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Angels cry in heaven
for the wails of the demons
Nothing but dust remains
smoking from the train,
A priest scares with sermons
for the ones condemned
And praise for the heavenly.
Not all of us plays pretend.
Kenshō 9h
I stand on a bend of time.
As I stand still,

My

Hand

Reaches

Out

And the divine moment widens,
Around my fingers,
Into the Infinite possibilities.

Infinity is a rainbow, and,
It is hidden,
Within every moment.

To make the moment,
A rainbow
Must stand still.

Be still and watch.
Receive all that is moving.
For what moves you moves in you too.

The moment and you,
Infinity and the rainbow,
There's nothing that can divide you.

I couldn't manage to find anything
that rhymes with you.

Make the moment, make you.
But don't let the moment make you.

For what the rainbow gives
It takes from you.

Time is money:
But, money does not buy a rainbow.
Or the motion of the seeds that you grew.

Are you growing it?
Or is it growing you?

Reach

Your

Hand

Out

And move the ocean of time
With your fingers

Feel the magnitude.
You are effortless.

As the Infinite moves you
You move the Infinite.

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what does the preacher get by lying?
doesn’t he know that people still wouldn’t believe?
does he really think a purple light would make them flock like flies?
hasn’t he met skeptics who find it hard to dream?
is it really that hard to admit you’re not perfect
to imperfect people who are trying to be set free?
do you not trust the flock you shepherd to care for you?
did you forget that you are still a sheep?
although my lips wish to sing your curses
for leading many others to a place where they can’t see,
my heart empathizes with pride blocking your straight path,
and I pray your scars, your shame, and what holds you find release.
White Owl Apr 6
I won't fear men whose hands cause pain
Or those that hunt the young like wolves,
For beneath the wings of my Lord is my shelter,
And He serves His justice a hundredfold.
I won't fear men whose abandon the weak
Or those that tear this body apart,
For my Savior promised He'd always be with me,
And someday, life in my new form will start.
Mar '22

One day years ago, I had a panic attack relating to some things I had endured years prior, and that I feared might someday happen again. After praying for peace, I opened a google doc, and these are the words that came to me.
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