One of the many masterpieces that inspire those peaceful pieces of me…
One of the many masterpieces that inspire those peaceful pieces of me…
Introduction:
I seem to only pray in times of need…
And often react so ungratefully…
But if ever there was a reason to believe…
I’ve found my need…
My reason to believe…
Love..Likes…
Feelings on ice…
Should I feel remorse for the truest thoughts I’ve spoken…?
Hoping to rewind back the hands of time…?
So I could take back just one line?
With a 4 letter word, followed by “you”…?
I can’t…
I refuse…
Never have I met someone so in synch with me in facets I never even thought to conceive…
Where thoughts of mine used to go to be all alone…
Now have someone to hold on and show the world…
Never have I met someone who loves the written word more than me…
The ability to humanize and bring tears to my eyes…
For your thoughts have so much depth and emotion…
Your words helped me entertain the notion that what I write…
Has meaning…That there is no ceiling to the impact I could make on your life…
That “like” is only the beginning…
So I can wait…
In fact I know one day…
I’ll find that “star gate” straight into your heart…
Where I hope to forever reside in the warmth of your love…
Maybe I’m already there waiting…
I can wait…
I will wait…
I have no worries..
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Intro: A little experimental. Our shared faiths…
Love & Faith…
Beams from beanstalk seeds…
Birth beneath erupts rosaries…
Each speak of beliefs in Beings…
Paths rooted in need…
A reason to be…
Foreseen through infinite means…
As this scene means more than what we see…
For faith has but one tree…
From which all beliefs be…
Bumbling beeing humbly meet…
Mix scents into similes…
My belief…
Yours and in between…
Shared seeds…
Faiths’ finity is so sweet…
Intro {Poetic}:
They say the laws of physics are never invented…
Principles of uncertainty beckon me to wonder what is real and what is theory…?
The mechanics of time and space have long been debated and weighted by great minds who seem at a loss for how and why…?
What guides these loose strings of time…?
What is their relation to life…?
Should we even think in such terms…?
What about the beauty…?
Imagine…
Time’s fine twine is in tatters now, but beauty is still profound…
Notice the strings as they come unbound from the vacuum of supposed non-sounds…
Collisions of particles bound by atomic clouds…
Primordial crowns that pulsate through the night…
Imagine the Divine Might behind this show of lights…
Where the lines drawn between energy and matter no longer matter….
Particles scatter…
And the double helix ladders that make up us…
Have the imprints of a Higher Being that can’t be seen…
Yet Whose grace can be observed…
Perhaps the very words of our Holy Books and Hadeeths can shed light upon these mysteries…
My belief…Every single soul has been imbued with the power of love and ability to spread peace…
I notice that through all this organized chaos, speaks a form of speech that transcends any weak bonds from those wrinkles in time…
The beauty of The Divine is part of the very twine which we try to endlessly define…
No matter how the lines and equations shall be drawn, I’ll always find a reason to pause..
Just an individual soul…Reflecting on the majesty bestowed upon all of us…
I know of 72 Stars who will forever outshine the infinite number of other stars that make up the night sky…
A place where particles congregate…
Where affinities of time, space…
And Divine Grace emphasize love above all else…
A place where we see ourselves…
Piece by piece…
Part and parcel of we…
Watch…
Observe the Chemical Romances…
The Divine Dances…
These masses of particle classes…
Egalitarian practices…
In making selections…
Natural affections..
Based on mutual connections…
Bonds begin to form…
Luminous glows…
In sensuous shows of love…
Celestial flows bode well…
As Divine forces giver birth to heavenly storms…
Precipitate the very seeds for which we are now so thankful for..
I feel Martin Luther King Jr. was a luminary…
“Luminaries”
Spirits…
People…
Bodies…
Lights…
The power of light…
Shining through all the darkness…
Buried barely beneath the fairy tales…
Ships sail through “gale force” winds with only one vision…
Spread light to all places of blight…
Rarely ever is a course defined…But the inner light inside guides the mind…
Hidden between the lines of history were these visionaries…
The luminaries…
The shunned ones who saw society had done wrong…
And tried to remedy the flaws…
Made enemies with the “pawns”…
Got caust for the righteous cause…
Distraught over the loss of the common clause that states all life is precious…
However insipid beliefs breed grief all too readily…
When you’re told not to hope or dream…
It takes great courage to break through this darkness…
Prove you’re just as important being as any other could be…