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Ashanti 2d
I’ve been reading a lot about thoughts and how to control them I’ve also prayed a lot asking god to transform my thoughts and he’s showing ways I can do that by sending me videos on my YouTube feed and a lot more I’ve also learnt that you can achieve anything just by changing your thoughts
Change your thoughts and watch the transformation
Isaac Sep 3
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underneath the evergreen canapé
my feet in the dirt my heart by the hearth
the grackles teasing in last year’s leaves
and this is the last of the summer breeze
I can already see certain trees abandoning their seasonal green
I can only control every inch of me so I adapt to the new season
the new beginning, the new environment
the moment will be the soon past
soak up every ounce of sun and frolic in the lake one more time
before everything starts to die
Jammit Janet Jul 8
#65
Sitting with my sadness ✨
While I’m sitting here with you ✨
Not running from the madness
Just feeling here and true ✨

No distractions to stop me ✨
From confronting my truths✨
Accepting what they are✨
Making peace ✨
Moving through✨

To the dimension of inner healing✨
Unity ✨
Love ✨
Reconnecting to the Divine Universal Web ✨
That is the cosmos above ✨
Haruharu Jun 27
An old enemy turned into clarity.
In the silence I hear my truth.
The winds carry my voice,
from lifetimes ago.
Eternal.
Ancient wisdom purifies my soul.
I now choose to listen.

Beyond the noice, I hear life.
L Jun 7
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It is the courage to touch your pain that will transmute it:
The lamb must face the wolf
to become it.
-
L May 20
I think about what it would do to her. To call her: god. Divine majesty.
Do not be afraid she says.
And how we must be reminded every time...

When these creatures undress before us, and their form is an arrow sleeping in our gut. Our insides wrenching again and again each time we look. The more you worship, the more pain you know. Terror resides in the beauty of their form- a body we cannot understand. A body that is never wrong.
And oh, how we can’t help but look.

I look.

For me, the moon is full and hanging behind my eyes.
The wrenching and the writhing
The moaning and pain
It is sublime, unbearable transformation.
Transmutable worship, transmutable horror-- Nourishment for a thing caught in its becoming.

You caught me in my becoming.

I am the dragon and the maiden it keeps.
I am the mouth and the hand reaching inside it.
Darkness and light begin to blur.  
         𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.​​​​
"ON FIRE."

In those eyes 👀
is a dungeon 🕳
wherein a
man's heart
is captivated
in the fascinating chamber of thy allurement. Beauty inflammation
burning 🔥 the
heart till molten and  reshaped it for
herself. One
piece for
you but the
whole of my
heart. A
whole realist
world for you.
One heart for two. There's no
one just you.
Me and you cleave together even afterhere.
#C9_fm
RobbieG May 9
Barely scraping by
arms to my side

FIRM

Shoulder to shoulder
confined within the edges

TRAPPED

Within this life
within these problems

CAPTIVE

To worldly temptations
battling my self-worth

WAR

Values disarrayed
confidence shattered

CONFUSED

Power in faith
strength in love

SUPPORT

Lost love
faith unfamiliar

ALONE

By myself
for the first time

CHANGE

Poetry came along
after a long distance

TIME

Providing an avenue
allowing a healthy vice

ART

No longer alone
with my feelings

ESCAPED

Forever learning about myself
through my own words

EDUCATION

Words forever kept
and some far to long

GONE

Bad memories, dark tales
past trauma, a bitter heart

FORGIVEN

The cause of myself
the cause of who I was

MINDSET

Others can affect us
and they did to me

REALITY

However the most important
lesson poetry has taught me

TRUTHFULLY

It doesn’t mean they can
control my feelings

ANYMORE

When you are of sound mind
when you are of a good heart

GENUINE

When you wear your heart on your sleeve and actually care

COMPASSION

You will attract the energy you strive to become

MAGNET

We must save ourselves before we can save someone else

FACT

We must love ourselves before we can love someone else

FACT

We must want to be saved and loved to become both

FACT

Faith is calling my name as it’s weighing heavy on my heart

BELIEVING

This life makes no sense without there being something

MORE

Thoughts of why I have been so unconvinced or scared

QUESTIONS?

As a broken person I had no foundation to build from

Weak

I felt undeserving and like a hypocrite knowing my sins

PATHETIC

Afraid of knowing what’s right but going against his word

GOD

Bitter from a childhood past that wasn’t his fault nor mine

ANGRY

That’s the only way to explain the way I treated us both

BADLY

That explains why my relationships always failed

HURT

In life most things are self-inflicted, but we must find the

CAUSE

Poetry saved me, poetry taught me , poetry shined the light

BRIGHT

To what it was that caused this, to the importance of love

HAPPINESS

For better or worse poetry never escaped me

LOYAL

The truth is a poet will never be alone unless they want to be

REALIZATION

It’s in our hearts, it’s in our mind, our souls and gives purpose

FULFILLMENT

My words aren’t combined letters but rather released

EMOTIONS

I write with rawness, the ink my blood, my pain becomes yours

EXPOSED

My happiness and self-growth also equally transferred

NOW

But who I was, I wish on no one nor those feelings

EVER

It was a necessary journey but one I’m glad has transformed

GONE

So my deepest apologies to anyone that felt left in the dark

SORRY
kevin wright May 7
Heather grabbed at my ankles
A bubbling stream shanty is sung
Light opened holes in the morning sky

The gateway stood isolated as I approached
Awaiting a portal vortex, I felt no worries
It's partner lay broken, stranded and overgrown

The valley sprawled upwards beyond
Following the stream bearing promises
Torn brown waters drawn from peaty hearts

A storm lay waste in its stride
Land slides piled high across the stream
The throttling strictures but nature emends

Here the shadows are but places of wonder
Rain an endorsement of wonder
Wind to lift up the wings on depression

Where one voluntarily throws one's own ashes
The lizard appears and basks on a sun drenched grit-stone
Transformed a life form quizzically looks on

Is my reflection blinking on turbulent waters true
A place where no lily pad can conquer a perspective blue
The mind haunts the wilds carried on a prodigal dream
A walk in the pennines conjured up this poem and I could not finish it until I read a poem tonight by Eloisa, 'Abloom'   A broken pair of gates stood across a trackway guarding the entry to the wilds of the pennine hills forgotten long ago. Where we spend our dreamy after life.
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