Tuesday, 10 July 2007

Spiritual stuff

I like all things Spiritual and would like to think there was an afterlife. Here are a small collection of thoughts of all things that I still seek answers from. The first poem was published.

Seven Senses

I feel everything you touch
Think your every thought
Hurt the pain inside so much
And your happy aura that I've caught.

I smell everything you breathe
The aroma that surrounds
And sigh a deep relief
When the sun shines all around.

I taste everything on your lips
Sometimes bitter, mostly sweet,
Slowly forward, tiny sips
Enjoy the food in which you eat.

I hear everything in your ears
Voices in my head
Sounds you hate are noises I fear
Listen to your heart instead.

I see everything in your eyes
Right through you I look
It comes as no surprise
You're like an open book.

I'm wide open to telepathy
More greater than this empathy
Your every sense reaches back to me
Your inspiration and e.s.p.
                                                                                          

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Spiritualism

There's realization occurring
Spiritualist churches luring
More belief in Astrology
Extra interest in the Ouji.

We're still in the Piscean age
On the cusp of turning the page.
The age of Aquarius is nigh,
People sense it with their third eye.

Mediums speak with the dead
A conversation head to head,
Clairvoyants' prophesy future events
Divine inspiration and their sixth sense.

More open circles, seances,
Enticing outside entities.
Spirit will channel through the glass,
Knowing us and all our past.

Automatic writing if we allow
Enter our souls with their power.
Omens through age old Tarot cards,
Our fate within the planets and stars.

Psychic awareness, it's all here,
Spiritual healing they guide and steer.
Perhaps the devil in disguise-
He's very clever, very wise.

Witches, warlocks cast a spell,
They will surely go to hell.
As more and more people have found,
There are covens, black magic all around.

It's easy enough to get obsessed,
Why don't we leave the dead to rest?
Aid only from an exorcist,
The hand of God that they have kissed.
Copyright Linda Lawrence

19th January 1993

Copyright Linda Lawrence
19th January 1993
Nobody knows

Nobody knows what's in store
Nobody knows what we're for
Why are we here
It's all so unclear,
Have we all been here before?

While the earth spins around the sun,
Who are we when all said and done?
Does God lend a hand
For us and our plan?
I wonder how we all began.

Could it be evolution
As we move into new revolutions?
Are we meant to be fate?
We'll all have to wait
Will we ever find a conclusion?

It's all one great big mystery
An enigma that we can't see,
Based only on hypothesis
Ours and other beliefs
Does an unknown power hold the key?

Nobody knows when life will end
Nobody knows if God is our friend
Will we ever find out
What we are about?
As times we can't comprehend.

Copyright Linda Lawrence


17th January 1993


Copyright Linda Lawrence
17th January 1993

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