"hashem" poems
Within the Eternal Sea of Light
Stands the Tree of Life
Of seven branches, seven roots
Each a mated pair
Crowned in white Light
My Spirit rests
Along the shore.
Where the flowers sing their songs
Listening to a Symphony I have not heard before.
Tazim, Tsum
All flowers sing their songs.
Oscillating
Undertones and overtones
A rainbow of petals in "Om"
Sounding Multitudes of Love.
Elohim, Jah-Jah!
Yahweh Hashem!
Creator
Father Mother
The First Trinity
Now, in Unity Stands.
I give you my raging canyons
Wind torn spirit, haggard body
Broken heart & soul.
Stepping into courage
Hand in hand.
Lengthening inhalation
Slowing it's release
Breath of Life!
Moving into the expansive
Show me the Light.
Sweet mercy!
I am weightless
In the green fields and rolling valleys
Tumbling among the rocks into still waters
Ashes of past pain
Afloat in silence.
All is white
within Light's embrace
Traveling 90 degrees to the right
Flow into the Sacred Heart.
Within the Holy of Holies
Is a rainbow
Where thousands upon thousands of colors
Each root within the seven
Stands the Tree of Life
Of Seven branches, seven roots
Each a mated pair
Along the shore
Where the flowers sing their songs
Listening to a symphony I have not heard before.
Within the Eternal Sea of Light
Crowned in white Light
My Spirit rests
In Harmony's rhythm
In Unity Divine.
I am
In Unity Divine.
Enfolded in Harmony's rhythm
My Spirit rests
Crowned in white Light.
Within the Eternal Sea of Light
Listening to a Symphony I have not heard before.
Where the flowers singing their songs
Along the shore.
Each a mated pair.
Of seven branches, seven roots
Stands the Tree of Life
Where thousands upon thousands of colors
Is a rainbow
Within the Holy of Holies.
Flow into the Sacred Heart
Traveling 90 degrees to the right
within Light's embrace
All is White.
Afloat in silence.
Ashes of past pain
Tumbling among the rocks into still waters.
In the green fields and rolling valleys
I am weightless.
Sweet mercy!
Show me the Light.
Moving into the expansive
Breath of Life!
Slowing it's release
Lengthening inhalation
Hand in hand.
Stepping into courage
Broken heart & soul.
Wind torn spirit, haggard body
I give to you my raging canyons
Now, in Unity Stands
The First Trinity
Father Mother
Creator!
Yahweh Hashem!
Elohim, Jah-Jah!
Sounding Multitudes of Love.
A rainbow of petals in "Om"
Undertones and overtones
Oscillating
All flowers sing their songs.
Tazim, Tsum
Listening to a Symphony I have not heard before.
Where the flowers singing their songs
Along the shore.
My Spirit rests
Crowned in white Light.
Each mated pair.
Seven branches, seven roots
Stands the Tree of Life
Within the Eternal Sea of Light
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 8:42 PM UTC
Cool as the Breeze of Allah Under the Hot Desert Sun
_________________________________________
Let it flow hashem
as i venture
to our sacred mosque
to give thanks to you
lord for preserving
reminding the Jew
who god is:
As we look about
seeing them at the wailing wall
further reminded.
Shed a tear
for us
Evangelical
your re-written christ
assists us
in rebuilding.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
"You are beautiful...nomatter what they say."
You are a child of God,
You are here...each and every day.
You resemble the light of Hashem,
That is why we say, "amen."
You are the heart of God up above,
You are the match for two turtle doves.
You inspire people through your heart,
You are God's child,
A work of art.
Shining down on you is heavon,
For those in the tragedy of 9/11.
You've been more than a mystery; more than clever,
You will remain in our hearts forever.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
Rapping is the sound of words
The truth comes out when it happens
I can rap around my friends and cannot rap around my parents
I do not want to hurt them
I pray to god they can help me be a better artist everyday
Thank You,
Baruch Hashem
Rythm & Poetry
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
When I was a kid
My old friend, Hashem
Broke an egg.
He watched
the yoke
madly spread out
and stain the white
like starving dogs
would chase
stuffed prey.
I often wonder if
He wonders
What could have been
If He had left that Chicken
Alone.
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 2:44 PM UTC
Liberally speaking when were gone this will be left.
Bull Moose
Baruch Hashem
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
This soul you gave
Has lost its way.
It doesn't know who made
It anymore.
Hashem, this soul
Instead of purified
Is petrified,
And heavy and full.
This soul in me's got
A little identity crisis,
With matter and anger tugging war
With rightness.
Perhaps this soul
Is mean, unfaithful.
Created divine, it still can't find
The innocence to make it grateful.
This soul needs help to find it's way,
Restorer of essence to body from sleep,
Return essence to that godly piece,
Allow your presence within me to keep.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
you are
an unimaginable light,
the tongue I swallow
and the surge of you is swallowed down
and the white hands come, unfurl
come, little light to the greater whiteness
how I love you, how I have felt your fire
beaming uncontrollably in my ribcage
blossoming and swelling in my throat:
you are a thousand white moonflowers
I have to bite ****** my own lips to keep down.
and to be filled with your white light is
to shudder, like in a lover's embrace,
and you, God, is the name spat out,
a thousand thousand years in the making
and a thousand flowers swallowed down,
and how can I keep your glory closed in
when you wind me into a ball of light?
oh, but I am sick, I could curl up and die,
so strong and so violent is your love
and shivers race and tremble bright
down my spinal cord;
rip out my spinal cord, HaShem
and twist it in a polished white
spiked circle:
the beauty of a snake
devouring herhisits own tail.
Adonai, Adonai, light of our life
I swallow your beauty down.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
"I will be what I will be,
I will do what I will do,
And no one is going to stop me.
My children will ****
Or be killed,
They will sin in my name.
I will tear down my temple,
Like a *********
I will crumble these creatures
All made in my image.
Babes will brandish automatic weapons,
Innocents ruled by tyranny,
And I, all- powerful, omniscient as I am
Sit on my throne, laughing.
Or maybe I'm sleeping?
I'm not quite sure.
Perhaps I'm lost in my own Eden?
These prayers-- mere amusements,
Unless I've deafened in old age,
These sacrifices keep alive
The spirit of the good old days.
Men divide
Against each other and themselves,
Some still won't utter my true name,
Some wisely have quit caring.
Who are the heretics,
Who are the prophets of truth?
Allah, God and Hashem,
Is it my name I see above?"
Are any of them you?
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
I know now there are artists
They find beauty in the simple things
They give me strength and power to continue
My fellow artist
Thank you,
Baruch Hashem
Get High
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
I love this number tis
thirtizzle
I am lucky
I am shame
I don't need a number blame.
Love the number thirteen
One + One = 3
You + Me = Baby
Thirtizzle
Snoop Dogg you r the Shizzle
Baruch Hashem
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 2:00 PM UTC
He smiled as he looked up the hill at me.
I was asked if I knew the friend in the sky.
I said nothing. I was frozen in unknowing.
I was frozen in unknowing.
I was nihilism in this moment.
He smiled as he looked up to the sky.
The friend was asked if he knew me.
The sky said nothing.
The friend was frozen in omnipotence.
The friend was frozen in omnipotence.
I was warm with the notion.
I was warm with the knowing.
The friend was there.
The man he smiled at me, and I knew in his certainty the truth was as such.
His friend was there.
/My/ friend was there.
I waiting forever for Godot.
Only to realize the sky was in my heart.
The friend was I.
I was the sky.
The Friend, I and He and All, was inside and above.
It was within.
It was without.
Allah made my spirit porous.
Hashem made my spirit white light.
Jesus made my spirit gracious.
Buddha made my spirit still.
Shiva made my spirit real.
I made my spirit sing.
I smiled as I looked up the hill at him.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
When attributes like courtesy seem insincere, what ails me?
The litany of my words drowns out all others.
My words are for me, not necessarily the reader.
This voyage I was on by myself.
Who invited the entourage?
Affection and love have no existence here, He says.
This is the arena of insight, not imitation, He declares.
The truly righteous know that sincerity is the king of courtesy.
O Hashem, stop my words, stop my attributes, for evil awoke me four hours ago on this mat, and I know that that soul awaits truth.
I have 1st world problems in a city of Ahriman.
Will I be despondent enough to know their pain?
Or will their plight spark my vanity again?
Sometimes silence exalts the downtrodden in the head of those who have had it easy.
If your heart be so far away, how can I come to thee through small talk?
There must be something true to you that would ignite the fire of Hashem.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC
Blessed W/ Disposition
My heart is on a mission
Constantly.
Thank you,
Baruch Hashem
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
Sometimes silence has little use.
The "made white" ghost even feels silence a burden.
Sirens call "them" to me.
Wicked Caucasians here mostly.
Is it circumstance that calls my back to be straight?
Poor Caucasians drunk, violent, mischievous, or in possession.
Why do we do it?
Are we fed up with the powers of the world, so we lash out against what we see is their society?
Is it really a lack of gratitude for the wisdom that the hand of God has dealt?
For we are all equal/united in wealth, for God's wealth is in the possession of the poor and God's destitution is in the possession of the material wealthy.
But if ignorant of this unity, or in doubt of it, who can help one in rebellion against God?
For those who we think are more powerful, really abide by the "unity of station" where no one is exalted above another. For exaltation and righteousness is expressed in apparent abasement and wickedness.
For many an outer bad deed has hidden an inner good deed.
Can we not be agreed?
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC
I closed my eyes today to meditate
And of course the flow began
That endless stream of words
But this time is was of a different kind
It was a strong rush rush of forgotten words that loomed over me
And whilst still breathing
I started sweating
For it was the scent of an old world
Those words
Of rigidity and rust; rules and atrophy
Layers and layers of shame
A world so deeply rooted; tied with a thick rope
To the words that built it
I tried to get the flow of words to halter
So as to not evoke the emotions stitched into those idioms
Flooding into consciousness
I've spent years toiling
To create a universe sprouted from new words
So what could this be but an utter attack on my new reality
But they become an outpour, the words
This sort of multi-sensory experience…
and I'm fixed to them with glue
To the fiery words like
Tznuis, Bas Melech, Shidduchim
That I'd heard all too many times
Because I'm only a women
The rabbis would tell me
And my hands were meant for baking bread
My ******* for giving milk
Never really mine at all
And also the Tume, Trief, Off the Derech, Goyim
Words that rang into my ears constantly
Maybe because they were always said, or maybe because
These were words I couldn’t close my ears off to hearing
But I hear them again now even louder
Painting a purity and an impurity
An us and a them
A superiority and racism
Endless hierarchies
But then the good words began to flood my mind
The Zmiros, Little Tzadikel, Kinderlech
Words that built the sounds of my family singing
The Love and shelter
Joyous togetherness
The simple Simplicity
The words that know for real
Mashiach will come
Then there were the greetings
The Good Yontifs, Gut Vach's
Because who are we but one large social unit
Bound by the words we share
And the Boruch Hashem's, Kneina Hara's
Secured that the bad things don’t get too bad
And the good things don’t ruin themselves
The flow of words continued
Like a tragic comedy
A bad and a good
And a nothing and a everything
The grief of a lost innocence; the shadow of brick walls
But I remembered that joy of breathing deep into my uncaged lungs
Accessing a fresh new whiff of clean air
For I have built a world of new words
A new vocabulary
of Words like Mind, Body, Spirit
****** freedom
Intersectionality, Sustainability
Kindred Souls
Unity
Compassion
Holding the Space
But what to do when the flow of an old world
Built so powerfully by its words
Strikes at me suddenly
Unexpected
And all the new words I've forged don’t seem to matter
At all
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
The grey car stopped fast
****** tracks on a wet street
One more life said “wow”
Saturday near noon
She delivered my bad drug
Tamales con hot
My neighbor is gay
Today I shook his right hand
Yikes, why am I scared?
My nerves are numb nil
I saw a heart in a jar
No beat, no beat, no
I was not there then
My Dad died all by himself
He was giant as man
Somewhere, sometime, I
Find myself lost in blue sky
Give, receive or try?
Our love is mad now
She knows I’m right one more time
How now, brown cow, how
Okay, 1 plus 1
Let’s say the count is for man
Time has it’s own plan
One year ago now
I met an angel on earth
She pulsed life not dearth
Baruch hashem is
God be blessed, a way to start
From mind to man, heart
It’s just a small rock
Picked up on some mindless step
For you, leave my shoe
There’s weight to what is
Not just what was and could be
Will there be more me?
My left eye covers left
My right foot backs up the flank
My mind is still blank
It should not hurt to
Be a child in this world
Happy is a right
What I do, you do
Where do you do what you do?
You do, I do too.
Seltzer at room temp
Anchovies on toast with cheese
Thin sliced tomato
Rub my leg with care
Squeeze my hand and squeeze again
Your soothing, smooth move
Oh yeah, I did it
And would do it again, now
Love, to you I bow
Look over to your right
Find your bliss, here comes the night
Set your mind, now fight
Pick up the pennies
They deserve a pocket too
Hey, no dollars, no cents (sense)
The law by a man
The system is someone’s plan
Use your mind to scan
Four minutes from today
The end, the close, on its way
Do, think, feel, love, say
Baby, baby, babe
What is it about those words?
Thank life for mother
Be there around nine
Commitment but in L A
A mere suggestion
I see you, I do
I saw your last stage show too
Now what do you do?
My love is the sun
Her form is other worldly
Her galaxy blooms
Show me your daydream
I am missing mine today
Let me share your love
Can this really be?
We are all organized light?
Then come love with me
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
Desert Wind
“The lone and level sands stretch far away.” Shelley, Ozymandias.
Ah… And there it is, my friend— “A disembodied thought,”
Found, we’re told, under a soldier’s boot,
Though some have said it is not a thinkingness
But a yearning for the life that held it.
And there, just there, a bit of quartz
As white as cataracts
As final rays of sunlight, once
Caught and held— As black clouds
Boil across an afternoon sky
Eclipse the sun and day falls into night.
Or so the lone survivor told.
But she was blind, it’s said.
She lived another day or two
The legend goes, to say who won.
Though who would care, I wonder?
Surely not the dead.
But we, the living, in seeking, release the past to where
All pasts must dwell, recover hope, however faint,
Rekindle life, wherever present, harken to a living
Wind, attend its voices— those of Jesus, Allah,
HaShem, L. Ron Hubbard, and others.
And having listened and formed our own thoughts
And consulted with prayer and vision,
Rejoin, rejoice, reclaim our own lives,
Today, we are returned.
Today we are alive— and come and go in peace.
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 6:07 PM UTC
For a brother, and dad,
for the truest of friends.
Pure of spirit, purely glad,
Journeyman into the bends.
The sun rises in his mind,
As it sets into his heart.
And when the moon rises in TJ,
Civility will fall apart.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC