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To Love And To TrustStanding at the river bend,
I ponder at what would have been,
My heart yearns for true love,
My body craves for the lust,
Walking in the world of dreams,
I dream of only you it seems,
What shall I do to reunite with you,
When can I hear 'I love you',
Putting myself in a trance,
I see visions that dance,
I cannot dream of any other man,
I only hope you understand,
What I mean when I see you again,
With you, I feel what love and trust is,
And that it is not an ideal,
It is placed upon union's holy seal,
To love one, it takes more than just one meal,
Takes looking into their soul,
To trust another, is never a task for a fool,
I have peered into your soul,
Trusting you, is a task I do,
There is never a lie nor a fight,
All is cast in a perfect light
Standing at the river bend,
I know now,
We will never end.
Ghostly LullabyA creak and a bump,
I've been woken up,
Nothing new to me,
They already know I see,
A whisper here and a laugh there,
It's the time when they come near,
A knock on my window,
A bang on my door,
Who ever said ghosts were a folklore?
A hum by my bed,
Something just touched my head,
Some lady's perfume,
Has just came into my room,
I feel them watching me,
Waiting to see if I'll scream,
This is nothing new,
They're just a few,
Lonely spirits in the night,
Visiting the living for their own delight,
Listening to their voices,
Many can't even hear the noises,
I take this ability,
As a sign of my own humanity,
The hum again,
Closer to my head,
A sweet lullaby,
From them wishing me goodnight.
Headless Hanged ManSitting alone in his cell,
He awaits the clock tower's bell,
Awaiting the judgement to be decided,
His mind becoming divided,
Was this to be punishment for thievery,
To sit in this cage and lose his sanity,
The clinking of keys, he here's,
To be judged now, by his peers,
For him, they show all of their hate,
They have handed to him his fate,
The hang man's noose,
With the thirteen loops,
Fear of death, he is without,
In his soul, he had no doubt,
A curse he places upon his blood,
Just as his body hits the mud,
His head, found only paces away,
On this, the hanging day,
All this, just for stealing a horse,
And now, for his descendants we show remorse,
Forever, to the earth, he is bound,
Until all of his descendants is found,
To take their souls, he wants,
To devour their souls like croissants,
None but they, hold power over he,
The headless hanged man is he,
Hanged for stealing a horse,
His descendants are the source,
Power over him, have they,
So long as they know it is he,
One of his b
The Darkness I Dare Not NameThe Darkness I Dare Not Name
She chants around the fire,
Casting protection upon others like her,
Seeking sanctuary from the thieves and liars,
Manipulating the surroundings,
Forcing the shadows away,
What world have we stumbled upon,
Darkness has its strong hold upon this place,
A grip so strong, it must be reclaimed,
What evil lurks here, I cannot say,
I dare not label this energy,
For giving it a name, gives it more control,
Say your prayers here my friends,
Once we take the path, prayers cannot be heard,
Looking into the shadows,
I see shapes and figures,
Their images obscured,
I feel their eyes upon me,
They stare at us like a piece of meat,
I want to scream aloud and call to a priest,
But I show no fear, I show no pity,
Although I walk in the world of shadows,
I walk with no fear, I will not feel sorry,
These are the souls that grasped onto the darkness,
They feed on it, as an infant suckling greedily on a breast,
They try to meet my gaze,
My eyes won't stay in one place,
Psychic ProtectionPsychic Protection...
What is psychic protection? As humans, whether we believe or not, we are sensitive to atmospheres, even if this is to different degrees. We can have happy experiences in which we soak up the atmosphere around us, and stressful ones in which we feel like we're immersed in something we don't like, like having our heads held underwater. Sometimes we're able to get rid of this energetic residue without much trouble, but there are times when it feels almost impossible to shift this. If you've ever had a confrontation (not necessarily a bad one) that left you with an unpleasant feeling that you couldn't shake off, or have endlessly rehashed a difficult conversation in your mind long after the real dialogue ended, you will know what this feels like. In cases like these, you need to five yourself some psychic protection. It acts in exactly the same way as an umbrella protects us from rain, or sunglasses protects us from the harsh UV rays from the sun.
Different Forms of P
The Astral BodyHave you ever had the feeling, like you weren't in your own body anymore? Or if you were asleep, you could see your body laying on your bed? This is possibly because of Astral Projection.
The Astral Body:
We, as humans, have believed in the existernce of the astral body for many centuries. It's thought to be an exact copy of our physical body, which is joined together by a silver cord. Normally, the astral and physical bodies are perfectly aligned, however sometimes, for many reasons, they can become separated. When this happens, we have the sensation of leaving our bodies, like a out-of-body experience.
Also known as OOBEs, can occur spontaneously. Many who have experienced OOBEs have reported being in the bodies one moment and suddenly found themselves outside their bodies. They may be floating above their bodies and are seeing them, or they may be finding themselves in a completely different and foreign place, such as whirling through space. Afterwards, the
Three of Four Psychic AbilitieClairsentience means "clear feeling". This can be experienced as the ability to tune into the atmosphere in a room or experiencing other people's emotional or physical state as though it were happening to the Clairsentient himself. Hunches, gut instincts, and other forms of intuition also come into the category of Clairsentience.
As you feel or experience the sensations and emotions that belong to other people or spirits, they feel as though it was really happening to you. Healers often have the ability to feel the pain or discomfort of their patients, this can guide them to the area of the body that needs the most healing. When a Clairsentient makes contact with a spirit, they will experience the emotions and physical feeling that are transmitted by that spirit. For example, he might know how the person died because he will feel the same bodily sensations, such as a pain in his chest if the spirit died by a heart attack.
Clairsentience also allows you to pick up the atmosphere around
One of Four Psychic AbilitiesThe first and most common psychic ability is Clairvoyance. Clairvoyance means "clear seeing", and is described as the ability to see spirit forms. These appear either through the minds eye, also known as the "third eye", or as a materialization/manifestation.
When a Clairvoyant is seeing an entity through materialization/manifestation, it is as though living humans were standing in front of them or vividly with the mind's eye. When seeing a spirit with the minds eye, the Clairvoyant will see them as though they're mentally watching a film.
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The Earth
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
Mermaids to the Rescue ! Gizella sat at the door of the Coast Guard rescue helicopter, and surveyed the scene below. The fishing vessel Santurce rolled sluggishly from side to side in the heavy swells, and it's rigging meant each crewman would have to jump into the water and make it well clear before they could helped into the basket and be lifted to safety. Gizella felt some nervousness, but was cautiously confident as well. This was her first mission as a rescue swimmer, yet possibly no one was better prepared to tackle the task at hand than she was. She turned to face Yuki, her teammate, and signaled 'are you ready?' The noise of the overhead rotors made normal conversation impossible while the door was open. When Yuki responded 'yes', Gizella motioned to the pilot that they ready to go. The pilot reduced altitude until they were barely fifteen feet above the water, then both rescue swimmers went in.
Gizella Mears and her brothers Dan and Brian had grown up in the mountains and semi-desert of southwest
mia culpa, mia miasmaI'm still counting chromosomes and odd numbers
still playing hopscotch over the symmetry
of your shoulder blades, your whispers
skipping 'cross the seventy percent water
the one forty proof rum, still running
until we can sleep,
that thing they called relationship
something common, like counting
rocks at the bottom of a wishing well.
I am slipping through, sliding into
a seamless cervix, and she's serving
throat lozenges in the mean time,
mean time and mean country
serving time in this union, this marriage,
they served cough and coffee
held the Capricorn, held up the register
held the infant to the sagging bosom of
Hollywood and serfdom and surplus
as the nagging empress struts her new clothing
on the turnpikes of Mulholland Drive.
can you feel the elasticity of time as sleep approaches
as the veal spills over red royal carpet
like tumbleweed's of lamb chops rolling 'round
Rockefeller's city center.
so shed dead skin
and skim the film of old money
see my t
4 amIt's 4 am
and you find yourself humming a tune
you heard once when you were nine
and you're screaming at the moon
because it seems to have lost its shine
It's 4 am
And all your words tangle up
and you slur as if you've had too much to drink
you're whining like a little lost pup
and cry because you've forgotten how to wink
It's 4 am
and your mind's a mess
you should go to sleep, but not just yet
your eyes start to droop, confess
and your very fingertips are filled with regret
her name was never spoken of again.I saw a bird flying in the sky today,
The sky cringed with every beat of her wings.
She was the epitome of strength until one day her wings grew silent,
And she plummeted, plummeted to earth.
I reached out my hand and placed it upon those wings,
They were white and speckled with gold.
This is a special bird, I must not let it die.
So i took her in, this special bird.
She was a kind of dove, but not quite.
She was stubborn at first, always convinced she could fly on her own
She didn't know she would never fly again.
"They clipped your wings, young dove." I said, "The gods clipped your wings."
Her blue eyes stared straight back at me,
And there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she couldn't understand,
The shades of blue seemed to whisper, "Why?"
"Because you flew too high, little one. And even gods experience jealousy."
Lost in Timesometimes i feel as if i was born in another time
and thrown into this century
I speak slightly different than others
And find no interest in the feeble things so many do
I dream in black in white
And haven't given up on soaring through the world
I live side by side with pain
And we've become acquaintances
A frown is more natural than a smile
It's simply the way I was made to be
Now tell me, is that really so bad?
Social AnxietyThe sudden urge
To hurl your phone at the floor
The moment it rings
Just to avoid any type of confrontation
That aching inside your stomach
When you know the clear answer to the question
And something inside is screaming to raise your hand
But it's gone limp at your side
The moment someone asks a common question
But it strikes a nerve
And you feel a flush crawl up your face
They weren't supposed to know about that.
When something unrelated sneaks up in your mind
And fighting back the tears seems so impossible
While a war rages on in your head
Just bite your tongue and show nothing
Nothing brings more dread than that horrible word
When your words fumble out of your mouth
And desperately try to find the right order
Your palms will sweat
And you'll pick at your nails
Just keep your head low
And hope no one will notice you
Sometimes silence will be worst
And so you'll stutter and ramble about nothing at all
Until you bite down as hard as you can
In hopes of keeping your nervou
61.8% Waterthe veins along my racing heart are rivers.
their waterfalls cascade into my stomach,
and hit the bottom with an empty thump.
waves run along the inner linings of my lungs,
crashing into every breath.
no wonder I can never seem to take in enough air.
the bottom of my throat is consumed by a whirlpool.
it steals all of my words,
and tucks them deep into the crevices of my bones.
the pressure of all these words under my skin builds up,
so that every so often a flood hits my brain,
and all my thoughts are scrambled up and confused.
some days I wish for a tsunami
to wash away all of these helpless scars.
Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea,
Living under the water so free,
Light above, Darkness below,
Where it started, no one knows.
Searching as I transcend,
Willing to comprehend,
What more could there be,
Other than the endless sea.
Is there another world above?
It's inhabitants able to love?
What would I give,
To find a way to live,
Out of the sea,
If only it could be.
I know not of that world,
Its stories untold,
beckoning me closer,
Like a song from it's composer.
Do I stay or do I swim?
Lose some scales and gain more skin?
Should I leave what I know behind,
And seek out a brighter sky?
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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