Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 51

Amazing – #DailyMeditations of #Spirituality

Know how Absolutely Amazing it feels when you Love someone
And They Love You back?

When you only want to Be With them, Just Being Together,
And They Want to Be With You?

Know how Unspeakably Wonderful it is when you Have
That Connection,
When you don’t even have to Speak,
You Know the other Understands You?

Know how Happy it makes you feel,
And How Content?

This is how The Creator of that Love Feels About You

All the Time

Every day

Tirelessly Waiting for you

To Love in Return.

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~Morgan~
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Lies – #InspirationalQuotes

~Morgan~

Beguiling Love – #FreeVerse #LovePoetry

The Night is Full of Stars,
The Air an Invigorating Zephyr.
My Heart Beats fast as I close my eyes and
Think about You, Thinking about me.
Sweet Love, Handsome Man!
My Love for You spills over the barriers of my Heart
And I am Powerless to stop it.
Unimagined. Unprepared. Unyielding.
This Feeling is All of These and So Very Much More.
It leaves me Dizzy and Breathless.
You Smile and my Inner Self Trembles with Pleasure.
You Laugh the Sweet Music of Your Mirth
And My Soul Spins in more directions than I Know Exist.
Your Remarkable Gaze catches mine and my Heart Melts.
Melts, Utterly. Entirely. Completely.
What is this Power You Have over me?
What is it about You that strips me of my every defense
and leaves me Gasping Breathlessly for More?
What is this Control You Have,
That Entreats my Glance to a Blatant Stare
Because every moment I am unable to Drink in Your Male Beauty
is a Moment Far, Far, Far too long to bear.
Depth of Passion and Desire,
Delirium of Emotion,
Wild Disregard for Caution,
Earnest, Blissful, Enchanting Devotion,
These are the feelings Intoxicating Me,
Intoxicating You.
Beguiling Love,
You are Indescribably……
Indescribable.

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~Morgan~

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The Shifting Sea – #Poetry of #Spirituality

Everything I ever Do,

Every Word I dare to Speak,

Every Sorrow I futilely Hide,

Every step and Visionary Peak;

Becomes a part of Who I Am,

Translates Into the Heart of Me,

Like Lunar Forces Pulling Tides,

Within The Shifting Sea.

 

~Morgan~

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Inspiration, Declination, Reclamation- #poetry

Inspiration,

Catch my Soul,

Leaving me Satisfied;

Feeling Whole.

Declination,

Into the Dark,

Leading  Temptation;

Intrinsic Spark.

Reclamation,

Lift up my Eyes,

Guiding me to Rapture;

Where Eternity Sighs.

~Morgan~

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Breathtaking Original Artwork By: Josephine Wall

Where is Love? – #poetry of #Spirituality

Why all this darkness?
Why all this fear?
Why all the hateful rumours and unjustified Lies?
Why all the torment, ugliness, cruelty and loathing?

Why am I alone?
Why am I neglected?
Why am I lost in this sea of doubt and anxiety?
Why am I overwhelmed by sadness and despair?

Where is God in All of this?
Where is Love in All this horror?
Where is Peace during war, strife, anger, resentment?
Where is Compassion in All the exploitation, disregard, and profiteering?

God is inside Me,
Waiting.
Love is Within My own Heart,
Yearning.
Peace Rests upon My Shoulders,
Sighing.
Compassion Lies in the Palm of My Hand,
Pleading.

~Morgan~
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Thou Art Mine Own- #LovePoems

Oh Sweetest Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I have Loved Thee Longer
Than the Sea has Breathed,
And Deeper than the Expanse of the Heavens
Is Uncharted.

Oh Most Precious Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I do Love Thee Unparalleled,
More Richly than Diamonds,
And More Passionately than the Zealous Fire
Of Untamed Nature.

Oh Dearest Truest Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I do Crave Thy Unrivaled Beauty,
Thou Art Matchless in Charms,
And Surpass Every Other with Thy
Most Beguiling Smile.

Oh Man Of My Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I do Seek Thy Spirit and Yearn
In Heart, Mind, Body and Soul
For Thy Most Beautiful Hand, Reaching out
And Taking Mine.

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Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Entombed – #Halloween #Poetry

In Tune with all that turns and spirals,
Songs detracting from the depths Unknown,
Haunting lute Enchanting the feral,
Moving the Earth under grass New Grown.

Tides that Shift the murky Twilight
In pitch and marrow, shuddering the Core,
Tarot Speaks when Belief Kisses night,
Tripping down the tumbling steps of Yore.

Careful, Ye who Fancy adventure,
Marvel long and Entrenched Ye Shall Be,
Entombed in mossy banks, Premature,
Locked and Staring outward Eternally.

~Morgan~
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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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