#vessel
I am just a vessel
for Your love.
That is my purpose,
That is my treasure trove —
You give me words,
You give me visions,
You give me actions to disperse from a safe cove,
Out to a hurting world;
Operating out-of-body and not in ‘safe mode’ —
We ****
We pilage,
We sacrifice, not for,
But each other;
Destroying humanity —
For a three-second hit of dopamine,
That we can get freely from one another.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
(Radio plays)
I gave you the land and yet you set fire to it.
I gave you the sea and yet you left it undiscovered.
I gave you the sky and yet you are too sore to soar.
I gave you the peace and yet you sold it piece by piece.
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My beacon of inner light has short circuited.
Casted away on war torn waves, an empty vessel I display.
Yeah uh-huh, the beauty of life just laid to waste.
God’s forgiveness was never asked for anyways.
Soul by soul, purgatory’s trip was a Buick stuck on the freeway.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
Wandering, searching for the wind,
An empty vessel, lost and adrift.
Steering toward a forgotten destination,
To a place that deals only in absolutes;
Where rain and storm dare not cloud our path.
When we wake from the slumber of darkest nights,
There is glory in the redemption of dawn,
Rising anew to embark on a sacred descent,
As it crescendos in majestic golden hues,
Hypnotic, dissolving into the horizon
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 8:50 PM UTC
Hanging in the gallery of my soul, decorating the walls. I’ve hung many canvases, some that you have never seen.
The wall behind me holds a portrait, painted beautiful with hues of green and blue; this portrait shows things in life that have never been.
Next, you will see a canvas painted with a beautiful bouquet, showing all the things I’ve given away in life.
Look to your left—don’t turn too far, you might miss this tiny masterpiece that some call art. This tiny art piece shows the littlest kidney bean in the palm of my hand. What was once a dark spot on it, now removed, shows how much grace this little thing has produced.
As you walk by, you see a hanging, almost clear sheet; this is what it feels like when people look at me.
On the wall behind the sheet is a beautiful display showing many footprints of everyone who has walked in my life today.
In the corner, on a little shelf, a broken vessel sits. This vessel was put back together without its biggest piece. Though tattered and misshapen, this vessel still shows so much beauty.
On the biggest wall, by itself, you see a boldly shaped red heart painted so brightly; this piece shows how my heart feels when I am being loved just right.
So, as you have walked and wandered in this gallery of my soul, I hope you find comfort and know that not all of your precious art can be sold.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 7:16 PM UTC
The unconditional love we reject from our body calls to be accepted!
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I invite you to witness my apology, by sharing with you an excerpt from my book “Release | Inner Conversations To Lead Us Home” titled ‘“Apology” - Chapter “I See Truth”.
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Demands imposed on you
Expectations trashed over you
All the years I projected
All my anger onto you
Thank you for holding it
Without reciprocating it
Suppressing your sexuality
Vilifying your ****** pleasures
Imposing punishments
For every desire revealed
Shamed you with guilt
For every sin committed
I’m sorry
The cuts inflicted on you
The hits and slaps
The ****** abuse
The verbal manipulation
Held you hostage
For your survival was only
Granted in suffering
Hostility was made the norm
A punching bag I made of you
I’m sorry
I made you the enemy
Used you as a battle ground
For endless wars
Crushed your enjoyment of life
You didn’t deserve this
I’m sorry
For imprisoning you
Depriving you of all your rights
My freedom was only granted
Upon your suppression
Withholding you from expression
Suffocating you
******* life out of you
Intoxicating you with fear
Injecting you with toxic love
I’m sorry
I emptied you
And fed you with voids
Confining you in a box of labels
Shaming you for being disobedient
Trashing you for not conforming
Name calling
Bullying you
I’m sorry
For every pimple I labeled as ugly
For every mark I marked as dirt
For every stretch mark
I cursed with anger
For every curve
I labeled a disgrace
For every pleasure
I tagged as filth
I shamed you every day
Every second of the day
I bathed you with guilt
Covered you with layers of masks
Endless veils of contours
Spent fortunes to cover you
Inflicted so much pain
To change you
I’m sorry
I didn’t know better
For now I see only
Wrinkles of light
Curves of joy
Freckles of love
Pimples of stars
Hair of divine feathers
******** bursts of love
You are a piece of art
The sanctuary of creation
A miracle in existence
You are love in physical form
A divine vessel
Forgive me
I didn’t love you
As you love me
I didn’t love you
As our creator loved us
Thank you for being here - By NwK
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 10:44 AM UTC
When I met you, it felt like a dream come true,
Finally met the coffee that’s my kind of brew,
The type of someone who’s my style,
In tea, you’re my chamomile.
Entering your ship was the best,
I can feel my heart finally at rest,
Watching the sea looked serene and still,
See with you, that’s how my soul feels.
The waves became unpredictable,
Accurate leeward was impossible,
Some parts of you were locked in the fo’c’sle,
Hence, I must learn how to drive this vessel.
Captain, without you the ship isn’t stable,
You’re safe inside while me outside, struggle,
You have your priorities, I don’t want to interfere,
But hope you’ll be with me ‘til the storm clears.
Maybe it’s not safe being with you,
Entering your ship wasn’t the right thing to do,
My decision is still clouded with fear,
Should I just jump or stay with you here?
Nov 19, 2023
Nov 19, 2023 at 12:05 PM UTC
My body was there, but not the soul within,
I felt something strange, a battle to begin.
Unfamiliar feelings, emotions untamed,
Lost in a world where I couldn't be named.
I moved and spoke, but the words felt astray,
As if I were dancing to a tune I couldn't play.
My body, a vessel, devoid of the core,
A silent, empty vessel, craving something more.
In the silence of that moment, I yearned to be whole,
To reunite with my soul, to fill the gaping hole.
For I knew in that instance, what was truly amiss,
My body was present, but my soul was in abyss.
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 3:58 AM UTC
Parts of his existence:
_A vessel_; is a magic that flows through its veins— the color of my cheeks and the color of his madness
_A certainty_; all flesh and bone, sutured and bruised; we can be made of cracks, somehow.
and my heart, he had it all as black holes grew in my chest (_as if the vacancies could be filled by his existence_)
_for me, he is insatiable
as I was always heartless_.
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 5:16 AM UTC
_Do as thou,_
_upon thine great love,_
_as sweetest true._
_As thy lips spoke_
_worded wine vines;_
_thine maturity is in a knoweth of you._
_Tis many zephyr of voices;_
_solely one true whisper of truth_
_thine ears do hark._
_Furthest miles I've tend feet;_
_to descry purity of goodness,_
_Still short, for wickedness rests of mine heart._
_Unworthy by ur thought;_
_feeling unworthy to thou, O' God._
_Still, of thine acknowledgement of love;_
_myself not forgotten,_
_as so redeemed,_
_Liken to a resting shadow under the rising son._
_Deemed forth light;_
_shone out as vessels._
So Lord,
let your will be done of it's great love,
and all it's sweetest truths.
As I speak of you;
my words of grape vines,
has a maturity from knowing you.
Despite the world's many voices;
you're the whisper of truth in my ear.
I tried to find on my own,
_a purity of goodness._ But I fell so short,
because of the wickedness in my heart.
So I began to believe; I was unworthy,
and felt unworthy before you God.
But you still showed me your love,
remembering me;
and had me redeemed.
I was once a shadow,
but saved by the _Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ._
Now his light lives in me;
and I am his vessel.
For in first sights of morning,
he places a breath of love in my lungs,
the echoes of strength in my beating heart.
And the ways to my first steps of the day,
freely as his bountiful vessel.
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 5:27 AM UTC
for all the world
he was a battleship
a tanker
all before him
pushed aside
lost in his wake
the wash felt
by many lives
inside he was a coracle
a dingy
rowing for dear life
hoping no one would notice
just how insignificant
he felt
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC
My mind has left the building
I enter into uneasy dreams
From a cage of flesh and bone.
My vessel, now a turtle
My shell, so nigh impenetrable
Yet lighter beyond imagination
A breeze with scent of lavender
Helps me escape this senseless rock
No direction, without destination,
I float, I fly, I spin around,
Through incomprehensible cosmos
I surf and sleep on icy comets
Strangely, I did not stop thinking
I pondered, I imagined, I wondered
I even dreamed, of platinum unicorns.
What is this, I ask the black holes
Are we all but nightmares and visions
Of some ****** hallucinating gods?
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
my heart
is a vessel
a gift from heaven
buried in abyss.
love contains an
insurmountable magic
unraveling fervent griefs
and
you are all what is left.
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
DIVINE
intergalactic
body spirit mine
Jayapuriya twin flame
beloved under starry sky
constellations yours mine
This are sounds emitted
melancholically in a trance,
pressed down longing
between our Beauty Restm
and the vessel of thee.
oh how I love thee.
my rddpc-rd
I thee give.
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By Angel- Karijinbba
2021 September.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC
i am just a vessel,
a rotting human body.
who's always longed to be cradled,
but I have nobody.
i am just a vessel,
a display of pure loneliness.
who's desire is all to be nestled,
despite all the emptiness.
i am just a vessel,
nothing more than that.
has always been the lesser,
waiting for the time I'll rot.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 6:50 AM UTC
Engineering change through creativity,
Is like giving a fragrance its own flower to go by,
A vessel for the intangible emotion.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 3:29 AM UTC
**Remember her, old friend?
She was...hideous,
You think she was ugly,
oh no, far from it.**
**She was the fairest,
Her lavishing sable hair,
Her viridian eyes,
Her glamorous smile,**
**Her soft-hued skin,
Her delicately slender body,
Her dazzling manners,
Her ever so warm demeanor,**
**Her moves,
Fluid, graceful, focused,
Capturing the essence of the music,
with her mesmerizing artistry.**
**She was indeed perfect,
Unique, as no one could be as elegant,
Charming, for no one, was as lovely.
Beguile...as no one was as rotten.**
**What she was, my old friend,
Was an empty vessel,
the soul of which had perished,
mortified by its actions.**
**For all she ever wanted was approval,
so what she did was put on a mask,
losing herself in the process,
becoming a ghost of her formal self.**
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 5:18 PM UTC
Alive in theory
But dead inside
Cold
Hollow
Dark
A vessel
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
I'd been a vessel;
I don't want you
to bear the feeling
of emptiness.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
Ye have writen to mine heart
a memorandum in gold and blood
ancient revered venerable Angel beloved.
These withered red roses
bloom again E.T. divine.
Gold hearted Thermo King
wing mine
Revolving door fly by
patient ancient Lancelot
Knight commenting;
acertaining
Ye shifted to one better human by mine story poems
consigned to thee and the four wise winds.
Myself regaining sanity
yet sighing madness despair
revealing mine heart to thee
Ye agreed I've got more than wisdom owning truth in mine ink revealed
Ye've delighted reading mine scribble as thine beloved pet
to run hands on mine kitty fur
all as truth in thine mind's eye,
and yeah ye're dearly aroused
as ye cry me a river.
Privileged is thine life partner!
relished recipient of thine better change.
While still mine vessel soul is unresolved shunned
destitute forlorned bleeding
crying thee an ocean for thine river wept hush-hush.
I sigh all night til morn,
Mine nucleous inner core pains for thee waiting too long to offer small charity shielding
before mine bereavement
quietus curtains end.
Even dogs eating of thine table's crumbs lived, thus surely can "i."
I adolize delighting in thee taking heed thine steps quickening
fast lifting wing and landing
onto mine heart's chambers
longing to see thine will
break free rescuing me-cpr
mine wrecked ketch cursed existence empty forsake me not
and shelter me please.
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By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights- 5-19-20- revised
06-22-20.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
how is it
possible that both
love and hatred
exist in the
same empty vessel
my body owns?
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
on some days,
my feelings spill
over the rim of
the vessel that is my body,
so I compress them
until they're ready to burst.
then I relax and remind myself:
my feelings need space.
the people who have space
will reach into the vessel
and help you hold them
until everything is okay again.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 4:26 PM UTC
Skin, soft and fragile as marigold petals
Bones thin as papier-mâché
Holding the shape of a person I love
Holding together our bodies of clay
Candles, dimming light behind the eyes
Weary wind slipping through parched lips
Sweet and weak the voice of a person I love
Spirit readying voyage on vanishing ships
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC