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The Waters Foundation

The Diamonds Forever

Here is why pressure and heat
Can make diamonds out of coal:
To prove that trials and tribulations
Are able to perfect a soul.
God made this common analogy
Of something so beautiful,
So that we could see the deep truth
When we read a simple poem.
 
The Ghouls' Gold

The sea is a battleship--
Waves that don't wax are tossed.
Destiny walks a drawbridge--
When it's proud, don't fall.

The symptom of descent--
Here or there, you're lost.
Follow the trail when it twists--
Mend the bends, rips, and flaws.

Deception under the skin--
The claw of the crows' caw.
Evidence of the end--
The fingerprince are frauds.
 
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The Life Mind

The echoes of a ghost
Spoke once I awoke,
And inscribe life to mind.

The shade braves chase,
But the day and ground embrace,
And provide the light to find.

The shadows of the shade
Are stretched into shape,
And supply the night to divide.
 
The Dear Fox

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Dear Fox, Sweet Fox,
Come up from your ground.
For the dog will come down from the house,
If not, to bring you out.

Dear Fox, Swift Fox
Out of hiding, you can abound.
The dog is a friend to frolick with;
Fear not, your freedom is found.

Dear Fox, Kind Fox,
Listen closely to the sound.
The dog, he croons at your moon,
He does not growl or howl.

Dear Fox, Smart Fox--
Soon, though, the sun will rise;
The heat will parch the puddles,
And the light reveal the hole in which you hide.

Dear Fox, in what hole will you hide from the Holiest of All--
When the night of mercy ends?
When the sun of righteousness scatters
The shadows that shelter your head?
When the anger of the dog is unveiled
Because you refuse to befriend?
Once the end begins it will never end.
What then, Dear Fox, what then?
 
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The Pendulum Swings

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Tick tock,
The pendulum swings:
O, when time could fly.
A digital clock,
Alarming dreams:
Alive when time can lie.

Do you long for flying?
Hear our songs without lying.

Birds of pray
Will fly above the ashes.
What does it take
To 'quire wings like eyelashes?

Burning down a dollar tree--
In rare air the sun is fire.
The hawk fought a dragonfly over me--
They can rise only so high.
 
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The Socrates Stars

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I wonder what Socrates would visualize,
If today, in our modern age,
He stood one starry night
And studied the twinkling sky?

Would the light in his eyes
Ignite an imagination that Van Gogh
Could translate to canvas
And favor with a smile?

Or, if he thought what he saw
Wasn't at all how he remembered,
Would he suspect subtle intentions
Emitting from these distant space embers?
 
The Watchtowers' Land

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There is a Watchtower
That can see and hear,
And exhales our believing.
This is the Strongtower
Whos’ gates do not fear, and
Whos’ house prevails over thieving.

There is a watchman
That believes and hears
Even when his sleep is deep in dreaming.
This is the watchman
Whos’ heart has drawn near, and
Grown sensitive to the enemys’ scheming.
This is the watchman
Whos’ soul does hope
And beautify the belief of breathing.
This is the watchman
Who feels through the illusion, and
Knows when the demons are seething.

This is the watchman in the Watchtowers’ land.
Who, in his watch makes his stand,
And in his watch recognizes
When the time is at hand.

But, above all, the Watchtower
Holds the watchman close.
And in his home of love
He folds the watchmans’ soul.
Even when reality becomes nightmare,
And the man is in his sleep, he is still known.
Who, in his power pulls the mere man
Out of his dreams to balk their walking bones.

Because only the Watchtower
Can hear what can’t be heard.
And only the Watchtower
Can see what can’t be seen.
Because only the Watchtower
Can feel what can’t be felt.
And only the Watchtower
Can be what no man can be.
 
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The O Spirit

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O Spirit sovereign over the sky, light, life, and time:
Summon the souls of your petrified people;
Shine your light into our hearts and minds;
Steer the sails of your sacred ships.
Grant us the glory of your goodness
Until it beckons like a beacon of your blessings
And brightly billows from our eyes.
Guide our kind past the shady side of the moon;
To seek the solace of your salvation shores;
To see the vision of your ascending Son;
To speak the mercy of your living love;
To show the wisdom of your waking word.
 
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The Prince Opal

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My head is in the highest heaven;
And my feet are in the molten core;
My hands are in the deep canyons.

My eyes are in the strength of the sun,
And my knees are in the nurturing earth;
My bowels are in the tallest trees.

My mouth is in the pouring rain,
And my legs are in the solitary trails;
My lungs are in the gentle wind.

My heart is in the shrouded clouds,
And my loins are in the sweet, stone-fruits;
My spine is in the humidity of Spring.
 
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The Time Revolution

A human is a place:
His right hand is a corroded garden-tool--
A broken shower-head is at his left;
His heart is empty metal--
His mind is divided from his face;
His stomach is pierced through
With the arrows of his lovers--
Pulled in every which way;
His feet are plundered tin cans.

The person is the place:
His right hand is the silver cultivator
To soften the cracked ground;
His left hand is a shower
To sweeten what is sour;
His heart is the wheel of a well;
His soul is the line that reaches
To the source of his health;
His feet feed the sheep that dream of sleep.
 
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The Sky Land

Here, there is a structure;
The spot is marked
Where four corners meet.
In the distance,
Beyond the point
That perspective can see,
There is a land where
The sky and earth always touch:
And I will be free.
 
The Daydream Spring

Prayer: the portal to prophecy
Divine recognition, moral monogamy
Mild, joyous: the course of the essence
The eternal candle immortalize any finite miscreants

Water with pleas, seek the ancient seed
Plateua of peace: gather the scattered needs
The strong home, filled with gold
Return, praise the beauty of Joshua's love

The loving son, uplifted lighthouse
Singing solidarity, transparent temple
The communion of humility, born through the door
Healed, seers say the dove has been formed

Here is the carriage
Kind, shining faith, soft heart
Generous, the constant gardening
Disciple of the daydream spring

One sky, casting words into swords
The sound of truth, raise your voice in victory
Deliberate life, memorial sacrifice
Always, with all that I am, till eternity comes alive
 
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The Autumn Empire

I changed something in The Autumn Empire. I replaced "Doctor Strange" with 'Idol Hands...".

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.

Idol hands 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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The Bird's 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 voice demands,
"Where is he from?! Who is that?!"

From his prison 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 inspiring
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 Weather Will

(Been meaning to fix this one.)

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 and pray.
This is the day the weather will,
And all that will remain,
Is a few words that dove in the water--
Swimming in the beautiful waves.
 
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