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Be It...Be it me who wanders these lands forever
Then I shall uncover the truth and wonders..
If it be me who has to see the heartbreak of humanity
then let me help you keep that sanity by telling
you a more peaceful calamity...
If it is I who reaches the sky let me
help you enjoy by teaching you to fly..
Be it me to flee from the troubles of the night
Let me help you to stay safe by fighting this
blight...
As I still stand and breath
Be it the flower or the sword I will die doing what I love..
Loving others and fighting to help others

Cyclei fasten the noose,
the scarlet thread tight about my throat,
my thoughts like an avalanche in my mind,
the translucent paint cascading down about me,
i plummet into the abyss,
hanging there the black roses bud around me,
from one death, new life is breathed into this world,
and the cycle continues,
and the cycle repeats

Deciphering Balance.Deciphering Balance

Trying to pull the trigger on life.
Tender and strife full.
we all want peace.

war and violence burn within us.
We don't want to fight.
we need to protect and serve.

We are people of many colors.
Heritages and customs.

we are all different but bleed the same blood.
How can we decide who lives and dies.
When there is no balance in the skies.

Deciphering balance.
We all are Haters and law makers.
We all are bold risk takers.

Deer in thickets and woods.
we all live in tribes and hoods.
Emotional and intellectual thinkers
Hunters and there blinders.

we connect like dream catchers
webs and string bind us

Hoops and flut

Cauterizetake the burning steel and cauterize wounds past,
press it to the skin and turn the scars to ash,
between these bitter memories i find the strength to last,
opening old wounds again, perhaps i was to rash,
i get up on my feet again and brush dust from my bruised skin,
forever bitter memories, i wash away my sin

Phoenixi have gone and burned all the bridges,
sunk deep into this abyss,
now its time to let the light in,
i have fanned these flames,
and festered in the dark,
now is the time to stand up,
to rise from this bitterness,
like a phoenix from the ashes,
to take flight into the night sky,
leaving a fiery trail behind me,
and become a shooting star

Tiny Dancing Stickmenaren't we all just breakable little stick men,
dancing to a solitary tune,
bending with the wind until we break,
our vertebrae snapping against the strain,
we reach our breaking point and can bend no more,
we push back against the storm,
where some may survive,
others snap under the unrelenting pressure

The Sorceress

I am the one who casts magic well.
I am the one who can utter ever spell.
I am the one who you think only dwells in one's imagination.
I am the one who can brew the ideal potion.
I am the one who can really fly.
I am the one who is traveling across the sky, leaving a trail of sparkling blue dust.
I am the one who you really can trust and secrecy is a must.
I am the one who they say is truly magical.
I am the one who is the most powerful.
I am the one who you will miss.
I am the one who is the Sorceress.

AssasinWhat you have done to me?
I cannot tell, I cannot show.
I feel you're there, embracing gently
And maybe... really, you truly care.

I killed the silence, killed the rules
I can't obey the code of System.
The Assasin, and till the Dawn
I'll dance with Death, I'll keep the rhythm.

You're testing me, you change the pace
I follow you, I'm going deeper.
I'm hiding... just to save you
But why you call for me again?

You killed my pain, you took the shelter
You made me strong and weaker too.
You're the Assasin, I took the challenge
But I don't know if I can beat you.

The sun will burn, my friends will dance
And I'll lead them to show the passion.

Pleasant Trancetables filled with pastry
many doves are set free
setting oceans breeze free
and music symphony
hatred in my bones
yellow brick stones
ferratic pleasent trance
blue black red green dance
assures itself with a stance
plans of setting sail
across the blue black trail
many frail chew snail
across the desert storms are dorm
breaking lethal social norm
the sail on deck is not quite torn
lets not forget we've come this far
racing through a cave star
reaching through the grip
this public persona, stop to trip
change your path
your everlifting conscience
reveal your true emotions
and find your true creations
the world is yours
beautiful tribal stanci

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Spiritual Milk Tea

by *Parsat, Apr 30, 2012, 12:45:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Urban & Spoken Word

Every 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 aloe of promises floats bit by bit.
But the best thing of all is the boba of grace,
Big pearls and mini pearls, all sweet to the taste.
All who are thirsty, all who are weak,
Come satisfy with his spiritual milk tea.

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Just a silly little spoken word I wrote, based on 1 Peter 2:2: "Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation."

Milk may be good, but a good boba milk tea is even better.

FAT stands for Faithful, Available, and Teachable, the three components of a strong disciple of Christ.

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blessed I hope I can share some stuff with you. I write a lot of spiritual content

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this is amazing! thank you for sharing , and for listening to the Holy Spirit! faving

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