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A Drink To InsanityAs I touch a burning candle I feel nothing
As I touch my heart I feel every thing.
Your ghost haunts me
As I scream for you leave me
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade to just a memory
As you fade from my memory
I drink to pull you back
To feel your touch once more
To feel again
To be whole once more.
As the wind blows throw the curtains
I feel your icy cold touch
I feel your icy lips on my head
As I scream for you to leave
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade with the wind
As your memory blows away
I drink to pull you back
To feel you once again
To let the flame within my heart
burning desperately
To make you warm once again.
As the storm brings me silence
I can hear the soft patter of rain
I can hear your voice whisper to me
The rain increases and your voice surrounds me
Telling me sweet words
The ones you used to say
The one that tore at my heart
The ones I lost myself

Heavenly tearsJust keep on pouring
Oh, heavenly tears
Bring me wisdom
Let me God be near

As holy rain of love
From above they come
May they erase all fear
Make all troubles run far off

Cover my tired face
In huge waterfalls of tears
Across my pale cheeks
Let rivers of revelation and truth appear

Take away all that is sinful
And send rightousness with me on my way
Wash my face with your blessed rain
Cleanse my soul with your holy blood

Through these pure tears
I will still remember your great name
To you, God Almighty
I will never say goodbye

Tears of struggle
Tears of joy
Tears of relieve
Because I am to you dear

May they all somehow lead me to my

RegretRegret

Regret holds me
Ties me down
Makes me hurt

Regret will stay
Nothing can be changed
It’s over

It hurts
Knowing what I could have done
But didn’t do

At the oddest times
It hits the hardest
Causing tears to fall

Pain tears at me
Squeezing my heart
Leaving me breathless

With the tears
Falling down my face
Hope comes

Hope from the Lord
Something I can’t describe
But something beautiful

I know I can’t change the past
Nor the future
Just the present

As I move forward
With this burden
I’m not alone

The Lord is here
He comforts me
He holds me

He leads me
Taking my hand
Bringing me along

I will always h

Mother, I am your child.

Look at me, caged for nine months like an animal,
When I am released I am covered in blood, in my Mother’s blood.

Look at me, Look at us, we are raised by technology,
And you have the nerve to judge us, you the one who has a family.

You might say that we are different,
But we are made from the same parts,
Bodies, Souls and Hearts.

When I am born,
I always see a closed door,
Who left it open?
Why did you left me alone?
Who left me outside?
Why did you left me to...die?

Father, you supposed to be by my side,
Mother, you supposed to heal my life,
Yet none of you were never here, both of you were just lies.

we are born to be broken,
Bu

Praying Through The Motions

Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."

A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp

By Luck and a Loving Eye

Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.

There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.

I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.

The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.

Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet un

To feel God's powerful love...To feel God’s love...

God is my LORD. He will be for eternity. When I felt sad and needed cheering up, I would pray to him and I would know he is listening. Just the other day I felt tempted by the devil and I am so thankful I have realized it. I was scared and confused, I felt like a sheep strayed from the herd. My parents would not let me go to church and I felt like I was slowly drifting away.
But my prayers were not left unheard. I feel like God has taken me back into his hand again, (although he really has never dropped me.) It is a feeling that I cannot experience from any physical substance. God is holy, he is invisible, I cannot touch him, but I feel closer to him than anyone else I can see, feel or touch. I am truly grateful that he has taken me into his care. I am grateful I met people God has planned for me to meet, who has guided me slowly to the ways of the church. It is a miracle. My thanks for the Lord will be for eternity.
Today I decided to w

HopefulA strong, warm hand grips mine,
It holds me safe and tight.
It took my hand just as I stopped trying,
His hand pulled me towards the light.
Warm light brakes around me,
The cold darkness is shattered,
I now feel so very free,
The love around me is all that matters!
I never want to return to that dark place,
I want to stay in this light forever,
I want to always stay in hope’s embrace,
This is home and I will never leave.

W.I.L.D.F.I.R.EW.I.L.D.F.I.R.E

Wielding a desire to hit the fast lane

Is feisty, full of energy and always ready

Legendary as the ponysona who bears the mark of a blazing wheel

Daring, Dashing and Determined to make an impact

Fire in her eyes mean that she's ready to ride

Is in love with a musician with a voice that is tender as the gods

Reaches out to her friends and does it fast, quick and easy

Even now, she continues to blaze on… blaze like a Wildfire.

Happy Birthday Sibsy

Awayaway
away
away
away
of we go and far away
we dream ourselves airborne
feet leaving the solidity
of touched ground
the grass springing back gently
as our body floats upwards

away
away
away
away
eyes travel to new stars
nebulae bursting with colour
comets trailing sparkling debris
from both cold and warm hearts
that gracefully navigate
the entirety of solar systems
taking years in their slow travel
to come around and be seen again

away
away
away
away
stars fade away
the spaces between
becoming something more
the dreaming mind travels
further than before
where darkness is peace
with beauty hidden somewhere inside

away
away
away
aw

God is...God is…
The almighty, the Father, our Lord, our Shepard, our guide, powerful, gracious, forgiving, loving, wonderful, miraculous, the truth, the salvation, the Creator, the Holy Spirit, Jesus Crist,
Absolutely real.
God will not abandon you.
God will not ignore you.
God will not stop loving you,
Even if you continue to sin.
God has loved you,
God will love you,
God is loving you,
He will never let you go.
Were you tempted by the devil?
Did demons come to bring you misfortune?
I am sure,
God will save you.
Do not be afraid, alone.
Do not be sad, hopeless.
Open up to your God,
He will wipe the tears from your eye and
Hug you close.
Love you unconditionally.
He will be more than a trillion times as great as your earthly father.
Open up to your God!

I have experienced pain.
Great dark feelings that brought me to tears at times.
I have been blind, lost,
Lost without my shepherd to guide me.
I felt tempte

Spirit coloursLivvy: *sings*
~the colour purple for the song,
the colour blue to bounce along,
the colour pink to show your care,
the colour red to style your hair,
the colour yellow for the fun,
the colour green to join someone,
the colour orange to have a fight,
the colour violet to show you're right,
the colour black to show you're bad,
the colour brown to show that you're sad,
the colour silver for a sign of hope,
the colour bronze to live and cope,
the colour copper to show your skill,
the colour gray to show you're ill,
the colour peach to show your love,
the colour cream to hide your blush,
the colour aqua for the love to swim,
the colo

Rising City of Nineteen Sixty-VIIDescendant of shamanic shelters swept away
by vermin of the digital age;
Cassette tape traversal through terrestrial trials.
Time capsules grow tired of waiting,
the seeds contained within sprout tangible spirit,
through pavement cracks in correspondence
to craters left to mark erasure;
Evident to circumvent our programmed circumstantial
systematic situation - silver through back roads
as silver through networking capillaries;
Prime directive: purification.
Inherited paranoia; perpetual perceptional prowess.
Birthright of galactic pilgimage, carried on to the next generation.
Parental subtleties emerge in the vessel,
the Voyager's genetic predisposition
to accumulate acoustics;
to accelerate ascension;
to accent escalation
of the Universal Mind.

DemeterI cannot touch you,
Yellow-haired lady crowned with flowers,
Kissed by the sun.
I am in your shadow.

Was it narcissus your daughter picked
when she was dragged from the light?
Irony.
Your screaming drowned out hers
and every eye was on you.
It was all about you.
It was only, ever, about you.

I cannot pity you, lady,
With your torn clothes and furrowed cheeks.
You wail for yourself.
Comfort me, you beg – and I cannot.

You are every mother of every disappeared girl,
Standing on your doorstep with your please, please, come home,
Granting exclusive access for the interview,
Surrounded by a carefully landscaped meadow of photos,
Telling s

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When naming eons.The mountains smile
they say
the sun cannot melt us yet
or the earth break us
there are no
walls of ice drifting across the world
to crush

us on broad plates of bedrock,
they say that god is in the clouds
benevolent and
insubstantial
this is a
quiet
time

of
gentle forest fires and hurricanes,
thunderclaps sparking our broad white heads.
They say,

there are no more mammoths
things have grown smaller
being is less than it used
to be
there are no great fights to fight

this is a still time
it will not
be remembered.

The winter creatures.We are luminous whales
lumbering through
the distance
thick and lonely

we are submerged in strange dreams
we cannot feel
but the neutral empty womb,
numb to sunlight
with lungs that ache for
thin oxygen, the weightlessness
of what is real.

In the afterlife we will be lions,
we roar in echoes,
our hymns, our dirges
our slow funeral wails
puddling in the thick darkness.

Soon there will be
the hot sun on our backs
us, the golden kings of the universe,

the seas will part
for us.

Out.Stain your teeth with lipstick
take the dress out
from the dirty laundry

greet the world

find god for an hour
scream his name
like the sky is
ripping

scrape your stomach clean
afterwards.

Vertigo.You say,
please, talk softer, but
the world is still loud,
the world is tired of being breakable or rich,
the world is not: a snowglobe,
an oyster, a red balloon
slipping up against the universe like
something bright and delicate,
an egg,
new.
If the world were real it
would be a mouth
crooked, stretching lips
hungry and sucking
(inside, great stained whale's teeth),
the cave of it hot and wet and rough
and remember
the jaw is the strongest muscle
your bones break so swiftly
you are dust.
You say, not fair
not fair
the sky is cheating us of our salvation
it should be blue
the sunset declares
beauty and love

Slaughterhouse.Men were always hunters
as much as they were gatherers,
and you are a man.
You are a man,
the hammer of god,
you work long hours, maybe
night hours
because the moon makes it bearable and
absolves you from your callus-hands,
your blood-hands,
your vengeful hungry hammer hands
thundering into the skulls of things,
hands which which you can accuse the world of everything.
Maybe you know the meaning of death.

Maybe you have seen him walking,
maybe her walking
(death always seems too aware of her
beauty to be masculine,
she probably has gorgeous black silk hair and
full breasts
and everyone in their heart of hearts
is of cours

Backpacker.I have seen you in pictures
thread-bare and radiant -
your hair with more gold than mine and
a white moon of a face
that the light shears through clearly and finely.
You are a metaphor for huge blue, bloody hearts
and the skin they ache for in cheap hotel beds,
skin like silk that is touched and touched and drunk
greedily
milk-and-honey skin
woman skin
venerable.

Your hands are like that, too,
hands that have known potatoes and dirt
subway stations and the handles of bicycles and men
cigarettes and empty pockets.
You are of the world
red, real
sharp to the taste,
you can say what you like about yourself
or your misbegotte

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Living Sacraments

by ~MaggiexMalarkey, Dec 21, 2012, 11:52:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

The inexplicable
sudden
smell
of flowers in winter:

the kind of thing
you cannot
define or describe,

the way the wind tastes
for a moment
like an old promise

the way familiar patterns,
common words,
the house you grew up in
remind you

not of home

but of some
brief untranslatable fragment,
a song from your childhood,
the taste of the lips of
your lover,

the way
water and oil swirl,
milk and wine
form your blood and your body

a strange mysticism
older than breathing

that cannot
be explained.

Living Sacramentsby ~MaggiexMalarkey

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~ExistenceWeSummonYou Dec 31, 2012

Oohhh.... I really like stanzas four through seven... I really like it when poetry help us experience the extraordinariness of the ordinary....

"the way
water and oil swirl,
milk and wine
form your blood and your body"

Beautiful.

~MaggiexMalarkey Jan 1, 2013

Thanks!

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~MaggiexMalarkey Jan 1, 2013

Thank you!

*archelyxs Dec 25, 2012

Very accurate. Concise and beautiful work.

*alapip Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

the subject, not new,
but your treatment is, Maggie...
and wonderful!

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~MaggiexMalarkey Dec 22, 2012

Thanks!

*alapip Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yup...

~jacksonlynnkoch Dec 21, 2012

ahhhhhhmazing

~MaggiexMalarkey Dec 22, 2012

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