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Spiritual Poetry
Sobek
(deification of crocodiles)
You lay there brother
What are you thinking?
You lash out at something near your pool of vision
What is to gain?
If I came to gaze at myself at the water would I meet my end in the same way?
Would you drift peacefully wondering what I see?
Is there confusion or enlightenment in your abyss?
~ Travis Saunders, Dragon Intuitive
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Be well friends
Peter Pierre
Only a fool seeks wisdom for who on Earth else would need it?
Similarly an unclean soul seeks purity,
You’d be an unwise fool to feed it.
Purity demands one must abstain,
Whilst hinting that truth sets one free,
That’s a “stop” and that’s a “go.”
Blatant hypocrisy
The blueprints for progress are faded,
Outdated, toxic and surreal,
There is nothing wrong with the universe,
You are only as true as you feel.
Happiness is a state of mind my friend,
And I will send you my fees,
One door for letting people in
And three doors for letting them out,
And take good care of your keys.
~ DonJuan Writer
Zombie Dream
The zombie terror pursuing me,
In the black sheen of my lucid dream,
My fears of impending fatherhood,
Raise the un-dead to strip me of any scheme.
And the recurring nature of their chase,
Whenever I closed my eyes,
As real as the fears I had to face,
They will devour any disguise.
With each dream the tension was tightened,
From out to in to labyrinthine spaces,
The visual of the deaths of others,
My terror in their faces.
But I learned how to defeat my hordes,
For I knew they were a manifest me,
I could switch to calmness by choice,
A zombie means I’m dreaming, you see?
Whenever you see the un-dead,
And you know they are after your soul,
Rather than submit to your architects dread,
Know you are a wholesome whole.
~ DonJuan Writer
Buy the Dragon a coffee.
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THE QUESTION IS
The question is not what is seems to be
listen to me carefully I’ll explain & you’ll see
Here lately I ask myself sentences or questions I suppose
But here lately in the back of my mind many answers arose
When you ask yourself a question the question is the answer
To know this insight I looked deep inside and revealed I was a glancer.
One who see what or what he may not want to see
And the very answer to all questions lie within me
No longer do I seek advice but now I seed the light
No more use information & advice I have my insight
Use to ask the preacher where love ones go when they die
Why do preachers say some of them sent to hell to fry
You’ll never imagine the other foolishness that he said
The senseless words he muttered caused confusion in my head
I use to ask my Science teacher questions he would ignore
For instance I would ask were there many worlds once before
Use to ask the shrink did I really a ball of fire in the sky
To be told my imagination was one that make believe & lie
So now I learn to trust me and the insight that was there all along the answer to anything under and above the sky!
Unbounded Love
In my life I’ve experienced many forms of love;
The possessive love a man feels for a woman.
The tender love a mother feels for her child.
The sisterly and brotherly love of siblings.
But never had I known the purest and truest love,
Until the moment my soul vibrated in response to yours.
I felt the beauty and gentleness of an evolved soul.
I sensed the compassion of a kindred spirit.
It began with your calm soothing voice,
Your sweet smile that could invoke bliss, and
A tender gaze that made me feel cherished.
All emotions I had rarely known before.
And yet I still remained blinded to the purity of this love,
Until limited human perception made you misunderstand me.
Your words cut deeply, but I did not retaliate. You see
What seeped from those cuts was an unbounded sea of love!
An Enlightened Marriage
Two Yin and Yang paths cycled and wound,
Independently over the ground.
Transcending to the field of no sound.
The first, a gentle wave of emotion.
The latter, diligent in his motions.
Neither had foreseen the coming devotion.
Their karma has merged them into one.
All proprieties are said and done.
Ahead there is bliss along the final run.
May the Almightly bless this conscious union.
Keep them wary of perils to this fusion.
So that love and harmony are the only conclusion.
I Can Never Say Goodbye
(written for Michael Jackson, R.I.P. 1958 -2009)
From this life I have passed
There is no need to be sad
I am not the first and I will not be the last.
Today you may mourn as I sleep
You may cry and even weep
From the bondage of this world, I am free.
Know that I have lived my whole life
Through my friends, I will survive
Because of you, in truth, I will never die.
You are filled with great sorrow
Forgotten moments now follow
A brighter day awaits you all, tomorrow.
We may say, farewell to yesterday
But, in your eyes, I can never say goodbye
Let go of me, without asking why.
You may be hurting now
As much as your heart will allow
Know that all things must change; somehow.
I know that you still really care
Of remembered times we use to share
In your heart, I am always there.
I have done all I think is right
My days have no more nights
I have crossed into the eternal light.
And, although I am gone
You will never be alone
Cause together… we are forever and ever…
© 1998 Portrait of the Artist by Maleka Sharay
Spin, spin, spin
I saw you standing there
With a tear in your eye
How did you get inside?
I left the doors all locked
I thought that you were gone
Must be a dream I’m in
How could you be for real?
I want to be with you
And you don’t need a mask
To hide yourself from just me
Open your heart for me
Let me in your soul
Dying is all that we ever do
And I’m so busy here…
I’ve got no time for a friend
But I don’t regret
Anything that I’ve done
With my time and don’t you see…
What it is I do with my life?
Sacred Goddess Within
“One night a beautiful woman appeared and said…”
I am she,
The One Goddess that sleeps,
In peace, I rest in vacancy.
I am a mystery,
Speak! Why have you summoned me?!
Who provokes me from quiescent sleep?!
In holy ecstasy,
Times three, resting on my throne,
In the secret depths, so all alone!
I am the sacred,
Completely free of all hatred.
Silence! As I rise within, the flesh of your being!
Blessed be,
Is he; who has called out to me?!
I am the resurrection, tremble before me!
Gaze and behold,
I am all-powerful; nothing can uphold!
An undying storm; awake and transform!
Traversing your spine,
I seek refuge beyond time, where all things intertwine!
Come! This living water, enter the Divine!
Endlessly I climb,
My countenance trailing behind,
Transcending the heart of all mankind!
Beyond the wise,
Life and light, pouring through your eyes,
An inextinguishable fire; wake up and arise!
Invoked in rhyme,
Soaring into the sublime,
Like burning flames, eternity unnamed!
Now we are one,
Brighter than ten thousand suns,
A final communion, in this glorious union!
Face to face,
Beyond time and space,
This perfect love has found its righteous place.
Like mind Rendezvous
When love has been made
And all the dead have awoken
I come to your side
unseen and untold
When eyes see beyond
You come by my side
inkind and inside
Shining the darkness in my heart
Come
Drink Me
Deep
When love has been made
beautifully expressed.
Her Heaven is Our Life
Her heaven is a library, brimming with books
Our lives are written with in the pages
Reading the chapters, following along
Guiding with her mothers love and light
The narrators are all her family, her proud legacy,
We are all her precious ones
In my thoughts, she is not really gone
As Grandma’s voice fans my senses
Singing softly, soothing
Breezing through my soul
A scent of lilacs lingers
Awakening instant awareness
She is there, so close
My skipping heart calms,
Laughs, feels joy
Be still, be smiling
I shall write for her
a happy ending
She’d love that.
~Cheryl Watt
Sincerely Yours
When will this world change,
When nobody will pass the blame,
And continue to destroy,
With games they employ,
We live in a dream
Between
Asleep and awake,
My heart will break,
Another day,
Another way,
Another second
Goes by reckoned,
While I fly,
Ever so spry,
Through the hostilities,
The possibilities,
The impossibilities,
To see my friends,
Diminish their
Sheer greatness,
Their talents,
Their wellness,
And fare, conforming,
Unwittingly storming,
Toward another fate,
How can I sleep,
Eat, or compete
Knowing that I will
Not see that which I need,
Until I, withdrawn,
Simply and purely go,
Quid pro quo,
My mind searches for
The cool crystal waters
Of serenity,
The delicate innocence
Of a soft flower.
Poesia,
dovrei scrivere
una poesia per te,
una poesia telligente;
che copra questo foglio bianco,
come la neve e il ghiaccio,
che c’è fuori,
che scacci il freddo,
che occupi il vuoto;
una poesia telligente,
per te,
che dica tante cose,
di un po’ di tutto,
e di un po’ di niente;
che arrivi al tuo cuore,
che ti dica qualcosa,
che ti convinca,
a non essere distratta,
una poesia telligente,
per farti capire di noi,
per dirti cose di me,
che non ti ho detto mai;
in somma,
una poesia sul serio,
in onda sul tuo cuore,
un po’ seria,
un po’ faceta,
che ti faccia sorridere,
ma anche un po’ riflettere;
una poesia telligente,
che faccia pensare a tutto,
e a niente..
My kids, not all our souls came from the same worlds,
although we all have the appearance of men.
Unique is your life on this planet full of evil colds,
and eternal death or eternal life in the end.
You know nothing, my children,
since the lie of the other kind darkened your eyes.
There is a gate of death that you have to walk through,
to could eternally live to never again be him who dies.
But it will stop you to never get there and make you lose your soul,
they’ll bring you into the world that is dark as a black coal.
If you are very young, true and chosen,
before the age of consent be careful most,
since you’re the sacrificed children,
and they can get you, but when – who knows.
They won’t want you to get to the sacred place,
where one can see the God’s Holy face.
Never trust anyone and don’t speak about what you saw,
be silent and pretend being stupid to live longer and more.
I saw wise bad men that never taught their pupils truly,
who created churches with bad theology to teach you all wrongly.
Then they sit on the thrones of this blind world to reign over you,
watching the gate of death to lock the door of paradise before you.
Seek knowledge not in thousand churches, not in millions books designed for you,
but rather search what has always been hidden from you.
I cannot tell you more, since my mouth is being closed,
to don’t be allowed to help you learn and grow,
to never let me reveal, what is left for you to know.