2003-02-15

Posted at 18:26 UT by Tamara

Poems of the Soul: Everyone is Holy

Everyone is saved.
Everyone is holy.
Everyone is part of the plan,
The body of god,
The love of the land,
The gift of believe,
The hold of the am.
Everyone is part of the god,
Everyone,
Every lamb.

The angels are within you,
The god is in your hand.

Create the love you wish to know.
Create the heart you know you can.

We create our heavens and hells,
By all we do,
By all we are,
By what we choose.

All are of the eternal.
Ever was,
Ever will be,
Ever become,
Ever dream.

You are the purpose of your life,
To grow,
Become,
Dream.

Salvation is an eternal ring,
For Ever more,
We each implore,
The god we keep within.

Everyone is saved.
Everyone is on the rise.
All life,
Becoming wise,
All in the circle,
All survive.

Death is but a door,
Evermore
Is
Evermore.

Nothing can be separate from,
That which is one.

You are the jewel of your own arrive.
Celebrate the god in man,
In all you can,
Give your love life.

And know that all unfolds,
As it can,
Eternal more,
Salvation comes
In the learning of,
Being of,
Giving of,
The dream you understand.

There are none left behind,
Eternal expand.

Posted at 04:54 UT by Tamara

Poems of the Heart: Beauty of the Heart

Beauty of the Heart
Is the Start
Of Love,
Forgiveness
Of Mind,
All will Find
Their Hearts
In One.

Yes, you are the lords conveyor,
as we all are,
part of the god,
the good,
the bad,
the one.

Perfectly placed,
become,
who you are,
of choices made,
of life to tell,

Create the light,
the good,
the loved.
Be a source
to all who dwell
within your keep,
eternal be,
eternal tell.

The war is within,
the fight is there.

Be good.
Be well.

2003-02-12

Posted at 21:24 UT by Tamara

Poems Of The War: World On The Crosshairs
Tamara Lynn Scott - February 12th, 2003

The World is on the Crosshairs,
We'd better get it right.
For once again
The turning spin
Is loosening the knot.

And here humanity defines
What can be allowed,
To thrive,
To stand.

Let the oilfield revenues
Be given to the people of Iraq,
To lift them up,
To bind their pain,
For too long in cruel dark dictatorship
They have remained,
Power that feeds on revenue control,
Common Man sufferings
Unquenchable
In a watching world.
Surrounded by neighborhoods
Of powerful kings,
And shieks,
And dreams all bundled in the few,
In lands still in darkness,
Minds unrisen,
In pains of become,
In chains that renew,
In slaved,
The unfree,
The unbound,
Aching need.

And will Now
Be the moment
That brings a new world alive?

There is cause,
There is reason,
There is goodness arrive,
That is seeing
This season,
This seeking,
This strive.

And what is never given easily,
Can never be robbed.

A hope of new reason,
With all eyes on the pie,
A hope of new Freedom,
All the world here in rise.
We are one in our misery,
One in our try.

There is new flame rising
That will join us in the give.
We all play part in this story,
All of us listening,
Acting,
Wanting to live
In a world that has risen
Free of its tyrants,
Free of its darknesses,
Powerholds,
Abuse by the few

Into a truer balance,
New age of making,
Who we give
Power to.

Dream of a world that is working
For all of its citizens,
All of its life,
All of its creatures,
All of its might.
Dream of the Light
In our lives,
In our eyes,
In our love.

Dream of a people
United in cause,
United in feeling,
United in law.

Balancing powers
More shared by the all.

Let the Power,
And Oil,
And Energy Revenues
Be shared by all.

Let the Resources of Our Planet,
Enrich the All.

It begins with a dream,
And a core of belief,
Compelled by
Courses of time,
Universal rhymes,
Is it time for what?

We will tell.
We will call.