Hsanan

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Through poetry I have told the stories of my soul, as the universe, I am, and always will be. My soul expands once more, for I am fed the sacred fruit of knowledge, and love by my brothers, and sisters. Grasp my articulation, and reveal to me your soul, it is then you will see our souls are one. To know you is to know my lost self. To love you is to love the whole of my self. I have seen the seasons of your sorrow, and the precessions of your joy. I am truly blessed. Site Rank MAJOR GENERAL
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Meditation of the Brother Deep in Time

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life

Most people don't honor who they are until they have lost the very essence of their identity

I lost myself,
but was found in the mouth of the sublime.
Who am i,
the man absent from time.
A paradox is his mind.
Yes, I.
The man you failed to find.
I am here,
which was there,
which got lost in my nappy hair.
Did you see me.
I was the black hole,
so let it be.
And there i was,
Consuming all you see.
Oh my God,
Oh you mean me.
Thats odd.
My fault
I didnt know your mind was free,
So now i can tell you, the story of me.
I went far off,
and i met with Enqi.
He said "it is you who has the key."
"Wise words" i replied,
for a god that failed to see,
and follow the ways that be.
Further i went
in the land of the further i met ninti.
"Peace" was her greeting,
and the meeting was just the same.
"Ninti" i said
"Was it you who created me
Is that accusation true."
"Not unless your kadmon,
for it was he that i brew"
"Thanks" i then said
The sister then shook her head.
Then forward i was led.
"Peace young God", said a man up ahead.
"It is I Aasar" were the words that he said.
Peace, my ancestor,
it was my realm that i fled
while resting on my bed.
Then i went far,
and now, here you are.
A coincidence? No it is not.
I am here, for it was i you sought.
"I see you are smarter than you thought"
He cleverly explained.
"So why havent you fought
to keep your mind from pain.
Are you not an incarnation
of our minds manifest."
"I am but a human, and humans be,
so it is harder for me to see.
Greatness was the time of your incarnation.
You were a God with no hesitation.
Supreme with nine exclamations.
With your help i can beat the temptation,
and build a great nation."

"I am always here" said Aasar,

and with my help you’ll go far.

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		tinesia30 says: Very creative piece. Great expression Hsanan. Much respect. poems by this commentor Out the Mouth of Babes Dear America Trapped in the Mindset

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Hsanan

Solitude

Solitude is a beautiful thing,

but in my case it's more of a coping mechanism.

Something to protect me from a world that doesn't understand me,

and doesn't wish to.

I am different.

From most others I am different.

Even from my tribe.

Why this is

I don't know,

but I know that it is.

Solitude leaves me with myself,

The only one who understands myself.

The Dreamers

I will rip the dreamers from the dream.

Forcing them to enjoy the unhappiness I have come across.

The gross reality.

Everything you worship is beneath you.

Even the sky.

Black Gathering

I can't help but feel as if there was a world I had been taken away from.

Some experience I missed out on.

What was this Black energy.

The force that brought me such discomfort,

And where was I during its birth.

This alone makes me question my social position.

Am I where I should be.

There is just something about the "aaaaayyyys", and the mysterious, and subtle movements of the feet that I just can't get with.

It's a culture I have been excluded from.

It makes me question my connection to my community.

An element of beauty missed.

I watched young women gaze at men as if these men were competing for them.

Giving a subtle nod and smile for a job well done.

This is beauty found in blackness.

Beauty that would make me a man.

Even through the distance

I saw my soul in a few sisters ...

Falling

It is though I have jumped to my death, and the ground gets further and further away from me.

And I find such peace in falling.

I find such peace in knowing,

Soon my end will arrive.

Soon I will be free.

But the earth loves me too much to let me go,

and I love life too much to resist her restraint.

So forever I will fall,

Until Mother Earth herself says to me

"I love you, but I shall set you free."

The Young Souls and I

How impressive are those under the sun.

The growing minds that see me as a great one.

I may never see myself in the light of their souls,

but forever I will hold their image of me.

Can I, a desolate and young sun be as they describe.

Can I, a God of cowardice be the teacher they look to.

Am I capable of such a thing,

I am he Who aims too low when shooting for the stars.

I am he, the semi-positive semi-achiever.

What a blessing my reality has been.

How impressive are those under the sun.

The younger Suns who see me as great.

I may never see myself in their eternal rays,

but forever I will know they exist,

and forever I will reach out to the heavens so as to overstand their meaning.

What a blessing this has been.

For I am seen as great.

I am seen as strong.

I am seen as wise,

yet I am he w...

What You See, Who I Am

Firmly I have sat at the entrance to my higher self.

Yet through your eyes I have passed this threshold, and within is where I've been for æons.

Fain would I have thee believe that I have passed into a higher self.

Fain would I have thee believe that I am better than I am.

For it is this fallicy that will bring you higher.

It is this lie that will make you strong.

Firmly I have stood in the realm of the luster.

Firmly I have grasped the reality before me.

Whom shall I be once you see me in a truer light.

I would not have you know that I am none other than a fool kissed by the divine,

an angel with iron wings.

It Was I

It was I

Yes I, who absorbed your fear and terror.

You would shout at the world

proclaiming your misery

but that was I who answered back.

You give the credit to your almighty,

yet it was I who stood by you,

and it was I who stood alongside your illusion,

it was I who asked your illusion to guide you and protect you,

for you are truly a fool,

and whatever lies shall keep you safe, I shall nourish.

I absorb your pain and tenfold do I feel it,

and powerless I then become,

for it is the hidden power within you that ignites this flame.

Oh what a beautiful light it creates,

but blinding it will soon become,

it is your power that ignites this flame,

and it is your unconsciousness that renders the flame uncontrollable, and wild.

You ask me to help you find your inner being,&#...

A Being Incomplete

No foreign substance can make you who you are not.

No sun shall exist In a barren void.

You were indeed born in a world of chaos,

but you embraced this chaos

and raised it as your own.

You must know young soul

another's body will never make you whole.

You are not an incomplete puzzle,

but rather water brought to a boil.

You are not half of a being young soul.

But you are indeed a withered tree,

who's essence has been pulled into its roots.

Let your essence free,

so as to blossom just as the souls around you.

Let your power be risen,

and your pride regrown.

Let me see a smile upon your face next time,

and let me hear the words "I love myself".

I stand with you my soul,

and love is the ground beneath us.

Just open your eyes, and you'll see,

...

Suns of my Sun

Yes, it is true

I am truly blessed,

for the stars have chosen me to shine upon,

thousands of years before my birth

they foresaw my arrival.

Out of love they sent their rays,

as to meet me in my days of youth.

My story is told as legend to the stars above.

As long as I exist

they will express their innermost love.

So beautiful is their existence,

and so generous is their love,

for they shine on all of us young suns and moons.

The illumination of my heart steps forth at the arrival of these distant rays.

It then bonds, creating the sacred synapses

releasing pure ether from my minds eye.

Yes it is true.

I am truly blessed.

My soul cries at the rise of our sun.

Why must I only see one.

yet, I must show my love for my rising star, Atum.

I must pray, for i...

My Reflections

You are a reflection of me my friend,

For when you step forward so do I.

My soul cries your hidden tears.

And my tongue is ripe with your words.

You are a reflection of me young soul.

For when your joy is boundless so am I.

My thoughts are written upon your face,

and my countenance upon your lips.

You are a reflection of me my brother,

for your anger often speaks through me, and

my strength has risen from yours,

and together we bow our heads in gratitude for one another.

You are a reflection of me my sister.

For your love for me blossoms in my heart,

and my love for you shines through your eyes.

Our souls dance one next to the other

sharing steps with endless strides.

You all are indeed a reflection of me,

and life is the mi...