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Keiya Tasire May 2022
That lasting life change
So deep, so heart felt?

How is it born?
That deep inner knowing
A place of understanding
Connected to what Is
Divine within each of us?

As we work together to understand truth
What lies within each of us and directs us
To the deepest desired connections
Of our intertwined hearts?

Is this within?
The unfolding Inner most being
A Higher Spiritual Self?

The Spiritual Man
The Spiritual Woman
Who's purpose exposes
Our strengths and weaknesses
With expected and unexpected gifts?

As our weaknesses bring
Us to our knees
Lamenting our life's challenges
Crying out our broking hearts
Evaluating the known and unknown
How do we begin to move along
The Way Home?!

Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness
Only to shriek and back away?  
Or do we chose to allow courage
To accept our steps into it's presence?

In spite of our fears
Will we allow courage
To forge our greatest strengths?
As steal within the bellowing fires?
And if we allow resolve
Will we find deeper wisdom and truth
Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts?

The opening is before us.
If you place a hand on the door
Open it wide!

It was then!
He stepped into the shadow of
His own darkness…..
Finding himself alone
He reached his hand back
Toward hers.

Stepping into her own shadow
She grasped his outstretched hand
Pulling, supporting, anchoring together
Both facing the Light...

From within their own
Shadows of darkness
Holding fast,
They began their journey together.

Step by step
Line up on line
Precept upon precept.....
How does it begin? What do we do with that something stirring within us? That calling for us to remember who and what we truly are? It is beyond the trappings of this world. It is beyond religion. It is beyond words that adequately describe the True Essence of unity and so much more.
Francie Lynch Jul 2014
I regret (usually too late), the authority
Of the sitting government.
Any government.
Once in power (I regret that word)
The back room broking good ole boys
At the exit polls loose their senses,
Sight and hearing.
Feelings get hurt.
Taxes are wasted.
The trough gouging is too loud.
I resent lying.

I regret (mostly from the evidence),
The too full baskets of organized religion
Overflowing from indulgences;
The Roman fingers
Poaching coins for another memorial window;
The glass cathedrals
And get-a-way cars.
I resent hypocrisy.

I regret people don't arrive on time
(no matter the time);
Especially when outside anyplace waiting,
Perhaps a light for a smoke is needed,
Or there's inclement weather,
The nearby company is distasteful.
Waiting dinner.
Late children are the worse.
They cause worry.
I resent the selfishness of time.

I regret being diseased,
And hated for it.
When in remission I'm loved.
Active, not so much.
The know-its say it's a matter of will.
Like you can cure
Cancer or smallpox with thoughts.
The one symptom alone, hurt,
Would need temples of meditating chanters!
I resent condemnation.

I regret failed relationships:
Family, friends and women.
My thoughts are mine;
If I said everything
You'd have a different opinion
Of what I am.
So we don't
Because we can't
Say things: we would appear as socio-paths.
We think good and bad;
Therefore we're real.
A virtual humanity.
I resent blathering.

I regret an educational system
That believes in paradigm shifts;
Spouting new-age lingo:
If it's not broken, break it;
Selling out to athletics,
Or Mr., Ms and Mrs. know
All about education;
They went to school.
Bullies top the list.
I resent permissive parents.

Most of all,
I regret
My resentments.
Rachid Insa Jun 2013
Every single one of us comes into this world as a seed
Whether we reach our full potential remain to be seen
We are filled with dreams
Still, is our heart strong enough to rely on its self esteem?
Indeed, a weak heart is tied down by desire
A such gifted liar
Controlled by it, you will suffer from it's whims
Slowly but surely broking your wings
Procrastination,sloth are his deceit
Making you believe that your life is infinite
While its running out like a hourglass
Internal war for internal peace
This is what is needed for it to cease
A heavy task that will leave you full of sweat
But is life worth living if it is filled with regrets?
YASSINE BAKHTA Feb 2015
Nothing is a normal name
not that full of shame, hate or someone to blame
roses 're red, voliots 're blue but thier's is nothing to do
i alwys say hi, look up to the sky, share my words & wait for some music kinda look like the blus
yelling as a broking clock claiming she's getting the time right, yes & twice in one day.
MONKII Jul 2015
From the moment we met
I didn't have to fake it
Everything felt right yet
A piece or two didn't fit

Hoping to hear from you soon
I told you how to get in touch with me
Your call sent me to the moon
Soon we'll know if we are meant to be

For two weeks everything was cool
Talks, movies, and music we did
Shot a couple games of pool
Friends start making bids

One night we had too much to drink
Words exchanged to let feelings out
Can't take it back, we just didnt think
Hearts broken we begin to pout

Nothing more to say that night
Upset and unsure to bed we go
Waking up we begin to fight
Broking up to become your foe
This poem is about a whirlwind relationship that was just as fast as it was unhealthy.
skyy omalley Jun 2020
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Bhargavi Aug 2019
Looking at the sky which seems to rain
My heart is also ready to rain through my eyes
I can't let you to leave me
I can't let you to ruin me
I can't let you to love me
I can't let you to broke me
I can't let you to fool me
I can't let you to use me
But i am begging me to leave you
But i am broking my self
But i am loosing my self
There is no me,all that left is the pain,hurt and tears left for you and by you
Butterfly May 2019
Don't see me as the broking girl.
I am so much more.
This doesn't mean I don't want your help.
Duncan Brown Jun 2018
There’s a pawn shop broking on the corner
Doin’ some good business
As the venerable beads of the abacus announce
Their returns
An’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of what
It was equipped for
Meanwhile the pillars of salt are crumbling

Flickering signs changing all the times
For the manys
Whilst flashing on for enlightenment
Of the fews
Broken light’s dancing on the pavement
It’s a sign on the shoes
While the sun blinds up as regular

These are the good times for the bad
Robbers of the daylight
Even better times for curtains
Nobody’s payin’ any attention to anybody
Stuttering out their views
We’re just watching a concerto
Making an overture to the blues.
Saïda Boūzazy Apr 2019
How fellings are broking
How heart is broken  
  
How earth is hellish
How people are careless
Wary Oct 2020
So many talks, so much to share
All she can do is to ****** her gear
That was not ensuring her to leave
& also not giving her a single relief
Sometimes she use to completely give up
And on the next use to boldly stand up
It was all deep within broking her down
Like a termite damaging the wood all round
Things weren't changing even after struggle
On the way she was having a lot of trouble
She was giving her best to cope up with her pain
As the situation had become more and more insane
Neglecting from her life all the false blame
She never gave up and didn't quit the game
Never give up cuz u r strongest gender
Saïda Boūzazy Jul 2019
A mixture between sadness and happiness occurs
Causing a  broking effect  right in the heart  
From that terrified past comes that feeling of being nothing but grief
Creating a shadow of darkness that lasts forever
memorised a sad tune in the head
Aahi Nov 2020
CHANGE CAN BE SCARY AND WONDERFUL
AT THE SAME TIME:)
FOR THE FIRST CASE
THE PERSON WHO ARE
GETTING THOSE
CHANGES IN ATTITUDE
IS STARTED BROKING
INSIDE..
AND FOR THE SECOND,
THE BUTTERFLIES
IN STOMACH
IS ALWAYS READY
TO REPLY:)
:) mmm I'm fine..

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