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Beauty is the presence of God manifested in his creation to the conscious mind.
©leeman_speaks
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I want to infuse the world with beauty through my creative expression
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leeman_speaks
44w
Read MoreTo be seen, to be understood, to be admired for what and who you really are
Isn't that what we ALL crave,
But WHY are we so intent in RECEIVING IT from OTHER THAN OURSELVES ?
Why are our HEARTS wounded when we do not RECEIVE this FROM THOSE WE SO DEEPLY WANT IT FROM
FROM OUR FATHERS, OUR MOTHERS, OUR PEERS, OUR COMMUNITIES
Isn't this the APPEAL OF FAME ?
To be VALIDATED by MILLIONS, to KNOW that we are not only ENOUGH but SO MUCH MORE
To breathe easy knowing that we are LOVED FOR WHO WE ARE AND NOT JUST FOR WHAT WE DO OR WHAT WE HAVE
All of us have searched for this, only to discover that whatsoever VALIDATION we gain from the WORLD IS TEMPORARY AND FLEETING.
NOTHING ON THE OUTSIDE can remedy this PERSISTENT HUNGER
We must LOOK WITHIN and FEED IT WITH.. SELF ACCEPTANCE & GRACE
THAT UNDERNEATH ALL THE RUBBLE OF THE EXTERIOR SELF
WE ARE ENOUGH
WE ARE TRULY ENOUGH
©leeman_speaksMeditation III
Validation
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It seems darkness was before all else,
Even when we think of NOTHINGNESS we visualise the dark, Empty void.
Maybe at some point, LIGHT & ORDER emerged from
this Chaotic darkness and when this LIGHT IS BURNT OUT THE DARKNESS WILL REMAIN
Only for the LIGHT to RETURN and mock the Eternity of the Dark..
It is all a part of the COSMIC COMEDY,
We crave out LIFE with goals & dreams and achievements, we seek ORDER out of the MESSY SPACE OF CHOAS
Only to be GREETED WITH DEATH..
To be OVERCOME BY the VOID..
So what are we to do ?
In a world which there is no middle ground ?
To LIVE is to BECOME LIGHT and RIDICULE CHOAS & DEATH
To DIE is to be OVERCOME BY IT
©leeman_speaksMeditation II
Chaos & Death
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What is a dream?
A star, leading to the shores of beauty ?
A blossoming of the true self ?
An Aim in an aimless world ?
Or a rebellion against death ?
From whence do they come from?
And why are they so glorified?
Is it a thing of Comfort for we frail creatures?
In the bone chilling cold of the universe
Does it warm our heart that we could BECOME something?
That POWER & SIGNIFICANCE doesn't completely elude us.
That somehow... even if only, for the Short period for which we LIVED
We TRULY MATTERED
What is a dream ?
And what happens to those without it ?
Do they BECOME dry, hallow, EMPTY creatures
Devoid of SPIRIT
Or
Do they find PEACE with ALL THAT IS ?
And moreover where should I find MY dream,
In the feats of GREAT men ?
In the Ancient scrolls of wise Sages ?
In the expectations of my community?
Or maybe something different Altogether?
Maybe while we LIVE our deepest desire is EXPANSION,
Maybe dreams are simply pathways of Expansion,
And when we HUNGER for NOTHING,
We BECOME NOTHING
©leeman_speaksMeditation I
Dreams
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"My darling, you dont need a purpose, you are a purpose.."
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leeman_speaks
50w
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Why dear soul ?
Why do you step into Fire knowing it will burn ?
Are you so tired ?
So burdened by the life you hitherto admired
Why ?
You know how this ends
Why do you hurt yourself promising to make amends?
"One more time.."
One more time you say
Till you lose yourself, to never return again..
©leeman_speaks.
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leeman_speaks
50w
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LUST
Aphrodites has set her eyes on me..
She calls me from every direction,
She whispers to the depths of my soul..
"Come to me..
Come to me...
Come drown your worries in my pleasure,
Come taste peace in my ecstasy
I am yours,
Do you have the courage to take me ?
Do you have the audacity to satiate these desires?
Come to me,
I am benign & deeply sweet,
You have nothing to lose
You have nothing to fear from me
Come to me
How long can you keep resisting my voice ?
How long can battle your lust ?
Just give in and be free
End this needless turmoil in heart
You've already tasted me,
One more time will do no harm.."Come drown your worries in my pleasure,
Come taste peace in my ecstasy.."
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"Life is a joke and death is the punchline.."
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"And then there are days when...
even poetry cant save you from grief.."
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leeman_speaks
51w
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#rebirth #wod
RENAISSANCE
Once upon a time,
I was a shadow,
Roaming about the world,
Trapped in my own illusions,
illusions of fear,
illusions of hopelessness
My Life often times felt like a mythic sword,
Which I was unworthy to hold,
And which I had no idea how to use..
It wasn't until by and by that i learnt about the pen,
The alchemist secret,
Turning pain into beauty,
And flaws into art,
That I could overcome these illusions
And move with about the earth, with purpose,
With strength & vigor,
And wield this mythic sword like a glorious warrior,
to battle for truth, for beauty..
And most importantly to battle for light.
©leeman_speaks"My Life often times felt like a mythic sword,
Which I was unworthy to hold,
And which I had no idea how to use.."
(Please read the caption above)
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thesunshineloves
51w
Read More#writersnetwork #mirakee
I didn't know....this could become a septolet! ;_;
#septolet 0��If
all their
colours fade away
someday,they,
shall
come beg
for your stardust.
©thesunshineloves -
Yes, we are fibsters, for, we
dissemble our own selves.We often conceal our
cicatrices under the ink.
For, we know, the mobs
aren't proficient enough
to swallow the unnerving
melancholies we schlep.
We often use words as
threads and ink as needle
to sew our torn hearts. For,
we know, the crumbled red
pieces are corpulent enough
to tumble down on wights.
We often wail discretely in
darkness and smirk fatuously
in luminance. For, we know,
the pandemonium would be
cacophonus enough to
turn sane lugholes deaf.
We often wear the cloak of
decency and cravenness.
But deep down, we know, we
are warriors, with pen as a sword
and paper as a shield, fighiting
the oblivious world with fortitude.
©chaheti_rathore -
damped
88w
Read More#PoetryWednesday @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay
will add image later..
©dampedyou
seed poetries
in my skin
like you are experimenting
but flowers of a graveyard can't make it a garden. -
jyotikaa
88w
Don't expect too much,
don't feel too much,
don't overthink too much.
Or it will turn into a poetry.
©jyotikaa
15.09.20 -
I will dive into the fierce ocean of love
Let me float in the crusade of passion
©fairytales_ -
misfitwallflower
156w
Loner wolf
I was an outsider ever since I was a cub
It took me years to realise that I've always been a round peg in a square
I hated being a loner but the time has taught me it was my destiny with the ample amount of pain and rejections everywhere I turned with the expectancy of acceptance.
So I chose my path of solitude
A pathway the packs usually don't choose
I walk alone; a misfit that I am
I'm still a cub walking amidst the dark forest
Where I suppose the Sun and Moon never visited
The distant ugly cries of who-know-whats chill my bones as my paws imprint the sweat on the mud I walk
I dread to run back and hide in a bush or a cave
But this walk is something I've been inflicted by the Fate itself
Hence I walk with self-love I walk with pride embracing myself with every stride I take
For I am sure I'll will be the Alpha Female one day
I'm a loner wolf but my howls will be so stronger that even the chilly air adorned by the full moon will be penetrated
I'm still a cub but sooner I'll be a vigorous wolf
So I walk this path all alone allowing it to strengthen me in a way nothing in the world could.
©misfitwallflower
