not far away.
I can feel you the most when I am alone.
I can’t see your farce, or call on the phone.
I wish it me, instead of being you.
You would have known what to do.

Here on this earth, I am truly alone.
I don’t belong here, this isn’t my home.
For now I know I must figure this out.
With uncertainty, insecurity and doubt.

One thing that is certain,
One thing that is sure.
This is just a short stop,
It is only a minor detour
For something much bigger, grander and fine.
Some call it heaven,  the above, the divine.

I know you are there, and it’s a much better place.
You did your best on the earth, you ran the rat race.
Earth is not meant for a kind soul.
That’s why you left early, I am not whole.
When I look at the cosmos on the darkest of night.
I can see your light, shining so bright
Underyourradar Aug 2018
I , to whom thee attribute the massacre ,
I speak as your creator ,
Thee cameth to me o traveller ,
As a fickle narrator

For you **** me for your fate ,your condemnation
You attend to me as my foundation crumbles to dust
Your sentiment of zeal was mine own creation
You tainted it with your ambition , mutating it into lust

As the viscious cycle of your adultery reiterates
You indict me of being a silent beholder
As the heartiness and probity of my realm eviscerates
My heeds and warnings are met by your cold shoulder

Your embarkments of upsurge , and the subsequent collapse
Rendering my pattern blurred and unrecognizable to mine own eyes
now you stroll over a mine of your own traps
From my great design springs your eventual demise

Tis' not my trial you stand but shadows of your own that you face
As my realm scorches in your blaze, you drown in the multitude of my waves
For thee to elude eternal damnation
O traveller thee shall fade without a singular trace , dawn anew from disgrace
Hence shall come thy salvation
When I speak I create
Even without a magic wand
When I think I create
And my environment
Thinks like I think
Magic is an illusion
But power is real
And it is not in your hands
But in your mouth
One Word changed my life
Starting with my mind
Which is a powerful biological machine
That can either instruct
Or self-destruct
If overloaded with wrong instructions.
A man utters
Out of the abundance of the heart
And as he imagines so is he
Man is a thought
And thoughts are spirits
They work like cells
Unobserved yet effective
Possess your mind
And inculcate your heart
If you don’t
They will
When they entertain your mind with their demonic fantasies…
Words are powerful. Silence is golden, and speaking is silver.
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
pictures fall from heaven
and from hell but all this is one thing
bananas pineapples oranges
all the pictures are mine in this world
and this light is my eye
and your and your eye is my eye
and all eyes about my
and my eye and I'll trust you

I do not exist I do not have
in this world as well as you
I'm in your head you gave birth to me
but I gave birth to you I'm your creator
all around is falling pictures are rushing
from the future and past present times
soon time will fall soon time we die
But do not forget that it is already a long time
long ago as time has forsaken us forever

I do not exist I do not have
I'm out of you and I are out of times I'm out of time
bananas pineapples oranges and paintings
all this is the product of my eyes
and all eyes in this world are all my eyes
and I'm all your I'm your consciousness I'm your idea
you gave birth to me like the moon like the sun
and do not forget that I gave birth to you
that we all created each other
snow is snowing is snowing is snowing is coming

26.07.18
sunprincess Jul 2018
Do you know we as humans have limitations
For instance, our vision is limited

For example, let's chat about the Wind,
From where does the wind come?

Is the wind a material thing?
Does anyone physically see the wind?

Yet, we know the wind is here or there
We see what the wind does..
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