“The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked: who can know it?”
Help, Lord; for the godly has ceased in me;
For the faithful frail part of me has died
And this world’s corruption eats at my Will
My Will to Love, my tongue that’s silent
Our lips are our own: but where is my Divinity?
It does not reach for the stars
But is hidden in the shadow of my errors
I am oppressed by myself, my bad habits
And while I sigh for the needy, I am powerless
To help, to redeem this fate
The Words of the Lord of Love are pure
But purified now I am not, I am lost
Help, Lord; for the humble and the meek
Need a new kind of energy, strength, hope
When the vilest men are exalted, the most compassionate
Suffer the unbearable isolation of poverty
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord of Love?
How long wilt thou hide thy face from…
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There are days and years when we are all Fools
Believing in ourselves more than the Universe
The fool hath said in this heart, There is no God.
He seeks profit not for God’s work
But takes from the system that enslave the weak
The Lord of Love at times seems to abandon
The Kingdoms of Men, knowing the outcome
Before the appointed time of Divine judgement
There are days and years when I forgot
To take refuge in Nature’s quantum counsel
To connect to the cosmos like invisible thought
From the heart where resides our own perfect Light
But though the Lord is our refuge, we are fated
To witness abominations, and walk a long weary road
Before any warm breath of Salvation
The Chosen people are those who endure
With a quiet tenderness, in spite of all suffering
For to be righteous is not to be seen by…
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My heart, mind and soul...transcribed!
we were born naked onto the page of existence; with nothing but the pen of our soul to write ourselves into eternal ecstasy ~ DreamingBear Baraka Kanaan
Habits, purpose and a little bit of zen.
Jeremiah Walton writes poetry + performs spoken word across the US w. a traveling bookstore. Currently, in Tucson, AZ.
Part time actor, aspiring writer of poetry and prose and full-time idiot with a heart.
What you did not build up, you cannot tear down.
To Enlighten, Educate, Entertain, and Evoke Thought
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Here to Illuminate Body, Mind & Soul
Descansa ayer, sueña el mañana y trabaja hoy
"Think about you ALL the time...But I won't tell your name!"
As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears