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Your Eyes, In Every Life

I would know your eyes in every life
In every incarnation, I would find you
Part eight....
Megan Jan 2021
I don't why i punish myself
is it even punishment ?
am i being dramatic ?
is there parts of my past i don’t truly forgive myself for ?
i feel ****** up
i have ****** up but to think my life is not amongst the worst makes me even more depleted
..depleted, depleted
why should i be defeated ?
please help me ascend
i’m just a wounded soul, one of many
and i cant go round again
notes from a wounded soul, one of many
i hope this relates to you
Lou Vaughn Aug 2020
I wish I were as powerful and beautiful and mysterious as a storm.
I want to be the biting sting and soothing saturation in every drop of rain.
I want to exist as the current of electromagnetism that surges and scintillates through every bolt of lightning.
I want to be as elusive and unpredictable as the unsettled wind.
I want there to be no doubt I AM here, no doubt I WAS here, and absolute uncertainty of my return.
As  John put it
The incarnated word,
Saint Mary was entitled
To feed Her *******
And Hold, but whom
Juda the culprit
For 30 birr sold
Is almighty God.(John 1:1John 1:12.John 8:58)

Here it should pop up
To your attention
"God is with you!"
Saint Gabriel's to
The Immaculate felicitation.

So God,
Christ is a presiding judge
An inch do not budge
Hearing shallow teachings
Quite strange
Christ killers-turned
-Christ-peddlers on many
A religious forum stage.
As Canaan, awaits
Them a curse
For trying to belittle Christ
Intent to line up their purse.

On the cross
It was the incarnated word
That allowed the repentant
Shieftan on his right
The first greenlight
To heaven of course.

His sons'
Polar opposite deeds
Noah better felt
The visitation of  God
In Shem's tent.(Genesis 9:18-27)

Hence God's incarnation
That still reflect
Are entitled
Membership to the tent,
Which personifies
Saint Mary
The immaculate.

Thus, as the
Chosen generation
True to
Saint Mary's prophesy
Let us echo "The Graceful
And the immaculate!"
Evading Satan's
Yet another bait.
For one who reads the unabridged bible from A to Z Jesus is the presiding judge not a semi God
Aman Aug 2019
A day came to light....
Sun smiled....
Very bright.....
Showing his happiness...
Clouds applauded....
Started the decorations.....
Everyone got on with....
The preparations....
A beautiful phenomena was....
About to occur....
Heavens laughed....
And danced with all....
Of their might.....
They knew....
Someone special....
Is about to come.....
Which will make everyone.....
Freeze and stunned....
The rainbow.....
Guided the way.....
Plants and trees......
Were all happy and hay.....
The moon was....
Seeing it all....
From the windows....
Behind the curtains.....
At last....
The moment came....
A thing of beauty......
Came down.......
Everyone was amazed....
All around....
It was a beautiful....
And lovely situation......
I guess...
An angelic.....
Angel comes to earth
Avery Glows Nov 2018
Is this evolution we call—

Ppl becoming things
(so that)
things become of people;
Ppl becoming parts
(so that)
parts come tgt to
become people—?
Is that not what
all there is to life...
An act
parts masquerading as wholes
as hosts mastering over themselves
as us
at the center of this all
is the substance of reverie


at the core of this bawl
is the call of life.
Nov, 2018
Izlecan Feb 2018
Ecstasy mire in its own sorrow,
As if a ghost makes love to its shade.
The wooden door merely holds the knock;
Instead it punches out within the walls,
Dispersed as if a blow of clay.
There the sound hauls up a craft:
Foul of the wooden scent.
Just as it intertwines with cloisters,
The curves are lined into a  silhouette.
The mountainous fogs are sharpened,
The apex is buttoned and round.
The matter it is that shapes the core:
The mere marriage of soul and dust.
How a flesh can tease its craft,
As it gnaws on a clavicle(?)
The ghost sips on a river,
As if making love to its shade.
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