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From the very childhood
I used to go to a temple
amidst the valley beyond the wood
a heavenly place for soul to 'scramble'

Near to my college  
near to my home
a divine support
where ever I roam

In groups I talked about the place
that ultimate peace, the solace
My friends though never visited
had that same 'feel' enlisted

Blessings bestowed to them in ample
Not sure behind this was the temple!!!!
Many of them went abroad
and I on the same road

A selfish corner of mine
made a query to the shrine
The answer cleared the grim
“HE WANTED ME TO BE WITH HIM”




Note: 'HE' for Almighty
Arcassin B Apr 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Separate,
The inner hate,
Leaving scraps on the dinner plate of
A life promise to yesterdays,
come at your throat and disgrace your
name,
But who am I to be a burden,
**** man I am the burden,
A bird then yet to not soar when our kind
wins,
But still stuck in an endless loop of sin,
Where the crisis actors get awards
nowadays for mocking an human's end,
You outta be ashamed but you aren't,
The world is messed up,
But I'm smart,
I love to make beautiful words out of a
circumstance in some lines that
shatter hearts,
But in a good way,
But what do you say?
Will the ignorance play a part in this today?
is it too late ? Can you ever be saved?
Became what you hate the most but
Still you pray? We all do.
/

It doesn't have to end like you think it
does,
Plotting on the enemy might be a must,
Looking at your own burial kicking dust,
Trying not to fall in love with a succubus,
Be a man , its hard enough to be on my
own,
Anxiety takes over my temple and exits
my throne,
I can not even trust anyone at home,
Why won't the devil just leave us all
alone?

things will get better.
‎things will get better.
things will get better.
‎things will get better.

I was on my own, needed no more help.
Where were you when I needed all that
help?
No family support behind me.
When I was in trouble , did you believe
me?

With your inner peace , you could truly be
free with a bundle of dreams and two
seater, two seater,
All of my friends are imaginary people
in a land of truth seekers , truth seeker.
With your inner peace , you could truly be
free with a bundle of dreams and two
seater, two seater,
All of my friends are imaginary people
in a land of truth seekers , truth seeker.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/04/i-pray-things-get-better.html
Your body is your temple
Oh those curls hang down
Like those layered
Sculptures
Gazing down
Upon you
From the top
Of the temple!
Now your special
One lies within you
Isn't that needless to say
Without more doodlywoodlydoo!
The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic 
     putting life at risk, 
     thus laudatory alternative
 
     intending to offer Sweetwater 
     to last a lifetime would make fleet
(installed at Florida International University, 
     with eager pedestrians ready to greet 
crossing grand opening, 
     where local dignitaries didst meet 
     viz Miami-Dade County 
     Saturday (March eleventh 2018) 
witnessing ghastly collapsed 
     Thursday (March fifteenth 2018) 
afternoon onto Southwest Eighth Street. 

An unknown number 
     of fatalities surmised, 
while several others 
     were hospitalized. 

Prior to groundbreaking 
     with placement guised
of the attendant pomp 
     and circumstances exercised
setting cornerstone, 
     the projected 
     general estimation apprised

sans building costs totaled $14.2 million 
and funded as part of a $19.4 million grant 
from the US Department of Transportation. 

The fact sheet boasted the sheer intensity 
comparable to withstand strength of a 
category 5 hurricane, and supposed to last 
for more than 100 years. 

Within the blink of an eye, no ifs ands, 
nor abutments squared with ratiocination 
earning civil engineers bragging rights, 
which boastful, delightful, fanciful stead
fastness touted thwarting titanic tenable 
taxing shock waves. 

Now only a scattered pile (formerly comp
rising beams footings, and piers) of rein
forced concrete capped with a bent ele
ment defying hallelujahs, karaoke kudos,
and bobble headed nods,

now impish jinns keep leering, mocking,
and naysaying to fading echoing reverberations
leveled at the laughingstock of an architectural
(duff) feat. Further scrutiny will attempt to cap

chore structural weaknesses. Amidst snapped,
crackled, and popped strewn cables entwined girders
(whose premature destruction) will also warrant
any arresting tell tale signs of unusual stress.
In the ancient Shiv temple
Peace
Circumambulates the inner dome
And the sanctum

The devotees sway in trance
To the incantations of Om
Chanting sacred hymns
To the rhythmic sound of cymbals

The mystical incense
Musky its Fragrance
Wafts up in the temple premise
Divine and pious

The temple doors wide open
Peace spreads to the sanctuary
Peace is now at peace
Old memories from my hometown
Valerie Jan 2018
my body is a temple,

not a battleground

for other women to fight in.



my body is a temple,

not a pit stop for other men,

that needs a place to rest in for the night.



my body is a temple,

not a critical text you can analyse,

and assume judgement like a book you never read.



my body is a temple,

not a pack of wild animals,

aimed to be restrained and taught what to do.



my body is a temple,

and it tells a story that no one

except for me will ever understand.



my body is a temple,

and it will not be disrespected.

like a religion, i'll learn to worship it.
MY BODY IS A TEMPLE SO LEARN HOW TO WORSHIP IT.
Why do...
they go to temple ??
If God is everywhere
To learn
How . . .  God is everywhere
they go to temple
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