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the divine flame burns
even in cold dark rainy nights
10w
i wish to remind you:

a single drop of beauty
can make the entire
ocean worth swimming.

this is the divine alchemy
that guides our footsteps
in a seemingly dark world.

the courage to speak of
hope while standing at
the edge of improbability.

it is irrational.
it is insanity and madness.

but it is what we are.
so rejoice;

and stand above the chains of
fate.

~ z.s
Kenshō Aug 2015
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Like a love song
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And ode to divine being - here and now
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A bird's song
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Joshua Adam Jul 2015
After searching for so long, I am convinced love has a heavenly source
emanating from my heart's chambers, but more powerful than any force
and when you share it with another, instead of having less, you have more
finding yourself with these emotions, and an imagination looking to explore

It's true, absence makes the heart grow fonder, another way that love shows
but I would sooner send a dozen roses, because this message every girl knows
escaping the loneliness troubling your mind, allowing a captured heart to love
then happiness will reign, worries disappear as you find yourself flying above

Love, a divine magic when reaching earth, creates a longing for another to be near
maybe a way for the heavenly world helping man to adjust, removing his earthly fear
humans are the most sensitive of G-d's creations, a few misplaced words and egos hurt
but love holds that power to repair, once again being able to reassure and bring comfort

So where must this love come from, acknowledging indeed that it emanates from heaven alone
but how can this be, having this power to heal, love must forever remain in a place of the unknown
perhaps then this is what it means when we say that someone is out of sight, but not out of mind
true feelings of love must exists deep down, a special love mixed with the divine, one of a kind

Feelings of the heart really emanate from our mind, it is the true place where all of our desires reside
so it comes as no surprise, why we'll never fully understand, because this love we seek is really inside
as the wind blows, and the sun sets, so too, love must forever remain a mystery of life never to know
Love is His greatest gift, unending happiness with us to share, G-d to beloved mankind did He bestow
The is a short poem describing where love is from and how it affects our emotional world.
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
Balancing Imagination with a healthy mind and spirit**

Were I to be given wings for a day, I would fly in the sky
not like all the other birds, I would fly way up high
with nothing to stop me, and the winds on my side
a chance to fulfill my dreams, I would now not hide

These beautiful soft clouds, through which I now fly
reminded me of this divine solitude, and a low cry
with plan and purpose, I thought my trip to make
but with the rising sun, I saw it was but a mistake

The heavens are His heavens, created for His sake
but the earth, to His creations, he let them take
even though way up high, that glorious bright light did shine
It was premature to traverse His domain, while not yet mine

Human spirit lets us imagine, the things we can do
but even an imagination, at times, we must subdue
our years in this world, no one really can know
accepting our limitations, seems the sensible way to go

If a healthy mind and spirit, you desire to hold
no question, surely more valuable than money or gold
the path toward its attainment is by finding the right way
by reigning over this, your imagination, long after today
A short poem about the power of imagination, and at times the need for its control.
Anna Krijger Jun 2015
She is a wounded goddess
who loves so deeply
that she was rejected
time and time again
What could make her see
The light that she holds?
This wounded goddess,
she is a Master of the Divine
Shaping this world
and many others
When you meet her,
look deep into her eyes and
awaken her soul
Your reward will be substantial
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
Just close your eyes, for only then will you be able to see
remove yourself from the limitations, true belief is the key
you must search for that which can see, but cannot be seen
but know that it exists within you, this, your spiritual screen

Perhaps we call it the soul, unhindered by physical limitations
helping us throughout life, despite preconceived expectations
yet few really wish to explore, this hidden truth residing within
perhaps afraid past indiscretions may surface, memories of sin

Yet we really owe it to ourselves, finding this true good is what we all seek
but without looking in the right place, our mood will forever remain bleak
we must escape the lies the world feeds us, only then will our journey begin
no longer seeking answers, because we'll find them hidden in our hearts within

So the only remaining hurdle we must overcome, is this fear of the unknown
but it seems in our ignorance, too often we think it resides in the twilight zone
then know that this world is but a reflection, imagination lacking clarification, and see
that this is why, more often than not, differences in this world are measured by degree

Guided by this light within, we can never go too far away from our true source of life
only then will we have the power to walk that divine path, by collectively avoiding strife
internal insights, as human beings, in His Image we've been created, we're part of the divine
that means we have the power, world redemption is close at hand, we need only read the Sign
This poem was written by the heart, and for the heart. If you stay in touch with your heart, then hope persists. If you lose touch with your heart, although it might still beat, you're far from being alive! Deep down within, lie the answers to all things. Deep within resides the medicine that mankind will forever be in need. It is the saving grace for humanity on planet earth. Collectively, mankind's only "backup" for nobility to ultimately save the Day--When that Day needs saving!
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
No one can perceive this depth of pain
like an open wound, flowing tears like rain
where any glimmer of hope remains unforeseen
with that withering leaf, no longer turning green

The world in which you live, you feel even more betrayed
like an invisible enemy, upon your emotions they preyed
looking for a small refuge, finding the shade under a tree
realizing that this too, was only but an exercise in futility

Needing an escape, you'll do anything to avoid the inevitable
but knowing to hope for a miracle is something too incredible
a way to change your life, to blend in with a reality that negates
forcing you to be what your not, this is how society manipulates

Give me wisdom or give me death, my drive in life refusing to conform
pursuing the dictates of my heart, earnest conviction to never transform
while the fool goes with the flow, youth blindly following others in their path
sadly thinking with this course of action they'll belong, failing to do the math

Why be a follower when you can be a leader, why take when you can still give
build your world above and create for yourself this destiny, don't be its captive
power of free choice, is a divine desire for us to reject evil and choose good
beautiful utopia awaits us, for all this good we've done, if we only understood

While the moral and right thing to do, is not always easily perceived in a world so dark
deciding the correct path to go can be a challenge, when absent your helpful bookmark
so keep this guiding light foremost in mind, if you find yourself at a crossroad of indecision
never give up searching for the truth whatever its cost, this to be forever your only vision
A short poem allowing a troubled heart to express itself
Of which sorrows—dear Poet—Thou never write?
This thunderous turmoil—that pierce Thy shadowed Soul!
This solemn raging—emotion's silent plight: 
 Tears!—Thy Sacred anticipation—to foul
Days emptiness—fulfilled with bittter, sweet,
Hopeful—remnants of The Eternal Empress;
Sailing the Infinite Oceans—where Muses meet—
To play harp melodies on our heart strings. Digress—
Never ! for the lonesome nights—from me—nor for the ****'
Fine Grin of Time stretching 'ur body fibres Songs;
. . . Know—I cherish Thou Gaze—Thou Immortal Wit. . .
Words must have failed this utmost yearnin'- indeed!
For ever 'n ever loving Thee. . .so. . .long. . .
For ever 'n ever loving Thee—So—long !
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Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
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It seems
That we know why roses bloom and why the trees are rooted deep in the fertile poetic soil. Mother Earth is loved by Father Sky. That's no secret.
And we were made by love for Love. . . For there's always a divine scent of love blossoming somewhere alluringly floating around with whispering winds. I would love to see you fly on wings of poetic creation. . . Playing with rose petals and green tree leaves.
We hear this grand symphony of life and light. . .Love. . .
And we are grateful!
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