Hang In There
A lonely leaf hangs on the branch
Refusing to let go
But you know
Yes
The season’s over
You got to go
But it refused wouldn’t you know
All winter long
There it was
Was it love
In the spring came a dove
Spotted the leaf
What a wonderful piece
To my nest above
and so the lonely leaf was taken above
To take part in the birth of a new dove
All I can think
It must be love
All I can say
Hang in there
Don’t let go
You’ll be taken up
When the Spring time comes
To be apart of the birth
Of a dove
By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 2/28/24
I can't say for sure that I wrote this for the Palestinians. It came to me and I wrote it, that's typically how it works. But it reminds me of them and If I could tell them anything - hang in there, and you will be taken above. Anyways enjoy and if you feel it applies to you, Blessed Be.
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Florence Welch song lyrics that feel like prayers:
Oh Lord, won't you leave me,
leave me on my knees
'Cause I belong to the ground now
And it belongs to me...
I want no more than this.
-"Mother
Literally all of "No Choir"
Well can you see me? I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view
In this blindness I'm condemned to
Well can you hear me? I cannot hear you
Every song I thought I knew, I've been deafened to
And there's no one left to sing to
-"Casandra"
And I want you so badly, but you could be anyone
I couldn't hide from the thunder in a sky full of song
-"Sky Full of Song"
..feel free to add.
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🪄 PICK 🥤 A 🗡️ CARD 🪙
Close your eyes. Breathe deep. Open your mind to the peaceful dark and quiet within. Let it become a vast midnight sea, sparking to life and then twinkling like stars. See new worlds and ways emerge, paths of interwoven wands, shining cups, unswerving swords, or glittering coins. Follow their trails and see the message before you in that colorful sea of inner brilliance. Watch a rainbow path unfold in the recesses of your mindscape. Then pick a card from the Gay Marseille by Charlie Claire Burgess.
Will you pick left, center, or right?
If you need more time to find your center and those sparks of light within the infinite possibility of the blank and darkened mind, take that time. Find that space within you where creative possibility bursts forth from the depths of your inner world. Let it open and expand and create fresh trails to explore.
How does that feel? I hope it allows you to step into the future with curiosity about what lies ahead but also peace in knowing you've chosen what's right for you.
Now pick a card (if you want) and read its message in the reveal.
Let me know how it resonates, and share the post with those who might benefit from some inner wisdom.
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I’m Poet
I’m Poet
I’m no saint
I’m a poet
I ain’t rich
I’m a poet
Ain’t so smart
I’m a poet
Not so tough
I’m a poet
Just got one question
Who ain’t a poet
By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 11/27/22
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for books are all i have known, and poetry is all i have. for all of this is on the tip of my tongue and heavy on my mouth. i stay within the golden light, hoping one day i'll be what glimmers. for now a day spent reading in bed. "to never leave bed, to always have books."
literature in furs, jessie (literatureinfurs) - March, 2024.
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The Witch King's very bad day continues.
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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”
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Lightning Will Crush The Rock
This is for Palestine
When they crawl back underneath the rock
We will stand together and talk
Hand in hand we will walk
I will know you and you will know me
Divided we will no longer be
On that day the blind will see
The mute will talk
and the crippled will walk
We will know hunger no more
Lightning will crush the rock
War will be no more
We will all know then
What for
By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 11/20/23
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A Used Toy
You laughed at that
But if I shot myself in the head
Would you cry instead
Probably not
You forgot me long ago
Wouldn’t even know
If I was here
or I was free
This is a fact
I was your toy
Then you put me back
Told everyone
and your friends laugh at that
Use me
and attack
Instead of give back
as if I were just an object
Like I couldn’t feel that
How do you go on
With memories tide up
Like that
But you know what
Jesus loves me
Bet you didn’t know that
Jesus forgives
and life lives
I know that
By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 6/28/23
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