#isnt
In the beginning ,
and the end of the Universe,
From the vacuum of endless space,
To music within our soul,
From frightened negativeness everywhere,
To the resilient presence within him,
From differences among all beings,
To the love of his Ardhanarishwara,
As a being both fearsome and scared,
Having lots of innocence for his love,
As a protector and guider,
Whose anger comes the most beautiful,
The one considered as Divine,
With a tri-eye remarks as balanced truth,
And the Neelkanth as the beauty of poison,
The OM....Mantra Murti,
The Great Death conqueror of the Universe,
Who untimely heals as salvation,
And so loved to be loved by u!!
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 3:33 AM UTC
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This isn’t 1930s Germany, but anti-Semitism must be crushed before it’s too late
Grotesque spasms of Jew-hatred have scarred human history.
All of society must ask itself how it is being allowed to flourish today
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 6:03 PM UTC
Looking strong,
Isn't always an advantage.
Sometimes,
They forget you're human.
They break you
And break you
And break you,
And won't even bother to ask,
If you're ok.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 6:44 AM UTC
Faith and fear opposites which lead to each other.
Are they truly black and white or brothers from another mother?
Since one can be afraid and led to faith or faithfully afraid of an eternity never ceasing to remain.
But no cause if you have faith why would you be afraid?
I ask myself this day by day
But somehow the idea of a life after life does not grant me peace
but rather a terror which never seems to cease
it crawls and creeps a path to my soul
and makes me wonder if my belief has a hole?
Is my declaration of trust just a grasping manifestation for something to believe
when in reality
with my fear of what’s to come I’m worse than an unbeliever
with no actual conviction or peace in a greater wisdom?
These thoughts and doubts swirl around till they threaten to consume me
but my face won’t show any signs of my inward agony
because if I the pastor’s daughter
a voluntold role model gave a glimpse
of my lack of faith will I cause others to falter?
These are the lies
the enemy compiles
to take over my heart
but NO I do not have to carry these burdens that is not my part!
From a manger to cross and then an empty tomb
there’s one who chose to fight my battles and He always wins them too.
He won’t let my faith mold into fear
and he won’t let these thoughts draw me near. He’s shouldered these worries when I could not
and lifted my eyes when all seemed lost.
He picked me up even with all my burdens
and didn’t complain even when I hurt Him.
He didn’t give me a second chance no He gave me seventy seven.
While my patience with others wore thin
before we even got to ten
he said “wait haven’t I far surpassed eleven? Daughter, I forgave you, why will you not do the same?”
But even then He would not allow me to be overwhelmed by my shame.
Instead He lifted my sights and directed them towards the heavens
and said I’ll meet you there in paradise though you have so many transgressions
my eyes swam with tears as I asked Him a childish question
for I turned to Him and whispered one word which caused him to simply smile
for the word that escaped was simply “Why?” And His answer caused me to think for a while. He laid His hand on my head
and He didn’t shout but gently reminded me instead
“it’s not what you have done
but rather my mercy in sending my son.
For I love you as my daughter
and so gave everything for you so know I am your Heavenly Father
and I chose to make you new.”
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
You've never given
Me reasons to stay
But, your love
Catches my eye like a star in the sky
The surprises come
When I'm lonely
Without your lovely
Face on my mind
When I look at the mirror
Your fingertips touch my softly
I wonder what touches my soul
Bringing my mind in focus
Your lovely presence
Must be a disguise
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
On my worst days
I'm a mess
On my best days
I'm a terrible mess
Most of the time
I'm a gracefully shattered soup bowl,
I'm a wonderful mess
Glorified mess
Confident mess
I'm 'gonna show them what I got' mess
I'm 'Better days are coming' mess
I'm a mess with a hope,
Ideas, I'm an innovative mess
I'm a lonely mess
'i don't know who I am' mess
I'm a lost mess
I'm a proud mess
You should see me
I walk bodly, keep my head up, strut about like I was America's first model
I embrace the mess that I am
Because this mess is a
Friend, daughter, student, leader
This mess is a lover, partner, ride or die
This mess is imperfectly perfect
This mess makes mistakes
Has regrets
But this mess will never give up...
Truth is , I'm not even a mess anymore
I'm just a shattered clay,
BrokenSoup bowl
My Potter's touch failed me...
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Too much time
Not enough air
Stale paling walls and melted snow
Sometimes home is the one place to which you cannot go
The one thought of which you dare not revisit in there
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
Justice isn't yours to challenge
Observe the only change with ease
It's best to simply let it be
As when you're not involved
In the sinfulness of it all
Don't let your mind wander for even a second
Instead be free, smile and flee
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC
The consequences of your actions
Are a burden I suppose I asked for
When I agreed to belong to you
When I offered you sanctuary in my arms
Yet tonight - they are so heavy
And I no longer wish to carry them
My legs are so tired darling
Please just admit that you were wrong
My legs are so tired darling
Break the generational chain that binds us to this nonsense.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
. . . *Let me make this clear
I don't know why I'm so ******* sad
So ******* sad all the time
Self help articles and hobbies and pills
Never helped me
Never helped me at all
I've been sad half my life
But now I'm fine
Everything is fine
So what's the deal?
What's the deal*?
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
How can we
Connect to
Someone who
Has gone through
Something so
Terrible?
I've never
Been beaten
By someone
With a whip
But sill I
Can connect.
How funny.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
This is me
Standing on a tower cold
Pushing up the clouded skies
With fingers stretched wide
Trying to hold back the rainy clouds
Until this imitation month
Which proclaims to be a daughter of May
Proceeds to pass us by
May isn't for rain
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
if she kisses you,
with her eyes open,
it means she's not there yet,
she's not lost into it,
the enchanting garden of love,
is yet to be reached by her,
the demon against love are still to be fought,
the potion of love,
is yet to be drunk,
and if her eyes are still open,
when you move your fingers,
in her hairs,
and if she still can't feel your heat,
she isn't yours to keep.........
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Those chests inflated of pride
Sheer a bit more
A bit more as they conceive a wound more
to have another one
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
You say that I’m your one and only but you don’t prove it. You say that you love me but you didn’t really. You say that we will last for a long time but that’s not gonna happen. You say that you wanna kiss but every time we try you chicken out. You say I can have your jacket but you act like it’s the only thing you have in life. You say that you wanna hug but you hugs feel awkward and stiff. You say you wanna be my boyfriend but do you really?
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
It is cold outside
And warm in here. There is mist
On the window. Can’t see.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
Poetry
Is not your most common sight
But the most unusual delight
Some poetry
Comes and goes
In neat little rows
Others yet
Scramble it's
Words
Some poems
Aren't what they seem
Others say exactly what they mean
Some poets
Are archaeologists
Digging for the remnant of a long lost being
Some poets
Are photographers
Taking in what is seen
Not all poems
Though
Have rhythm
And flow
But all poems
Are in their boats
Sent here by their authors
To run the ships
And tend to the goats
And be what they be
And do what they do
Poetry is whatever it is to you
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
Head south on W Doubt Drive
0.2 mi
Turn right onto N Confused Court
0.8 mi
Slight left to stay on N Frustrated Fairway
1.0 mi
Turn right onto W ******** Rd
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N Hell Hwy
0.5 mi
Turn right onto W Anger Ave
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N Pain Place
1.6 mi
Turn right onto W Suffering St
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N Regret Road
1.1 mi
Turn right onto W Depression Drive
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N 68th St
N 68th St turns slightly left and becomes S Agony Ave
0.4 mi
Continue onto E Therapy Terrace
Slight right to stay on Self Forgiveness Blvd
0.4 mi
Turn right onto E Understanding Way
2.2 mi
Turn left onto Acceptance Alley
0.5 mi
Continue onto Lovers Lane
0.3 mi
Lovers Lane turns slightly right and becomes Peace Place
99,000,000 mi
You have arrived at your destination.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
I live in my head
behind close doors
where I talk to my
thoughts.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
It won't stop,
It can't stop, the fire that is rushing through it,
Burning it's content until nothing but ash might be left,
An inferno, a firestorm maybe a rain of embers fueling the misery,
When did it start, that conflagration which consumes my being,
When will it end, this purgatory inside my chest, producing misery,
Without realising it I already gave up all my remaining hope,
After all, there is not much left this fire can feast on in laughter,
Will I be hollow, will I fade to ash and blown away into a soft breze ?
In the end it does not matter, in the end I will not be able to remember, in the end there is nothing for me left to worry about,
My central has been turned into a kiln, fostering this flame,
It may sting, but I can move on, even if I sink to the bottom,
The light in me will finally be able to carry me out one day
All I need to do for that event to be triggered,
Is to hold on,
And hope.
~ Umi
[M i d w a y - H i m e]
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
thinking
thinking is
thinking is not
thinking is not what
you
think it is
you think it is
but it is not
what is it not
you
but what are
you
if you are not
thinking
a
human
being
you've been thinking
but if
you
asked a thought
am i
you
it would reply
no
i'm just passing through
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC