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The Raven she speaks with a proud cry
Among the bluebird and the butterfly
Saying words whose life I knew
Near open doors and gallant bleu.

Giving life to lovers true
Beyond say the tomb,  gave life anew.
Fleeting moments too few to savor
Mending hearts two bruised to hear.

Find my name unspoken trust
Near the ore, untempted lust.
Bring to have, hearts amend
Sacred love of thine, Dear Devoted Friend.
Written to commemorate the dedicated service of Elloise Guillory, HRSZ
April 26, 2004
Eloi Jul 2016
Endure into the golden room,
The promised land, the sacred tomb.
Disclosure, in the hidden room,
Time is dying, you will too soon.
The serpent is psychedelic,
The serpent is strong,
The serpant is holographic,
Endure into the room.
Ami Shae Jul 2016
My
Head is pounding,
heart is thumping,
my tears are flowing
and this of late,
is all I know:
Humanity seems to be
beyond control.
Humanity seems to have
lost its collective soul
and I honestly don't know
where I need to go...
Sometimes I think I might drown
in all the sadness
in all the pain
the torment and inhumanity
that seems to surround
me no matter where I travel to--
no place is safe anymore
nothing is sacred
or respected or revered
Humanity seems to have
truly and completely
disappeared...
noun; humanity:

1. all human beings collectively; the human race; humankind.
2. the quality or condition of being human; human nature.
3. the quality of being humane; kindness; benevolence.

{I guess I'm just sad}  :(
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2016
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Crystal sparkles—
From within, with ores,
Mineral, quartz, precious
Commonalities from earths
Core.  Wind has attempted
To make shy marks— falling
Sorrowfully short and water
Has edged and smoothed
By centuries too of trying.
This then was their show,
A kind of immortal love,
Everlasting by its trials,
As even the sun knows,
For a ley line, etched so fey,
Runs each wild orbs circumference,
Separates moss from clean stone,
Tracing the path of a star.
Reine Monroe Jun 2016
Don't speak of love to me , when you spew out actions of hate, selfishness, unloyalty & disrespect.

You say you love me,
Love child do you know what love is?
Love isn't a temporary feeling,
Love child,
My love & this love & God's love is forever...

You say you like the physical appearances of beauty my body is molded into?
What about the structure and the sacred mind of my mental?
My box isnt in need of fixing from a man or woman's genitals.
My heart & soul is not meant to be fixed by another beings hands,
Because 9 times out of 10,
That same being is willing to break them,
And those who are captive by man...

Dust is what you came from and dust is what you'll leave with....
I live by the Bible,
He knows all of my secrets...
Love child or better yet,
Sir or Miss...
Do not try to get into something you know you will **** up and not fix...
Do not try to get into my cellar of love, you will be lost,
Because Sir or Miss,
My love is a sacred love ,
A SACRED LOVE....is the best love,
I don't share my love with others,
Who can't find their own demons,
I don't share my puzzles with others,
Who aren't willing to gather their pieces,
I will not be defined by another being who turns their backs to angels that are here to protect them,

My love isn't an ordinary love,
My love is an extraordinary love,*
I won't give you, what society thinks my love should be about nor what the convicts think I should die for,

My love oh my precious love,
You'll feel it before the human race hits the floors....
*my love is my love, not someone else's love, but what God teaches me , because God is my 1st love*

SOURCE :reinemonroe
Barbara Vulso Jun 2016
I will walk to the edge of the world
Step, and a step, and another
Through sunny days and vineyards,
Smell of horse ****,
Spring flowers, bright green leaves
and fruit too hard and sour to be eaten

We will carry her to the edge of the world
Her feet soaking in the uneven strenght of lifted arms
In the salty water of the ocean
Sweaty armpits and wet foreheads
And still,
Scent of cheap wax and lavender

There will be dancing
Fast paced sad songs
Holy ***** of wide skirts and tight shirts
Blessed by the lady of the dark cave
Sacred mistress of thousand seas
Moonbeam May 2016
There's corruption here and all around the globe
At the hands of demons and a secret robe
A robe that covers the truth of ourselves
It's kept hidden on the Vatican's shelves
They don't want us to know who and what we are
If we did, they wouldn't have gotten so far
Sacred geometry
Free energy
How to manifest our reality
They control us with television and fear
Sending us subliminals hoping to smear
Our subconscious
Our love conscious
Replacing it with hate
They make us insecure while our egos inflate
Ego is hell if it's left unchecked
No one ever does it, that's why our planet is wrecked
Know thyself and you will see
What this planet can truly be
Beautiful and shared by you and me
The birds and the bees
The earth and the trees
It's here for us, to nurture and love
We need to be aware, not defile and shove
Chemicals in the dirt
Chemicals in our food
Can you hear the pain of the cow in the tune she mooed
She misses her baby that was heartlessly taken
She produces milk for humans but we are mistaken
It's not for us, not everything is
We can't smother and steal and make that our biz
We all deserve happiness and freedom to live
We shouldn't always take, we should always give
Our time and our energy to something big
Something that can benefit us all
Something that can make us stand tall
Something that's from our hearts
Not from our ego's survival smarts
We are smart in many other ways
That's why we need to nurture it before the end of days
Held in the hands of the women of the world
is all that was and will be.

In her tiny, newborn hands, reaching out,
feeling the air all around her,
is curiosity, openness, freedom.

May is always be so.

Our mother's hands hold
healing like none other, when she
is centered in her own heart.

May it be forever thus.*

Women's hands gesture, gracing our most
ancient and sacred of dances.

And drive trucks.

And do surgery.

And gather healing herbs.

*In the hands of all women is the healing of the world.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
La Mer May 2016
Your influence is unparalleled.
Your beauty is Divine.
Your scent is sacred.
Your voice is Spirit's love transformed into sound.
It is you who reminds us where we came from.
The infinite ... Where we shall return.
In your Womb, we are nourished and cared for.
In your arms, we are held and protected.
Strong, almighty, gentle (Womb)an.
Thank you, Goddess from before & NOW.
DIVINE GODDESS RISING
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