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Samara Nov 2020
patience
to play through
the syncopation
nor
foresight
to wade through
the deception

I only have
me
and who I
pretend to be

who that is-
I have
yet to see
-SR-
Desiree Sep 2020
Oh how you speak to me through the music of others,
I then practice this pattern and continue
to preach,
how I am feeling in this way, and on this day,
when I'm at a loss for words or thought
and cannot figure out what to say,
you beseech me to begin healing,
I begin peeling, no
pulling back the surface of my soul,
hoping it will be the start of getting rid of this toll,
as painful as it is to look inside your own mind,
your broken and beaten down spirit,
desperately just trying to find guidance in
hopes that maybe one day you'll be loved
and seen as more than just,
Just another body walking amongst the
rest of mankind,
because you allow yourself to feel that
you are different,
Yet your mind continues to stay ignorant
and blind,
to your already keen eye,
for you are special, it's only a matter of
time before you realize
you're the one you've been wanting to feel
loved by,
Something that can only be seen beyond the surface of
others eyes,
And past these creatures terribly,
beautiful minds.
Sara S Jul 2020
Oh would that I were less self aware
I'd hear their words
not feel their stare
Amber Waddy Jul 2020
When I was but fledgling sparrow,
I saw a girl with a fire in her belly,
ready to face the edge of tomorrow
carrying passion as a deadly weapon.

With hopes big and dreams narrow
she kept her eager mind steady
baring chaotic vision of where to go
and a hunch that fate would reckon.

Over years she witnessed the truth
of the treachery she never saw coming.
The mangled voices of torpid shadows
and rose tinted glasses of sins.

Her guise was not preserved by youth;
the strain became replaced with numbing.
She would not learn and just suppose,
igniting crusades she'd never win.

When I stare into that mirror now,
I witness her empty, baron gaze.
She eternally hunts the absent spark,
awaiting her sense of affinity.

But of late I decreed but one vow,
to free the sparrow from an endless maze
and silence the malicious remarks
to reignite her merciless divinity.
Philip Lawrence Jun 2020
A patient heart never tires,
as it sees all is yet possible,
dare believes all eternally imminent,
as it skillfully contorts the truth,
happily feeding the delusion
until the heart finally beats irregularly,
straining from ages of neglect,
famished from the absence of reciprocity,
the denial unearthed,
rendering the muscle damaged,
no longer capable of the largesse
which had long infused hope,
the brittle harmony broken, leaving
only the memory of what might have been.
Billie Marie May 2020
God speaks to us in the language of our ancestors
We find truth in the lineage of our hearts,
and a new God is revealed,
from a unique truth
that is God’s expression through you.
Do you think the living God
would play the trickster god
to kneel before humanity’s god of fear?
Say you look like this,
but I look like that?
How could living be
but what you are
and you are always changing.
Living is forever
and forever
is never
the same.
Ever.
Think you know?
Then think two more times.
We know what we have passed aside.
Make way for your redeemer.
A newer version
of the completion
of the promise you made
when you promised
to seek the truth
no matter the cost
or pain.

And when you gaze upon the face,
the one you always knew was there
peering back at you,
Heaven’s gates spring wide
and hell’s fury feasts
on milk and honey saints.
Come now
and reason with me;
for fortunes,
and endings
and the whole **** web.

If you sit in silence
the God of your ancestors
will come to you -
if you want to see.
The living God is there to see
like trains passing on tracks
of inbound & outbound dreams.
From my new collection, Dialogue: Poetic Conversations.
Billie Marie Apr 2020
Meditation is where I
Sit
Lay
Stand
and
Play
Walk
Breath
Listen
and
Pray

Meditation is how I
Rest
Focus
Calm
and
Connect
Release
Revive
Quiet
and
Cleanse
Awaken
Relieve
Refresh
and
Transcend

Meditati­on is when I
Love
Accept
Create
and
Invite
Motivate
Build
Invent
and
Inspire
Realize
Liberate
Harmonize
and
Forgive

Meditation is why I
Live
Utahi Kamu Apr 2020
she said you are prisoner of your feet
a rootless tree on fleet!

I said no one told me
I needed to fit
I walk to find, to meet
all of it

she didn't realize what
she wanted to mean
I am incapable of
arriving

She walked away a while later
but I told to her wake.
My heart sure is higher than my feet
yet never without, not even a beat.
This poem explored self-awareness through relationship dynamics of a couple. It hints how communication between two might have multiple levels despite both not being fully aware.
William Marr Mar 2020
is this me?
i asked

this is me
you answered
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