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Poems about Spiritual
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The quartet musicians: I marvel at their sync. / Small meetings of eyes crossing chasms of collaboration, / the violent workings of their e
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I stand upon a rocky rise, / silhouetted against a starry sky. / / She is shining light. / She is flying without wings.
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I want to walk into purity, / shedding this corruption. / / I want to spread my wings, / taking flight into the stars. / / I want to wrap myself in rain, / and walk alone for days. / / I want to do so many things…
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Her voice is pure; / she sings as angels would sing, / and yet she paints herself for sex. / / Such sentiments come pouring from her mouth
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What if we are completely wrong / And life is nothing that it seems? / All the theories we cannot prove / What says they are remotely close? / What if all our equations / Just fit it all by chance? / The same chance that / Could create the h
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/ We are exalted above the angels and as precious as His blood. Who among you would give their only begotten son? When Abraham climbed the mountain a faithful heart he was. Whether we choose life over death or pride, fear and consequence, His judgment
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My entirety, / Hidden within this life's mask, / Never fully seen, / Until the day my soul flies, / Then will I truly exist.
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Seas and waves are greeted by lily petals that dance in the wind.
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Is it God, / Or Buddha, / Or Mohammed, / Or Muhammed, / Or Jesus, / Or Baal, / Or Yahweh, / Or Gaia, / Or Being, / Or Whatever, / Does it m
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Glory fills my soul, / God's mercy and forgiveness, / The flame for my coal. / / As if floating up, / High upon the ethereal palm, / I fee
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I make my living from the market-place / Just as my fathers would; / I move between the avenues / Selling and
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The locomotive of the body / Overindulges at a superfluous speed at times / And retards while in commotion / Or simply stands still witho
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My thoughts...
Suspend me
From sanity's ceiling...
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Life is such an illusionary thing. / I often wonder about the things I dream. / Are they deep hidden secrets, / or things I have seen? / Wi
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To love is to be warm
To hate is to be cold
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I fear not, those who condemn me. / For they condemn themselves, / simply by the act of condemning. / I fear not those who judge me. / For their judgment is merely their opinion, / and their opinion cannot condemn me. / I mistrust not, those w
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There once was a boy born hollow and vacant, / With skin made of bark, but nothing within. / His folks named him Marcus, Marcus the Giant,
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The hills in autumn are hawk-colored. / The wind flaps and screeches through dry straw, / burlap and denim wait to be stuffed and faces pai
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The mind is in vacuum / nonetheless there is something to pen down… / With the thoughts getting on and off / setting me in a chaotic sta
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Flashing violently like some twisted horror show / Memories come and go only when I think. / I try to let people feel how I feel, let myself go / And all I want is to sink. / I am heartless without my friends, my real kin. / And without these pe
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Hidden in the attic,all the way upstairs,is something very special,that I would like to share.My hopes,my dreams,old photographs,of good times and bad times that make me laugh.The joy of a hug,the thrill of a kiss,leaves me to remember the pure, simple bl
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There is nothing in the world as you and me / It is but the fragmentation of the human mind / Break open the mind in you / Then see the div
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I suppose, however, that it grounds me in reality
It displaces me from inside my mind
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She is strong in the emotional sense
Determined more than the average
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Finally Able To See Beyond The Nose Upon My Face. / Clarity Surrounds Me Like Never Before. / Jumping Into The Rapids ...Cold, Dark, Just B
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As I looked out across the morning rain / A veil drew over that pale sky, / And that refreshing deluge made its claim / To all that had so far been far too dry. / The intoxicating showers watered / Wherever nature was desiccated. / And as that
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/ you are more / than sustenance / / you are more / than just dessert / / you are ethereal / intangible / elusive / / you are the ed
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