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I S A A C Jul 2023
stifled in this house of mirrors
thought my promised love was here
my flaws become all too clear
critical seeds deposited deep
i can see them blossom here
rose petals, swollen fruits
but no pair in this house of mirrors
cracked the case, racked my brain
all this data, i need to leave it
in this house of mirrors my confidence is decaying
my ego grows tired, i lean into yoga
realize my ego’s expired, my old life is over
my stability is fading
in this house of mirrors i saw possibilities
in this house of mirrors i saw atrocities
in the shadows of ambiguity, i almost lost me
balancing beam, shattering dreams
warped perception, endless maze
biological embrace, removal of societal shame
this house of mirrors lives with me today
Path Humble Jul 2023
Empyrean Heaven (there is no promised land)



there is no promised land)

the promise is where you stand
at this exact moment, where you
stick the landing every morn best,
best you can, assess the window’s
first delivery of the status of where
you are, whom you are, bent or *****,
empty or full, impoverished or worse,
sated, foolish or brave, (dis) believing
the top of world is planted beneath your
feet; but above, at this the fiery places of

Empyrean Heaven.

Empyrean Heaven, nearest to me, thy there~thee
will find, beyond the heaven of the air and the
heaven of the stars, no land, the incorporeal
existence, carefree, know this you-human,
an unpromised state is the causal residue,
of actions between human to human,
not thy god, irony delicious, earn it
with every thought, instinct, act
deserving of this, this
“unpromised place”


G.
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There was, declared Saint Basil, a certain condition, older than the birth of the world and proper to the supramundane powers, one beyond time, everlasting, without beginning or end. In it the Creator and Producer of all things perfect the works of His art, a spriritual light befitting the blessedness of those who love the Lord asks of you~human.


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Jul 3 7:59am
patty m  

so deep this beautiful confessionary write. Yes, as age gathers its flock to the fold, the black sheep stays a step or two behind. Mulling over a manifold of days, moments hours. The good the bad, the triumphs the failures. The times given in to sin, the cries for forgiveness. Behold the many times he lifted us up and answered our prayers. Faith is healing, and your words humble and sweet, speak volumes.
I see the gold rubby diamond
rings on each one of my fingers
even though no rings I wear
but were promised and so
I see them a lifetime after.
I am wealthier then even you are
because I believe your plan works.
even though I survive dirt poor
in total lack, homelessness
is on my one left foot.
I AM a billionaire mind
if only I write my miserable fated
action inaction cause and effect
tragic life down without you.
Yes I missed the mark
how not to adore you JpcRk.
we remain glued.
You left treasures for me to find
all over you wanted us to go.
I am wealthier then even you are
because I believe in your amazing
bittersweet lost and found plan.
even though I found only myself
looking at myself naked
in the mirror.
~~~~
Mr and Mrs Andrews
And Karijinbba.
True love I miss you so much
aspen wilde May 2021
you preach heaven
but surely not
because you did this
you left when you
promised you wouldn't
you always leave when you
promise you won't
what am i to believe then
once again i get burned
i stand but fall
holding onto the wall
it's ok i can
survive the heat
if i stop i die
help me
grab my arms and
pull me up
into the air
where it's gone
what scared me before
i long for now
i need to focus
too scared to leave the
small white room
it's safer than out there
i can't get caught
or i die
i burn once again
goodbye
closer, before collapsing
Dylan McFadden May 2020
Behold the Man who goes to see
The New Creation then set free
The place no sins or sorrows grow
The Promised Land to come aglow

Oh flee the gates of Babylon!
The ***** who feeds on her own spawn...
May Zion be your heav’nly home
The City where true lovers roam

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Serendipity Mar 2020
At my very core
am I as human
as I was promised
to be?
I don't know what I'm doing
and have no clue on where I'm heading
all I know is that it's great
wherever I'm going

hell to some, heaven to others
the promised land, a place full of wonders
the place where we no longer suffer
a place where we have each other
a place, full of sinners
I hope to see you soon
my brothers and sisters.
Created by me on November 23rd, 2019
(つ◕౪◕)つ━☆゚.*・。゚
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