Angels Drown
My soul is caressed with angel kisses as it tries to drown out my psyche’s lament.
Mags Alden Nov 14, 2014
Nov 142014
Screaming Bulb
Creativity, Destiny, Goals, Hope, Passion, Poetry, Uncategorized
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Nov 092014
Screaming Bulb
What happens when your dreams fall from the sky.
When the moon loses its light one bulb at a time,
Can you hear your dreams screaming?
~ Mags Alden, Nov 12, 2014
My Chains are Gone! | Authspot
Courage, Creativity, Faith, Gifts of the Spirit, glory, Glory Glow, heaven, Heavenly Glory, Holy Spirit, Hope, Imagination, Our place in the universe, Passion
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Feb 092010
My Chains are Gone! | Authspot. A spiritual verse by Margaret Alden:
A desire for the much more.
Angelic Peck | Authspot
angels, Blessing, Courage, Destiny, Dream, Faith, Gifts of the Spirit, Goals, Hope, Spiritual Love
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Jan 292010
Angelic Peck | Authspot. Margaret Alden’s most recent poem published on Authspot. “Ingesting my dream one kiss at a time.”
Leaping | Authspot
Agape, Destiny, Glory Love, God, Healing, Holy Spirit, Hope, love, peace, Review, soul, Spiritual & Philosophical, Spiritual Love
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Jan 192010
Leaping | Authspot. This is a spiritual offering from Margaret. I like the imagery involved in it. Her author’s remark — “Returning to Abba’s arms.”
I think “Leaping” is another nice one from Margaret.
~ Darrell
Stoke the Fire
Agape, Autobiographical, Courage, Creativity, Destiny, Existance, Glory Glow, Goals, Healing, Holy Spirit, Hope, Imagination, Pain, Passion, Pathos, Prose, soul, Writing
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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
Intoxicating Bliss
Destiny, Empathy, Healing, Hope, love, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, romance, Sensual love
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Jan 162010
Intoxicating Bliss
I’ll intoxicate you with my kiss
You crashed into my life on a destiny wave –
My heart had dug an early grave.
All my life, I’ve craved to become one –
With an intoxicating passion,
Not just in my head.
Your passion imprint
Has made its bed in my head.
Come and join me between the covers
I’ll intoxicate you with my kiss
Passion runs deep
Intoxication is the key
My heart entangled in your embrace
Frozen in time as I look in to your face
Mags Alden, 2009, April 18
Collide Sensitively
Anxiety, Despair, Destiny, Empathy, Goals, God, Hope, love, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, Pathos, peace, romance, Sensual love, soul, Spiritual & Philosophical
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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 162010
Will you save the next dance for me
I don’t mind if you step on my toes.
Will you save the next dance for me
I have a struggling heart.
I don’t mind if you step on my toes.
There’s just one thing that I need to know,
What is your definition of forever?
I don’t mind if you step on my toes.
Mags Alden, April 4, 2009
Jan 162010
Love Affair
Reminiscences of love.
The walls remind me of the melody you sung
The walls remind me of when our love affair begun
The walls remind me of skipping footsteps in the hall
The walls remind me of when another teardrop had to fall
The walls remind me of the melody you sung
The walls remind me of when our souls became one
Mags Alden March 30, 2009