Tears spitting at the heart
crying softly weeping
trying to fend off avarice
that twisted self hypnosis of power
degenerate god
from whom all else got power
to die and fly
and live no more
on tranquil earth
our home
this dome
where we roam no more
as men but as sapphires
in the burning hand of one
emperor greater than satan
himself
the lord of all demons
Jahweh
that man who made nothing for gain
the god we love to hate
and hate to love
and love to love with hate abiding
in all and none
with self and without
all for whom we know not
Jahweh
softly spoken
gently smoothly
easing the passage of time
to concerned and understandable truth
yet with disregard to all of whom
he wishes to betray
our father who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name
your bread be due
to us
who are under heaven
feed us
we implore you who needs imploration
our mouths are hungry
our lips are thirsty
our blood dry
but for yours
oh God
I really love and enjoy words written from the heart-mind-body and soul. it captivates and catches the readers attention and I admire you for that. Keep writing and never stop because writing is such a great form of all releases. Poetry is such a great form of expression for us all and thanks again.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
This second revised edition describes, from Onlinesss Self Awakening perspective, the major Truth-consciousness realm-waves of transcendent Self Awakening
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