Truth
Forgive me, should I seem uncouth
For it’s not my intention to offend
The hours ripe to speak mine truth
I pray these words you comprehend
There’s no such thing as “Us n’ them”
Separation ‘n discord is mere illusion
Alas, harmful acts that self-condemn
That kills the soul’s gift of absolution
“Know Thy Self” look deep within
Your soul knows all there is to know
Healing old wounds can then begin
The love held inside again shall flow
Rejoice dear brethren, be of good cheer
As “A Grand Awakening” draws near
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Word Flow
My mind spews an endless stream
Of words that flow 'n flow the more
Active mind filled with many dreams
A realm of fact, fiction, myth 'n lore
Who gives a damn what I think or utter
For men care not what I do or say
Alas, my bread is dry so pass the butter
For it’s my wizened soul I must obey
Condemn me not I only speak my truth
Words not meant to cause you hurt
Nay, that would clearly be uncouth
For it’s with your fertile mind I flirt
Relax my friend, watch my halo glow
Often happens when I let words flow
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poem by Ray Lucero
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I Know, I know, I know
'I know, I know, I know, ' you softly say.
But, how can I be sure you understand
My depth of love? From you what will convey
Assurances to me, that when we stand
Alone, we two; I whisper in your ear
Equivalent soft-spoken words, I'll know
That you will comprehend that what you hear
Is uttered from my soul? Not just a flow
Of idle praise but, solemn words that mean
That unrelenting, pounding, lonely heart
Of this, perhaps, most foolish man, unseen
Behind a mask of practiced calm, that part
Of me that dies a little more each day,
By longing for your kiss on lip and brow,
Has had to speak or break; has had to say,
What lies so heavely therein. The vow
So long withheld from you, of silent love,
Is broken, breached, confessed, oh yes, its true.
My penance paid, now truth, and God above,
Forgive my sin, my sin of loving you.
I speak without reproof, deceit or guilt.
My burden of existence is no more.
My wounds, unhealed from long held silence, built
The weakened structure of this man. To shore
My mental framework, give me peace of mind,
I plead you this, my dear, please hear my prayer.
If love's responce to me is disinclined
And, I have lost love's grace, I won't dispair
Denied your love from me, if you can find
Naught else but this, I pray you please be kind.
(Rhymed Iambs)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Multi-dimensional Man
A day of understanding is upon us
When all wonders are revealed
When mankind claims full aliveness
When occult is no more concealed
Brought to light are 10 dimensions
Below and above the present third
Known the truth of God’s Intention
Brought to light His “Living Word”
We've but to open heart and soul
Reap rewards promised long ago
Broken hearts shall be made whole
Nurtured souls again shall grow
Rejoice dear Brethren and give thanks
For ye shall soon join Heaven’s ranks
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Architect Of Love
“Love”…most noble of all words
Born of Light and God’s Intention
Sung sweet by Earth’s songbirds
With reverence, joy, celebration
The Cosmos doubtless knows it’s true
That God’s Love brought about Creation
All held together with His Loving Glue
Man can't really go astray thru separation
Abundant sparks of light He doth implant
In every soul of every being in every-place
Altho we mischief-make His Love’s extant
Why would God exempt the human-race?
Look within and find God-Given-Spark,
For within every soul He leaves His Mark
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The Truth Within
The Violin in his hand, His mind is at a far
The tears held within: the winds resemble his sorrows
The strength in his voice, the pain in his soul
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
The smiley face fades like the watery paint
The thought hit him like a dream in broad daylight
Patient was his virtue, but sorrow was to overcome
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
His silence got the best of him
Now his pain cant be faded by her words
He would rather hold her than leave her,
His words wont change her mind
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
She was a treasure worth keeping
but the wrong treasure for him 'she once said
Healing the truth, Healing the wounds
Regret is unbearable, Time is at its essence
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
Sometimes the truth makes us walk away without a word
Sometimes it avoids us hurting the treasures in our lives
The best he hopes times forgives him
But it never does it reminds him the constant mistakes of his silence.
poem by Sylviah Salima
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No More Praise
Once they said you were so sweet
But now they say that you are a cheat
So maybe then someday you might learn
Your deeds speak louder than any word
As you think walking down your street.
Once they said your soul was loyal
But now they say its used and soiled
So I say this to you my dear, dear friend
If you did once before you will do it again
You once had nothing but now you are spoiled.
Once they said you were knowledgeable
Now they say that you are intolerable
As you think your better than everyone else
And no one is as smart as yourself
Now your ways and acts are unpardonable.
Once they said you were very honest
But then you became very dishonest
You hid your truth as you would hide a tear
Then you made your past and deeds disappear
As then you thought you were a goddess.
Once they said you were trustworthy
But then you became uncouth and earthy
You became a person that we never knew
As inside your soul and mind evil and hate grew
Now for your salvation you will never be worthy.
Once they said you were true to the core
But now your mind is empty and your soul is poor
You had let evil and sin enter into your life
Now honesty and love is out of your sight
Statements of praises, you wont hear anymore.
poem by Randy McClave
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Time Of Separation
Once again to strive, to beat it out
over and over again.
so worn, worked over
with the intention to kill.
to watch him die and smile
at his dismay,
his pain,
my deliverance.
my cleanliness a gift of freedom.
my walk purified.
my peace given by God.
What else is there
after slipping away,
when every thing is silent
and nothing else is around?
alone.
looking deep inside.
hearing the echo of my soul,
no one can know.
In these times of silence,
these times of separation,
i find there is a void that rises up,
a peace that brings my tears,
a comfort that no one else can offer.
So why do people run away?
why do they look elsewhere
and base their self on opinions
when the truth is so evident that this God of
love is so constant?
destruction and storms.
my Jesus stands to help
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Speak of Pain
No pain to give, so pain gives me
Words of truth, of sincerity
As thy speak thy word flow
Into mine soul, into where I don't know?
What pain is, what pain be
Is my truth, my sincerity
As thy speak, mine heart ooze
All mine pain in mine memory
So speak the truth, wert my pain reign
In thy soul, wert truth never lain…
and pain be a word or two
which bonds me in sympathy with you.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Once They Said
Once they said you were so sweet
But now they say that you are a cheat
So maybe then someday you might learn
Your deeds speak louder than any word
When you are walking down your street.
Once they said your soul was loyal
But now they say its used and soiled
So I say this to you my dear, dear friend
If you did once before you will do it again
You once had nothing but now you are spoiled.
Once they said you were knowledegable
Now they say that you are intolerable
As you think your better than everyone else
And know one is as smart as yourself
Now your ways and acts are unpardonable.
Once they said you were very honest
But then you became very dishonest
You hid your truth as you would hide a tear
Then you made your past and deeds disappear
As then you thought you were a goddess.
Once they said you were trustworthy
But then you became uncouth and earthy
You became a person that we never knew
As inside your soul and mind evil and hate grew
Now for your salvation you will never be worthy.
Once they said you were true to the core
But now your mind is empty and your soul is poor
You had let evil and sin enter into your life
Now honest and love is out of your sight
Statements of praises, you wont hear anymore.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Wistful Words
O voluptuous lip, do whisper in my ear
What mine heart desires, what I want to hear
Love's soul in music, thy musical soul
To fill mine to overflow it full
With the meaning of love, thou soul's definition
The auger of truth our love in premonition
In those wistful words that lover's speak
I love you, I love you
For in those words thy soul and all souls seek
Life, and what's in life true….
My love, I'll say it too, I love you….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burgeoning Love
To this I was unprepared
Yet I accept it as a truth
My heart has been inspired
And caught by your beauty
To this end I have fallen
You are my muse my desire
How fair and gentle you stand
Growing in my thoughts daily
Is this love or infatuation
When words of romance speak
To tell me of how we would kiss
How we would lay together
Held in each others arms
And those words we would speak
How meaningful they sound
You are beautiful and more besides
You have been woven to my life
I’d gift you my heart and soul
If you gift me your hand to hold
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Thanksgiving Prayer to God
Almighty God, to Thee I pray,
And thank Thee for all things this day,
I had received in ample way;
Let glory be to Thee, Aye! Aye!
I am a human being mere;
I sin often and always err;
Forgive me Lord, my God, I plead,
A better life, may I still lead.
This day is almost over, Lord!
I’m sorry if I broke accord;
Without Thine mercy, love O God,
My life gets thrown into discord.
My every want, Thou providest;
My praises, thanks, I offer best;
Ignore my iniquities Lord;
Afill my heart, mind with Thine word.
O let my lips utter good words,
And let my tongue not turn like swords,
And let me labor for Thine sake,
And dispel ignorance and ache.
The good I did all came from Thee
The bad surfaced from within me;
O help me do my duty well,
And always toll the success bell!
O fill this vessel, Lord, I pray,
With gifts that I can share today,
With downtrodden brethren around,
And men and women, poor, unsound.
O bless my solitude always;
Let devils not invade my days;
So bless my deeds and mundane ways,
Miraculously most, in case.
O take away my pride, O Lord;
I long to live in Thine accord;
Rescue me from each temptation
That takes me nearer Damnation.
Provide me Lord, with Thine insight;
Thou art my only way, truth, light;
Let love for Thee burn always bright,
From dawn till dusk, and through the night.
My fallacies are not just mine;
O keep me off women and wine;
This bread will do; my health is fine;
My soul with grace must always shine.
O Lord, now bless this bread I eat;
And keep my body, heart, soul, neat,
And walking in heavenly grace,
With wisdom, piety-filled face.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-17-2008
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Time Thief
I feel the hours move too fast
and know that I can't make them last.
I do not cry for loss of them,
but the giver of time I do condemn
and cannot forgive how he takes away
every hour on every day.
I close my eyes to all of this
with the hope that he might miss
a few of the hours that belong to me.
But when I open my eyes I see
that those few hours are also gone
and I must face one more dawn.
And again my condemnation's here.
I cannot forgive this thief I fear.
He's stolen the sight of sunny skies.
He's stolen them right before my eyes.
He's fled with all the music I love.
He'll leave me nothing that I'm made of.
Forgive him? No, never I say.
Condemn him, yes and so I pray.
'Let him feel the loss like me.
Let him suffer the misery
of not enough hours to feel complete
and not enough time for his heart to beat.
Sentence him as he sentenced me.
Take away his hours so I can be
free.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Forgive Me
Silent wave coming down on me
Washing out the lie
Living inside me
Lifes not hard
Now Im on tv
This sudden twist of fate
I am direct salvation
Just send in your donation
I can promise that youll be saved
Forgive me, world
Im just a man whos lost his way
Forgive me, these two words I pray
Its time to make a change
Yesterday was a different day
Thought I knew the answer
A vision in my mind
Search my soul
And then you will find
A shelter for my pain
The truth is in the open
And now my heart has spoken
Hoping maybe youll hear my cry
Forgive me, world
Im just a man whos lost his way
Forgive me, these two words I pray
Its time to make a change
Forgive me, world
Im just a man who sins today
Forgive me, these two words I pray
My faith is still the same
Maybe I cant change the past
Maybe love can bring us back
Maybe we can try and start again.
Forgive me, world
Music & lyrics by: jimmy santis/richard tancredi/geoff downes & john payne
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Good For Your Soul
Have you ever felt that somehow
You were not yourself
That your body was the same
But everything around you wasnt right
And images so strange and foreign
Flooded in like raging water
Have you ever been in love
With someone you hardly knew
Whereas every time you closed your eyes,
You saw this person come alive
It kept you wide awake at night
You felt like you were burning up
In pain, you want to scream
Then you passed out in a dream
Chorus
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
If you dont stop, youll lose control
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Every lay there half asleep all hours of the night
With some nagging demon tugging at that tiny bell
Inside your mind
When suddenly that strange idea
Bursts into an inspiration
You grab for it and then
The whole thing slips right through your fingers
Chorus
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
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~ Prayer ~
Beloved you only pray in times of stress or need.
Forget not to pray for the joy and abundance you already have.
Prayer is but the expansion of your self into the Cosmos.
If it is for your comfort to pour darkness into space,
It should also be your delight to pour out the dawning of your soul.
If you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer,
Trust that after weeping you shall find laughter.
When you pray you rise to meet in the air others who pray.
And you recognize each other in sweet communion.
Know that when you enter prayer with no other purpose than asking,
For the sake of asking you shall not receive.
Be invisible and pray not before men.
Beloved I cannot teach you how to pray with words as,
You have but to allow God to speak through your lips.
If you but listen to the stillness of the night you shall hear;
“Father your will is our will”
We need not ask for anything, because you know our needs before us.
Father you are our only need, for in giving of yourself you gives us everything.
(Inspired by Kahlil Gibran)
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Parted Presence
LOVE, I speak to your heart,
Your heart that is always here.
Oh draw me deep to its sphere,
Though you and I are apart,
And yield, by the spirit's art,
Each distant gift that is dear.
O love, my love, you are here!
Your eyes are afar to-day,
Yet, love, look now in mine eyes.
Two hearts sent forth may despise
All dead things by the way.
All between is decay,
Dead hours and this hour that dies.
O love, look deep in mine eyes!
Your hands to-day are not here,
Yet lay them, love, in my hands.
The hourglass sheds its sands
All day for the dead hours' bier;
But now, as two hearts draw near,
This hour like a flower expands.
O love, your hands in my hands!
Your voice is not on the air,
Yet, love, I can hear your voice:
It bids my heart to rejoice
As knowing your heart is there,—
A music sweet to declare
The truth of your steadfast choice.
O love, how sweet is your voice!
To-day your lips are afar,
Yet draw my lips to them, love.
Around, beneath, and above,
Is frost to bind and to bar;
But where I am and you are,
Desire and the fire thereof.
O kiss me, kiss me, my love!
Your heart is never away,
But ever with mine, for ever,
For ever without endeavour,
To-morrow, love, as to-day;
Two blent hearts never astray,
Two souls no power may sever,
Together, O my love, for ever!
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Heal the failed Promise
I seek for this Land I found never
I reached for the top I'll forever
A promise one said I'll be expecting
A pledge deep inside still do its resting
Merely believe that it was illusion
Merely believing that's it's true
Weakening hope I'm on confusion
Waiting I did still no clue
Asking some love, attention from you
Asking for pledge to be true
You told me you'll do after month or two
Yet nothing you do after date that's due
Tomorrow may not come, It'll be too late
Tomorrow's not sure, It's no joke my dear
Onward success, inspiration and fate
Onwards the time where our fears disappear
Do you remember the words you said?
Do you think I believe in you?
Eleven and one twiced of hours in bed
Extracting my feeling for you
Aspiring to be the one beside thee
Aspiring to be one and to be free
Throwing away the words you gave
Trashing all things that I save
Healing the injuries and wounds caused
Hoping to live and survive the curse
-OF YOURS.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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