Featured Poem:
The Future
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Featured Poem:
The Future
The future is a picture
Our souls reach to capture
Striding, riding on the raging stallion of hope
As we grope for a light rapture
A rupture of hope. Culture
Of never ceasing believing in a coming good season
Yet reason, yet reason, yet reason…
The future is virtual!
Only a ritual of habitual actions
Weaving a chain reaction
A transaction that cannot be broken
A never ending token.
Death will come but life’s a continuum…
Life’s a continuum.
The future is a collection!
A living art formed
By our living out forms
Of our thoughts in our minds
Worlds conjured up in
A floating dimension
Lighter vibrations
Pressure creating
Zones of dark in lighting
Colours of meaning
An ethereal painting
Vibrant, lush and telling
Echoes of past living
Gossip of secrets hidden
No more lost, no longer forgotten
All fruits WILL be eaten!
The future is right now!
Every movement.
Every moment.
Adds a reward to reap or a sin to repent from
Each moment is gone
One by one outdone
Sun setting then rising
Realizing my sweet bliss or inner poison
Has no effect upon the changing horizons
But upon my own.
Only my own dusk or dawn
Depends on the direction I’m going
Planting the tree of life I’m sowing
By the rolling urges of the unburning bush in my heart still glowing
Knowing that one day ahead
My harvest will make my own daily bread of life.
Not by my head
But instead, led by the discomforts and upliftments
Embedded right inside my chest
That knows from the start
Intuitive report
Each expo I got
About the truths I contort
Or the values I distort
To suit my vain ego
Eagles wings take my sins
Up into Heavenly machines
Paving my road, my environment
Waving the decoded lessons learnt
Lessons of Primordial decent
Never changing intent
Perfect from the beginning to the very last event
The Judgement
Sent my people to chambers we invent HELL!
Every moment! Every movement!
Controls it
Molds it
Makes it
Grows it
Kills it
Lives it
Leaves it
Is it!
The future is a sculpture sculpted
Not by choice but by compulsion
I signed up for this by being born and
I will fulfill it, mature every talent
That comes with Spirit
Do the good for which I was meant!
Want a good future?
Best create it!
Positively dealing with life’s card dealings…
Doing good blindly, never tiredly…
Reward lying within that good uplifting inner feeling!
Treasures planting up in Heaven
My future’s now certain
I’m rising, I’m rising, I’m rising…!
The future is a picture
Our souls reach to capture
Striding, riding on the raging stallion of hope
As we grope for a light rapture
A rupture of hope. Culture
Of never ceasing believing in a coming good season
Yet reason, yet reason, yet reason…
The future is virtual!
Only a ritual of habitual actions
Weaving a chain reaction
A transaction that cannot be broken
A never ending token.
Death will come but life’s a continuum…
Life’s a continuum.
The future is a collection!
A living art formed
By our living out forms
Of our thoughts in our minds
Worlds conjured up in
A floating dimension
Lighter vibrations
Pressure creating
Zones of dark in lighting
Colours of meaning
An ethereal painting
Vibrant, lush and telling
Echoes of past living
Gossip of secrets hidden
No more lost, no longer forgotten
All fruits WILL be eaten!
The future is right now!
Every movement.
Every moment.
Adds a reward to reap or a sin to repent from
Each moment is gone
One by one outdone
Sun setting then rising
Realizing my sweet bliss or inner poison
Has no effect upon the changing horizons
But upon my own.
Only my own dusk or dawn
Depends on the direction I’m going
Planting the tree of life I’m sowing
By the rolling urges of the unburning bush in my heart still glowing
Knowing that one day ahead
My harvest will make my own daily bread of life.
Not by my head
But instead, led by the discomforts and upliftments
Embedded right inside my chest
That knows from the start
Intuitive report
Each expo I got
About the truths I contort
Or the values I distort
To suit my vain ego
Eagles wings take my sins
Up into Heavenly machines
Paving my road, my environment
Waving the decoded lessons learnt
Lessons of Primordial decent
Never changing intent
Perfect from the beginning to the very last event
The Judgement
Sent my people to chambers we invent HELL!
Every moment! Every movement!
Controls it
Molds it
Makes it
Grows it
Kills it
Lives it
Leaves it
Is it!
The future is a sculpture sculpted
Not by choice but by compulsion
I signed up for this by being born and
I will fulfill it, mature every talent
That comes with Spirit
Do the good for which I was meant!
Want a good future?
Best create it!
Positively dealing with life’s card dealings…
Doing good blindly, never tiredly…
Reward lying within that good uplifting inner feeling!
Treasures planting up in Heaven
My future’s now certain
I’m rising, I’m rising, I’m rising…!
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