Nov 172014
 

Nourishment Beats

In the stillness
I can hear,
Angel hearts beat —
Nourishing my soul
One song at a time.

Mags Alden, November 18, 2014

Crispy Cry

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Nov 082014
 

Crispy Cry

Crispy red fire blaze,
burning blackened sky,
as my soul’s cries join the night.

~ Mags Alden Nov 8, 2014

Jan 222010
 

Collide | Authspot. An intimate poem

Mags Alden:

Dreams collide.

Jan 162010
 

Stoke the Fire

Many distractions try to inhibit or completely cut off my creative  impulses – but I know that my creativity is a God given Holy Spirit inspired gift, that God has given me to compensate for the struggles I have had to face within my life’s journey.

Weeds have their anorexic knuckles
Clasped around my melancholy neck.
Ready to wrench my head clean off my body –
In a vane attempt  to stop
My creativity flowing through my extremities –
Because it knows my soul needs to stoke
The fire of passion to do more than just exist.
Oh weeds loosen your death grasp.
My passion fire is too strong.
Words nourish my soul.

Mags Alden, June 17, 2009
Jan 162010
 

Creativity Plunge

Colours evoke creativity

Orange passion sunsets
Deep sea blues
Tulip red
Plunge into creativity
Immersing my soul in destiny love

Mags Alden, June 16, 2009

Alternate Title “Plunge Into Creativity – Colour Plunge”

Jan 162010
 

Collide Sensitively

When we collide it doesn’t have to make a mess.

You’re a gift from heaven above –
Your mission on Earth
To show me the true meaning of love.
I might push you away
And say I’m better on my own,
But in my heart
You have made your home.

God has allowed you to see
The tenderness in me,
So you can caress my skin sensitively.
Then ours souls will collide as one.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 18
Jan 102010
 

Gift of My Heart

The angels allowed me to see the intense pain that someone close to me goes through in a very unconventional way. Naturally I could feel and experience their pain. It has changed me as I am as a person.

Concentration shattered,
Intensity broken,
Angels’ voices break through the silence.
Ability given to you,  this once,
To feel the immense pain of the broken heart.
Can you feel my heart?
The angels hand it to you
So that you can truly see
What it is like to live like me.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27