Spiritual Realm (Poetry and Thoughts from Deep Within.)

[Mystic Snowy Owl]

Here you can post your poems and/or thoughts about life, death, religion, dreams and spirits.

Rules:
No bashing the poet.
No Missionizing.
Cruel Feedback is not welcome.

I will start with my next post since for some reason my original post won't save the poem.

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Unwavered Understandings (Title Subject to change.)

I am a spirit
I inhabit a machine like body
Breathing, bleeding and feeling emotions explainable and unexplainable
I live in this body to learn and understand, to observe and to figure out the meaning of all that surrounds me in thought and in reality.
The dream realm is a whole ‘nother place , a whole new world filled with pictures, thoughts that the creative neurological part of this body presence
I know there are rules to living this life and certain procedures I must follow
Unfortunately rules were meant to be broken, procedures were not always meant to be followed, boundaries are suppose to be crossed in order to find that one special thing that each and everyone of us is meant to be found.
Each one of us is somehow connected, bounded together
There are a trillion questions and in finding the answers may take an eternity
I am not whole nor am I less than half
I have yet to figure out the secrets of this body
I have yet to even figure out what I am
I have yet to figure out who I am
You may refer back to my first sentence
“I am a spirit” but is that what I really truly am?
Do I really exist or … perhaps I’m not so sure anymore.
You may see that as a dumb question but is it truly dumb?
Or am I something more, something different with another name
Or perhaps I have no name.
I try to look deeper, I use things, items products such as music and pictures, moving pictures with sounds and other people’s thoughts to try and figure it all out.
But what do we truly know?

Ah, perhaps you may have the answer, the answers to the questions that I ask.

[Mystic Snowy Owl]

I'm not letting go, not yet. (The second poem for an Aquaintence/Friend.)

You know, we never really said goodbye.
And I don’t know that I want too.
I’m not ready
I keep thinking about you and how I’ll remember you.
How I’ll let you go, I don't know at this time.
Lighting candles on a cold moonlit night and pushing them gently across the water in hopes that you will find your way back towards the Gates of Heaven.
That is if you haven’t found your way already.
I know I shouldn’t dwell on you and we haven’t known each other very long.
For some reason I feel that we could have been friends. I don’t know if I have some weird connection with you or what.
I just, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a Guardian thing that I’ve acquired over the years of school.
I don’t know what really happened to you. Perhaps, I just wanted to pretend that I knew what really happened. Maybe, I just wanted an answer. The answers I seek were just out of reach, so I came up with my own. Now that it’s been what, Six years? I can’t for the life of me pretend to know anymore what happened that night. Am I still sad and angry, Are these tears that have been shed for so long, really mine? Yes, that answer I know for sure. I don’t have any closure now, fore I don’t have the real answers I seek. Two different stories, which one is true? I may never know until I reunite with you.
Until that time, until I am ready to let you go… I will continue on living my life. But at the same time I will continue to mourn and hope to understand why things are the way they are with us. To search for a reason as to why your soul was stolen from you and why we all had to suffer at such an early age.

[cherry doll]

I really like your work snowy...thank you for "liking" mines as well...
I will post and keep this alive if you'd like ..


I find peace in the pieces of the chaos i chose to ignore
the reasons I obscure to fit the canvas of my life before
I cannot erase sins scraped over pale skins like drapes
fastened by a shallow glass of seasoned grapes
too anxious to taste the fruits of my mistakes
I'm here in name only i cannot maintain
focus or sobriety until i break the chains
of the ghosts of me,mirrored and times three
the insecurities that rules my life from A to Z
without any room to breathe
so take me where Im pardoned from exhaling
without the worries of failing or falling
far from forming words through my clenched teeth
I yearn to speak...finally saving me

[cherry doll]

any feedback guys?

[cherry doll]

here is a poem I wrote about religious intolerance with one another where we don't try to understand each other,we only judge according to our own prejudices and outlooks on life...just a rant really but tell me what you think k =]

Mistake our misshaped faces for happy grins when wisdom doesnt reach
when pride climbs and divides when given free range to teach
pitting brother against mother in battles of pride and faith
I feel the air collapse when words fall on deaf ears
Attributed to the Divine when he speaks his riddled speech

each in their own grand escape never meeting in mid day to choose the middle way
and ease the hurricane of fear that empowers the intolerance we face
unassumingly underestimating and refusing life
for an everlasting ever after
always after after ...after...today

reenter the rush tumbling through passed hands of tolerance
and merited to truthful stares and rants of insanity
because no one is perfect,it just shows our humanity
understanding the fabric of ourselves woven in seperate bodies
perfectly put together by something far beyond me
yet reason escapes each breath we take for time we pridefully erase
and a plot twist we cannot face since change is scarier to the human race
than the end result of grace
forget everything written,delete and backspace,to the first word "MISTAKE"

[Mystic Snowy Owl]

I know I keep saying I'm going to help resurrect this thing from the grave.

But here it is.

This is a re-creation of a poem that I loved, lost and then found it again. My version is way different from the original version.

Do not cry for me fore I have not left you.
I am the soft, silent and warm breeze that flows through the fields of grain.
I am the snow that lightly falls from the sky, the sound of raindrops hitting your window and falls on your face.
The thunder that roars for attention
I am the wind that cries out and begs to be heard.
I’m in the howls of wolves, the cries of coyotes and the constant “Hellos and How are yous?” from the owls.
I’m in the love that you share with your dearest ones.
I am in the many tears that fall and the pain you feel.
I’m in the anger and happiness that you and everyone else shares with one another.
I’m in the moonlight that sets a glow upon the misty fields and the dancing shadowy creations she makes with objects on the walls of your bedroom.
I am the sunlight that silently enters the rooms through the windows in an abandoned house that makes them come alive.
I am in the sunrise just as the sunset.
I am the tree that grows and provides shade on a sunny day.
I am in the wild rush of ocean and sea waves that crash amongst the hard rocks and floats across the soft pale sand.
I am the beautiful wild flower that grows in the meadow.
I am the eagle that soars across the sky on a Summer’s Eve.
You can hear me in the cries of the gulls on an Autumn’s Eve.
I am the cricketing gate on an abandoned pasture.
You can find me in the laughter of children on All Hallows Eve Night.
You can find me in the fog as well as the voices of the dead in an old and ancient cemetery.
I am the beautiful monarch butterfly that floats upon the slightest touch of wind.
I can be found in the engraved paw prints in both the snow and mud.
I am one with the universe, stars, planets and all.
I am part of you in some way or another.
Please do not mourn for me fore I have never left you.

[cherry doll]

such a pretty picture =]

[cherry doll]

any more? QUEEN wants more

[Rapidman]

I was just given this as an assignment for English class:

"Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let the page come out of you--
Then, it will be true."

Here is the response I will turn in:

TRUTH
By Joseph Lima Jr (for Joseph Lima Jr)
Difficult to craft truth
When leading a life of uncertainty
Never to know if I was—
Or will I be? But
I know
I know that I am—Are you?
I know I am God
That much is true

I know my actions are determined unchangeably
As is anything—but I—as an entity
I think (therefore I am), and
I think (therefore I act)
I act as me—as an entity
I, the present I, assembleme—what I will be—from what I was
My actions are mine—as I am my own—
And to me, as only I am
I am God

As the younger of two brethren, my actions are seen by most to be for him
As though I was assembled by him
And it is true that I did not assemble myself in the past or present
Nor did he—entirely
But we were assembled together
I am him as much as he is me
But that is not at all
He is not my God, nor am I his—or am I?
I am God

Perhaps my predecessors in blood, those who gave me life—created me—are God
But they, themselves were created, as were their creators, and so on
By transitive property, I was created by the creator of all things
As was everyone—or rather, everything
Truth is, we create each other
I was assembled by you all
But I do assemble me, and my future
Those who gave me everything I call my own are not God
I am God

You—and those alike, educators—who bring me knowledge, perhaps you are God
But such knowledge could well be useless, or unused
For I do not only possess knowledge
I act upon that which I possess
And those actions are mine
From me, for me, by me, to me
I am my own
I am God

You all have assembled me, what I was
But I
I assemble what I will be
And that is what God does

[Rapidman]

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