Posts Tagged ‘ spiritual ’

For lack of a better term of phrase

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Patience
Has never been
My
Strong suit.

If I don’t get
What I want
Right away
Then it’s on
to something new.

Usually
Forgetting
If not neglecting
All that I hold true.

However this time
I’m waiting
like I’ve never
Ever wanted to.

And Never
Have I ever
wanted like
I want you.

Writing rhymes & riddles
In poems
For days
Like Its THE
Only thing to do.

Hoping it grabs
Your attention
And you understand
I’m not just trying to do
What iT is that most dudes do.

I love
Your everything’s
Especially
That In which
you boast to…

It’s no wonder
Why I wonder
So much about you
During/throughout the day.

What are you doing?
How are you feeling?
Did you get your sleep?
Have you gotten home safe?

If I get
No response
I tend to worry
As If I said something,
the wrong way.

I know
I throw out too much
All at once
And words can flip
like bullets ricochet…

Is that
My subtle clue
That I should
Slowly slip away?

Probably,
Since my fascinations
Could just be
An inconvenient phase.

That kick started
Soon as I was victim
To your “idgaf
about you” face.

Charm is
Often deceitful
& beauty is
Usually vain.

I’ve been too scared
To ask your spiritual views
Regardless
I hold you on high to be praised…

You are no longer
Forced to
be around me,
So in essence
You’re free.

I’ll leave
My Ramblings
To “random” pictures
That register to others
As simply amusing.

Spilling my heart
Like Easy come/Easy go,
Freddie preached
To those
Unassuming.

YhWh
Build me
With Super strength
The devil drugged me
With that’s confusing.

Indigestion

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That pop
That crackle
That subliminal stuff,

What we repeat
We record
And oddly enough,

Engrave
Onto the soul
Clashing passions & bluffs,

Negativity
Takes its tole
Hearts harden in the rough…

Kindred Spirits

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In hopes
That you read,
I’ll allow
For my heart to bleed,
Just to show
That you stir the strongest
of magnets inside of me,
That can’t help but connect
And be in desperate dire need,
Maybe because your so well without
Or because your soul
Calls back to me…

I am ashamed
Of my past
And how they weirdly
Connect to you,
No hidden thing
Will remain a secret
Eventually all
Will see the truth…

I seek for good company
I’ve run all my affiliates away,
A terrorist set on self detonation
Seeking an arc angel to get rid of
All the demons that keep coming back home when they stray…

A heavy burden
No one wants
So I understand
Why most run,
When you push away
I can see why
The slightest of movements
Make those jump,
But I know
Love weighs more
Then the setting
Of the sun,
So my soul
Won’t settle down
Unless you tell me
That your done…

But even then
Reality
Will still be
Hard to grasp,
No one knows
For how long
Affection
Will stick & last,
Heart beats
Don’t lie
And if they bump
With the touch of my hand,
Then I’d selfishly
Say
Come on
And take a chance…

Yield & Proceed with caution

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We only see
What we wanna see.

And only pump breaks
When red lights are flashing.

Split second decisions
May result in tragic traffic.

So Manual efforts may be required
To jump start defensive driving tactics

Whats in the air

with as many lies hanging in the air

its been a little hard to see,

this world is so un pure

its been a whole lot harder to breathe,

the body is but a host

open for spirits to be entering,

sometimes catching us unaware

like “what is this that has gotten into me”,

you pray you can contain or destroy it

because those weaker around you don’t need to be,

under the influence of such things

that make you do what you wouldn’t normally,

intentions are bad enough

imagine the excuses that allow you to teeth,

which makes me look more than both ways

because I can’t trust those around me,

I don’t know if it’s really them but even then

 I don’t trust them as far as my glasses less bare eyes can see,

we’re in the end of days where it’s all spiritual & physical war

ready or not, its time for fighting…

Side swiped at the perfect time

People Hate

What They (can’t have and)

 Dont

Understand,

LIfe

is happening

with or without you

so to fait, what is your primary plan?

you may think

your playing poker

and the main hazard here

is not, to not let any one else see your hand,

 this is chess

with carefully calculated steps

properly matched and set

 to meet and get their demands,

so clap your hands

and wish evil’s

just will

goes away,

like a domino effect

touching every single thing

that slips in/ falls out or that gets

in or around its way,

all that slander

and all those lies

strictly and only for you self satisfies

leaving little to be happy about when I am given the “bad news of the day”,

so clouded in my self

I hardly had

any feeling

left to feel,

when the enemy

that’s been on my tail

sees her window

and complains to those that also see its appeal,

I’m threatening

because their bullshitting

does little to scare me or make me submit to the

kiss ass and wait in line sort of parade,

I answer to those who ask

so if ever given a task

and those in which are thirsty and ask

for water and flask,

in which case I have

do I shew them away?

 and say for those comments/that answer/this water

this company (my employer)

does not pay for me to relay?

heavens no

I pour until I can’t no more

and if in conversation we both agree

that we are all in the final end of days,

why should you be offended

if what we’re grieving over

isn’t in your interest

if it isn’t within your grasp

then this subject matter

is not for you, at least not today!

not everything

is meant for you

or against all of you

who happen to think and feel

the same way,

let the dead

Barrie the dead

the blind

lead the blind

and you your self

can go on and about

your own merry way!

I’m not soliciting

or trying to make commission

some one has a dollar

I have 4 quarters

and they have a feeling

I’m carrying change,

do I ignore whats been left at my door

my response is

I have nothing more

what I’ve been given

and what you’re asking for

I give freely

because it’s what ive been given

to gave,

my god has

set me in my path

forgiven my awful past

and set me in my ways,

I was side swiped

at the perfect time

because at this time

I wasnt going to move

until the building came down

in flames,

so now

by no other choice

I move away,

oh how

comments

pave

(this is the first installment

of a week-long series

of how people

who can’t grasp the situation

they only caught

a fraction of a piece of

can jump to conclusions

further building

an excerpt catalog

that led to my termination

from a company that

is supposed to help

those that are less fortunate

down and out

on their luck

know them selves

what is needed

but wanting confirmation

who am I to deny

what is placed in my heart

not by choice?)

///my termination letter will be uploaded at the end of the week

to show case and better illistrate the up coming poems ///

The Fight inbetween the seams

I’m very much a lover

more so than a fighter

so the soul of writer

is stuck in between the wire

of being a safe distance away

and butt naked next to desire

looking at truth straight in the eyes

and calling her a liar

which he knows will inflame

and make her inquire

of a way to get even

until its blood that he perspires

which only engages him

to go out and inquire

a reason and/or excuse

to pour gasoline over a lit lighter

knowing the outcome

it’s a self destruct/self-defense mechanism insider,

the repetitiveness is finally showing its age

and both seem very tired,

stuck in the middle with our intentions and actions

while the devil laughs and admires