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Cordelia Rilo Sep 2015
Candide
with his mind full of optimistic thoughts
appeared before God with his arms held forward,
palms up.

God,
the large black man that he was,
leaned down to Candide,
his throne shaking the heavens.

Candide spoke softly
as to not upset the almighty powerful God,
"God," he said,
"I have lived my life to the best of my ability.
I have hurt no one and keep a faithful and honest mind,
may I enter the heavens?"

God,
having heard Candide's words
appeared very angry
and slammed his large fist against Candide's head.

His strength was so
that it plummeted Candide past purgatory
and into the pits of hell
where the Devil had been anticipating his arrival.

Satan,
the small white man that he was,
walked over to Candide laying on the ground,
hurt and bleeding from his fall and said,
"Welcome home."
Wendell A Brown Sep 2015
Let loves harmonies flow together
From the deep river which lies within
Let The life given waters from above
Have their moment of peace to begin

Let the minds and hearts we possess
Meld together always joining as one
Let the light of his heaven up above
Shine forth with its fervent blessings

Let it embrace this deep love we feel
Which inside us each day will reside
Let the peace of Gods blissful tranquility
Shower us with life rains from the sky

Covering us and gently filling our hearts
With his perfect selfless love deep inside
For his heavenly peace is now ours to own
Daily giving birth where true love abides

God's touch of grace will keep us pleased
If this love we feel we now promise to keep
Especially since He brought us together as one
Filling our lives with his beautiful harmony.
.
Wade Lancaster Sep 2015
From my mind to the keyboard
words that do spill
quill to paper
cursive sureal
imagination stirring
fantasy abounds
a bird sings from pine
flowers I do smell
a jet flying high above
white plumes it makes
writing letters to gods
on clouds they do lay
Suddenly and without reason I write.
Once upon a time,
I considered the possibility
that poison could make me well.

The thing is, it worked. But not
without the gods, and friends,
and brothers, who blessed me
with their love, and believed
that I could live.

Now, you see this thick curly hair,
and the way I dance with total abandon,
and you say to yourself: "Does she have
no shame?"
Nope.
She doesn't.

I handed that in one morning, here on
the prairie, and life has been sweeter
ever since. That wild dancing, you see,
is my form of prayer,
my way of saying:
"Thank you, God, for this beautiful life."
(The surrender,, as you will probably have gathered, was to chemo. It's been almost nine years now, and all body parts are still intact. Gratitude is my core.) ©Elisa Maria Argiro, August 17, 2007
Rockie Jul 2015
They try and make
Their subtle gazes
As quiet as possible
They're in love
And know things about each other
Whispered in ears
In the crowded morning sunshine
And secrets shared in the shade of the afternoon
Tepees made of duvets in the shadows of night
Lovers be ******,
Because they are granted the wishes
Of hopeless God's and Goddesses.
scar Jun 2015
I could show you such things as you never have seen
But I'd have to go back on my oath
An oath I never made, but which
Stuck with me, the most sacred of things
So sacrosanct that even to say the words of the oath itself
Would be to break it.
Rarely is holiness so raw
Yet when that place is found
When the moon descends
And the water rises
Something shifts: and the veil is slightly lifted
But only slightly, for
Personne ne peut enlever la voile d'Isis
Even if we know how
Especially if we know how
Yet sometimes, gods willing,
It thins itself slightly
But only slightly, and
We catch a glimpse of the way things really are:
The way things could be.
Kenshō Jun 2015
I remember what seems now like ages ago,
When teachers and distant relatives would say,
"You can do anything, just believe it and it will be so."

Then if that's the case:

I think I might like to fly over the hills with the sun on my back!
Or be able to wade downward through the ocean, with an infinite air sack.
Better yet, let me travel ten thousand light years away
To visit the worlds of distant bays!

How romantic could we make it?
Role-playing ten thousand ways,
Gods and Goddesses flaunt in play.

Meld like water and shift your display!
You are a magician of being, holding the skies at bay.
Rumble the earth and clouds, scream what you say!
The one and only, now and today.

I believe it was nice meeting but there was something I didn't say.
I must have skipped something and missed what you meant to display.
We passed so fast and were going separate ways..
Not a moment to last, did I even remember your name?

But somehow we were both aspects of the same greater force;
Traveling different paths but on the same ultimate course.
Could we free ourselves of our own baggage and recognize
Our brothers and sisters all as divine messengers of source?
-
Colten White Jun 2015
Honey lets drink the nectar of downtrodden ancient gods
until your limbs fall to ruble
like the temple of their lost worshipers.
Hold loosely to my numb hand as we loose our minds
in the fog rolling through our heads.

Let's escape.

All the legions marching through our veins,
doomed to death and resurrection,
oh how familiar we will be with that destiny
having practiced so many times.
When that fate reaches our time,
and we melt once more,
busts of ink onto the page in blissful atrophy.
June 4, 2015
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