Calling All Dreamers

The dreamer and the dream...
One awakens inside the other
Like a fetus who becomes the mother
Perhaps a sister or a brother
Who switch places over and over
Confusing the matter ever further
Until one can't tell itself from the other

The dreamer and the dream are indeed one
Like the intertwining embrace of perfectly matched lovers.

Energy lights up the sky
Day and night.

Like incoming manna, tumbling
Permeating all that is.

Sparking timeless memories
Beckoning the dreamer homeward.

Sky fulls of lighthouses
For observant hearts.

The existential poet
Striving just to be
Sitting at the edge of time
Searching for a key
Seemingly just out of reach
Like a wayward whale on the beach
Walk on by and leave me be
I will so return to the sea

Child of the Sun and of the Earth
Destined for divinity from birth

Looking for love and falling short
Going inward as a last resort

The path of the warrior is resistance
Manifesting intentions into existence

You get that which you concentrate on
You can only reap that which is sown

Gathering energy from diverse places
Rainbows, butterflies, and loving embraces.

Lover of life and wishing for death
Crown of thorns upon my head

Marching towards my certain fate
The pain weighs down my staggered gait

Justice will most often escape me
But the hard lesson is learned

Life can often seem to rape me
And leave my weary heart burned

Creator shapes the master plan
Shapeless slowly becomes a tool

Failing miserably over and again
Transforming a teacher from a fool.

Merkabah in the shop
It's up on the jacks
Mind's in the gutter
Heart's under attack
Tongue's tied in knots
Hands behind my back
Knees are getting weak
Feet are in racks
But my love is alive
And that's all that matters
When the energy arrives
I'm climbing the ladder!

Circles combine
Intersecting arcs
Bringing us closer
Destroying the dark
Love conquers all
Except in the weak
Failing to discover
That which they seek
Best foot forward
Keeping the balance
The only path towards
The holy alliance

The Divine Order
Inevitable and unstoppable
Resistance is but an internal struggle
Against oneself
And the ultimate truth
Which waits for no one
And stops at nothing

Great but you should say "calling all religious people" cos of the real theme to your poems.
Good writing but a little obvious.

Originally posted by boymonkey74
Great but you should say "calling all religious people" cos of the real theme to your poems.
Good writing but a little obvious.

I subscribe to no religion and am a spiritual entity having a physical experience.

Thank you for reading.

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Oh ok but your poems are full of divine stuff and Holy alliance etc.
You may not see that this seems religious but I can.
Oh well serves me right for clicking on an supposed thread to "Dreamers"

Some parts are well written. You do have a knack for poetry. Keep writing!

Originally posted by boymonkey74
reply to post by htapath

 

Oh ok but your poems are full of divine stuff and Holy alliance etc.
You may not see that this seems religious but I can.
Oh well serves me right for clicking on an supposed thread to "Dreamers"

You're confusing religion with spirituality, from my viewpoint.

But our differing perspectives is a big part of what makes life interesting and fulfilling.

Regardless of what you may think or feel about my work, I love you anyway brother.

Head in the clouds
Feet in the dirt
The trumpets are loud
Announcing the hurt
Red are the clouds
Black are the birds
Confusing the crowds
Spooking the herds
Stay in the moment
Feet on the ground
Keep the fear dormant
Pass love around!

Red is the color of love-
Radiant, steady, and true.

Amassing the energies from above,
Trying to combine with the blue.

Easier it is said than done,
To be in the moment of now.

Often when under the gun,
Love is disavowed.

The purple flame burns hot,
Igniting our hearts' desire-
As we march SO SLOWLY into the fire.

A drop hits my cheek
Like a subtle guidepost
Telling me secrets about myself
A reminder of where I came from

A drop hits my arm
To tell me where to turn
Or to show me where to look
A breadcrumb from the Creator

A drop hits my heart
Like a gentle nudge from a giant
A message of love and hope
In a language all my own

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Sorry dude I'm in a bad mood but trumpets playing etc? come on you have read some books etc and you have subconsciously added them to your poems.
Another example walking into the fire, more talk of creator etc.
Read alot of poems like this, good work but come up with original thought.

Sitting alone in my world
Resting on the broken chair
Toe and finger nails all curled
Realizing no ones there

Are eyes really that what's seeing
Are my hands really that what's feeling
People looking for blind guidance
I think I will keep my silence

Unity - the most basic of concepts
One which countless armies fight against
While proclaiming unity as their mascot
And defining unity as their purpose
Unity in this world can only be brought about by separation
But not of the armies of nations
Rather of the church and state of all nations
The ancient instigators and beneficiaries of this travesty
The progression towards unity is the only true path
Yet the solution sounds like a disease
Disestablishmentarianism

There's a ringing in the air
Slowly intensifying
The long awaited time is upon us
A time for new beginnings
Yet for many it is the end
As darkness will fade to light
Erasing all the shadows
Revealing who we are to ourselves