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The Waters Foundation

Spiritsword

Spiritsword

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In Christ
Here is the deep ocean--
The foundation is mountains of waters;
The waves more sure rocks of providence;
Every new step is the fulfillment of a promise.

The sun also rises--
Comforting, inspiring, navigating;
And even in the night,
The moon and stars teach of light.

Walking on the foundation of waters,
And guided by the bright sky--
The seeded earth will shoot,
The once dry ground produce juicy fruit.

These waters and lights guarantee the seed.
This fruit will be the strength of this tree.
Year after year, come dry or stormy weather,
This tree is the tree that will leave forever.
 
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The Infinite Kiss

Greet beneath the life--
How do you dew?
Drink words without time--
I love you too.

Beyond fantasy--
The fountain of truth...
Wets our whistles--
Imbues waves of blue.

The gondolier steers sunsets;
Swaying under amber ambiance.
The knowing moon soothes our stress;
Strengthening hearts with infinite kiss.

God with angels console me-
Under this tree.
And you arrive to sail true-
Among the leaves.

Over and under,
The ladder is swinging.
Inside of their heads,
A siren is dreaming.
From all that they are,
The madness of heathens--
Awake, don't break me--
I’m freed to sing breathing.
 
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The Good Wars

Start slow, and say things that are true
Each moment is a miracle
Remember, persistence wells blue

Our feelings are estranged and confused
This word has been beaten to death
But by it the good wars were won
Bringing brilliance to all concepts

I have held the Beholders' hand
While looking through his eyes
The breath is everlasting
Encompassing all with life

Walking in strides, solid and renewed
My face full of WhoEver
With mind attuned to the truth

This is how it does feel
These verses won the good wars
Time wasn't all that real
 
The Dreamers' Dreams

As a loyal flag
Does parade, free
Through the streets
Of a marching breeze,
Who's pulsating banner
So rhythmically decrees
The invisible vitality
That unites the hidden wind
And the inspiring streams.
So too does my love
Sing in sync with the dreams
Of the Dreamer of dreams,
In my thin fabric unveil
The immutable beauty
Of His truth and majesty,
And requite the insatiable desire
Long-lost in the crease
Of naive disbelief,
So restoring the breach
With our flowing camaraderie.
 
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The Awe Chemist

Here is the earnest stranger,
Disillusioned by the way of the infiltrating radiowaves,
Openly inviting androids to manna:
Rebellious and hunger-stricken robots,
Pale and programmed.

I met the Creator--
The Alchemist of souls--
(Who could not suffer ambiguity,
Singing clouds signaled direct confirmation)
Without ever seeing the angels within the silhouette.

Weather is nice, though...
Where have they taken you?
What are you?
How do you get here?

Transcendence is built upon the unturned Stone,
Inclining minds to the trowel of the pure and terrible truth:
Man is merely a whimsical snowflake,
Quarreling with imminent concord--
Unique but icy, and falling in a universe of floating fireballs.

Wrestle the subliminal arrows of the brand new love,
Don't let these dull needles comfort you,
Especially those stabbed in the back of a trustfall--
Conquering sensibilities and dividing desire from destiny.
The Watchtower can shine during the night; these are the last days of the dark age.
 
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The Eye Above Sky

A shooting star
Sinks, screaming my story
As it dies.
Often ranting,
Hypocritically dissenting
Our vision of evermore--
Invoking the wrongs in which we reside.

Saying, "Atone for these lies!"
Like Icarus,
It cooked and moaned in the sky.
Then began weeping because
It will no longer fly
Once the life of time has died.

Fizzling first,
Then diving like a sparrow;
Mystical bird
Inciting the ashes of earth.
Contrary to the air
In which it previously hung,
Now...Now it is a part of the dust.

The single arrow
Brings singing while soaring
Through the sky.
Softly landing,
Sentimentally imprinting
its' pigment of paramour,
Uncloaking its' song in my mind.

Saying, "What's wrong with this guy?"
Then it picked my up
And took me along for the ride.
I began singing before long
And could not hide.
Why?!? I AM IN THE SKY!!!

Whistling words
And riding an arrow.
Visibly heard
Reciting the prayer of love.
Contrary to the despair
In which I was previously engulfed,
Now...Now I am above.
 
Spiritsword said:
A shooting star
Sinks, screaming my story
As it dies.
Often ranting,
Hypocritically dissenting
Our vision of evermore--
Invoking the wrongs in which we reside.

Saying, "Atone for these lies!"
Like Icarus,
It cooked and moaned in the sky.
Then began weeping because
It will no longer fly
Once the life of time has died.

Fizzling first,
Then diving like a sparrow;
Mystical bird
Inciting the ashes of earth.
Contrary to the air
In which it previously hung,
Now...Now it is a part of the dust.

The single arrow
Brings singing while soaring
Through the sky.
Softly landing,
Sentimentally imprinting
its' pigment of paramour,
Uncloaking its' song in my mind.

Saying, "What's wrong with this guy?"
Then it picked my up
And took me along for the ride.
I began singing before long
And could not hide.
Why?!? I AM IN THE SKY!!!

Whistling words
And riding an arrow.
Visibly heard
Reciting the prayer of love.
Contrary to the despair
In which I was previously engulfed,
Now...Now I am above.
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Decent, it has a strong start. :) thanks for sharing
 
The Color Reality

Through our love of our dreams,
And our time together,
Our hearts possessive schemes
Connive and sever.
Due to true and false faults that divide endeavors--

Through the gloom of our demons,
And our hollow wholesomeness,
All our snarling feelings,
And all our loneliness--
On page and sung by the sage of hallowed phoniness.

Through our births and miscarriages,
To our vapid reproduction.
Life broken by broken marriages,
We have added that deduction.
Abdicating the Almighty, awaiting our abduction.

Through our words and our actions,
Our discontent hopes,
And our malcontent factions,
Our dissidents groan.
The Seal is our safety, I already know.

Through the knowledge of our skill,
And our expendable existence,
Our zeitgeism does reveal,
Our self-destructive resistance.
With only so little time our focus is failing us.

Through the religion of our new age,
Our deceivers are masters.
If all of our world is a stage,
Our directors design disasters.
Our faithful Candle comforts, when lifted above their nuclear reactors.
 
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The Autumn Empire

Hey soldier--
Behold, the whole world is over.
Hands of greed stole the keys
That hold and control the soul of belief.

The servant hears
Power molding
Men into machines.
The servant sees
Perdition enfolding
Men within screams.

Doctor Strange planted the seed
That sewed your deception,
Rooted your dissension,
And grew your destruction.

Lust,
Beyond all other drugs,
Can open your heart to their altar,
And make the sourcerror your dead father.

The servant says,
"Seek the love
That endures for eternity."
The servant feels
The pleasure of
Everlasting community.

Dear wolf, if you keep holding on--
Now, you're on top of the world…
After the wheel has spun,
The Light of Life will come.
 
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Spiritsword said:
Hey soldier--
Behold, the whole world is over.
Fists of famine hold the keys
That starve the scarred into defeat.

The servant hears
Power molding
Men into machines.
The servant sees
Perdition enfolding
Men within screams.

Doctor Strange planted the seed
That sewed your deception,
Rooted your dissension,
And grew your destruction.

Lust,
Beyond all other drugs,
Can open your heart to their altar,
And make the sourcerror your cold father.

The servant says,
"Seek the love
That endures for eternity."
The servant feels
The pleasure of
Everlasting community.

Dear Fox, if you keep holding on--
Now, you own the world…
After the wheel has spun,
The Light of Life will come.
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I'd add some punctuation to these three lines, but that's my only advice.

Otherwise, good piece, thank you for sharing. :)
 
The Birds' Birth

The birth of a bird
Opens new eyes over the earth,
With a view from above.
His balking beak frightens a stalking cat,
And a distant and faceless prisoner demands,
"Who is that?! Where is he from?!"

From confinement he can't see,
Even the stars are dropping from the tree
Because, in chains, there is no sound.
The distant shackles are rattling,
But the bird is free of the "freedom"
To which those demands are bound.

The daydreaming snake,
Of their charming mediums,
Suffered a sunstroke, and,
Shedding all its' skin,
Shriveled up into a spiral and died.
So now the bird
Is shedding stardust rather
Than snakeskin; and igniting
The pure light of sunshine
From the inside to the outside.

It took a walk in winter
For the trees to understand
Why birds migrate south.
That's the time of year
When the horizon hunts the sun
With a hidden mouth.
 
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The Heart Leaf

During the dawn of awe,
The breeze in the trees
Stirred the branches into dances.

There was a leaf
That became swept away.
It turned into a bird, and
The wings clapped
As he flew away.

The light shifted,
And the branch that was a wolf
Became a dog.
The wind wafted,
And the branch of the dog
Became a praying mantis.
The cloud overshadowed,
And the praying mantis
Became a man in a fox mask.

Out of the shadows
Danced a song
Towards the light.
In the land
In the hand of the sun,
The moon is the man
Who watches the night.

The spine torn out of a leaf
Will leave a heart
In the crease.
And a dead, uprooted tree
Will spring a stream that
Breaks free from beneath.
 
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The Stones' Shells

This
Is the demise
Of my disguise.
Fears of my tears--
Prepare
To depart.
With the spear of the sea piercing my side,
My ear
Will
Now
Adhere
To my Heart.
 
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The Tide Ghost

As roaring,
Storming winds
Deafen ears
In the heart of
The seas,
The tide ghost
Bereaves and entreats
The seasons
Beyond the beach.
Searching further
Than the sands
Beneath feet--
Calling out
To the wilderness
of trees.
Those that heard
The tide ghost speak,
Sprout up
From the rivers
And streams
That dreaming weeps.
They remember
The ocean
Is deep;
They return
To the only Water
That can make
Them come clean.
 
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The Weather Will

O, please, would you create in me a clean heart?
For your greater purpose...
Make me perfect, pure, holy, and wise--
Make me feel like i deserve this.
This:
This love that is this word;
Those words that become my songs;
This Almighty power.

This foretold hour that draws nearer.
With nothing in the way;
No words that can stay;
No heads that can bow to stop it through pray.
This is the day the weather will,
And all that will remain,
Is a few words that dove in the Water--
Swimming through the truthful waves.
 
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