stars

The Jesus Poem

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From the stardust twinkling brightly in the finest of our hours,
So it will be too, when we leave our earthly shells behind,
Retreating back into the the universe from where we came,
They say that long ago we even chose our earthly names,
This life mapped out for us, but it's destiny unclaimed,
Choices that we make will carve our each and every day,
And once upon a world ago, he also came to earth this way, 
He walked his destiny the same as many others, too,
And within the past 10,000 years his finest hour drew,
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.
They say he said so many things and yet, it's hard to tell.
Sometimes I think it was his choice alone to live his personal hell,
A chance to change the world and make a way to speak your mind,
The price he paid was common for the rebels of his time,
And he often spoke about his father hovering above us,
I now think that his 'father' was the star that told of his birth,
Today he lives among the heavens way up in the sky,
Or bouncing between each other heart to heart and eye to eye,
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.
Words can be so misconstrued, when egos take the stand,
It happened in his day and still goes on in every land,
I do not feel he ever dreamed of 'church' in the same way,
We've twisted it to make it into what it is today.
Manipulation games and condemnation in his name,
Did love of money buy us rights to crown him 'King Of Shame'?
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.

 

 

 

8:51 AM 4/19/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Christianity, politics, people, the universe, life and love, It doesn't have to be complicated. It's really all the same thing.

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Untold Story

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And on the
eighth day,
the entity
known as
God emerged.

The slumber
from deep within
the universe came
to pass, and beheld
unto time came
what was.

Gazing at the
galaxies,
girdled in all
creations,
mesmerized
by the blue
planet and
it's struggle
for evolution.

And in that
moment,
inspiration
wielded all
space and time,
and all
demons,
angels, stars,
and planet gods
and goddesses
came forth to
look upon
the blue
planet,
perplexed,

for never before
had they been
witness to
seppuku.

Such exquisite
beauty and
gracefulness
gifted into
life, hurling
without
regard to
uncontrolled
subjugation.

Convoluted
in cohesion
with what
they saw,
a strange
and eerie
sense of
antipodal
rapture ensued.

And balance
was sought,
as the blue
planet
floated to
it's destiny.

Time and space
went on,
and stars
and planets
remained,
and all was,
is, as it
ever shall be
to infinity
and beyond.

So mote
it be.

Copyright 2013

http://www.upworthy.com/some-strange-things-are-happening-to-astronauts-... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seppuku

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about what we are doing to Mother Earth.

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"Quietly Vibrant"

I can’t help but hide from this envious moon,

Clinging to the sky like ivory on oak.

Intertwined fibers of its circumference gleaming,

Outside, nostalgic avenues form rivers, streaming.

 

I can’t help but stare at these silent walls,

Repelling the cold air like magnetic aversion.

Headlights shine lambent, photonic, reflecting.

Inside, dark paint glitters, diverting, infecting.

 

As the immoderate stars watch over us, burnished,

The fear of hereafter is compelling, yet mystic.

I watch from my chamber, I listen; I wait,

A schema, cognition, they must procreate.

 

Why do I hide from an obscure world?

Outlining boundaries, fearful, despondent.

Expressions vague, a world aside.

These factions of cryptic, doth not subside.

 

Why be afraid of a future forthcoming?

For thou shall come quiet, vibrant, becoming.

 

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"Nightfall Burns Quiet"

The waves of magnolias bear no comparison to the complexity of your eyes, 
Your hair of velvet flowing in the wind like a thousand silent seas. 
As nightfall burns like quiet embers, the stars stare at us through evergreens. 
Compassion so fortifying, so vital, it writes perfection in the skies. 

The way the evergreens encase us in a gridlock of astounding silence, 
Forces you to pull me tighter, ever so near. 
I assure you, my love, there’s no need to worry, nothing to fear. 
You’re here with me, under a billion sleeping diamonds. 

Your skin reflects the moonbeams as the stars paint this charcoal night. 
Your perplexing beauty in the radiation makes me fall in love more and more. 
I’m silent, your innocence igniting my core.
I want to soar above empires, you and I in a weightless flight. 
  
If the skies fall, crashing down like a heavy snow, 
I would press my head to your chest, listening to your heart’s slow, calculated beat. 
Death can approach with an army, an infinite force, an incalculable fleet, 
But I'm here with you, under a flourescent, midnight glow. 

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STAR CROSSED

STAR CROSSED

 

            Edward Iacona 

 

 

 

For thousands of years many believe
And hold fast to their opinion
That the twelve star signs rule our lives
And hold us within their dominion.

 

Through complicated calculations
Shiny points of night light above
Reveal our traits and future lives
And can tell us who we should love.

 

We can wonder if we’re compatible.
That is an astrologer’s task.
And, as many things in life,    
It depends how and whom you ask.

 

Some will say "Yes." and some "No."
Or, “If there’s effort and really tries.”
But my astral guide to love is this,
The stars in each others eyes.

 

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Beauty Calls

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If you gaze at a nature long enough,

You will clearly see

How beauty is born

When we synchronize outer change

With inner transformation.

 

Transformation is always

Gently knocking on the door,

Asking permission,

Offering growth. 

                                                                

If you listen

                                                          

Listen and you can hear it.

                                                                      

Hear it?                                                                                                                           

 

Change comes upon us

Like the sun at dawn,

                                                                           

Like the moon

In the stillness

Of the night.

    

Transformation happens

When we allow it to be

In sync

With change.

 

When we allow ourselves to be what we truly  are.

We are at one with nature.

                                                            

 

 

You are on the other line. 

                                                                                    

                                                                                                                    Answer the call.

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

About the still voice inside us all and how it helps us to grow.

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The Angelic Nymph

She ponders about angels and demons
How they've lived all these ages
And the reasons for all evils

In the forest she sings about simple things
Spellbound by the tidal waves of autumn leaves
Like the chain of thoughts in her head

A draft runs through her hair
Whispering words of wisdom
Lightly touching her hips
He tells her she is fair
Even nature loves this girl
Inside she feels she doesn't care

The moonlight caresses her skin
And moves to her pale pink lips
Tears fall as the lies slip
Her hands so delicate
She fears love with a heavy one

Solitude is her golden sin
She shelters herself 
With the wings of an angel 
Memories undress her
As she slowly dozes off


Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Prism of maimed love

i'll walk alone.. with your precense carved into my heart...

not even stones could break down what i've built up. not any hatred... no fear.

it's going to stay right here..

as long as it remains untouched.. if I can manage to let it be..

then i'll always have you with me.

 

as much as I may look up to the stars & cry..

as much as I ask the sun why...

how often I wish the clouds away.. 

is as much as I feel you every day.. 

 

maybe there is a sharp fence around your heart...

is there cotton in your ears..? is your vision pitch black..?

have you gone blind? is your mind in tact..?

do you think you're just fine..?

 

silly me.. still wondering, though we've left it all behind..

 

all I really want is to die in the grace of someone I love..

gazing into their eyes.. arms held tight..

my spirit could finally take flight. 

 

i'm so fucking sick of this misery..

i'm tired of not having any energy..

i'm done with the pressure on the sides of my head..

i'm finished with the aches in my back.. 

i'll drown out all the nausea..

I will forget about the broken glass..

the shattered past.. 

 

if we didn't know such a thing as sadness existed, would we still feel it..?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.10.13

Meteor Shower

If the possibility of calling you mine

were riding on a shooting star,

I'd shower in meteors.