The Force Of My Depth
I need to be more patient with my self, allow the force of my depth, of my soul to guide me through the various intuitions of my mind, trust the spirit of my depths to navigate the changing winds of human frailties, limitations, emotions. Allow, summons the land of my vision of a full life to unfold its dignity, to infuse me, to wash over me, to bless all those I have contact with. To release, to harmonize with their depth, with their core.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Coming Of Light From The Night
Evening sun brings horizon a radiant hue,
While mind and soul ponders what to do,
Sitting quietly she meditates at water edge,
Perched above shoreline on smooth ledge,
Full moon of the warm summer’s night,
Gave the water’s face a shimmering light,
Bringing on a calm and wonderful peace,
Troublings of mind did soon find release,
Majestic beauty of a starlit unclouded skies,
Would let soul’s depth release gentle sighs,
Deep thoughts towards making a better life,
Within a world all filled with hate and strife,
One gentle angelic entity in life full of pain,
Stuck between birth and grave on this plane,
Salty night air has refreshed body and soul,
New insight made the will strong and bold,
Sun of new day rising over ebbing beach,
Dreams seem to fade just out of her reach,
A strong will of mind can bring them to be,
Knowing best was done sets one’s soul free.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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0146 Contemplation's Metaphysical
The height and depth and length and breadth of God -
that's what is promised to contemplatives:
and God, the sphere whose centre's everywhere
and whose circumference is nowhere found:
geometry without coordinates
and integral beyond all integers,
description of the indescribable -
can this reveal the measure of godliness?
God's height: the soul, which knows but upward flight;
God's depth: the depthless deep of human heart;
God's breadth: the mind with limits beyond sight;
God's length: how long He'll wait, while we're apart;
this does but limn the sphere which yet awaits
the soul and heart and mind which contemplates.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Out Of My Depth
Out of my depth
Lost in the air
Falling faster
Like a broken elevator
Out of my depth
Lost in the dark
Waiting for the other shoe
To come down hard
I cannot communicate
Like I wish I could
I do not deal with my problems
Like I know I should
I am out of my depth
I am out of my league
Watching everything...just
Slip away from me
Something bad is
going to happen
I can feel it deep inside
There are shadows
all around me
Like a bad moon on the rise
I am in over my head
I am in too deep here
over my head
I guess I should keep my
opinions to myself
I guess I am out of my depth
Out of my depth
Right from the start
I feel like I was born
With an invisible heart
Out of my depth
Seems like everyday
I can't find the words
To make the good things
Come my way
I feel like I am faking it
I feel like I am wrong
I feel like I'm a guest
...like I just do not belong
I am out of my depth
Every single day
I just cannot find the words
To make my monsters go away
Something bad is
going to happen
I can feel it deep inside
There are shadows
all around me
Like a bad moon on the rise
I am in too deep here
over my head
I should seek
some professional help
Because I'm out of my depth
Yes, I'm out of my depth
And I am slowly going
out of my mind
Oh, go away
Make them go away
Someday I know
I will make them go away
Make them go away
Make them go away
Someday I know...I will make
my monsters go away
I am in over my head
I should seek
some professional help
I should keep my
opinions to myself
I guess I am out of my depth
I am out of my depth
Yes, I am slowly going
out of my mind
song performed by by Everclear
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Early Works - What Is The Depth Of A Man
What is the depth of a man,
what makes him courageous
in front of mortal fears
or walk straight and tall
when his eyes are blinded with tears?
What is the depth of a man
what gives him the spark
deep in his heart
to do good
when only evil surrounds him.
What is the depth of a man
that can’t be conquered
is it the love of a woman
is it loyalty
or is it the belief that each man should be free.
What is the depth of a man?
Date unknown, probably late 1960’s
poem by David Harris
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Words spoken
Words are spoken from the depth of the soul
Sometimes these words can be so cold
Like rotten cheese turning to mold
They come from a soul that we have sold
Sometimes we sound really bold
When kind words are never told
With nothing good to say
To make someone`s day
All we do is speak words that scold
So much so our soul grows old
Speaking from emotions uncontrolled
Breaking someone`s heart
That was once made of gold
So as we grow old
May you be foretold
Don`t leave a kind word untold
For a word is spoken from the depth of our soul
poem by Joseph Whelan
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This Land Is Mine
From behind these walls I hear your song
Oh sweet words
The music that you play lights up my world
The sweetest that I've heard
Could it be that I've been touched and turned?
Oh love, please finally, finally things are changing
This land is mine
But I let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know
This land is mine
So find your home and settle in
Oh I'm ready to let you in
Just as long as we know
This land is mine
After all the battles and the wars
The scars and loss
Well I'm still the queen of my domain
And feeling stronger now
The walls are down a little more each day
Since you came finally, finally things are changing
This land is mine
But I let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know
This land is mine
So find your home and settle in
Oh I'm ready to let you in
Just as long as we know
This land is mine
Follow the days I've travelled alone
In this cold and colorless place till now
It's what I had to pay
This land is mine
But I let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know
This land is mine
So find your home and settle in
Oh I'm ready to let you in
Just as long as we know
This land is mine
This land is mine but I let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know this land is mine
song performed by by Dido
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Human Body And The Soul
the LORD made the human body
and all its frailties
and that is what he gave, to you and me.
our bodies go through so many aches and pains
and not one, is ever really the same.
the body is just a shell that holds everything inside
and it is hard to protect it
no matter how we try.
unlike a turtle that can climb into its shell.
unfortunatly! we don't do that very well.
emotions and feelings is hard for us to hide
for it is seen by every eye.
humans are the most complex animal
on the face of the earth.
with so many emotions down this two way street.
our brain can not distinguish which one to meet.
everything has an opposite that much we know
and we don't always know, which way to go.
love, hate **rich, poor ** skinny, fat
how do we get through all that?
but! when we are called and told it's our time.
the only thing we leave behind
is a shell of you and i.
the soul is the only thing that is not taken away
for it is met, on this your judgement day.
all human frailties are left behind.
and argue as you might.
the life you led, is in his plain sight.
souls are like spects of dust
that you can not see.
and it takes up no space.
it leaves no marks
not even a trace.
poem by Louis Rams
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It's All For Him
All my inner soul
The most precious, my spirit
I unfold as a handkerchief
I sing with the most beautiful lyric
Everything I do, I do
At least, the air I breathe
All the portals of my soul
My Lord, my only need
It's all for him, My Lord
The reason the oceans flow
The waves know their maker
When bashing to and fro
The tiniest of reasons of all
The way the clouds form
Is all in total reverence
The reason we all were born
The shadows that fall so softly
It's all for him, My Lord
The leaves that fall and land
The way the honeys poured
The seasons come with respect
They know their place and time
It's all for him, My Lord
Why ten pennies make a dime
From the depth of my created being
To my creator here I bow
My Lord, It's all for him
All his glory, here and now
poem by Lagaya Evans
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Feel at ease
I feel at ease in darkness
It is lone feeling on face
Body fully relaxed and at ease
New chain of thoughts to surface and release
It may spoil my mood
I can do away with food
This isolation may ruin
I have everything to loose and nothing to gain
Mind is not stable and out of control
Still I patiently hear and call
My inner voice to guide
As I have made no attempt to hide
I know of myself
It is deep like sea shelf
Invaluable treasured in depth
Can’t be had even after my death
I have committed no sin
But it is clearly not seen
It is nearly no loss or no win
Even thought it is tragic scene
I would love to live with full tenure
I shall make it lovely and sure
It can be now my sole future
I shall live honorable and assure
There is no fear now
I have found it any how
I shall be guide for others too
As there can be no other truth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Short
The depth of life
The length thereof
The depth of a life
The years thereof
The depth of your life
The distance from your first wisp of
Earth's worried air of
Life to the finish line of
A life well lived or of
One which was spent waiting for
The future which may or may not
Hold you in it for
Today is given you to
Make all the difference you can and to
Smell all the flowers you can and to
Love as deeply as you can and to
Let laughter break some ribs and to
Let rain drown your tears and to
Give yourself away and to
Worship as truly as you can and to
Leave your worries in yesterday then
Do the things fear won't let you do then
Say the things that matter most then
Do the things you haven't done then
Do the things you have to do and then
Give a life a meaning
Find life's meaning
Hidden in love's meaning
And your life meaning
Breathing in God's meaning
And pick up a book of meanings
To check the short meaning
Of short and find that that's the
Aching distance from the
First intake of air to the
Last release of the same.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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A Work of Art So Great
I’m going to prepare for a work of art so great,
exceeding all I’ve ever tried to create.
Way beyond that of the usual and what is real,
surpassing the contemporary, and surreal.
I’m going to paint my mother before she was born
and my deceased father in his next new dawn.
I’m going to show my enthusiasm and love for life,
and also my idiosyncrasies, which I do dislike.
The paint will flow with my love, which is so strong
and my devotion, which is eternally long.
My determination of which there is none stronger
will follow my fortitude, which will last even longer.
I’m going to paint my energy, the mighty force within,
and then my endurance, I will never give in.
The swirls of paint will portray the thin air that I breathe,
and the phenomena I find so hard to believe.
Perspective will show a vision of width, length and depth,
and a larger, greater vision of life after death.
I’m going to paint all the lost souls in the spirit world
and how life began and how it unfurls.
The peoples’ struggles, their problems and strife,
and then heaven, a new beginning a better life.
I’ll show an invisible cloud for everyone to see,
the depths of the oceans and the saltiest sea.
The colourful gases on the far side of the Milky Way,
the depths of hell, on a lost souls’day.
I’m going to paint the beating of my anxious heart
and the passing of wind with a smelly fart.
The complicated process of an invisible thought,
and the split second a dream is caught.
A happy and sad teardropp before it has formed
and a cold, cold heart before it’s warmed.
The buzzing, thrilling sensation of that first ever kiss,
and the last one, which I would much rather miss.
The sizzling red hot burning passion that I have for you
and with it the love, and desire to be endlessly true.
And I’ll finish with what my soul has to offer you
and display it in sensations, and emotions too.
Several lifetimes this picture would take to paint,
It would be the greatest work anyone could undertake.
I will have to think how large this canvas should be
so that it can show everything that I see.
Perhaps I should begin it on a grain of sand
by using a microscope and a steady hand.
When each grain is finished I could place it in a glass jar
so that people can see my progress so far.
But if for some reason I cannot see this masterpiece through
the critics will say that I bit off more than I could ever chew.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Depth Of A Woman
there is depth in me that is
much like the sea
and on days of my greatest gleam
i am the woman who manages
what some may say is the impossible
a son, a daughter, i have them all
and nothing prevents me from
keeping them calm, in great winds,
in the roughest rain,
the sight of my eyes, the searing pain
of life's hard road,
it all bulds to a glorious strength,
the strength of the women before me,
it is the depth of a worldly woman.
poem by Courtney Kane
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On Seeing Him Draw
Paper and pencil
And a blue-purple alma
Full, full and fragment.
Light grey
Same old spray;
Shadowed fainter on paper
That's your you,
Red-purple-blue;
Line, curve, angle
Depth
Depth
Depth.
Slumbering at solitude artery,
Taxied through limb and
Organ. Finally rising to
Centre Brain,
Motor neurones ringing,
Electerrific velocities,
Coursing down his fingers,
Transferring, jumping
Straightly down graphite spine
And singes white notes
To blackened blades
That slice back
To His Him.
poem by Mark Challenger
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The Inscrutable
Can anyone
Ever know another?
Truly see at depth
The magnificent mystery of the other?
We look
We stare; but,
Do we comprehend
The wonder in there?
The image,
The soul;
How little we understand
Of what, physically, we are unable to show.
It's the spirit
We fail to see,
That great human link
The real connection, of you to me.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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To His Mistress, Objecting To Him Neithertoying Or Talking
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
You blame me, too, because I can't devise
Some sport, to please those babies in your eyes;
By Love's religion, I must here confess it,
The most I love, when I the least express it.
Shall griefs find tongues; full casks are ever found
To give, if any, yet but little sound.
Deep waters noiseless are; and this we know,
That chiding streams betray small depth below.
So when love speechless is, she doth express
A depth in love, and that depth bottomless.
Now, since my love is tongueless, know me such,
Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.
poem by Robert Herrick
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On Trust
Trust is a form of surrender, a major surrender a person has to do. It’s not superficial but a full self pledge surrender. It is something you don’t beg for or something you can buy at any cost. Trust is a will we freely give to the one we love or to the people we valued most. Trust is a wonderful possession, so when someone gives you that trust it define the depth of his/her love and faith for you. Don’t break that trust, because if you do, like the broken glass or mirror, you will find it difficult to restore.
poem by Cyrus Diaz
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Killing Myself....
So many people in my life have died,
they have taken their own lives...we cried.
I stumble around in my mind,
depth...
I'm trying to find.
So many things to be overcame,
no..not me to blame.
To find the depth of what people think,
to let my heart,
sink......
I know that people will suffer if I die,
all I can do is cry.....
but when life is put in my face,
even though...
a disgrace..
I wonder, what would I miss...
years go on,
some...with sweetness.
My life is hard right now..
always putting one foot in front of the other....
I think of my friends that lean on me,
the doubt, the worry....
So instead of going away from the life I dread,
I AM GOING TO PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER....instead!
I hate u...memories that haunt....
go ahead,
you can taught,
I know its my soul you want....
BUT FOR ME...I CAN NEVER HAUNT! ! ! ! !
Although I'm weak right now...
no future...
without no how....
To My Destiny...I bow! ! ! ! ! !
To his mistress, objecting to him neither toying or talking
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
You blame me, too, because I can't devise
Some sport, to please those babies in your eyes; -
By Love's religion, I must here confess it,
The most I love, when I the least express it.
Small griefs find tongues; full casks are ever found
To give, if any, yet but little sound.
Deep waters noisless are; and this we know,
That chiding streams betray small depth below.
So when love speechless is, she doth express
A depth in love, and that depth bottomless.
Now, since my love is tongueless, know me such,
Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Psalm 51
Create in me a clean heart o God
And renew a right spirit within me
Create in me a clean heart o God
Release me from this sin and set me free
Restore unto me, the joy of my salvation
And take not thy holy Spirit from me
Restore unto me the joy of my salvation
O Lord I was so blind but now I see
Wash me with your cleansing blood
Wash me whiter than the whitest snow
Wash me with your cleansing blood
May I surrender to the heavnly flow
A broken and a contrite heart
These I know you'll not despise
A broken and a contrite heart
On your mercy my heart alone relies
Without your hand I could not stand
My heart would crumble in the dust
I have no other place to go
In God alone I put my trust
Where could I go where would I turn?
For you are life all else is death
I'll walk with you my heart shall burn
And I will feel the Spirit's breath
poem by Frank McEleny
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A Soul Pit
I rescued my soul from its Drowning Pit
awash with seething anger and sorrowful regrets
offering it gentle release and conversation
to recant the journey brought it to the Pit
and how the road there might have revealed
signposts, warnings and beseeches.
It could not catch its breath and I spoke first
asking how it came to that state
where it was willing to chance suicide
and toss itself overboard to oblivion.
'The soul you know' I said 'lives on forever
and cannot die
how then was it then you planned to down fall
and expire, a Soulful death
which by definition cannot be:
no soul dies-
it lives on if harmed in suffering.'
My Soul composed its words, speaking slowly
'True I did not die even as I bottomed in the Pit
but Soul's you know can be obscured and lose
the will to continue to live if their Spirit force is
drained from them dry.'
That Spirit Force is the Soul's origin, its life force;
for Life itself gives birth to all Souls you know.'
'Soul you are wise' I said ' What will you do now
to regain that spark
without which Eternity dies?
Will you avoid another attempt as suicide? '
Oh, Soul said I know I'll not die, it is just that
sometimes a Soul, untested, without trials, held in reserve,
withers away standing up.
'The Pit, ' Soul said quipping, 'was just a stop.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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