"lightworker" poems
Be the Warrior Spirit and
Fight for the light
A soldier for creation
With all of your might
Projecting the love
Of all Saints
Day and night
Walk with great fire
With a passionate rattle
Ignite and inspire
An affectionate battle
Beam from the heart and
Jump into the saddle
Be
A Lightworker
A Healer
A Mystical Weaver
Stand with Divine Mother
As a Cure-all Receiver
Spirit will guide you
Empowered by faith
Our weapon is love
****** forward with grace
As we kneel down to pray
We
Push light in the earth
Watch it roll through the cracks
Crawl up every fountain
Follow the tracks and
Inhabit the mountains
Spread out in the grass and
Reach up to the sun
Reflecting it back
With love
Only love
Be the Warrior Spirit
Fight for the light
A soldier for creation
With all of your might
Projecting the love
Of all Saints
Day and night
Projecting the love
Of all Saints
Day and night
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
my heart flutters at
the way she speaks my name.
"lover", she hums,
and i watch speechless as woebegone
drips from her lips. she
tastes like moonlight
when she kisses me. fragile.
unknown. known.
when our bodies meet
i can't imagine living life any
differently than this;
magnetism draws me closer and
i am intoxicated and sobered and
and i let my fingers
trace symphonies over her skin
love songs and love letters
and the lust of
knowing that this is belonging.
we fold into each other
and it is inevitable. i want to
learn her, learn
every part of her, as if
it's what my soul was sent to do;
her heartbeat weaves a
gossamer of beauty and
she leaves it in the crease of my
neck. "lover".
lightworker. twinflame.
architect of this home, these
two arms that sing safety
into rose quartz bones.
this is harmony.
i release a held breath and
whisper back, "always".
this is my promise.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
art isn't a thing
it is a fractured composure
misunderstood by defiants
yet rises to better expectations of reliance
art is praised
through the melodies of random kindness
through the pictures of story-telling
through the written speech of your imagination
art is a soul
that is purely intoxicated
pre-judged with mere perfection
consoling the lightworker in you
art is you
bestowed to eradicate mediocrity
created to being inanimacy to life
distinguished for an exciting simplicity.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
If you wish
To touch
Touch me with
Your soul
In light
In dark
And in between
What no one else
Ever has
And I will
Embrace you
With a fragrance of love
You deserve
I'm lotus
An open universe
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
I keep my dreams alive.
Subliminal focus.
I see the line of time.
Dimensional abilities.
Opening awareness.
I see the possibilities.
Have we all gone mad?
Attachment for a smile.
Love should have no cost,
So we're apart for a while.
Please, for me, define divine.
The love rush and the freedom,
I wish just to intertwine.
But has it all gone bad?
Success is true harmony.
The world and my love.
Explosion of a chemistry.
A lightworker's dream.
Lift & love from
the consciousness stream.
And we will lose the sorrow of sad.
Oh what a day, I will be only glad.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
Day by day I sit in wait
In this apartment of hell that I hate
Every day I open the blinds
to let in sunlight that I hope to illuminate
this dark soul of mine
Is it me that is blind
Is this prison that I perceive real or am I the one who is blind
Ask a spiritualist and they will say it is an illusion
Ask another and they will say it is how you look at it
Either way I am sick and tired
Of this anger that burns inside of me like a fire
Day after day and night after night my soul finds a reason
to moan and complain
My heart is tired and mad I've had enough
I will break out of this soul cage
A prison is not a home
Sometimes the innocent are made captive
Am I innocent or simply ungrateful
I know not the answers to these questions
I do know that I am fed up and I will not
Live my life for other people anymore
I am a lightworker
But if I only live my life for other people
then I am not shining my light am I
Which is what I came here to do
Maybe that will help me fulfill my mission to heal others
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
Flame of Peace, awaken me,
To touch you with my chilly hands,
To feel and invocate the light,
To spread to distant shores and sands,
And in that truth will soar, take flight,
Bobbing over eternity like spirit's kite.
I feel it, keeper of the flame,
That warmth upon my broken breast,
To keep it there for an eternity,
Would have me feeling and doing as my best,
A lightworker for infinity,
Heartbeams go from you to me.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
Lightworker path sounds like a positive laugh
How we spread our gift of joy and sunshine
It's merriment is overlooked
Mistaken
Mistook
Worker of the light has lived in the dark night
Over and over again
Death of self and friend
Only insight and pen
To share the tale of wisdom spent
To never want another to bleed in Hell
To pass the torch to trauma tormented cell
I'm apparently strong enough to live this
That I keep telling my self and all is well
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC