Oct 29, 2009

Know Freedom


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Madmen in bizarre costumes

peek from behind corners,

and they know, they know.

Master plan searching me down.

Little machines that chase me around with

their preposterous little noise.

Giant men confront me with pomposity,

ridiculous because they are only little boys.

They are trying to catch me

and make me scream.

They laugh as they say they

want to shave me bald,

and put a weapon in my hand.

As they are chasing me, they scream out,

"this is the only way out now,

the end of your fleeing is here,

the end of your life is very near!"

Again, i awake from this awful dream,

to a very sunny day,

very few thin high clouds,

bird song, the buzzing of fat bees.

In these early waking hours,

i know freedom, feel it's peace

and love in my heart.

I know these fears are inside of me.

I tell myself to be strong,

remembering it's always love

that guides us to truth.

Reminding myself to manifest

these thoughts into the waking light,

leaving all thoughts

of seeming disparity,

to my dreams at night.


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Oct 26, 2009

The Bible vs. The Book of Mormon


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Growing up in Salt Lake City, Utah, and raised by Mormon parents, i grew up in the shadow of the Mormon church. Both sides of my family traveled across the country with the pioneers to live in the promised land. They were good, hardworking people, who had a strong faith in their church, and they worked hard to live by the "word". As i grew older and started to question the things around me, the church being one of them, is when i was met with resistance from my family and friends. The more i studied the Mormon faith, the more questions i had. My family and ancestors were taught to live and act a certain way, but being the inquisitive, questioning type of person that i am, i just needed more answers. Over the years, i have studied as much as possible, and i can honestly say, that what i was taught by the church, just does not make sense to me, and i can't by my right mind, believe the history of the church as it is written. I am not here to ridicule, or to make fun of the Mormon religion, i am here to simply find the truth.... I love my family deeply, and they believe strongly in their faith, and i respect them for that. I know, deep down they love me as well, but because of my differing opinions and beliefs, i have been shunned by many of my family members, so this matter is very personal to me. I came across this video, and it is one of the best i have seen on the subject....i hope you find it interesting and educating as well....

The Bible vs. The Book of Mormon


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Oct 20, 2009

A Magic Night


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It was just one of those nights,

every log fit perfectly on the fire.

The moon was still waxing,

just about a turn from full,

so that we were all crazy with its light,

but still building.

The surface of the water

held up a perfect mirror.

There were rooftop stories,

there were songs in the alley.

The cherry tree finally blossomed.

The attic was empty,

but the bowl never was.

It was one of those nights,

a reminder that things are unbroken.

A night of four elements,

it was one for the witches,

a loaded night.

I wouldn't have guessed,

waking up to the sun,

that it would be the night

that left us shining.

That those songs would continue.

That what was released with

a breath and a word,

would continue outward

and up to the sky,

where the clouds are now pooling,

and the moon is now waning.

But that night, still unbroken,

took all its juice on the wind,

and the wind,

always comes back again.

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Oct 13, 2009

Angel Wind


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I saw an angel in my dreams,

riding on the wind.

Singing songs of hope and love,

she descended from the heavens.

I stood there a silent man,

admiring her awe and splendor.

At last she spoke to me,

in a voice so soft and tender.

"I am here to bring you dreams and light,

into the darkness of your night.

All your hopes and dreams will ring true,

you will be free at last.

Through all the struggles in your life,

you are learning the golden rule,

to live each day to its fullest,

and serve your fellow man".

I stood there a humbled man,

trying to grasp what she said,

when the winds began to blow.

With angelic wings spread,

she ascended to the heavens.

Here i am, alone again,

thinking of this dream,

reciting these words over

and over, to the angel wind-

Oh, i hear you breathe,

feel your life in me.

Oh, how i try to fly,

this is where i'm meant to be.



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Oct 8, 2009

Weaver


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I used to know a witch,

she lived in the

woods south of town.

Her house smelled like herbs,

and patchouli, and magic.

She baked with spelt flour,

and fruit juice sweeteners.

She made fairies

from scraps

of shiny fabric.

She roamed the

land in her van,

traded hats at barter fairs.

I was pretty sure she

was my soul mate,

but we never

made it that far.

She died while

i was away,

at my distant spot

in the desert.

She left me a

medicine pouch,

that guards my

dreams at night,

and guides me

as i find my way,

through homemade poems,

and wheat free cakes,

and every full moon

that spins overhead.




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Oct 5, 2009

Ghost Dreams


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When i was a boy, i remember

dreaming about ghosts

flying at dusk, with their dark

feathery whispers and moaning sounds,

that i could faintly hear at night.

In this dream i am in the desert after dark,

swarms of ghosts soaring above me,

obscuring the moon in gibbons phase.

I begin to hear witches howl,

so i climb to the top of a dune so i can see.

There are a dozen or so, in black hooded robes.

By torchlight they perform their

secret rites and sacrifices.

I scream as they come for me.

I am captured and taken to their circle,

and they torture me,

until i wake up screaming.....

Those fit full, sweat-soaked

dreams from my past,

have faded away over time.

Now when i lay my head down and dream,

sometimes there is a ghost who visits me.

It wanders empty halls at night,

and i feel it's melancholy and regret,

but there is no fright.

Why do you haunt me, i ask.

Are you here from nightmares past?

Are you here to protect me from those dreams,

or are you just another ghost in the night,

trying to scare me with your sight?

These questions i ask again and again....

still they remain unanswered.



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Oct 1, 2009

Magnetic Poetry


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A few years back, i moved into an apartment my friends owned. The first thing i noticed when i moved in, were all these magnets on the fridge. I have heard of magnetic poetry before, but never really used them. Every time i went to the fridge, i couldn't help but stand there and muse for awhile, while i arranged, and re-arranged the words into small snippets and poems. As time wore on, i added quite a collection. This fun activity really aided me in my writing, as i started writing my poetry around the same time. When i made a poem, i left it alone, and used the remaining words to make more, this being the challenge i set for myself. Eventually i used almost every word on that fridge. I hope you enjoy the results of my magnetic poetry :)

create harmony through music
give joy to her
capture balance

it is too dry
know when or waste
then there was water
i feel green

electric experiment from above
bold fiery song like a drug
psychedelic rhythm

sculpt chisel and weld junk
make use of paint
neo studio

form an impression of art
paint an original picture
soft canvas smear

absurd monument
metal and concrete
angry rigid sculpture

fashion model
mad aesthetic mess
empty nude silhouette

approach life and perform
investigate with more will
demand to observe

he is here
imagine his pain
see the best in him

they must come for us
hear my scream
suffer soon

dead icon
surreal angel
see every shimmer

ask why
be open
live young

try this out
you draw
write on

she like hard wood
stroke red instrument
never that old

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