Great movie.. Five⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️


https://youtu.be/2jviCd7JqNc

The Colossus

I shall never get you put together entirely,
Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.
Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles
Proceed from your great lips.
It's worse than a barnyard.

Perhaps you consider yourself an oracle,
Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other.
Thirty years now I have labored
To dredge the silt from your throat.
I am none the wiser.

Scaling little ladders with glue pots and pails of lysol
I crawl like an ant in mourning
Over the weedy acres of your brow
To mend the immense skull plates and clear
The bald, white tumuli of your eyes.

A blue sky out of the Oresteia
Arches above us. O father, all by yourself
You are pithy and historical as the Roman Forum.
I open my lunch on a hill of black cypress.
Your fluted bones and acanthine hair are littered

In their old anarchy to the horizon-line.
It would take more than a lightning-stroke
To create such a ruin.
Nights, I squat in the cornucopia
Of your left ear, out of the wind,

Counting the red stars and those of plum-color.
The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
My hours are married to shadow.
No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel
On the blank stones of the landing.

Sylvia Plath

Once Upon a Summer's Eve

I had a dream one sultry summer's eve
A vision as the sun began to wane
An angel weeping made my soul to grieve
I clearly sensed his sadness and his pain

With teary eyes I asked him what was wrong
And was there anything that I could do
His words to me were spoken in a song
I came to understand his point of view

He told me he'd been watching from on high
So many people fighting down below
Why couldn't they make peace, he wondered why
If only they would try, true love would flow

I slept that night uneasy and in prayer
Will anyone who reads this even care

The Seeker


Yes I care! I to wish the family of man would play nice in God's garden. Keep the faith this world is a classroom in which we sometimes make mistakes. One day we all will get it right.
Imagine what that would look like.

Lily B

Once I was seven years old, my momma told me get some friends
Or you'll be lonely......




https://youtu.be/C7GbZKnzwNM

Spiritual Guides

© Terrie Brushette

Published on January 2008

Who are they, what do they do?
Where do they come from, are they for me and you?
What do they look like, how do they sound?
Where do you keep them, where are they found?

Can you hear them, see them, touch them
How long do they stay?
Maybe a year, a week or just even a day

Questions you ask of them you see
They are here to help us you and me
To guide and love us through all our years
Keeping away darkness and negative fears

But to find one yourself there's little to do
Just relax and listen to the true you
The little word or thought in your head
Is it a guide or something you read

My guess is with little effort and care
Your going on a journey so be prepared
To a wonderful place that's hard to have foreseen
Where your guides are and have always been

Talk to them and listen with ease
To what they say you will be pleased
So now you know your questions fulfilled
Because you took the time your mind you stilled

It doesn't take much, just a few minutes a day
To meet your guides who have something to say
Words of great wisdom given with love
To spread round the world from up above