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Lord of the DanceI'm a sun pillar
in natarajasana
captivating clouds
B reathing in a cosmic love spel L
L eave all negativity & just let g O
O pen up the pores of your spiri T
O utcast melancholy by an adie U
M elodic mornings of serene blis S
I ntimacy with a totality of lazul I &
N ights filled with a calm veridia N
G reet you to a twilight of kisme T
L ose the handcuffs of daily rus H
I n the knowledge you stand fre E
K iss the earth in dancing hoove S
E xcuse the past, don't look bac K
A ccept yourself

Dancing TigressBeautifully fierce - that's what she was.
Skin so golden, yet eyes so black.
Ribbons of mango hung in her hair,
cascading down the arch of her back.

Some called her a vision of fairness,
with jangles of bangles on her wrists.
Others saw her as an exotic prowler,
stealing the night with the sway of her hips.

But when she felt the world around her,
listening to the soul of a beating drum,
she knew her spirit was quite infused,
a girl and a tigress all in one.

GodHis ethereal legacy to accept all
As we are presume to believe
Further my soul falls
Until my sins are to be reprieved

Rising to the light
Watching the world crumble
Feeling love despite
My black marked legacy to be humble

Damned to Hell for my human ways
As I feel the fire cook my skin
The mistakes I've made in dark days
None can cleanse my sins

Letter to the MoonInk swirls waltz beside angelic swans.
An empty season's breeze beckons it along.

The flatness of parchment,
on which I spilt my tea,
took flight as feathered down
off the coast - into the sea.

A flirtatious lick from burning salt
melts faulty calligraphy from my throat.

The forbearance of darkness,
a blanket-less night,
cuts down on my countenance
off the shore - into the sky.

A song of secrets from starry fae.
Heart's emissaries raise on silver tray.

The winter-grey of silk,
on callous tapestry,
mirrors your love for The Sun,
off your smile - onto me.

The Church VicarThe Church Vicar

The bells they rang in the old church steeple
Not a soul bode inside the cathedral
The Books they lay unread by a people
Save the Vicar in will to beseech all

The world had left his church for lusts of flesh
Only he on Sunday heard the sermon
In his kirk he wrote with the Lord to mesh
In this ministry he longed to warn man

His life of the cloth was unrewarding
To a conviction of worldly villains
Still he reaped wherever His Sword shall be
By the passion of Evangelism

Through the Lord you will not want succession
To His Kingdom by humble profession

"For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as

WeaknessWeakness - Am I Not Stronger?

Another foolish decision;
Another lesson learned.
Another love lost;
Another scar earned.

But I'll be okay...
Right?

Another seclusion from the world,
Another pause in life.
Another need to be alone,
Another slowly healing strife.

But I'm fine...
Right?

Am I not stronger than this pain?
Am I not mature enough to be
Alone, without that special one
I simply don't yet need?...

No. No... I'm not.

My mortal heart cries out in agony:
I need to be loved.

Only Human - Weakness

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I am Alpha, Omega, beginning and end,
Your King, your groom, your closest friend,
Though now you are bound by time and space,
I am already here at the end of the race
With you in my arms, and wiping your tears,
Ending your doubts and all of your fears.
Do not dwell on the order of things that are old
But look to that glorious day in the fold
Of the Father who cherished you dear as his son,
Don't look back, see the light, to the end must you run.

Be StillPsalm 89:9

He stood before a formless void,
The waters of the deep.
And as they crashed beneath his feet
He said, "Be still!" And overjoyed
The shapeless world gave heed.

He stood before a world of sin,
Of holiness ignored.
For forty days his waters poured,
But grieved, He cried, "Be still!" Therein
The earth knew He was Lord.

He stood waist deep before the crowd
And leaned back with the flow.
Deep down beneath the watery shroud
He mouthed, "Be still!" So time went slow
As heaven went aglow.

He stood before the creaking bow,
Beaten by the rain,
With spirit calm, disciples faint.
He said, "Be still!" The waves kowtowed
To H

Sonnet XXIVOp. 21, no. 6
Handmade

For through the painter must you see His skill,
The potter should you view his work of clay.
Who can know the beauty of his will
Without the growth he calls us day by day?
Now live, my dear, and see what light
He shines in you, so pure and radiant!
At this I gaze with faith that turns to sight,
This hopeful, sanctifying gradient.
I know whose hands have wrought your gentle frame,
Your joy and peace, your gracious soul, your love,
With discipline that comes from cleansing flame
To share in holiness who dwells above.
And as for me, I'll gain my rich reward
To see him wash you with his cleansing word.

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Is but the seemly raiment of my heart
The jealous love that I, a brother, give?
Or is this covering but just a part
Of passion God has willed in me to live?
O, search my heart and know my deepest thoughts--
Nay, search your own and mine will be revealed--
I covet not, I bear no secret plots
To take and open what the Lord has sealed.
But surely you will not begrudge me when
I long that we may one day love through touch.
This language that transcends both tongue and pen
Is dialogue that speaks and listens much.
My sister, I make no impure demands;
I simply long to hold your praying hands.

Spiritual Milk TeaEvery time I seek the Lord, I get a special treat:
A tall and fresh order of spiritual milk tea.
It's healing to drink, with not even a bother-ant,
I drink it precisely because I'm intolerant.
With spiritual milk for FAT girls and boys,
You better believe this is the real Cup O' Joy.
And the tea? It's to help us in keeping awake
When Christ comes from heaven his children to take.
If you swirl the straw in the drink you may see
The extras the good Lord has added for free.
The jelly is made from the fruit of the Spirit,
With concentrate love, joy and peace juice within it.
There's the pudding of Jesus blood up in the mix,
And the a

Amazing LoveAmazing love! How can it be
That I should be God's family?
With Christ's shed blood and dying breath,
My sins are gone, my heart is left
To let you in and worship free;
Amazing love! How can it be
That you should know and care for me?

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DFC IV: The Shrine

by *Parsat, Dec 4, 2012, 11:37:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

Incense glow sending ghosts
From hurting hearts to empty boasts:
Coins, cash, greedy gains,
Pleading prayers wring relief.
Deep drones, still strains,
Tides will turn, gods will grieve,
Blessed lives leave hungry hosts

DFC IV: The Shrineby *Parsat

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DFC day four: an alliterisen. My thoughts on seeing shrines in the ghettos of Taiwan.

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`IrrevocableFate Dec 25, 2012 Writer

Wheee, so this is a super belated sorta-kinda critique that I have owed you forever.

I'm not good at forms, and I know the alliterisen is so difficult, [One of my least favorite forms.

] so I can't help much on that front. However, this is wonderful you really capture the atmosphere wonderfully, a little bit of grit and that touch of a spiritual element. I absolutely adore the first two lines, Incense glow sending ghosts
From hurting hearts to empty boasts: They're just fantastic, really.

The only thing I could possibly be nitpicky about is the last line, it is just a teensy bit not as strong as the rest of the poem [but the alliteration is spot on.]. Other than that everything fits so well together and you really manage to pack a punch in such few words. ♥

*Parsat Dec 26, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks for the critique. The alliterisen is not one of my favorites either; I like form but I feel it's more arbitrary than helpful. I would agree the last line is a bit short...I was really mulling over several possibilities, but none seemed that great. Still, I'm glad I managed to pull off that sucker for DFC!

*TheDorsai Dec 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

what is "to empty boasts" ?

*Parsat Dec 5, 2012 Student Writer

Those who pray to idols seek only gain.

*TheDorsai Dec 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

And suddenly the entire piece makes sense. Thanks!

*intricately-ordinary Dec 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Beautiful message behind such a difficult form

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