Chapter 6 - Napo day six
Submitted April 1, 2016 Updated April 1, 2016 Status Incomplete | I'm calling poetry abstract art without color :D this is a great place to post my Napo creations, with the chapter system and all.
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Chapter 6 - Napo day six
Chapter 6 - Napo day six
[random poetic brainstorming]
Open up my soul and let the words spill out
in black And white
shed [shred] to bloody mess my life and then the light
shines through
the dark
the blood the mess the filth
let truth be known
lies and illusions,
they wash away
condemnation has no power to stay
when I turn to the truth, to light and love
light up
my creation
in the image
of the God of creation
heaven is at hand
It cuts through all the pain like cleanser and grease,
simple soap and water goes along way
the nearer I get to God the clearer I see Him
All that is not Him
falls in clarity away,
matters not alt all,
fades into dusty nonexistence.
It was never real
but the distraction and the false faith that is tied to it,
that was real
Distraction is real
but not that which distracts me
creation is real, put not always the products of creation.
Paragangia is real
It is what it is
It gains power as others consent to share it, though few have done so.
Collaboration creates shared worlds of illusion
Just was effectively as it creates worlds of truth .
We practice in illusions and gain the skills for true creation in eternity.
Worlds without end.
@@@@@ [edit—I’m cutting off the rest of this poem because it makes no sense and devolved into essay topic brainstorming and not poetry, and does not feel redeemable. but for camp Nano I am writing my first of 10 essays on creation and collaboration]
I open the windows of the should [< that’s a typo and I’ve no Idea what word was intended] and let in the light joy beauty.
it’s always been there and I’ve
always been able to see it
through the unedurable pain of rejection
but God never really rejected me
that was the lie of the world,
all I needed was to reach for him and he was there.
Everyone else who rejected me
never knew me
none of that was real though the pain was real as long as I gave my faith to it
I do create my universe.
I don’t determine good or bad, my universe is good as far as it alligns with God’s will
and bad as far as it does not
we are co-creators with God, this term comes from and about mothers, in which the prophet said we as mothers bringing forth a child into this world are co-creators with GOd. and we are.
but all of us in all things are coo-creators with god because every thing is his creation. our creation is real and not illusion to the degree that it agrees with his creation, which is real and eternal.
Open up my soul and let the words spill out
in black And white
shed [shred] to bloody mess my life and then the light
shines through
the dark
the blood the mess the filth
let truth be known
lies and illusions,
they wash away
condemnation has no power to stay
when I turn to the truth, to light and love
light up
my creation
in the image
of the God of creation
heaven is at hand
It cuts through all the pain like cleanser and grease,
simple soap and water goes along way
the nearer I get to God the clearer I see Him
All that is not Him
falls in clarity away,
matters not alt all,
fades into dusty nonexistence.
It was never real
but the distraction and the false faith that is tied to it,
that was real
Distraction is real
but not that which distracts me
creation is real, put not always the products of creation.
Paragangia is real
It is what it is
It gains power as others consent to share it, though few have done so.
Collaboration creates shared worlds of illusion
Just was effectively as it creates worlds of truth .
We practice in illusions and gain the skills for true creation in eternity.
Worlds without end.
@@@@@ [edit—I’m cutting off the rest of this poem because it makes no sense and devolved into essay topic brainstorming and not poetry, and does not feel redeemable. but for camp Nano I am writing my first of 10 essays on creation and collaboration]
I open the windows of the should [< that’s a typo and I’ve no Idea what word was intended] and let in the light joy beauty.
it’s always been there and I’ve
always been able to see it
through the unedurable pain of rejection
but God never really rejected me
that was the lie of the world,
all I needed was to reach for him and he was there.
Everyone else who rejected me
never knew me
none of that was real though the pain was real as long as I gave my faith to it
I do create my universe.
I don’t determine good or bad, my universe is good as far as it alligns with God’s will
and bad as far as it does not
we are co-creators with God, this term comes from and about mothers, in which the prophet said we as mothers bringing forth a child into this world are co-creators with GOd. and we are.
but all of us in all things are coo-creators with god because every thing is his creation. our creation is real and not illusion to the degree that it agrees with his creation, which is real and eternal.
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