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Joyce Jan 2016
We might be the master
of our own thoughts.




Still we are the slaves
of our own emotions.
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
All the trouble in the world
And you chose here.
The millions of light years
It took for you to reach us.
Inside your golden breath
never dying but
Igniting streams of iridescent strings.

This one singularity.

Bated upon your lips
Are the deeds of
the Light in action.
The silvery bond
Holding us all together.

Yet, they will hurt you
they will plunge you into
the well of sorrow
with their apathetic glances
and stiletto tongues


But you are the crystalline Sun.
With the power inside
your rainbow colored eyes.

*You are the truth.
The shift.
The one.
A message for all the Indigo, Crystal and Rainbow
children and adults out there...wherever you are.
Julie Grenness Aug 2015
As the daily news  I was reading,
Here is the story that was leading,
Zombie spider slaves, wasp masters dictating,
Subsidised fake spider skills,
Wasp masters must be getting their thrills,
I sense an allegory,
Like humanity's history,
Teeming ants in a global rat race,
Pleasing some master's lack of grace.
Same scenario, different day,
Till you retire and fade away,
Who, indeed, are our wasp masters?
Come on, humans, work much faster,
Don't you forget to hurry,
Or wasp masters shall give you curry!

As the daily news  I was reading,
Is there no other news for leading?
Yes, allegory I was perceiving.
Inspired by daily news, feedback welcome.
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While I sleep,
I pray that an Ascended Master comes to me.
Just to tell me that they're there,
I just need to open my eyes truly and I'll see.

While I sleep,
I pray that my friends and family alive or dead.
Are happy where they are,
While I am happy in bed.

Before I sleep,
I'll write a poem wishing a good tomorrow for the reader.
Tomorrow you'll no longer be in another's shadow.
Tomorrow, you'll be the leader!
Goodnight all. Have a good night and good day!!
Mohammad Skati Mar 2015
I have no choice ,but                                                                                                 To admit willingly and greatly that                                                                         My pains and my sufferings are masters that                                                        Wake me up                                                                                                                 By day and by night ...                                                                                              I have learnt lessons from my pains and from sufferings                                       Simply because I am playing with this life                                                              Around us uncaring ...                                                                                               I feel painfully ,but                                                                                                     I am totally handcuffed ...                                                                                        I am surrounded with a lot of ugly pains and with                                              A lot of rude sufferings that crack my realm                                                       Anytime,anywhere,and everywhere ..............                                                      ___________________­__
Jamie King Feb 2015
Poets singing the same chorus pain torture, feeling hollow. vessels turned into shadows pen masters forever followed by sorrow.

Let us lighten your shoulders plant seeds of bliss in fields of decaying peace. Aid you in finding feelings you seek for and realise your dreams.

Diminish your fears till your phobias flee in tears.
Pull your words from the depth of blindness and silence to top and enlighten the sightless.

Let us make love be the signature of life in poems.
Brushes will smile when painting with glowing hearts.
Inspired by Poets and their tragic,sad,heartbreaking writes.
ShamusDeyo Sep 2014
Cryptic Phrases Fall upon the sand,
In late afternoon, Playing
Like  Old Words against a Memory.
Ethereal Images, of Old masters
Dancing Upon the Graves of Inquisitioners
Whose words lie Bate to Silence
...............JMF 1969
I penned this while studying the Spanish Inquisition in high School
In honor of the Free thinkers Martyred for Science

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Hale Aug 2014
Destiny
can either control you
or free you—
it is up to you
whether what
you make it do.

We,
masters of
our lives.
We
control
what we do
with them

Our lives
based on
our decisions.
However,
there will be times when
there is no choice

There will be times when
we will go with what is already there,
what is already decided for us.

— The End —