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#omniscient
Omniscient. Impotent. All seeing, all knowing Into nothing Nothing fertile. The lonely cello Wandering When the angry wolf You tried to tame Lunged for your ear And took your finger instead Be grateful to not be dead Down there You were already hurting Before your anger. Alternately don't Impose your topography On another. Expand beyond your finger tips. Outstretched Open up To where your Greatest wisdom Is not knowing The music you heard Is climbing Through shadows Muffled at first Now with acuity Everything is there For you to listen for Omniscient,   In your grace.
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Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC
The Wolf's Music
Looking back at what's happened is hindsight looking into the present moment is insight looking ahead into the future is foresight but looking in all three ways at once is all-seeing; OMNISCIENT and the way that God would see. ------------------ Glory and praise to You Oh Lord. Please bless, guide and protect us all now and forever more Amen. ______
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Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 9:42 AM UTC
A Way of Looking
Is this what love was meant to be? This overwhelming feeling in your company Undeniably true, unfathomably right Becoming my everything in the blink of an eye How is every touch so perfectly placed Mindful and distinct Yet absent-mindedly performed Like second nature Every word written or uttered from your lips Fills my heart to burst You've been fulfilling my young girl fantasies Those of which I never thought could be brought into this reality When you ask me, "where did you come from?" While staring into my eyes, bewildered Or breathlessly gasp, "what the **** During and after every passionate night Every time I'd blow your mind Knowledge of some obscure childhood memory you hold dear I was there to share it Though I was nowhere near Our beginning started on a shattered base Each of us unaware that the other Was precisely meant to be in this place Convoluted events leading us here At the same time For our beginning It's been 4 years in the making, you and I And even longer than that still A perfect set of circumstances That it took to reveal You're what I've been wanting You're what I've been seeking I'm what you've been yearning for I'm what you've been needing May we continue to grow this happiness Grow this family Meld these lives Expand our spirits I cannot explain why I feel this way But I promise to love you every day
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Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 10:57 AM UTC
What Have I Been Missing
About Costumes and Customs Wear, wear whatever you dare, Tho, the global locality has no morality... Animals with human customs, Humans with animal costumes Form the world into a modest mode- In which the smartest ones are silent While the mass dress in rumbling drunkness, In happy hues of the humbling violent, Of the primitive homo-geniuses. Does ****** equal with the human nature? Which? Human as savage or creature? Born or grown? While sensations design human customs, Is predestination more than a fake costume? Does the world hold anything divine? While we follow an immoral aurora- Its warming colours in a frozen desert, That implies no divine unseen scenes? Questions are colorless, unseen but existing, Alike to God's infinite fineness- Probing our customs if they are probed. Methink costumes as a colorful ocean, Mesee customs as the change of the world. We sink in the dying world's dying ocean.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
Colorful Costumes of Customs
#Soaring over the idyllic fields of poet's day dreams an opening exposes some endless blue the sun cast's his golden rod and waits while humming his bright tune Suddenly submerged for his bait we had chewed turbulence drops yellow bags and white fog blinds our view The sun is toying with us letting the line out farther and farther the old sun and the sky a departure within a departure Finally the sun pulls the line screaming, we steady then ascend are we going higher now? better make amends                                  via amens Look all the fog is gone this isn't the suns pole the light is fleeing and this cabinet grows so cold The air thins into non existence yet somehow we can breath in these celestial waters watch as the earth takes her leave Reeling faster now how these stars pass by what's beyond the celestial sphere this fisherman sure is spry Finally a golden gleam approaches splash through the pearly gates into the net of heaven pietistic fingers embrace An omniscient voice speaks NOT AGAIN, ANOTHER USELESS CAN? and he tossed this metal heap away who do I eat and who do I romance It's going to be a long journey home. #
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
The Old God and the Celestial Sea
To be omniscient, all knowing. Wished for over a long period of time, desiring the unspeakable knowledge. Clawing the insides, tearing up the mind, due to the simple desire for truth. Possibilities rounding the corner of every thought, to be settled into a straight line of clarity. To be innocent, unknowing. Wishing to go back, desiring the knowledge be erased. Cutting the outside, shattering the mind, due to the impossible desire to reverse. Possibilities never ending continuing around, spiraling as if forced into clarity too soon.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
Triggering Truth
I swim along the river The current magnificent Full of life Eternal His momentum, petrifying His water, pure yet clouded Omniscient Strong I'm pulled along, fighting and resisting questions and distractions The net comes I stand still The river moves past me All around me, within me Yet gone forever
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
Nathan's Poem
In the light Shadows are prisoners And prisoners we are to our shadows But if shadows could speak I think they'll say *I am no prisoner I am but a listener I guide the light and shape the stars I am detailed craftily inked I am what links us all* **In the darkness Our shadows are free And we are free from our shadows But if shadows could speak I think they'll say ***I am beyond free I am everywhere omnipresent and omniscient I shade what most aren't aware of I am the protector The keeper of all secrets I am defined by none*** But if shadows could speak will anyone still feel lonesome?
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
If Shadows Could Speak
And my mind runs in circles When there's nowhere else to go Because the voices in my head Are the only ones who know.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Voices