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I’ve been through the Storm Didn’t hurt till IT was gone. I’ve been torn apart… Now’s the time to start… Are you ready to start?   Hate Me, Or Love Me, Or Leave Me Alone…
There Was A Knock On The Door I Bolted From My Chair But B4 I Could Ascertain The Presence of the Caller Holmes Intercepted and Like A Cat Flung Open The Veil of Our Solitude.
Sometimes in the late evening I can feel a presence near me. A friend visits and asks a favor. I can not refuse the smile of nervous expectation/exaltation, the crown and the valley
Take me Mother Consciousness To the Kingdom of the Pyramids Where Nothing Is And Eternity lasts Where time Is neither slow Nor fast Father faith I call perception Lead me past
No longer the lamb Fattened for the feast Sheared for the fleece Shepherded by the damned Mindless fellow man Common mind of the flock Dictates what you eat Who will make it big
Upon the opening of the Eye The Universe is destroyed All becomes as Not Ultimately More Subtle In Mind More Supple and Graceful In Movement Inherently Artful In Thought
The Aristocracy will rise against The Witch of Modern Times The Witch that was will watch and wait Telling Tails Already Told The Witch 2B will overpower as The Light Grows Bright
The Rat Faced Baboon Follows The Magician With Instrument In Hand Notes R Taken Re-laid, Intoned and Spoken Share This With Those Who K/No/w K/Not Understanding Cumms With The Game
“God is a Joker, and I AM a Fool”, So Spake the King of Cups to the Two of Swords. Her response, balanced and true, “I Know”. Enter The Bride and Spirit Her Guide. In Silence She Spoke,
The Seed Of Content Dissent Distant Intent Reach Revival Survival Through Arrival Star-Star Whey-(afar) Lips Speaking Quick What was said?
They're coming (cumming) to get me I saw THEM last night Dressed in variance The Shades "Give IT to US", they indiscreetly screamed Thought I wasn't listening As they beamed
The City is frightening me. The City's cities R frightening to me. Babies beware, Strangers rape there. The girls Stand and laugh, While The men Get it on.
Silly little b-ing Taking stock in everything Recording the day The date And the Hour The building, Climbing And falling from towers. The light of the night The night of the Light
  They can twist and turn, bend and rend a thing into being, or keep it from becoming. A turn of the tongue, a twist of the head, a light... What is beginning to come into sight...
What are the words That I need Speak. Temptations, Insatiable fire, That breeds and bleeds And demands attention. The frustration of chains, Unspeakable tortures and pain, Desires unquenchable,
It's a Strange kind of Hunger This Craving for Release... A Blind and Wanton Hunger... Embrace and love The Beast The Beast that has no Face No Tail No tongue No Brain
Knock knock No ones Home Just an Empty House That We Call Home. Another Tym, Another Place, Another Door, Another Face.   Knock knock The Sleeper Stirs...
Now the leaves are turning to shades of oranges, yellows, and reds, 1   and the ash of yesteryear's past has eluded me, as have my regrets. 2
Tonight, as I stayed alone.An apparition came to me.Quietly whispered, my name.Rose, a vapor from the ground. Quickly occupied.Every shadow.Darkened corner.Moved, amist.
Silent, the moment speaks in tempation it runs quickly into the folds of desire all at once and none at all shadowing the light I hold beside you into a darkness you never knew
The iconic place in my Dream, Is the symbol of quirky peace. The verdant land, azure sky And Flowers of multiple colours, Which one I should describe, Red, yellow or purple blur.
Bus people really have a lot of time to think.. Weary, they are always on the brink of knowing what's it's all about. Bumping, heaving,  sleeve-to-sleeving their way to work. Yearning to be back in bed, learning they are spiritually dead.. And all
When I ponder about life's existence, I have patience rather than vanity In the American experience- USA, with gloat, loses sanity;   Grasping this entire world of disorder,
I open my mind's lid like the drawer of a filing cabinet. It is the place where thoughts, dreams, and memories thrive. Letters of knowledge organized just like books in a library.
The daytime dreamer is always so beautifully alive in her mind. But, she looks so cold - on the outside; like an aged book with a cracked spine.
I feel like   I'm drowning.   Lord, I need you.   Be my life jacket.   Keep me afloat.   Reach into the raging waters   And take me by the hand.  
Allow me to express my deepest gratitude In words deep from in my soul You are always there when I wake up And the first one to answer when I call You taught me how to open my heart
Who can see the Lord? Our creator invisible. Like the winds only heard
So you see I’m the strong friend.The one that you run to when you need some advice. When your dude ain’t treating you right! When you and your mom had a fight!
Ⅰ                                                                                                   Ⅷ Among hundreds of cafes,                                                 I know sharp warmth
Ⅰ                                                                                                   Ⅷ Among hundreds of cafes,                                                 I know sharp warmth
Spiritual solitude When your life becomes a new When truth becomes your view When you shed the pain and hurt you have been through Now like a butterfly finally leaving its cocoon
All I wanted... I’m just tryna make it through I’m just tryna make a better way  I’m just trying to see you through Nobody knew the pain, all they seen is what they wanted
As we draw closer, We become the naked vine. The two become one- Breath combined. Her skin so soft, like petals of a rose...His hands fall across her, like a gentle breeze blows. 
You see It wasnt always this way when the time passed it brought colors for sometime its only gifted grey   its a mindset they say trapped in my own behavior the devil next door
Early in the morning I sacrificed my time and my sleep to climb this mountain. While all was still dark and asleep, we were all awake. And so we began.
you can only get so deep before bursting into tears being vulnerable is hard before it’s easy where’s the key that opens up all the locks 
Everyday I wake up thinking it's a brand new day But things are the same, it never seems to change Time flies by and my money waves good bye.. But
Oh river spirit, Whom no other druid can outrank We watch as you splash the banks. Your hair flowing in white peaked locks We feel your joy as you swim with the current and move the rocks.
This is our last chance to grieve Dear Lord, I was only thirteen The host of trepidation freshly forgot, You coerced forgiveness from fester and rot  
Pieta Pieta The death of your son fulfilled time. Your praying face shows the peacefulness of the moment. Mighty is your love,
Let your house be a home for you, and if it's not then make some room for the God in you Open up your doors to the Spirit of love, alive in you, He is alive in you, let His wisdom enlighten you
YOU CAN'T HAVE MY CROWN IT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU, IT BELONGS TO ME... I HAVE WORKED HARD FOR ALL MY BLESSINGS OF STRENGTH AND CREATIVITY.. I CONQURED DEPRESSION AND DESTRUCTION..
Celestial being carrying feminine power You share the light with the universe you are a creator, a painter for this dimension, you inspire me to ascend to my higher self  and have helped me while I was at my lowest
  I listen to the Lord, every single night I bow my head and pray to you oh Lord. I wish to be closer to you God. Like my garden angel, that hugs me so warmly.  
I wake up, ready to die But every night, I fall asleep wanting to stay alive.On this depression, my soul does not thrive.With this expression, I hope to revive.
Is God just an illusionIs religion just an institution?People say the deadare looking down on usI wish it were truebut don't the deadhave better things to do?Are they still a part of this world? 
Open your door, and walk outside.The cool breeze running it's oxygenized fingers through my strong blonde hair.There's no need for negativity at a time like this.
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
You taught me how to be a "man" My bad.  You taught me how to be responsible You taught me to stare at the obstacles And overcome the impossible   You taught me that sometimes I must blaze my own trail
I choose to accompany myself when I'm feeling lonely To detach toxicity because unreciprocated love becomes fundamentally pronely I'm investing the time & effort to expose the gold in my very soul To keep that light lit without the urge of hav
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work. But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
I kept close watch of him barely through a keyhole, but just enough to see him grow. This way I could learn from him, see how life blooms in the dark. It must be done.
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
I see wisdom
All people walking this Mother Earth.Did you know you have eternal worth?That you hold within a true radiant light.Did you know it is a spiritual guide?Did you know there's more to life than to work and die?That you came to earth to live a greater
 In a vision of hardened hearts and blinded minds;partaking of the precious fruit may seem like a waste of time. I bare the sweetest fruit in all the earth.Nothing can compare. I can satisfy your thirst and hunger for relief from this world.
Deceivers, yes they do deceive. Believers, o how they believe. Take heed to the warning, Let me be, I must proceed.   Blindly walking in misconception, Twenty Sixteen was a year of deception.  
(LOW) I call this transformation This is Transformation This is Transformation growing from seeds Of beauty Where the pith of self has been blown
  There's a rhythm in my heart. The beat is the bass, and the tempo is the pace. In the background there's a melody. It plays with grace. Charitable to the soul, is it.
Somewhere between my birth and death, flowers wilt and sulk, leaves breakaway, and the wind carries the seedlings. Things fall and deteriorate,
Our lives are like a song. God is the composer and we are the musicians.   We never meet His full expectations.
My battles are not won through soldiers. I, rather, battle what cannot be seen.   The war is ugly, brutal.
I journeyed through the world, overland and overseas. I was born where the sun never sets and never rises. I was purged out into a place, where the heat became my second skin.I went through thick and thin, and I became an African prince.
There are those who know But refuse to grow They had a taste of the truth And walking around not showing any proof For they are corrupted and want the way of wrong And choose to follow those that are gone
Father It's a cloud of Irritability followed by a wrath of hostility. Help me because I don't want to walk in displeasure For I know better. That with you I can do all things and be such a beautiful Priceless treasure.
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Upon death the Spirit was born Not heralding a crown or extravagantly adorned The Spirit was free, and had a right to be
Heaven's soft rain dusts my soul Tinting my skin a rosy gold I'm swamped by tears inside this skin How long to bring outside what's in? Halfway between the Earth and sky
I asked the Beings hopping up the pebbles of my spine if their pattering feet left watery prints on bone   -if such shadowed
When my soul Will form more now part of the universe Of the blue color until the black Because my soul like black It is combination of all colors
My body is a temple Which I used to respect But now, I’ve gone and fucked it up My temple is a mess
Awake, my soul, awake, Throw off the cloth of ease Try thy own weight and strength Cast off the dust, and reach Arise and stretch Arise and feel Awake, my soul, awake, Chase away the sleep
Looking up I see you there;A star shining in the sky.Like a dimond hovering,There above the place I lie,
The storm rages on inside,I'm drowning in this deep sea.I steel myself against it,Praying you'd rescue me.
I remain a silhouette A shadow behind an unrequited love The dweller of the mysterious apartment,Several floors above the cheaters and false loversThis is how they treat the poet
God you got my soul. When I drowned and fell through water that shattered. All the broken peices that fell off of me. Like a puzzle peice. Instantly binded. You glued all the peices back inside of me.
There is one thing I never leave at home.My asana practice.I take my practice with me everywhere. If I was stranded in the middle of the desert,I would need camel pose.
I met a gentleman by the blue sea, He said he had been carried by the wind. I doubted his story, he looked at me And met my question with a knowing grin.   "My dear, my soul is as light as paper",
I’m breathing But am I living? Do I wake up each morning ready for the unpredictable opportunities of the day? When a new door opens, do I step through?
Cavern. Plic. An endless cavern. Plic. Plic. Upon first glance, there is only darkness. Plic. Plic. But to those who wait... To those who listen Plic.
There’s something about your presence I just can’t explain It’s like burning fire and pouring rain   Take my hands Take my feet Make me your sanctuary  
I've felt so distant lately With so much on my mind I've wanted to talk to you But I never found the time But now I am ready Ready to lay it down  
He was dead for three days Died for us on Calvary But when people heard that Jesus rose, There were whispers of hope Whispers of truth The unknown became known
Heal my broken pieces Make my life brand new Take all my plans I give them all to you No more darkness I am in the light I will not stop until my soul is satisfied
Fire burn in me Anointing rain on me   Fire burn in me I hear you calling But my fuel’s on empty I need your spirit to stir up a fire in me
Hear my prayer, oh Lord This is my cry out This is my petition I’ll let it be your decision   Hear the words from my lips I am weak from my enemies
As the wind blows And the birds sing Free is what I’ll be   When others mourn For those who died Free is what I’ll be   You might be chained
You may not know  But I can see
I have three ropes Holding me down About to go in A lake & drown   At the end of these ropes Are three red bricks If I were to cut a rope
Gravity so strong No one can stand Yet all breath in What's not in His hands   He draws me close He pulls and tugs My heart beats fast
It Ain't Heaven till you get here   The stars are not as bright nor the moonlight as sweet It is not the same until I find you in my arms   The air is damp and musty without you
I am the beginning of  all things, a pioneer. I                                 I
Girl, let me hold you close And give you all of my charms Your body shivers towards mine Together our love will shine A courtship that has a deep meaning We both can touch the ceiling
Om
i'm searching for a word, i know not how to say i'm searching the imaginary, to bring to reality waiting for a moment, with no concept of time
Fighting hurt slavery child labor child wars
AUM
  Between the winds and the pin drop silence,There is this place I call my comfort zone Between the rains and the clear skies,There is this place I call my home.
Because the gate is so narrow
Fear the mind, for it is your enemy and your ally. Beware the heart, for there is no control nor escape. The mind and heart create the soul.
His Righteous Flask  
The moon is a symbolDespite the darkness, somewhere out there is our source of light
Is that boy from Canton putting soul in his sentences?
I. As I ambled, disconnected from the intricate outlet From the shielded. I pondered into the immense depths of the collosal evergreens Sunlight, a barely gleaming ray seeping  Seeping an exhaustive picture
I am a silhouette of a body, no, I am not a human being.
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This shame you make me feel For telling the truth For standing up for myself Is shame unjustified. This guilt you plant in me For apologizing For being too honest Is guilt unjustified.
Dishonesty creeping Through trembling fingers  Acts normal on the outside While hate grows within.   All the while guilt and  Apprehension stir in the object
My viewers are facing What they know they see, They say they see, They think they see.   But it's just the casing I know they see, I would say they see.
Step lightly upon the moor Beneath the flames burning
After a day like yesterday, I'm grateful for my faith.
Bottled Prayers 
My tongue is rolling, twiriling and clicking.  My lips are pressing against tongue and cheek.  My throat erupts in a sound uncertain. Trying to conjure words of language whose dialect has been long lost. 
Behind these eyes shows who I really am What you have seen , is just a mask I look so brave with fire in my eyes But in my heart there is a surprise I seem strong and always happy
MY BLESS-ED REDEEMER FOREVER HE LIVES! OUR SICKNESSES HE HEALS, OUR SINS HE FORGIVES! JESUS IS LORD! HE IS OUR VERY BEST FRIEND, WHEN HE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN, HE SAID IM COMING AGAIN!
Potters Clay by L.C   Pictures painted  without a brush And sketches drawn  with just a touch   As potter's clay We start to mold 
Way Back when I was never thin But the desire to be in- The in crowd Grew out of control I was never myself I was never Pres in the public eye I was always who they pictured me to be
Love This is a word that once had so much meaning But now? It's just another word You use it to entrap someone To control a soul yearning for love Real love Not the kind that you throw around
I crushed the people, then I brought healing to the bodies. 
The forest: I go here to be at peace. My spiritual place that spills its breath onto the world in the bird’s call of morning and the owl’s song of night. Here is my serenity,
The devil is chasing me  Always has been  Since the day I was conceived  He tries to make me give in    Though there're many enticements  And many temptations 
If I were to hug JesusAll my pain would go away
We gather around to enjoy this feast What a delight to deliver this beast As delicious and sweet enter our mouths While so much joy surrounds my house Laughter and cheer, no poppy has caused
Is it mine to keep? I wonder and weep. Should I change my ways? I do not wish to disobey. Shackled is my heart in this decision, For the future is a blurry vision. The path I seek, is it labeled for me, Does good conquer all deeds?
I try but the words don't come For once, I'm rendered speechless
Open yourself, A rose-flowered portal, To a party A game A dance. Sing with the world to hear you, Freedom is not in silence. Spin out your arms And take in strangers,
Humanistic Conditioning
You walk lightly upon the earth Made up of stardust and love. Running through time in an unresting pace. Awakening like the sun
These big and strong trees Have a great tunnel like view with their evergreen leaves
My mother of Resolution A mother of hope A listener of wisdom My detective of crime Understanding of all imperfections   Loving, caring, compassionate
I met you once on the side of the road you were walking in no particular direction You said your name was wanderer  and you were searching for an end   At night you slept looking at your compass
Cloaked by shadows,Enshrouded in mystery,You stalk through the night. The book is open,The fate unwritten,You search for what is right. 
She fought the good fightagainst the shadows.We were tough butthey were tougher.Side by side, wetook them down.One by one, theyfell around
Eyes closed,    one foot ahead of the other,       I walk into the world.
I never thought the day would come
  Burning tears have purified these years All the way clear and the desire’s still here
There is a vast ocean, which engulfs every aspect of existence. It submerges life, under its path like a pestilence. It has been present since the fall, none can escape its wrath,
you can see it, hear it, & it screams at you.
My mother has been there, from day one.
I live in the shadows to        let you soak up the sun. It looks better in your skin than mine. I let it go. (watched you slipped so rapidly) I'm moving along. I cannot hear the lovely ballad of songs
I think I have been awakened,
I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now i see / In all my years I never knew how true this was for me/ I came from a home full of doubt, full of despise/
Sunshine will burstthrough my ribcageand illuminate the skywith a warm yellow lightthat will pourover your skinduring yourcoldest winters.Daffodils will sprout from myeye sockets
Dear God, give me guidance Please just take this walk with me For I've lost sight of you, and the Devil is all I see. Lord, I'd rather be blind Than witness nothing other than lies.
You were suppose to be the first man in my life. You were suppose to tuck me in bed and wipe the tears that I shed. You were suppose to hold me the day I was born. Call me your princess your bundle of joy.
I had a dream that I was floating Towards a world unknown. Everything around me was frozen As if time had ceased.   A voice approached me From an unknown location "You are destined,"
Develop a force that is unseen. Cover it in the heaviest of armor, no man nor woman can lift. Pitched to the finest tune it's will is to soothe, disguised in rotten tastes, as simple beings we- must turn away.
Our faith is our sail Intuition the wind The life we've built for ourselves is the hull beneath our feet The world may get rough at times The seas shaky and the winds turbulent
The devil may put trials in front  of you but it is your choice to follow or lead. Your third eye shows you ways to the world and the demonic sence to some holy pastures. Are you perfect? Are you really you? Is your name really Sue?
Every time I sleep; pains on my brain’.Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein.From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain.I can’t predict the weather nor the range of the rain.But hope for the station of this moving train.Thou death is s
Here you’ll find an infinite script of unpragmatic thought, impulsive feeling…and unfortunately quite a bit of a discrepancy between spiritual liveliness and spiritual listlessness.
Jacob dreams of ladders  Two roads diverge  Nothing really matters  But please, dont let it hurt   Up ahead Down the road Gods and Angels  Make their toasts  Down below
A voice inside a soulThe emotion, the strength, the hidden confidence That sometimes never releases; or is trapped on paper By the pen that squeezes out the voice onto a sheet ...Then another sheet, another sheet!It becomes journal of dreams we wa
Momma, don't you feel the water? The water that drips all day? Momma, it pours harder, It will not go away, I haven't read the Bible, Don't recall the date, But it's when I was stronger,
I want to meet Miss Right A woman who balances my stubborn ways A woman that overcomes my adversities with me A woman who keeps my peace and sanity A woman who is conscious and aware of unhealthy paradigms
You set the mold Every day consists of pieces of you Differentiate life lessons and sheer misery I’m unable to see That words can mean more than deceit This can't be all that’s around me When you awake
May
May the lighters light May your heart love May the sun shine Right above us May your actions be worthy May your hunger be hardy May your drive have engine May your soul have a mission
My breath releases cosmic realities, dances with our collective senses. My feet sweep across the skin of Mother Earthas my back is caressed by the songs of Father Sun.
I walked inside the shadows Hiding my face and who I was I had no voice I could not speak Choking on the breaths I could not breathe I wandered quickly Anxiously I fell deeper into the dark
If I wandered into a bar and got drunk, I would leave feeling pleasured and great, Only to find my head spinning the next day. Surely there is more to life.  
A Gardener scatters seeds on the earth-Each taking root in a different spot-With the end goal of having enough worth-To grace the Master's table in a pot.-Beautiful flowers are these that were bought-Having no blemish, yet at a great price-To the
Teeming with multiple personalities, I feel the Legion swell within me. I fight against Layers of self-defense. Long gone, the search to fleet just a virus. With eyes, undecided, how can they locate a difference?
There seems to be a call of attention to every earthquake that manifests its presence with casualties. As for the uncountable micro-tremors, the shakings in the low and lonesome corners of the Earth, they are unheard of.
The dots on the wall become bugs; crawl. Your second skin implores you to buy in. Allow the separation of sanity to fall, Like the rain of grace, with razors instead of peace. The vociferous outward expression;
The Iight at the end of the tunnel is weak and dark yet no one wants to shine the light to see all the possibilties. They love to stay hidden in their despair and torment-
you are scraping at the ground with bloodied bare fingers, eyelids nailed shut and a staggering weight on your shoulders, your ankles chewed raw from every time you stood, raised a hand to your shredded neck,
I tried to find him in the woods and in the desert, in the sky and in the ocean, in the cave and on the mountain. The wind and water hummed with echoes of his voice.
Hello my name is Benjamin Like I don’t know what rhymes with Benjamin Or this bed I’m in All I know is how dead I’ve been
The song of the unspoken soldier I am not sure why we were to be left here. Gunshots blowing, streaking past our faces. The great abyss of death and sadness Only to be remised as light streaking by our eyes.
Upon each wingéd criticism float hollow sadness extending infinite within, devouring seeming core of self eroded, still suspended in earthly bondage.
Step by step she takes Holding her breath all of the way “She knows what everything’s about” they say Not a single hair out of place Her words are precious because
Among the ebb and flow of the Earth Among the flourishing promise of human life  Among whatever secrets this land may hold beneath my feet True peace lies in the sand
She takes a moment to look at her life Strife after strife Day and night And after all these trials The sinews and might of her soul are strong, strong indeed And she can laugh at whatever comes her way
She takes a moment to look at her life Strife after strife Day and night And after all these trials The sinews and might of her soul are strong, strong indeed And she can laugh at whatever comes her way
I questioned my intelligence And life’s depth and relevance Mom should’ve remained celibate Or at least used a contraceptive To give me protection Against my own conception It’s got me mentally arrested
Course as wind, the spirit paces in all the hallways we have yet to discover within ourselves Untouched portals and crooked thoughts of mankind clash, leaving the seekers tongue tied.
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