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Literature
Twisted Mind Of The Raven
Twisted Mind of the Raven;
I feel you lurking around every corner
Spinning your twisted mind’s reel
Thoughts consuming only you
Though perceived by those affected
By your ravenous selfish words.
You are the Raven, and I bid you flight
To torment only your own soul
For I pray not for another to be trapped
By your luring words full of untruth.
Fly into the depths of your created cloud
So dark where no other is harmed by your claws
That dig deep into vulnerable kind souls
Giving light from the One who made it so
On the first created day of seven,
In which He was pleased, to perceive as “good”
Good you are not, but blackness su
The Phoenix Rises by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Phoenix Rises
The Phoenix Rises: Sonnet
Her soothing soft melody, her life’s song,
Fell into the hand of the tempter’s throne.
Soul- Bound, with determined strength for so long
Rose, releasing her symphonic song’s tone.
Crimson passion of the phoenix arose
Her masquerade was brilliant from afar
Closer view showed a bittersweet red- Rose
From the violin fiery-red with each bar.
Garnet hues- Her hair did sway with each rush
Of her bow- Her music became the fire
A new found passion, engrossing a push
Of intense flames- Burning a deep desire
A resurrection from ashes dark soot.
Awaken from the burning fire within
Beheld- Revealed, Inner enli
FOREFRONT OF PEACE by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
FOREFRONT OF PEACE
Forefront of Peace
Stacia Lynn Reynolds
John F. Kennedy said, “Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.” It does not matter where a person dwells upon this Earth; we all witness the effects of calamities and war: A solider on the frontlines, images that daily reel over media, first hand witness of bloodshed, terrorism, global warming, climatic catastrophes, heartache, pain; uncertainty with no gain. The wars between humanity began in the ancient times, and has escalated in intensity into today’s world. Martin Luther King Jr. spoke of peace among mankind when he stated, “If we are to have peac
Abandoned Heart by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
Abandoned Heart
Abandoned Heart- Unrequited Love Poem
She walked along an empty street;
The darkness of night blanketing her soul.
Left destitute and depleted.
Once full of life;
A heart that beat strong
With passionate love,
Was now barren.
Exhausted, from the existence
Of a tragic romance.
She bestowed every depth of her being;
Extending her hand-
Finding an unanswered reply.
Her love overflowed
Into a vacant wasteland of idle words.
Foolishness, Foolishness
She cries;
To give herself away
To an idle n’ inexpressible rendezvous.
Intimacy proved-
Fruitless, Temporary, Forgotten
After the door shut behind him.
So, her heart bleeds
With every abandon
The Dance by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Dance
The Dance
Her azure eyes,
Clear as cloudless skies,
Sank deeply
into his intense sapphire gaze.
A chasm
No other has permeated
Within the expanse of her soul.
His love…
Overflowed
Filling…
The depth of her heart
With passionate intensity.
As he gazed…
Into her pure- lucid beauty,
His adoration…
Lured her intensely.
Immense desire,
Encompassed him to…
Take in…
Every exhaled breath.
Marvel upon…
This prodigy of God.
Descend…
Into her mysterious will.
Immerse…
Himself deep,
Into the cerulean ocean
Of her embrace.
The mesmerizing g
Thy Will by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
Thy Will
Thy Will
The pursuit of answers,
Closure to questions of the mind.
Perplexing, uncertainty
A driving force-
Of constant searching.
Seeking to uncover
Knocking at every door.
Sinking deep into thought.
Diving within the mysteries of God
Whose thoughts-
Whose ways-
Go beyond our plane
Beyond the chasm of our thinking.
A desperate cry
A pleading prayer
For a piece
Or a glimpse of thy will.
Direct me in thy ways
My mind is open
My perception is open
To listen
To see
To feel
To go beyond my sixth sense
Let me know thy will
Let thy will be done…
A Winter Walk by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
A Winter Walk
The Footsteps
Could be heard-
In the crisp snow covered path.
Can be seen-
From the glimpses over their shoulders,
From where they had been.
The Trees
Were barren,
Though beautifully covered-
With crystals of white- icy flakes
Beholding a resemblance of
Performing snow dancers
Surrounding the snow queen.
The Houses
Wear caps of white
With the rising of smoke streams
From the chimney,
Like grandfather nestled
In front of the fire with his pipe.
A warm protection
For the inhabitants,
Like the winter garments
Defending the cold on the journey…
The Journey
Of excitement
A child’s promise,
Whose footprints are scattered
By skippi
The Poet's Words by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Poet's Words
She writes with passion.
She writes with fear.
The drying ink explodes with tears
Upon the page
As her words pour
From deep within.
Her heart cries…
Her soul aches…
As her words are drawn
On a blank white page.
Expressions not found
In vocal utterances,
But flowing through
Her pen’s black ink-
A hue she prefers to visually see,
As she writes
Her thoughts upon
The canvas of emotion
Her journey’s trials
As they move on.
Her pen:
Composing her symphony of thought…
A psychosomatic therapy.
The tool within her hand.
The grasp is firm.
A natural place,
As she writes her words
So full of grace.
Unlike her heart,
Whic
The Trodden Path by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Trodden Path
Supple – green grass
Lays upon the beaten path
Worn – throughout the years
From the steps
Of those that have walked upon
A journey – of emotion
Joy – Strive – Pleasure – Pain
Is engraved in the gravel
That has not been re-laid,
But remains – telling its story.
As flowers bloom
As leaves turn –
From dancing green to golden red
Finally to barren black branches.
Nature has gone through – has seen
Many days of hand-in-hand
Many days of lonely strolls.
The trees –
Have clapped their hands to the skipping of children
Have awed passersby with hues of changed color
And related in the co
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Twisted Mind Of The Raven by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
Twisted Mind Of The Raven
Twisted Mind of the Raven;
I feel you lurking around every corner
Spinning your twisted mind’s reel
Thoughts consuming only you
Though perceived by those affected
By your ravenous selfish words.
You are the Raven, and I bid you flight
To torment only your own soul
For I pray not for another to be trapped
By your luring words full of untruth.
Fly into the depths of your created cloud
So dark where no other is harmed by your claws
That dig deep into vulnerable kind souls
Giving light from the One who made it so
On the first created day of seven,
In which He was pleased, to perceive as “good”
Good you are not, but blackness su
The Phoenix Rises by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Phoenix Rises
The Phoenix Rises: Sonnet
Her soothing soft melody, her life’s song,
Fell into the hand of the tempter’s throne.
Soul- Bound, with determined strength for so long
Rose, releasing her symphonic song’s tone.
Crimson passion of the phoenix arose
Her masquerade was brilliant from afar
Closer view showed a bittersweet red- Rose
From the violin fiery-red with each bar.
Garnet hues- Her hair did sway with each rush
Of her bow- Her music became the fire
A new found passion, engrossing a push
Of intense flames- Burning a deep desire
A resurrection from ashes dark soot.
Awaken from the burning fire within
Beheld- Revealed, Inner enli
FOREFRONT OF PEACE by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
FOREFRONT OF PEACE
Forefront of Peace
Stacia Lynn Reynolds
John F. Kennedy said, “Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.” It does not matter where a person dwells upon this Earth; we all witness the effects of calamities and war: A solider on the frontlines, images that daily reel over media, first hand witness of bloodshed, terrorism, global warming, climatic catastrophes, heartache, pain; uncertainty with no gain. The wars between humanity began in the ancient times, and has escalated in intensity into today’s world. Martin Luther King Jr. spoke of peace among mankind when he stated, “If we are to have peac
Abandoned Heart by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
Abandoned Heart
Abandoned Heart- Unrequited Love Poem
She walked along an empty street;
The darkness of night blanketing her soul.
Left destitute and depleted.
Once full of life;
A heart that beat strong
With passionate love,
Was now barren.
Exhausted, from the existence
Of a tragic romance.
She bestowed every depth of her being;
Extending her hand-
Finding an unanswered reply.
Her love overflowed
Into a vacant wasteland of idle words.
Foolishness, Foolishness
She cries;
To give herself away
To an idle n’ inexpressible rendezvous.
Intimacy proved-
Fruitless, Temporary, Forgotten
After the door shut behind him.
So, her heart bleeds
With every abandon
The Dance by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Dance
The Dance
Her azure eyes,
Clear as cloudless skies,
Sank deeply
into his intense sapphire gaze.
A chasm
No other has permeated
Within the expanse of her soul.
His love…
Overflowed
Filling…
The depth of her heart
With passionate intensity.
As he gazed…
Into her pure- lucid beauty,
His adoration…
Lured her intensely.
Immense desire,
Encompassed him to…
Take in…
Every exhaled breath.
Marvel upon…
This prodigy of God.
Descend…
Into her mysterious will.
Immerse…
Himself deep,
Into the cerulean ocean
Of her embrace.
The mesmerizing g
Thy Will by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
Thy Will
Thy Will
The pursuit of answers,
Closure to questions of the mind.
Perplexing, uncertainty
A driving force-
Of constant searching.
Seeking to uncover
Knocking at every door.
Sinking deep into thought.
Diving within the mysteries of God
Whose thoughts-
Whose ways-
Go beyond our plane
Beyond the chasm of our thinking.
A desperate cry
A pleading prayer
For a piece
Or a glimpse of thy will.
Direct me in thy ways
My mind is open
My perception is open
To listen
To see
To feel
To go beyond my sixth sense
Let me know thy will
Let thy will be done…
A Winter Walk by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
A Winter Walk
The Footsteps
Could be heard-
In the crisp snow covered path.
Can be seen-
From the glimpses over their shoulders,
From where they had been.
The Trees
Were barren,
Though beautifully covered-
With crystals of white- icy flakes
Beholding a resemblance of
Performing snow dancers
Surrounding the snow queen.
The Houses
Wear caps of white
With the rising of smoke streams
From the chimney,
Like grandfather nestled
In front of the fire with his pipe.
A warm protection
For the inhabitants,
Like the winter garments
Defending the cold on the journey…
The Journey
Of excitement
A child’s promise,
Whose footprints are scattered
By skippi
The Poet's Words by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Poet's Words
She writes with passion.
She writes with fear.
The drying ink explodes with tears
Upon the page
As her words pour
From deep within.
Her heart cries…
Her soul aches…
As her words are drawn
On a blank white page.
Expressions not found
In vocal utterances,
But flowing through
Her pen’s black ink-
A hue she prefers to visually see,
As she writes
Her thoughts upon
The canvas of emotion
Her journey’s trials
As they move on.
Her pen:
Composing her symphony of thought…
A psychosomatic therapy.
The tool within her hand.
The grasp is firm.
A natural place,
As she writes her words
So full of grace.
Unlike her heart,
Whic
The Trodden Path by StaciaLynn, literature
Literature
The Trodden Path
Supple – green grass
Lays upon the beaten path
Worn – throughout the years
From the steps
Of those that have walked upon
A journey – of emotion
Joy – Strive – Pleasure – Pain
Is engraved in the gravel
That has not been re-laid,
But remains – telling its story.
As flowers bloom
As leaves turn –
From dancing green to golden red
Finally to barren black branches.
Nature has gone through – has seen
Many days of hand-in-hand
Many days of lonely strolls.
The trees –
Have clapped their hands to the skipping of children
Have awed passersby with hues of changed color
And related in the co
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Piano
She learned to play her piano
When she was just but three -
Her songs were light, inspiring,
And always full of glee.
She lost a key when she was six,
Another’s she ‘came 8,
But never played them, anyway:
They were a kind of weight.
So she thought not upon them,
And instead, she let them go.
No need to have them take up space
For songs she didn’t know.
Her songs became more beautiful,
As she did, at fifteen,
But there came errors: body changed,
Mind same - she, caught between.
The boyfriend she picked was her first;
To him, she was his four.
And when he left, she was bereft -
3 more keys met the floor.
The songs she pla
Collection: Message in a Bottle by techgnotic, journal
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As we celebrate the January 15th birthday of America’s greatest non–violent civil rights leader, Dr. Martin Luther King, we should also honor his mentor and role model, Mohandas Gandhi, who died on January 30th, 1948. Both of these Princes of Peace were taken from the world too soon by assassin’s bullets, the truth of their message of universal love and unity being too much to bear by the
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Abstract, a meaning seen within;
Found in curves, angles, and hues of inner expression.
Creative illusion, there is no doubt.
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