Angel Uriel
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The Womb
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Charity
By · CommentsBy Michelle Holt
Don’t forget charity,
it’s important everyday,
to help someone along gently on their way.
Give a little of your time,
in every way you can;
you’ll find someone whose lost,
be it woman or a man.
Let the good shine through,
eliminate the bad.
Talk to someone new,
and cheer when one is sad.
There will be days when you are down,
and days when you’re sad too,
Let the good come shining through:
there’s someone there for you!
No Ordinary Day
By · CommentsBy Michelle Holt
Ah, the freshness of a field, the boldness of the trees.
The smatter of flowers that lay beneath my knees.
The sky a cooling blue, the clouds soft as pillows,
The screaming subtle cries from soul of weeping willows.
How wonderful I feel, balanced in communion, listening and learning;
a wonderous reunion.
Sleepy calming wind blows gently through my hair,
kneeling deep in thought without a solid care.
The sun set deep within the sky, wrapped in brilliant glory;
chirping birds are rapturing nature and her story.
You gifted unto me, no ordinary day; giving praise to you for
this gentle pasture play.
To Those Who Miss Me…Smile
By · CommentsBy Michelle Holt
I’ve never felt so free
in this world that I am in.
Free from all the sadness,
free from all the sin.
Please don’t grieve for me,
this place in which I dwell,
is far yet close to yours;
in dreams you wish me well
In memory we’ll laugh and smile,
at all the time we had.
I’ll aways be right near you,
please do not feel sad.
Dream of me tonight;
we’ll fly our hands grasped tight,
on this plane fuelled by love our souls
will leave this plight.
Remember all my strength,
and courage that could shame.
My bravery will carry you,
at times when you feel pain.
To those who miss me, smile
the hurt has gone away,
remember that I love you,
in your dreams I gently play
The Brink of Insanity
By · CommentsBy Michelle Holt
What webs that we are spinning?
People still are sinning;
the fire burns within
a formidable sin,
but whom can we save
when our bodies duly crave
the hidden and the fruitless,
minds still turning ruthless.
What else is there to do,
but create something new?
One defies his heart,
his soul might feel the smart,
it echoes through eternity
while you bring insanity.
Still listen and create,
your mind and mood innate.
Whosoever follows echoes of the
heart and mind,
a power stirs unrefined.
A power of two forces great
and still your mind cannot relate.
You try and try but never find
the powers deep and quite refined.
You grasp at all yet, slowly fall,
the fever still grows stronger,
yourself you are no longer.
What and where must you begin?
You fight with love, you fight with sin.
Your answers but a road,
a secret you unfold.
Were you allowed to see,
what follows mystery?
You cannot define the powers deep divine.
Not one eye will see the story of the mystery.
Not one ear will hear the words you heard so clear.
Not one soul will understand your fleeting words,
your loving hand.
Your mind will wander as you ponder all you’ve glimpsed upon,
a tear you shed for very long.
What you’ve asked for is a way, a door,
a lonely soul chose this path,
but now must deal with common wrath.
For only to step the way enchanted and divine per se,
a lonely soul must you be
a martyr of one kind.
Not one soul says unto the power oh so great,
“Send me back I’ll tell the world!”
No one will relate!
“Ahead of time!” they’ll say,
a crazy soul must pay!
Insanity is lonely true,
the guide is waiting,
while your creating your mind
and the divine.
Eye Of The Storm
By · CommentsBy Michelle Holt
Glancing through space and time,
Like a mirror I see divine,
something stirring inside of me,
a feeling of tranquility;
like the eye of the storm it came to be.
Meditating on the eye,
a vision came to me;
colors dancing in the glass,
electricity.
Like the eye of the storm,
it came to be.
A feeling starts to fill
my superconcious mind,
all my outer feelings,
slowly left behind.
Meditating on the eye,
a vision came to me,
colors dancing in the glass,
electricity.
Like the eye of the storm
it came to be.
The Vision
By · CommentsBy Michelle Holt
A vision captured my eyes,
I sat there a prisoner to pictures,
as I gazed upon the sequence,
it captured my mind.
My tears flowed,
but there was a peaceful weariness.
Quickly it swallowed
the essence of my being,
wrapped me in its brutal yet, sensual hands,
and grabbed my heart.
Its grace sent me shuddering;
a flame grew inside.
Subtle and powerfully alarming;
Its strength so vast; incomprehensible.
Now in a casually disturbed wake,
I walk to the edge of a cliff,
it grips my strings and I stand on the edge….
The edge of two worlds!
