SUN on My Face

Blunt Head By Blunt Head, 4th Jan 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/37r6l98r/
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I want to feel the sun

On my face

It makes my heart beat

At a steady pace

It makes me realize

Life is not a race

For my inner turmoil

Its warmth is my cure

And of that I am sure

Free Verse Poem

SUN ON MY FACE


I want to feel the sun

On my face

It makes my heart beat

At a steady pace

It makes me realize

Life is not a race

For my inner turmoil

Its warmth is my cure

And of that I am sure





Its touch on my skin so pure

Like the tears of a new-born baby

That has grown in the womb

Of a righteous lady

Its soul worth much more

Than the entire earth’s gold

Its spirit emits a heavenly glow

Prophesied to follow its path, which the Lord chose

Brought to existence by God’s breath

To live life fruitfully and pass God’s tests

And by God’s will

It will take its last breath

And in heaven will be adorned

With a gold plate on his chest

To protect him from primal hate

On his long quest

That follows through hell’s gate

To help mere mortals

To escape from their flesh





I want to feel the sun

On my face

It makes my heart beat

At a steady pace

It makes me realize

Life is not a race

For my inner turmoil

Its warmth is my cure

And of that I am sure





It rejuvenates me from my hurtful past

Like a phoenix sprouting its wings from the ash

The wind beneath its wings

Carries it away from its burning past

It clarifies my sight

To see people who wear masks

To hid their evil intentions

Of doing many sinister tasks

It clarifies my sight

To see the pain in other’s eyes

And makes me realize

Experiencing pain

While offering your most precious sacrifice

Makes you wise

And increases your life

They tell a story of what your heart holds

For some its boundless love

For others

It’s an empty dark hole

Some might catch a cold

From the ice in their heartless souls

Only the heat of the sun

Can make their hearts shine

With love

And their spirits will soar in the sky like a dove

And their blood will flow like a wound

From a deep cut

Enough to fill a chalice cup





I want to feel the sun

On my face

It makes my heart beat

At a steady pace

It makes me realize

Life is not a race

For my inner turmoil

Its warmth is my cure

And of that I am sure





I want to feel the wind

Blow against my skin

It soothes the fury beast within

I’m trying to live my life clean

Free from sin

I wanna to be liberated

From the cycle of birth, death and rebirth

I wanna achieve spiritual rest

Free my soul from the earth

It’s starting to reek of the pungent smell of death

Sometimes I feel like the forces of good and evil

Are playing with our lives

In a game of chess

I’m longing for the day, when my atman

Merges with Brahman

I’m following the path

Towards the realization

Of ultimate reality

To be one with Ram Ram

And attain spiritual purity

To see my visions and life in clarity

Only then will I see in heavenly light

That the world is nothing but an illusion

Filled to the brim

With mind and spiritual pollution

So many problems

But the self-appointed rulers of earth

Have no solution

Their utterings and laws

Only add to the confusion

They have pimped Mother Earth

Into prostitution

The sages are going to start the new movement

And the ancient serpent will be slain

And your soul will be unchained

From your fleshly shell

That’s tainted in sin

By the long fingers of hell





I want to feel the sun

On my face

It makes my heart beat

At a steady pace

It makes me realize

Life is not a race

For my inner turmoil

Its warmth is my cure

And of that I am sure

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author avatar Retired
4th Jan 2011 (#)

Very nice.

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author avatar Denise O
7th Jan 2011 (#)

Nice read.
Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar mountainside
12th Jan 2011 (#)

...Hi there, Many images, very interesting. Take care.

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author avatar sweety_143
21st Jan 2011 (#)

now here iam like what you've just said!!
this ones inspires me, thank you very much!!!,

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author avatar Blunt Head
22nd Jan 2011 (#)

Thank you very much..You're welcome!

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author avatar AnnH
3rd Apr 2011 (#)

Nice poem, very thoughtful and deep.

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author avatar MAnature
5th Jun 2011 (#)

Thank you :)

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author avatar Steve Kinsman
6th Jun 2011 (#)

Very beautiful and inspiring. Great work!

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author avatar Retired
19th Jul 2011 (#)

Mother Earth is not a prostitute but the wife of the Creator who provides food and abudance to life so that people like ourselves can live.

Mother Earth can never be a prostitute only for the fact she always reinvents herself to adapt to adversity and when she is angry she floods, creates Earthquakes, erupts volcanos, have hailstorm, snow and what not that destroys all other evil forces that are thwarting the laws of nature.

There can me only ONE Planet Earth and no one can ever replace the life in her.

The Sun is her life-breather who gives her the energy to become stronger and provide life to many other living Creatures around. It is the circle of life but just one large Asteroid with the Rivers, seas and land that hold life...

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author avatar Retired
19th Jul 2011 (#)

To open your eyes to see life around one needs to observe behaviour. It is always a pattern. But attitudes do change in time, the foundation remains the same.

The Dove signifies peace and tranqulity.

Life is a race only for the fact that all of us are judged for our deeds and achievements by the master Creator who is God himself... The retribution of your deeds determines your reformatory requirements to purify and enhance the soul that is within you...

Every child is righteous but I would always maintain that only the mother knows the source of the child and DNA tests just proves the probability theory amongst millions.
So no mother is pure because she has done something that has reaped the fruit of the act. But what she has done is more known to her...
The combat here would be,"I know the father of my child and can prove it. Can you???"

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author avatar Aaradhya
26th Sep 2011 (#)

Thoughtful indeed...nice..!

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author avatar Mikey.
30th Dec 2011 (#)

Good Job.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
18th Nov 2013 (#)

Nice poem and post as well!

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author avatar vellur
10th Jan 2014 (#)

A beautiful poem.

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