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Empire May 2019
I believe in God
But that doesn’t stop me
From sinking into dark depressions
Sometimes I go utterly numb
And tear at my skin
So I feel something
Sometimes I crave destruction
Sometimes I worship my own insanity
But I know He’s there
Waiting patiently
Being ever so gentle with my broken heart
Ready to pull me in tight
When I call for Him
And beg for the forgiveness
I’ll never be worth
eleanor prince May 2019
some seconds
sear and brand
creating Self

no matter drive
to carve new
persona

early stain
rears serpent
head

heel bruised
sets timer
ticking

his demise
rebellion has
a price

for trails mocked
to mountain top
pristine snow

rivers fuelled
brashly strong
diverted

birth
pathways
forged

straight to
waiting
sea
Whatever we have been handed at birth, and the vagaries of childhood and later, we have a choice to pursue a quest to re-create the Self to something better.  References are to the universal battle, reflected to some extent in our daily decisions, as per Gen 3:15 where the representative of Good is 'bruised in the heel,' and the personification of Evil awaits his final end, being 'bruised in the head.'  Only then will 'heaven and earth' unitedly attain its full relief of peace and happiness, along with true and enduring fulfillment.
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
My love,
You are like an isolated ray of sunlight, beaming down upon the earth, and bouncing back up again; gliding across the universe.
Boundless and open, free of gravity and restriction. You are unconditional, as giving as the light of stars in between the vastness of black; dripping down onto the planets, giving them life.
Soon you shall be immortalized with the furthest reaching stars of space.
You’re gravity will pull all loose connections together, as you pulled mine.
Juhlhaus May 2019
Midway upon the journey of life
I found myself riding
zigzag down dark streets,
for there was no straight way
through that teeming urban grid.
Thus I travelled deeper into the night,
while rosary beads swung hypnotic
from the mirror, reflecting the revenant eyes
of one raised by an invisible hand
from salt water rocks where
as a boy, he said, he should have died.
Deftly navigating changing lights
of amber, red, and green,
he humbly inquired after my beliefs
and the state of my soul.
As to this I could not say,
so I drew it out and held it gingerly
by the rough edges, examining
as best I might in that dim backseat
its wrinkles, creases, and scars.
In the reflection he saw all these clearly,
and with gentle resonance spoke
of things impossible to know,
less difficult to believe,
and blessed me so
that on passing out the door
I found my soul again soft and warm.
It was the most profound Uber ride I have ever experienced.
Dalma T Perkins May 2019
Intent he watches
Always tuning into thoughts
Reciprocates thoughts.
eliza vy May 2019
step-mother cried today.
her dear baby’s gone away—
drove down that sticky-sweet and bubbling mess
by pretty men and their perfect dress,
with blinding smiles and a made-up face,
their whispered words all carefully placed
to drown him in that murky sea;
to push his head beneath the boiling depths
and silence all our final pleas.

and after all her pain and bleeding,
the birthing screams and angel's oath—
she could not **** either,
why should he get to love both?

step-father sighed today.
who led his child astray?
who filled his little head with sickly lies
of milky sweets and buzzing flies,
with selfish lusts and fleshly desires,
crawling skin and ashen-wax fires,
all leading him toward the flames,
him screaming out with teeth sunk in his shoulder,
lost in all the pleasured pains.

and when the moment has blown past us,
and the rains come flooding in—
he drowned the whole world once;
he surely could do it again.

step-brother died today.
all smelling of decay—
two thousand years of blood and pain and rot,
of pretty words and evil thoughts,
the tangling vines haloed all round his head,
the circling crows all gorging the bread
that's dripping down his broken spine
and spilling from that ruined brain,
his body stained with water, blood and wine.

and when the spike had pierced his body,
would his spirit be released?
the wounds healed three days later;
was it worth it in the least?


but my lover smiled today—
o holy family, everything will be okay.
Blissful Nobody May 2019
We are made out of the same stardust,
I have a little more gold in me than you.
You need the touch of an alchemist,
Then you'll be the gold you yearn for.
Not the material worldly kind you think,
The golden glow will fill you inside out.
We are made out of the same stardust,
I have a little more gold in me than you.
Love yourself a little more everyday. Be golden.
Aa Harvey May 2019
The creator of love.


Our hero rides again at night.
All dressed in black, still he cannot hide.
The man inside continues to shine.
You all know him, but he remains out of sight.


A reflection in a shop window that disappears as you turn your head.
Maybe he was never there.
Never let a bad word be said,
About his intentions,
There is no need to mention,
The way he moved you to be together.
He is spreading love around hoping your bond will never sever.


Karma is his friend and his only weapon;
He uses good vibrations to correct the mistakes of men.
He lifts a heart with his good intentions;
As he passes by he raises a hand and a smile comes into vision.
He needs no acknowledgement,
For he is content,
Knowing he has helped the two of you to figure it out.


The questions you had, he has put the answers into your head,
With all his whispered do not forgets.
Find love; cast your net,
For there are many fishes in this wild life of a sea,
So go find what you seek and he will do the rest.


He believes in love, so he believes in you;
Begin again with a love that is new.
A love letter arrives, beginning a new love life.
No thank you needed; a total surprise.
The present arrives at the right time,
For the day you forgot to remember to buy.
In your hour of need, send a wish out to him
And your dreams will all come true, he promises.
If you think you are ready to once more commit,
Then so be it; your love is a gift.


When your love is found,
He will float back into his cloud
And look out for the next believers;
You are content and do not need him now.


A lonely single person who is in need of being loved,
Will always find him when they need him,
For he is
The creator of love.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
V May 2019
Real eyes,
Realize.
Not sure what this is. Lol
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