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Too hard for me to say goodbye For all apparent reasons why Even though we all know it must be Each heart will someday stop the beat When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet . Yet I always seem so surprised To find that death is part of life Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line. Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. . And the sun now sets on my regrets I gamble on time and lose each bet Thinking I'll move on and yet, here I set . . . Wishing for one more time One more pun One more smile That will never come . If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most. Memories un memorized That now I'll never know Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention Times I should have said I love you And somehow failed to mention . Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear. Even when you did your best, and tried to let me know You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . It was simply time to go
If Death should call, let me go free; It's only Heaven beckons me. If I should step beyond the veil Of sight and sound and voice, 't is well; I shall be glad to place my head Beneath the sod with other dead. My spirit will not linger there But float on myriad colored air And dip its wings o'er twinkling stars And ride the moon's bright, silver car. At last my yearning soul will know, Forever ceased its worldly woe. If Death comes, do not robe in black As if you want my spirit back; I would not want your soul to grieve Nor stand here desolate, bereaved. I shall be glad at last to go; Rejoice with me who wished it so. It's not a morbid, ghastly thought But one in Grace and Glory wrought. For just beyond life's ebbing sea, Beyond earth's pain and agony, I dimly see the other shore Where I shall live forevermore. Death shall but serve to chauffer me From galaxy to Galaxy. His fingers do not clutch and tear The soul from one who does not fear; That soul is borne up in his arms In ecstasy, without alarms. Death will not be my dreaded fate: He is but Heaven's op'ning gate.
The sweetest sounds of burning trees A gentle stroking in the breeze The calm has lasted past the storm Cloudy visions, Satan's roar Too many sights have passed my way A time found only in the haze The softest screams are running bare My aching bones creak as I stare You walk a distance towards me The fall's eternal, can't you see? I'm a memory in your heart I whisper to you in the dark The battle's started at the end No one is coming to repent The sinners grab their wine from prey No judgment calling here to stay The sport is reckless to be told The one is laughing at his souls It falters nowhere to be sure The power grows forevermore Like a spirit in the wind I have no say in where you've been But cross the line to come to me And pay the price for ecstasy You walk a distance towards me The fall's eternal, can't you see? I'm a memory in your heart I whisper to you in the dark.
Christmas, so full of life, and miracles, was found wanting this year. A young mother sat by her daughter's hospital bed, racked with tears. Her daughter was sleeping way too still; her last breaths would soon come. How could this happen to so beloved a child, she was way, too very, young. Where was God's wisdom, in taking a six year old, or her father as taken in war? Church, friends, family, others, and her, had prayed till they could pray no more. They'd ask for her: to walk in the sun, and play again, with family to hold her hand. But her time was gone, like in an hourglass; the sand was almost, completely gone. The mother was afraid to pray anymore… what could it accomplish any more? What the disease hadn't taken, the cure had, nothing left, but for her soul, to soar. But how could she hand her to the angels? Strangers had always frightened her child. No, she sobbed, she's way to young! Still she knew: life was never fair… or mild. Where was God when you need him! Please don't take her away! Her mind riled! When suddenly, her daughter opened her eyes, and smiled her little, tired smile. She whispered: Papa's here… to hold my hand… He's taking me… where I can play. At that the fear receded… as she said she loved her… then watched her fade away. Perhaps her prayers HAD been answered… She'd had her time with her, after all. Now her Husband, would take her place… Perhaps it was his turn, to carry on. Tears would still be shed… It was natural for that to happen, when this befalls. But she knew her daughter now had everything, including The Great Father's Love. There are many types of Christmas magic, but as her time came to a close… A mother's love can't be beat, except by God's Love, for us all…
Bob had been a lonely man ever since His wife of fifty years had passed. "Lord, let me join her." he would pray. "Let this day be my last." Each day, he went to the cemetery, Just a short walk down the street. After their talk, he would water her flowers And hear passers-by whisper, "How sweet." One gray and misty morning, He had hoped for sunnier skies To plant fall bloomers at her graveside; But, there, to his surprise… Stood an old dog beside her stone; Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as Bob approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers, Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place. Then, after the last one was planted, He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob's face. Bob smiled. "I had a dog when I was young… Pal…he was a mighty good one too. So, if you don't mind old fella, That's what I'll call you." Pal may have been an old dog, But he was smart and handsome in his way; So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal And a bath, if he decided to stay. Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass. He slept on a blanket in the den. In the night, he dragged it next to Bob's bed. He intended to be Bob's best friend. Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too; Never made a mess or got in trouble. He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees; And when Bob called, he 'd come on the double. Yes, Pal gave Bob's life new purpose. A special bond of friendship was cast. And never again did Bob pray, "Lord, let this day be my last." For twelve years, the very best of friends, Together night and day; And so it was, until one night, Both quietly passed away. The next morning, an old woman, Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes, Brought flowers to her husband's grave; But there, to her surprise…. Stood an old dog beside the stone, Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as she approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as she took old flowers And put fresh ones in their place. He carefully sniffed the fresh ones, Then turned and licked her face. She smiled. "I had a dog when I was young... a good one too. His name was Pal."
They come from a different era where patriotism is a just cause they would fight for the true blue never mind who was right or wrong they stood staunch and egos proud their chest out, backs straight and chins up they come from an old style of thinking I fight today as my father and grandfather did too. fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth I will die to serve my country even if its a lie if you try to invade our land we will come and conquer you we are defenders of the truth but the old timers forget and the young ones have a narrow point of view there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews racism was rampant and that hasn't changed Christians today still preach 'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did amazingly America seems to be doing the same history seems to repeat itself time and time again war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom we invade again and again and call it defending democracy yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments because they have shared interests in different types of policy they all carefully choose their words because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain and un-trust to drain our resources from us And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers you see bush fooled our religious leaders too. he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq Jesus responded Invade that country Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war he taught of peace, love and compassion however his message has been twisted and turned over time and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
White Lilies, Scattered on the ground, Out of their element. Witness, Purity, Deprived of its origin. Behold, Clarity no longer visible. White Roses, In the purest snow, Frozen to the core. Witness, Loveliness, Stripped away so rash. Behold, Beauty destroyed. White flowers, All around, Trampled into dust. Witness, Wildness, Stolen without knowledge. Behold, Endless death fighting to prevail.
John was as a free bird, happy, Living his life, happy. When others were sad John, happy, When John did go no one, happy. For life is not long at all, And man is a shadow on a wall, A wall of time. John our dearly departing Death will end his suffering. Cruel death will do him a favor, As he will carry him to his Savior. Writing his will he creates the kiss of death; This kiss marks him till his final breath. Here comes a pale horse click, clack, click, clack Upon it sits Death click, clack, click, clack. Death rides down the street, He stops, he looks For the man with no heart beat, He enters more silently than the best of crooks. Death left while carrying John, Got on his horse and carried on. John is now in Heaven; Where no heathen Nor sickness roam, Sitting by the white throne; Walking on the streets of gold; Never to become old. Happy... Happy... Eternally... Happy...
I'm lost hurt and angry Why did you take his life I want, No I need to know Tell me, Tell me why I deserve to know Haven't you done enough to him What'd he ever do to you He suffered his whole life Suffered more than anyone deserved Tell me, Tell me why you did it I have a right to know Why'd you let him born to them Born to worthless parents Parents who didn't care They threw him away like garbage Pawned him off on someone else Tell me, Tell me why Explain how you could do that You gave him Polio You let others treat him like disease You took away the full use of his legs You warped his hand and foot Tell me, Explain to me why I deserve to know You let others think he was crazy You let it go on for over year You didn't stop it, Why Tell me, Give me your reason Answer me God, Help me to understand You go and make matters worse You gave him Cancer You didn't give him a chance to fight back You just jerked him away from us Tell me, Tell me how How you could be so cruel How can others not question you When others do it, It's murder But when it's by your hand It's your will, Their fate Tell me, What makes you so different Your no better than the demons knocking at the door You heard me beg and plead You know I'm not afraid to die I was willing to carry it all for him I was willing to take my Daddy's place You didn't even let me say Goodbye Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place Answer me God, you owe me that much Spiritual
Here lies the best Grandfather, One who was very considerate. Remembering him as a child, I would sit on his lap. He was a rare person indeed. He was a colonel in the Army. Also superlative of a gentelman. Here lies the best grandfather, May he rest in peace.
The eye,a sign the unwise can't comprehend Forged from the world's origin,an illumination in darkened minds,for the enlightened ones like Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac Newton,John Milton....etc. The eye is a tree with many branches like Priory of Scion,Knight templars,I.O.G.T,United Nations,Masonic Lodge,Music industry, Politics,global economy, etc stretching beyond human imaginations-felt in all corners of earth. The world is clothed through wisdom from above. The eye,all seeing sign,an invincible emblem of power and riches to the lion hearted and loyal souls. A seat of influence and fame. Creating the social order through men of power.... Some see it as a curse,others a blessing. I feel it,the great eye is everywhere watching you!
I've just had an experience unlike any other. It was so great, cause now I'm with the Father. I've just had an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who came with me in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord! I've been through hell all thro'out my life. And I've had all kinds o' different strife. And I've been hard-press'd. And I've been depressed. And just when I thought I got the hang o' things, They change, and they rearrange. I've done all sorts o' things. Stupid things. Crazy things. But now times have changed. And everything has rearranged. And all that I e'er knew, Has come back to bite you. I've just had an experience unlike any other. It was so great, cause now I'm with the Father. I've just had an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who came with me in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord! So listen closely as I tell what's happened to the world. The world's spun it's last spin and has finally hurled. The Hea'nly Host has brought us up. All us Christians, that is, pup. Anyone listening to this, is more 'an likely in any state but bliss. If this is bein' heard, Then e'eryone is real disturbed. You may've just witnessed all of us disappearing, But there'll still be another hearing. Like it's been for all of life, 'cept for this one instance that is, You may come to meet the Lord after you perish. You'll have an experience unlike any other. It'll be so great, cause you'll be with the Father. You'll have an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who'll come with you in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord! I shall end this now for I'm ent'rin the Pearly Gates o' Heav'n. It's more beautiful than can be describ'd by any Reveren'. If somehow this reaches you people on Earth, Remember this one thing from the hearth. There'll always be hope, so stay strong! Don't worry, this torture won't last long. You'll have an experience unlike any other. It'll be so great, cause you'll be with the Father. You'll have an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who'll come with you in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord!
The warm light calls me And all the people who cries for thee I raise my hand in this abyss Only to make one wish To float among the others With all my sisters and brothers I call out for forgiveness with passion I take their pain into myself for this occasion The moment that I see the sky I will not look back and cry My body is laying still People standing by it with a chill The air gets dense with sadness I would not think of it less Some people look up and down To see the light hit the ground Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see One soul that has been and always be It is special to notice such aberration And that might be how souls are awaken
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings Covered in gold jewelry and precious things She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
I stare upon December's moon, and wonder why some leave so soon. When news hits us like shattered glass... Can we believe what's come to pass? When we aren't meant to understand... Then who are we to judge God's plan? As he sifts through the sands of time... Was this really by design? Will we get from here to there, and know it when we do? Will we greet our flesh and blood, and those we never knew? Remember those that mean the most, and hear their voices ring. Then shut your eyes...and listen close, and you'll hear an angel sing... Copyright © 2007
My ancestors walking in the night using oil lights and moonlight for guides while being instructed to Wade in the Water to camouflage their scents like disguise The Sweet Chariot awaited so they could ride away Harriet was a soldier and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang Steal Away They would follow the drinking gourd so all were in accord to go north The Gospel Train was coming and at the end of the journey was a fine reward Freedom was coming and it was a long time coming and they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing and I still hear their tired footsteps running Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray Stolen from my arms a random September day and eliminated our chances to run away together No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness giving me the hope of finally being free Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith on bended knee There must be a place for me among the light of this darkness Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers no thought on their conscience Thank goodness for the safe houses that supported our traveled distances and for the conductors who bore witnesses and may God have mercy on the souls who were against this and on those who chose to forget this sh@! I still hear crying in quilts of safety because I know that the burden was heavy to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men catching run-away slaves for money Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this loved induced journey and they made it So all that bull about how your life is hard just stuff it in an envelope and save it
Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there'll be A meeting In the air! God's people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton
Where am I? Why is it dark? This isn't what I had in mind when I left the park… Why isn't the wind whispering…the songbirds singing? All I remember is a telephone ringing… A scream and a crash and a pain in my side… Is this what happens after one's died? I don't feel like myself, I feel wild and free, Yet I'm cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee. My whole life I've studied, and pondered, and prayed, Trying to fathom what would happen this day But now that it's here, I'm beginning to fear Maybe the afterlife's not what it appears… It's certainly not what I've been told by my preacher Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher… Is it a bad thing, or is it good? Maybe it's just not quite understood... While I was on Earth, I just couldn't wait To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate And ask him a question or query or two "What was my purpose?" "What good did I do?" "What's it all for?" "How does it all flow?" "Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?" But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And If this is Hell, then where is Ol' Satan? Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten? Am I to be left here until I am rotten? Lo and behold! what, now, can this be? Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany? Is this the magical feeling all souls receive When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve? How could I have not seen the realism? Why was I consumed in man-made idealism? This is more wondrous than all I was taught Oh, all the times I argued and fought With others, 'bout how their views were asinine Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine! Little I thought was actually correct! How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind? I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind… Wait - - What is this that I see? What is this gateway that is revealed unto me? Now a door is opened to my immortal soul I am expected now to enter my life's final goal… I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad… For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad. This is the end of my journey, I've nothing to fear, For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.
The silent bell rings in the night, Calling the devils to kneel to the light, What once was, becomes no more, As the light breaks through the open door. What you think and what you feel, What you saw and thought was real, Is now only dust on the road, The desolate remains of your ancient abode. The new light is rising on the hill, The new song is singing down in the well, The new souls are dreaming of your face, The new hearts are beating at you pace. The old ideas and reasons you gave, Are buried in the tomb and in the grave, The rotting bone and flesh are gone, In the morning dew, in the morning sun. The light shines through the open door, Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor, The ancient laws of reason and might, Crumble to dust in the morning light. What once was real and certain as rock, Is now the dream the baby forgot, The new light coming to wake you my love, The silent lamb and the flying dove. more of my poems at : http://labyrinthoflies.com
Rob me of my purity, But once again it's all my fault; Fell into the trap of false promises Because I pressed play instead of pause.
It's been nine years, I have counted the tears- they have made trails of guilt worried into my heart then filled with loneliness and bitter despair but by your grace I have been shown... For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept nor held a vigil to honor our grief though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed Peace from your love still reaches through death and through your eternal love I am reborn It is Good Friday. When God took your spirit home and left me dying to know, how to love him for his sacrifice when he asked me to give up you? How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms? Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew and it has been your love the kept me whole that taught me how to be reborn for even though your body has gone your words lost in the wind and breath no more The essence of grace and strength you lived - it grows still in your daughter soul My being and existence came from your womb my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment I have lived a life you gave me and for once I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago. Alas, I've come to know, that as you died and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death not in your dying, my grief and love can attest, but in your living strength and loving example you showed me how to live a life open to our Father's gift We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast. I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked, "In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence what of my soul will rise with his?" And now sitting Easter morning, holding my sons candy-filled basket, I realized Three days passed. He took you home Friday morn, but left me love, that eternal love that never dies whose comfort is unending I honor your love by giving it to my children and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew you have never left me . Though God took you home Mom I know you have never left me for as our Savior died and rose you too still live in my heart, showing me proof our Father's blessings because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up to honor his sacrifice and transcend, to be humbled by the grace and mercy that could forgive such lost lambs as I
Listen to the buzzing, in your ears, Listen to the humming, of your fears, Listen to the baby, crying inside, Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes. Listen to the music, you have never played, Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved. Listen to the empty, silence of your mind, Listen to the whispers, of man kind. Listen to the never, heard nor seen, Listen to the listener, who has never been. Listen to the monkey, you know you really are, Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far. Listen to the dying, crying man, Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand. Listen to meaning, you never really meant, Listen to the letter, you never really sent. Listen to the lovers, who loved another one, Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum. Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing, Listen to the silent, crying deep within. Listen to the never, ever really said, Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed. Listen to the flying, dying man, Listen to the solid, only made of sand, Listen to the night time, they told you that was day, Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away. Listen to the singer, who never made a sound, Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud. Listen to the voices, you never hear within, Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.
Those who kill innocents are cruel, Their bodies will always be hell's fuel, Islam teaches about honor and dignity, Care and love for the whole humanity, But black sheeps are found everywhere, Like KKK or Taliban, "Be aware", They do things on their own, Their very own people, they disown. All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi From a book "Outspoken" - 2012 Available at www.amazon.com
In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down. Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast. When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last. Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here? A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all. Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts. Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call. A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees. Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three. When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel. Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny. Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule. Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them. Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble. Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem. Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free. Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind. And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done. The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days. Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering. The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way. For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them. Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees. Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way. Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally. Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast. Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son. Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible. Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done. The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands. A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate. Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent. But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net. The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals. The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain. Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit." Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one. Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life? From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations. Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior. Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations
Our Life Is For a Brief Moment In time! This life we have is for a brief moment in time. This applies to us, and all of mankind. We need to take our time and make the best of it. We should trust God to take the rest of it! It was God who made man from dirt of the ground. And gave his a beautiful creation all around! He looks down from heaven. What does he see? A place that he made for us to spend eternity. His son sacrificed his life, so we can be with him. He won the victory! Death couldn't defeat him! With the number of days that are available to us. Jesus is here now and wants to be with us! The days that we have can be time well spent. When to Christ, we come and choose to repent! He's so wonderful and gives life a true meaning! His mercy and salvation… WE can be receiving! Thanks be to God! For his majesty above! Please come, and touch us with your love! This life we have can be touched from on high! Jesus gives living water, which satisfies! All praise be to Jesus! Our wrongs can be forgiven! He brings an abundance of life to the way we're livin'! May our time bring honor to HIS holy name! With him as Lord… Our life won't be the same! By Jim Pemberton 04/19/14
Jesus Paid The Sacrifice! Jesus sacrificed his life for you and me! So we can be with him for all eternity! His life for ours… a ransom was paid IN FULL, This is why I I love HIM so! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns, Enduring so much shame and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow! The pain inside his body, Began to grow! The nails placed in his feet and hands, The pain he went through is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! His life for ours… Is what he did trade! By Jim Pemberton
How much hate can a terrorist create? Truck loads for those who decided my mate Deans fate The date 12th of the 10th 2002 Two ammonium nitrate bombs blew It was an attack by a pack of rats Murdering my mate on holiday with the Kingsley Cats Celebrating a grand final victory by partying in Bali Why did it have to be? Dam Abu Bakar Bashir, Amrozi and the rest of Jamal Islamia These cowards intentions were clear and severe To inflict fear on westerners and to kill Aussies just having a beer They want to plunder Unless they kill all of us there only gonna make us stronger the hatred can't go on any longer Those had no cause or any remorse for using force to fight their so called "holy wars" Which were said to be based on their religious souce At the same time breaking their religious laws No one should have a problem with any race colour or religion Only a problem with any murdering individual that are in them Weather it be Hindu, Muslim, Cathlic or Christen, black or white is no justification for a fight
Kisses, hugs, softly cuddled, a baby's giggle, a family huddled. Empty chair where he once sat. Why, dear God are we left with that? Tears, frustration, anger stirs why's he gone so soon? Days to months how time blurs. Memories can't die like people do. why, dear God did he go to you? Reason, truth, a higher power, We know it's not our place to know the date, the exact hour. Others will go away and empathy we will show. we can only trust in You, for why is not ours to know.
A gift of survival bag with goods and food Thanks to the God you offered to my hand In the competitive queue I came forward I was registered, when the name is called Nobody knows but somebody knows That all are poor and world in refugees Mixed colors and different tongues are noised While all are paying attention to each of names Men women indifferent and some with kids Hope of interests is something hidden smiles Trying to overtake before the time comes But the frame of church flexible rule shows With my bag and my friend I came out He reminded me that I did not find out Variety of food we carefully sorted out Expiry dates elapsed and I was going out In a day or two, if I will not finish Nothing will happen I know its truth I ate for the day as much as fresh Thank to the God that it is the truth While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day No one knows one side of the world of sea Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day What the God can do, the God does as much as Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes Until the products are passed away in markets It's out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods I felt a self pity when my belly was full out Thank to the god of justice shows out Nausea for one is a hunger for the other Balance of bridge is the survival of mother Udaya R. Tennakoon
A dying girl Uplifted by a whirl Of singing voices, She no longer regrets her choices.
You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest Ready to consume the final climax I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble Letting your poison drip straight from your lips Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion You know only rape - manifestation of hate Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind Depths you'll never penetrate! She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore Impaled into a desperate whore Shamefully out of broken safety's choice She bore embryogenesis of morose May your rusty blades caress as they please So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis Let the worship of machines be Leg them construct us cell to cell Nature's just in the way Of our race of perfectly engineered machines! The burden of conception Surrenders to the will of The New God
The signs are here, for all to see, The thunder clouds, the dying tree. The shining lights, that draw you near, Loud heavy music, in your ear. By word of mouth, or through cyber space, The hidden pictures, of your face, The northern lights, are dancing south, The rumours you hear, by word of mouth. The sign are falling, from the sky, Raining stars, on the passers by, While the battle rages, on underground, The innocent dying, without a sound. The cries of heaven, the screams in hell, That no one hears, down in this well, The terrible beauty, the open wound, The innocent babies, in open tombs. For all to see, for all to hear, The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear. The birds are falling, the fishes drowned, What once was up, has now become down, The tender and loving, an empty shell, The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell. The signs are here, for all to see, Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea. More poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Today, it just doesn't seem fair That we are still able to breathe. They have given us their air- Our duty to lead the life they leave.
I May Not Be Here Tomorrow! When tomorrow comes, I may not be here! This life I have… Could just disappear! I may think of this world as my "sanctuary." But my life down here, is just temporary! Life just passes me by, and goes by fast! I can think of many things done in the past! But the past is gone by… Tomorrow's another day! What am I going to do? What am I going to say? I don't know about the future, or what it may bring. Life has it's way of bringing good and bad things! I'm going to look to Jesus and give him my trust! Living daily for him... I shall try! I must! Jesus holds tomorrow in the palm of his hand! Everything about me... He already understands! HE shall be here tomorrow! Till the very end! He's somebody I can give my life to! And depend! I come to you Jesus! For comfort and delight! I know that with you, everything will be alright! Life may not turn out the way I expect it to be! But Jesus will take care of it all! Most assuredly! By Jim Pemberton
'Hardy har', laughs the god, Rushing judgement from afar. "Only right, is right by me.' Kills the damned to watch them bleed. Virtues ruptured; marked abides, Do make them fight for homicide. For life is nil until the doom But death by own shan't make him swoon. "Your blasted brother to fire he'll go, For plowing in your heart so slow, Though blessed thee, your place now safe- Alas he was slaughtered, cleansing his slate! But the one, the last of the cycle, Must pay the dues of his murdering rivals. His only death is to break the mirror And hell he'll go for that desire." Now they smile, the sinners do, As they look down on the payer's due; "A heart so warm and soft like dough, Brother, so sad you must stay below. If only you had damned before You were the last, the ultimate cure."
With a heavy heart I hung up the phone, Death's taken our cousin, so precious so young. So many years since I last saw your face, heard your kind voice, felt your embrace. I pushed back my tears, feeling the heartbreak of guilt, for letting time pass, knowing time now stands still. My day goes on, becoming harder to bare. My heart filling with cries of our families despair. Trying to find peace I close my eyes, praying to God about your demise. Death is natural, why do I weep? Life blatantly shows us, our soul we can't keep.... The following day I pray once again Asking for help, seeking emends. The answer was beautiful, simple, and sweet. God made a promise, and a promise he keeps. Death is not the end, our loved ones aren't lost. They're just deeply sleeping, awaiting God's call. Marco, this promise is for people like you kindhearted, giving, loving, and true. So, peace Cuz, sleep sweet, sleep tight. For now I'll just wish you a peaceful Goodnight
There's a healing Jesus! He's alive today! He's here now! And can take all sickness away! There's a loving Jesus! He can cleanse your soul! He is more faithful, than you will every know! There's a merciful Jesus! He can change you within! By his blood, you can know you're born again! There's a powerful Jesus! He alone reigns supreme! He's the alpha and omega! And can do anything! There's a gracious Jesus! He's so loving and kind! His dedication to us all, has stood the test of time! Won't you come to Jesus! And receive him too? He's knocking at your heart's door… Waiting for YOU! Won't you experience Jesus! And all he has to give! He can make you a new person! Each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton
The yellow lines just inches away, I collapse right before it, deep into insanity. Not knowing how or when I'll wake up from the death-inducing coma. Shackles on my ankles, bounding me to the cement jail of choices. "Freedom! " I cry, Not knowing I have limited time to be granted that demand. Realizing I've forgotten the roots of life. "Freedom! " I cry once again being tortured by the demons eating at my soul. Ten minutes left, until death has won me over. "Freedom! " Reaching for the only thing in sight, the book given to me years ago. "Freedom! " Five minutes until disappearance into the soul dimension. The crinkled pages sputter dust while being opened. The old book full of odd adventures, true adventures nevertheless. Water-stained pages full of life, Waiting to be taken of their oxygen. I flip through it one last time, Hoping to save the lost cause that is I. "Freedom! " I whisper. The time is nigh. The end of its usage is almost through, one last time before its entirety will be thrown down. From "In the beginning", down to the giving of Grace, the book's life is over. As if it goes with me. "Freedom! " I scream out in joy. Looking above in the bright light, Grasping at the yellow line, The finish line, Where Heaven meets Earth.
Sweet short round sadness in the mirror may grow; He writes her name twice on the mind`s first snow; It is the moment to find a joke and make her laugh; If he holds his dreams and her hands ,that`s enough; A smile of the kidness with each cup of tea, and soon As brought by Fancy`s Fairy in the blond afternoon, The taste of honey mealt in bitterness of broken glass; The subtle drums in his ears violently might surpass The horses`galoop at the purple banks of his veins ; From the green empire, where eternal spring reigns The romp`s steps of imagery in the Plato`s realm Composing an ode of joy or a long lasting psalm: Child dancing, playing with the joyous rain, Like Narcissus at the sides of the fountain. That parfume of violets :her hair and her eyes Tactile, fragile china, cold glass solitude lies In their unwritten novel: everybody may choose The thrill of dancing among the Greek statues; The rustling of the two doves following Love`s call In the hand of Light,with overflown tumult in one soul. The step towards his heart and quickly her stop; Without the slightest hesitation, all muscles hope Ready to caught a falling star still hoping The crystalline tear prolonged dropping Transformed in advancing recollections through: Two masters of slaves and two slaves ,thus sum two.
The innocent child still crying, That you nailed up on your wall, Her tears are freely flowing, As the autumn leaves do fall. The wind of time still blowing, Across the lonely way, As the soldiers march to battle, On this bright and sunny day. I couldn't get the words, To leave my knotted throat, I couldn't get my loved ones, To leave the sinking boat. I couldn't think the thoughts, That could protect me from the light, Couldn't see your beauty, Hidden in my night. And now the end is coming, Riding on the wind, To blow away illusions, To blow up everything. The riders horse is thunder, The swords are flashing high, As the angels of destruction Fall from the darken sky. A million times I told you, Whispered in your ear, A million blessing hidden, Behind the demons of your fears. The innocent lamb is bleeding, As the lightening flashes by, The autumn leaves still falling, From the sadness in your eye. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Slamming the door behind him He sits Writing his poems upon his wall Tiny powerful words surrounding each inch of the room Writing them in black inch He watches as it drips to the carpet He smiles Wiping the blood of his face Putting his hands to the wall Bloody hand prints surround each poem Dying alone on the floor Surrounded in his blood and filth The poems wash off from the walls Black ink forming together on the carpet Blood mixes with the ink The horrific smell fills the lungs of the ones downstairs He sinks into the carpet His flesh swallowed up by his words He isn't living anymore But he rubs off on you by his poems
MLK... (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968) they shot you down all those years ago but your dream lives on and always will for though much has been gained since you dreamed your dream there is much to fight for and much more to struggle for and much, much more to fight for still so your dream resounds in our hearts and we pledge this to you today for though they shot you down all those years ago on a memphis day we shall overcome this we do believe deep in our hearts that we shall overcome someday... (for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
God grant me The ability to have peace In this house From the decease Banish them all For the rest of their days So I don't have to suffer From their evil ways I know I cant see em But I know their there Cause i can feel their presence In the still frigid air They seem to match me Step for step Though I cant seem them I feel their breath on my neck In the midst of the dark As i drift off to dream I'm startled stiff from the sound Of demons when they scream I sit straight up And am frozen in place I try to cover up As i wipe the sweat from my face Hear my cries oh lord Our god of mercy Protect this house and my soul From that which that which tries to hurt me Come into this house And stake your claim Evil and demons be gone Hallowed be thy name
As people are encouraged to "indulge within..." They often become caught and trapped in sin! Far too often, there's an enticement to "fantasize." Of the many temptations flashed before the eyes! There's a problem, too often misunderstood! Life doesn't happen, like many think it should! What's often acted out and too often displayed… Comes from a ruined life, that's been betrayed! One can easily find perversion of many kinds. This can easily "overwhelm" someone's mind! I know that it's easy to be "trapped and snared." It can leave one feeling alone and scared! That which you may have craved, for some kind of fulfillment. Has left you empty! With no real enjoyment! It's easy to fall into bondage! Difficult to get out! Victory in Jesus is what his power is all about! Won't you call on him now? And let his love "soak through?" He brings true meaning in the words; "I LOVE YOU!" His love is not in some kind of cheap entertainment! Only he can bring true peace and contentment! You don't need to spend money on the life he brings! He is God! And doesn't need to use earthly things! Sin has a price! It seeks to have your eternal soul! Only the blood of Jesus can make you complete and whole! The gift of salvation is from Jesus! And is freely given! He alone has the power to change how you're livin'! By Jim Pemberton
When I was near death, Though my mind was unaware, It was then He had resurrected me. When I died in another lifetime Though such memories were soon forgotten, It was then He gave me a rebirthing. When I die someday, yet again, It will be then He reveals all my memories Which were once many times left behind and forgotten.
Father, Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be. I am the product of myself and my negativity. I trust You. I love You. I thank You. In Your name, We pray, Amen.
Do not disturb the water The man once said to me for those who've tried are no more Quite mysteriously They spoke of love and life once lived A place called home, where all was his It all burnt away, he said with a tear and all i'm left with is this empty fear As you see my friend we've much in common But theres once major difference you're not in a coffin So feel free to take a swim Test the waters he said with a grin for I see you know which way to go Dont make me push you in
There He lay as cold as ice, a darkened tomb His prison cell, until the dungeon filled with life & saved us from eternal hell.
I Want to Be Where Jesus Is! Where Jesus is, I want to be with him I'll honor HIM because I love him! Into his direction I shall go… His word in my life, I must daily know. What he says to me, I must carefully listen, His will for my life, I don't want to be missin'. His love for me… I want to receive, His abundant life is what I aim to achieve. Thank you Jesus for helping me to see… I need much more of you, and a lot less of me! By Jim Pemberton
These superficial lives we lead, are they really worth the cost? Like a charging stallion-steed, we're strong and proud... but lost. The things today we hold in hand, are temporary treasures, but effort spent to feed your soul will surely last forever.... If you could know the day you'll die, would you let time just idle by? Or would you try to bend the course of fate, to make that final ending late? So this question might be asked, when you're finished with this lifelong task. Of all the laughter, sweat and tears... Will it matter in a hundred years? Copyright © 2002
My God, How It Hurts We have forgotten How dangerous is this man Refusing not to do miracles Abjuring not to love Going beyond His mother's pain Beyond being a good son To do the Father's will. We have forgotten The depth of evil He allowed to drench Him Bleed and bruise Him Beyond all human endurance Gleefully denying Him For whom He was born to be. We have forgotten The love of the Father So fully developed for us He had to turn away At that moment on the cruel cross When God-given life Was given up. We have forgotten How dangerous is this man Whose love was more than life This Son of God Whose promise to us meant so much That He shrugged off death And He arose. by E. Marshall Evans
At the gates of pearls, received by one blessed by Him; maker met at last.
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship. Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell. Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made. For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit. That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for. Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from. At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions. Did God really say don't eat from this tree? Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him. Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal. Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand. If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous? The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did. A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom. The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay. God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate. From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth. Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing. Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who. For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse. Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us. For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept. Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection. Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God. This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between. Choose now. For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker. As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with. But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits. Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love. Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life. There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy. The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.
He had vowed to pay a visit When he said good-bye to eight On this date of June the second Perfect time to celebrate Picked wild flowers in the thicket Made a circular bouquet Placed them down across the headstone Of the boy who bore his name As he stood there he felt joyful Certain Billy was with God For no youngster suffered satan When his flesh returned to sod Then, he thought about his grandpa Who had died at sixty-eight He recalled him as a good man But he wondered, "Was Gramps saved?" Billy started feeling lonely Thought, "It makes no sense to me Why a young child gets free passage Into God's eternity "If I grow up feeling faithless Must I pay forevermore That's a risk that's not worth taking Maybe I should close the door" He climbed back aboard his three-speed Pedaled out onto Route Five Saw a semi coming toward him One quick turn could end his life He felt sorry for his parents All the grief his death would cause Then he thought about forever They were saved, he might get lost When the truck had almost reached him He veered sharply in its path And he closed his eyes and waited For the bloody aftermath But he never heard a crash Instead... He was sitting in Demato's With a Nehi on a tray But they wouldn't take his money For his drink, or birthday cake So for little Billy Edwards A new chapter had begun No more sweating out his future Childhood was a time for fun He believed all of his loved ones Would re-gather one fine day In a place none could imagine Well beyond the Milky Way Where he'd meet the other Billy Learn the answers one-by-one Why his was the only gravesite And why he had died so young And as Bill grew slowly older He convinced a goodly lot That we didn't merely happen But Somebody called the shot
Joshua's Jesus watches him smile, while treatment is hard, medicine is vile. Wife and family swim in eyes closed denial. The pain will fade, ..in a little while. Lungs with cancerous breath keep trying, Joshua knows his body is dying, Good cells diminish, misery multiplying, He hold onto his child's hands while crying. Joshua's Jesus comes with comforting grace. Eyes shine with beauty, time cannot erase. Goodbyes and regrets leave only empty space, An angel comes, heaven opens doors, paradise place. Friends and family gather side by side. Tears run like rain, treatments failed but tried. Photographs displayed, pages filled with pride. Mourners and memories, days after he died. Joshua's Jesus gives him the rest he sought, A ticket to heaven with blood was already bought. Love was left behind, like a disease it was caught, And in his honor, gifts of wisdom and faith are taught. Joshua's Jesus welcomes us all. We have a friend when in death we fall. 1-06-2015
South province where Mattru jong is located! Intriguing issues as a young boy! Escaped from drugs and the war! Rebels – They don't agree with the government and think everyone is the enemy! Ready to start over! A lhaji close friend of Ishmael! Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12! Evaluated but never understood! One world with terrible memories! Never being able to let go of memories! Elated at being with his uncle!
Eyes grow weary, have they learned to see During years of absence, you from me Your story's at end, your chosen plot Time draws near, but you may know not Shall I see my mother, perhaps my dad Ever watchful, my being glowing so glad It is time, I wait with mounting joy For them once again to be girl or boy That which was separate, will now be one Your chosen tasks are nearly done At the entrance, there I stand Reunion time is close at hand From the palm of His hand I've watched you grow Seeds of goodness, We watched you sow Come be with me and share His land I await the touch of your sweet hand I fault you not, as you can see I love you so, come be with me So hasten forth, with lifted heart No longer more shall we be apart These words I write, so dear to me Express my desire that you'll be free If the gate be locked, search for the key But look not far, in your heart it will be.
Nothing but a waste you're just a reckless disgrace too much power for a deceiver It's not right I see light It's not near enough for me to go It's my choice so don't you treat me like a play toy I'm not yours to control Cause I will storm in after you If you take her far away from me And I will storm in after you If you take her to the grave with thee You take our race for granted and you're highly overrated you're always taking my friends It's not right I see light It's not near enough for me to go It's our choice so don't you treat us like we're play toys we're not yours to control I will storm in after you If you take them far away from me And I will storm in after you If you try and take them to the grave
My desicion was made. I wouldn't allow myself to be controlled. If that makes me a rebel, then let it be. I'm a Rebel. At least I can Make my own choices now. I can love and care about others. "You are here by stripped from your wings." Then it was like someone had bound my wings and pushed me off a cliff. it felt like forever. til finally i reach the ground. When i hit, it felt like everybone in my wings had shattered. I had fallen. and It hurt so bad. but it was worth it.
There were three Hebrew men with one desire. They served the true God! And were cast into the fire! King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol. But they made up their minds to serve the God of the Bible! He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot! But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught! As he looked in… He couldn't believe what he saw! He had seen the living son of God, after all! At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled! The Hebrews were unharmed! No matter how hot the fire was kindled! He called them out, yelling for them one by one. He knew they had a visit from God's holy son! He looked! And their bodies weren't even burned! They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern! This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men… Is the same God who can rescue you from sin! Though the "fires of life, may be "hot and burning." It's in the direction of God… That you need to be turning! The living son of God would like to visit you today! Won't you listen to the words of life, he has to say? He is the true God! The king of kings is he! And invites you to be with him! For all eternity! By Jim Pemberton
Matzos slip into their mouths Voices project merrily...tonight is The night of Unleavened Bread Lamb and other delicious Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds What a splendid night it is! Wine's brewin' in our wine cups The dinner table - creates pleasant talk During this meaningful night There's moments of quietude When it comes to de-leavening our lives But, there's moments of gladness On this night of peacefulness Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor During this night of pure bliss
The moment of my start , the destruction of thy art, hearing the songs of theocracy , the songs for saving thee . The intonation of deadly scream , heard across the vast stream , lest none had to stop me , for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty. I heard the words of my master , who plans well for thy disaster , who creates the scenery well as common , serving a wide from the times of Romans . He sends me often here , for punishing the big malevolence , but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear , for thy deep oceans help my tolerance . I wish could I give thee a chance , to see the world with a second glance , nevertheless the order remains order after all , keep waiting for me to hear the next call .
There is no power in death, great enough to stop youth. From what must be done, souls taken one by one. If God should stand in the way, clear the path you will go away. Should I contend with this power, no choice it is the devils hour. When the wicked rule in time, deception reigning of crime. There will be a stand instead, where I gather the vengeful dead. Amongst in Hell that we cower, our vengeance will grow louder. Strong enough in legions, numbers increasing regions. Then the wicked will fear, what is about to come near. No where near closer to home, inside Hell's nightmarish tomb.
There Shall Come A Great Tribulation! You'll find In the Bible... In the book of Revelation. One day... There shall come a great tribulation. There shall be famine and war this world has never seen. "Satan's fury" being poured out upon everything. The Antichrist will appear as "the world leader." "The man with all of the answers." "A great world healer." People won't be able to buy or sell without a mark on their hand. While corruption and wickedness prevails throughout the land. Our only hope and answer during much chaos and anxiety. Is Jesus. In HIM we can have life abundantly! This world shall one day perish and pass away. God's truth and his word are here to stay! Come to Jesus now... He invites you to come. Accept the gift of eternal life from God's precious son! He's our only hope in this world which we live. He is so patient and kind... willing to forgive. Will your name be in God's book of life someday? Are you ready to meet him on judgment day. This world... or Jesus... the choice by you must be made. The price for your soul... on Calvary... has been paid! By Jim Pemberton
Killing in Allah's Name… … Pieces of burnt flesh, splattered, in a school, a market-place, a temple, a synagogue, a mosque, a church, a man, a woman, a child, charred hands, smouldering corpses, fractured bodies, torn limbs, dismembered human beings, just human beings, dead, murdered, in Allah's name… …A 4 year old boy, 11 year old girl, 78 year old man, 40 year old mother of six, killed, murdered, in Allah's name… …Gandhi said 'an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind'… … Complicit by my silence, I stand in shame, of the bigotry, racism, sectarianism,communalism, religious fanaticism, wars of aggression, invasions of distant countries, jingoism, flag-waving 'my country right or wrong', extremism, blind nationalism, perpetrated in my name… …I refuse to be silent, to be complicit, while the slaughter continues, each day, in the name of god, of country, of creed, of sexual-orientation, of caste, I refuse to be cowed, to be complicit by my silence, as the killing, murdering, slaughtering continues… …You who kill innocents, you who shroud your slaughter in scripture, you who drape your aggression in flags, you who cloak your hate in anthems, you who veil your intolerance in finely-tuned semantics, you who bomb school-buses, playgrounds, churches, mosques, temples, synagogues, libraries, shopping-malls, market-places, have lost. …You may sow terror, you may pound cities from afar, you may wreak havoc, yet you have lost, as, you cannot kill us all! We shall always be many, many more! _________ "…all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing…" – Edmund Burke
A horrendous act that could only be imagined as Insidious and contemptuous Many were massacred Thousands displaced The Hausa Militias took over Zaria was in their palm A horrendous act That could only be imagined As Insidious and contemptuous Many were massacred Thousands displaced The Hausa Militias took over Zaria was in their palm The entire Kaduna was under their feet The violent hollow-minded men It was religious animosity That under-bellies an ethnic hatred These men are insane Men were butchered Women were slaughtered Children matcheted at will All in the Jihad against Miss World Beauty Pageant And blasphemy against the Prophet They unleashed waves of brutal massacres Houses were razed, churches burnt Shops and offices turned into ashes Yet "Allahu Akbar" is echoed After every killing by the intemperate bullies Inhabitants of NDA Streets were not spared The men that carries religious insanity Majored in Major Street They became the killing Captain of Captain street The men in uniform were hapless, yet helpless These men are enmeshed and immersed in cultism Of the atavistic and barbarous proportion called Jihad Sweat of decades were turned to ashes within seconds The cost of human lives were immeasurable It was to be and it was Months of fear Weeks of tremor of terror Days of bloodshed Hours that carries sorrow Minutes that lacks emotional indemnity Seconds of bloody tears Survivors became refugees at the NDA's field The only safe place in the land No food, no water, no shelter Indeed, no hunger Except for hunger to be alive Days where a father shuns family tie And strangulate his baby for survival Less, the warriors will unearth The rest of the family in the hide out The baby's cry was a taboo Gush! The only option was for the Father to throttle his own baby to death To keep the other members of the family alive Many flee without taking a pin Thousands left behind houses . . . properties A journey to start all over again Separation set in Frustration envelopes many For the inanity of men that Carries blood with religion. Alayande Stephen T. 11.45pm October 11, 2008 An account of brutal massacre occasioned By unbridled religion intolerance in Kaduna State, Nigeria in 2002 during the aborted Miss World Beauty Contest in Nigeria as Narrated by an eye witness Latifat of UNILORIN.
blood, sweat, and tears nailed to a cross crown full of thorns your life was lost for me, a worthless sinner for me a new beginning I leave the past where it remains I've been transformed I've been restored condemned no more I wear the chains no more I am free
Jesus Died For Everyone! Jesus died on the cross for you me! So we can be with him throughout eternity. His life for ours… A ransom was paid IN FULL! Through his shed blood, we're made whole! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns. Enduring so much ridicule and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow. His love for mankind clearly showed! Nails were placed through his feet and hands! The pain he went through, is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! A way to eternal life, in heaven, has been made! By Jim Pemberton
Hard may be the paths that are given to us Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way! This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end The end word known as death, the end of life and love If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve! Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery Pray do come and lead us all Take us there where all is holy Where always we hear songs of the choral! Life does not end with death, life gets renewed In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!
Warriors are no longer raging, Women are no longer singing. Firelight prances inside Seth's eyes, dancing over Giza he cries: "Fire! Fire! It will find you all Even those who refuse to fall, So even if you escape my deadly chant Your ashes shall lie where living things aren't. "If you would try to save the day, It will be hell you'd have to pay. I shall breathe my fatal breath Upon those of you who run from death. "Your pharaohs shall kneel before me crying To be set free without you all dying, But my deserts remain hot as ever And none can escape - not even the clever. "Only the faithful to me shall be spared, So yes, the ones who have never cared. They'll ball their fists and bare their teeth at Ra!" "Forever obeying me." By Leanne Walsh 04/20/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Head spinning, breathless, bleakness, All goes black, nauseousness, weakness, Get me to the infirmary, Oh God, be merciful to me. Sterile smells, white sheets, ugly tiles, Little pricks of blood in viles, There's a mistake; it cannot be, Oh God, be merciful to me. There's a time to fight and be still, Get the insurance and find the will, Don't fret; the Lord I soon shall see, Oh God, be merciful to me. *Dedicated to my sweet Aunt Sherry, who went on to be with the Lord last Sunday.
T That Day Christ Bled and Died… I think about that day, Christ bled and died. And think about that day he was crucified! I think about the thorns placed upon his head. And think about the wounds that bled! I think about how he endured so much shame. For you and I, he took our sin and shame! I think about how an innocent man could do this? Our home in heaven, he didn't want us to miss! I think about 3 days later, he arose from the grave! A way for salvation, has now been made! Hallelujah to Christ! God's risen and holy son! Eternal life can be ours! The victory's been won! Thanks be to Jesus! For being the sacrifice for sin! Because of his shed blood… We can be born again! Glory to God in the highest! How mighty is he! Because of Jesus! We can be set FREE! By Jim Pemberton
I know not when my time shall be Or how my life shall fold. I know not when He will call me Home to those streets of gold, But I am ready as of now And I am not afraid. To Earth, I'll give my final bow And live with Him that day.
Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend. Many people wish for their life to end! There are many circumstances that bring this about. Many feel "trapped in," and think "there's no way out!" I admit,... I have been very discouraging thoughts. Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt "the wrong lot." But just when I feel alone and trapped within. I think about Jesus! He's always been my friend! I've called to him more than a time or two... When I didn't know "what I was going to d." When, to him, I cried out and pleaded... He's given to me the hope and direction I needed! I recommend this same Jesus to your life today! Whatever your problem... He has made a way! An abundant assurance Is what Jesusbrings! He is an awesome God! And can take care of everything! Your problems are never too big or small for him to take control. He can bring healing to you! And make your body whole! He is what's needed! In this lost and dying generation! Won't you accept his mercy and salvation??? By Jim Pemberton 2012
On a Good Friday at 3PM He was called into the office by Pontius Pilate and told that he would be put to death. He had waited for the execution and worked the full week after being warned that he would be fired if his production and sales were not up to snuff. He was hired with four other wise men and women to turn an upstart company around and save it from the greedy bankers. He had hope in his heart because he left employment with another and thought it would be fruitful on the other side. Pontius Pilate had wooed him with big money and promised him the stars. Just about everyone loved their products and it would be an easy sale like children pitching low-hanging fruit from a tree. But after one month Pontius Pilate changed her course and said that the Honeymoon was over. One among their ranks had told him that he was their hero and would emulate him and dress like him. But he knew that this female Judas would betray him when he dreamed that she would fall from his favor. Judas was from the professional teaching world and she said that she was in adequate working in sales. She would call sales meeting to learn their motives and work late and holidays in the office while bending the ear of Pontius Pilate. Pontius Pilate believed everything said to her because Judas was producing sales but stealing fruit from the others. This did not matter to Pontius Pilate as her golden calf and state of affairs was being threatened by the Jesus lovers. On the advice of Judas- Pontius Pilate set her plans into motion and publicly falsely accused the three wise men of being bad sales people and spoke of their elimination. They were accused three times on three separate days before 3 PM. Like strange fruit he was called into the office by Pontius Pilate and her political advisor Menenius and duly told that this is not personal but he must die. The one sacrificed did not have much to say but thanked them for the opportunity and that he will rise up in three days. "I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.
To Kill The Choctaw Cow The Choctaw Nation Oklahoma, with proud and noble people Hunting is our nature and our way Pretty Tail was a family member, a friendly cow She gave us milk for many moons This is the story of her kill My father Bully Ten Foot is our chief Old and ill from living beyond himself Hills and tent on prairie land, filled our purpose No game to feed us so our cows sustained us Food was scarce through winters blasting bite Pretty Tail stayed just outside my tee pee every night Years of her soft moo would sooth me off to sleep Starvation steeped in desperation came on hard Crops failed, grazing ended without rain Pain became the Choctaw, as one and the same An Indian man must always be a brave Must know his reason within nature and the nation Bully Ten Foot honored me, with the sacred task My hunting knife and I took Pretty Tail down below the neck I slit her deep within her throat She bled on me her blood, a river of sorrow For hours I let her do so with her last drops of red And held her tight as my best friend Made sure my tears spilled over into her blank eyes And cried for her, in her place Never again will I wear hide or eat a steak But I ate her brains for power Rode at great speed on angry stallions back Black, with strong memories in mind And opened up inside the plains releasing spirits To send her off From Choctaw Nation 9/24/14 Divine Intervention - Poetry Contest
Hell-Hound Allows No Souls Out Deep in the darkest pit, where anguished screams resound Evil thoughts feed the it, fanged , demonlike hell-hound No mercy for those so lost, only torture to pay the cost Gnawing on its victims with relish, the monster growls so hellish Desperate pleas never heard, too late for any praying word Looking in deeply is insane, here, mercy calls always in vain Dark shadows skirt about, hellhound allows no souls out Fear forces me to not see, that fate once was awaiting me Distant pits rumble much the same Death final victor in this hellish game Robert J. Lindley note -- Edited and shortened poem from a very much longer write many decades ago.
Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don't call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It's the only holiday that we often call "a holiday." It's true meaning, is often, taken away! It's more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It's time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It's more than going shopping at the malls… More than, "Jingle Bells," or "Deck the Halls!" It's more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you're willing "to die for!" It's more than buying the "newest in entertainment." Or receiving a gift that may "cause an embarrassment." Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let's all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let's think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that's needed! Won't you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what's important! And shouldn't be left out! He's what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let's be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton
Very Soon, I'll Be With Jesus! I know my life on earth shall one day end… This body will turn back into dust again. I hope that in my life's remaining days… I'll be careful to give God glory and praise! I hope that with the opportunities given… I'll walk in the joy of my sins being forgiven! I'm thankful that Jesus has shown to me… How much he really cares and loves me! If not for Jesus… Where I would be? He offered his body as a sacrifice for me! Because of what he's done, I'm living today! He'll be with me! Till the end of the way! When my life closes, and a new life begins… I'll be with my savior, lord and friend! Thank you Jesus! As a new day starts! You've brought love and joy to my heart! By Jim Pemberton
There's nothing more that matters Than the beating of Your heart You've given everything You have Gave man a brand new start Sacrifice beyond measure Pain and suffering 'pon a tree You did all this with love and peace You did it all for me Oh did I say I thank you? On my face You've put a smile Hail to the Lord and all His glory I'm so thankful I'm His child
Lost and never found She lays there beaten and bound Tears are long dried Rejected and denied Her heart damned to hell Her screams silent as well Abandoned Left alone Bleeding out Her helpless soul Lost all breath to scream Silent without a need Growing cold with every breath Losing sight Its time for death Gave up Lost her way Her thoughts They never stay Now cold Frozen and numb Growing old Time has come Mind fading Forgot to run.....
Helping Hand If she were to die, the one you adore Would you still want to live anymore? And go to heaven to be by her side; There's no place down here left to hide. Suppose I sought a place for exclusion To my life it would be an obtrusion So I hope that God will understand You are no longer here to hold my hand. I should not want to sell myself short But I will always need your support And longer we have been separated How much more time must be waited? Often at night I may seem to snore And angels are flying around my door Why they are all here I now understand To heaven will give me a helping hand.


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As your eyes scan the Pine Ridge buffalo pasture in southwest South Dakota, one thing stands out clearly: prairie. Native prairie grasses and plants blanket the uncultivated tribal land. This is also the case on Yankton, Cheyenne River, and a number of other Northern Plains reservations. Simply stated, some of the last vestiges of the region's historic biodiversity are found on its Indian reservations.
Nationally, 41 separate tribes now belong to the Intertribal Bison Cooperative, whose sole mission is buffalo restoration. On reservations from Taos Pueblo to Standing Rock in North Dakota, Native communities are actively welcoming home their relations.
The Ironcloud family brought their first buffalo home to Pine Ridge in 1997, and now have a small herd in a 1,200-acre pasture. Ethelyne Ironcloud's brother, Edward "Buzz" Ironcloud, is in charge of the Knife Chief Buffalo Project near Porcupine. The Knife Chief Project, like the Seventh Generation Buffalo Cooperative on the Standing Rock Reservation, is founded on the restoration of small herds, using methods employed successfully by the Arkansas-based Heifer Projectlike donating calves to families who, in turn, pass along one of their gift animal's female calves so others can breed herds of their own.
Richard Sherman is a lanky wildlife biologist with the Oglala Lakota Parks and Recreation Department on Pine Ridge. I try to keep up with him as he strides purposefully through the largest of several pastures for the Oglala bison herd, a 17,000-acre expanse of real-live prairie. He stops to point out various buffalo delicacies: prairie turnips, sage, mushrooms. The pasture is a model of Sherman's vision for Lakota land stewardship, "a culturally appropriate system based on the values and philosophy of the Lakota people."
"It doesn't seem to take too long to heal the land," Sherman tells me. "It's happening right here in our buffalo pasture."
And not only here; buffalo restoration is taking root across the prairie. Pine Ridge's Akcita Buffalo Society, for example, now provides buffalo for four projects, each of which has received a "seed" herd of cows and bulls to start full-fledged herds of their own. The projects keep 60 percent of all new calves, and give the rest to Oglala Parks and Recreation. The society is hoping to seed additional herds over time.
Farther west, Ben Sherman, Richard's brother, has a vision of his own. He found a buffalo jump site near Beulah, Wyoming, in the northwest corner of the Black Hills region, where more than 20,000 buffalo are believed to have been killed over hundreds of years by ancient buffalo hunters. Ben wants to establish an interpretive center here, modeled on Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump Interpretive Center in Alberta. But history is only the beginning. Over the past few years he has cultivated a relationship with the Nature Conservancy, which has purchased 2,000 acres in the area and is interested in restoration. "We want to run buffalo up there," he says. "I'd just like to see buffalo back in the hills again."
To the south, Taos Pueblo in northern New Mexico has maintained a buffalo herd since the 1930s for traditional subsistence and ceremonial purposes. With Taos buffalo program director Richard Archuleta, I wandered out for a closer look at these beautiful animals. They are relations. Today, the tribe's herd numbers 170, double its size a few years ago, and resides on 500 acres.
Such developments flow directly from the wisdom of Native teachings. The Braveheart Women's Society, or Inhanktunwan Winyan, has spent the past six years working closely with more than 70 young women on the Yankton Reservation to keep alive and restore the traditional ways. "The primary role that women had was dividing up the buffalo once the buffalo were killed," explains Faith Spotted Eagle, a Braveheart mentor. "When women had the relationship with buffalo we were able to learn from that, and pass that on to younger women. The underlying teaching is the primacy of the relationship with buffalo."
Rosalie Little Thunder, an artist and longtime activist, tells a story about the 1855 Little Thunder massacre in Nebraska, when General William Selby Harney came to the Lakota community and was greeted with the truce flag and a meal of salt pork and hardtack. "While this was going on, there was a grandmother standing there with her ten-year-old grandson. She told him to hide where the tall grass was. They started shooting down the people then. And when she was shot, she threw herself and her shawl on top of that little boy. That way she hid him. She hid him and died.
"That little boy," she adds, "he was my grandfather."
Nearly 70 people were killed that day. A century and a half later, a buffalo slaughter in Yellowstone National Park brought it all back for Little Thunder. "I had my ten-year-old grandson standing next to me," she says. "And they started killing the buffalo. Just like that, shooting them down. I covered his face with my shawl and told him to go move."
On March 5, 1997, Little Thunder and a small group of spiritual leaders, including Arvol Looking Horse, were among 75 people who congregated around 147 bison in a holding corral to pray for the buffalo spirits. During a lunch break they heard the shots. The Montana Department of Livestock had killed eight buffalo a mile to the north. Little Thunder and several others wanted to go to the site to pray, but sheriff's deputies warned them about trespassing on private land. Little Thunder walked forward to talk to one of the deputies and, as the would-be prayer group looked on helplessly, was arrested, handcuffed, and taken away in a patrol vehicle.
The arrest was the spark for a burgeoning movement to halt one of the most brutal wildlife slaughters in recent history: the killing of 1,100 bison that winter, followed by sporadic killings each year since. The cause of all this killing is Montana ranchers' fear that diseased bison will give their cattle brucellosis, which can induce spontaneous abortion. (According to the National Academy of Sciences, interspecies transmission has been demonstrated in only a few controlled situations.) That the movement to stop the slaughter has caught fire is clear from the actions of grassroots groups, a barrage of litigation, and the outrage of some 65,000 people who have spoken out at public hearings on the future of the Yellowstone herd.
It's a high-stakes mission. The killings, says Ethelyne Ironcloud, are "really devastating to not only Buffalo Nation but to the Indian nations as well. We believe that the way they treat the buffalo is the way that they treat the Indians." That is why the Yellowstone slaughter cuts to the heart of the Lakota and other buffalo cultures of the Great Plains.
No one argues that Yellowstone, an island of wildness in a sea of civilization, is ecologically ideal for buffalo. "Because biology has been absent from design decisions," writes conservation biologist Reed Noss, "park boundaries do not conform to ecological boundaries and most parks and other reserves are too small to maintain populations of wide-ranging animals over the long term or perpetuate natural processes."
Buffalo are a serve-yourself sort of critter, which means they must leave the park as conditions demand. Noss considers that a reserve of under 250,000 acres might sustain a viable population of small herbivorous and omnivorous animals, but says large carnivores and ungulates, such as buffalo, need reserves of anywhere from 2,470,000 acresalready larger than Yellowstoneto ten times that size.
Noss' notions on saving wild species are best described graphically. He and the Wildlands Project, with which he works, are focused primarily on core areas where major populations would reside or, in the case of the buffalo, roam. Connective corridors, protected by buffer zones, would link primary genetic pools, or herds, with other herds, allowing for some genetic diversity. Based on a review of empirical studies, Noss has concluded that an average population of 1,000 animals "must be maintained to assure population viability of species."
Where would the land for such preserves come from? Buy up some private farms and ranches, add in some Native reservation holdings, and you've got a pretty good start. In central South Dakota, for example, Lakota landholdings total over 7.5 million acres, more than twice those of the U.S. government. In his book Ecology and Economics of the Great Plains, Daniel Licht proposes creating "ecoreserves" by buying out struggling farmers, noting that reserves make better economic and environmental sense than costly farm subsidies. All told, Licht's proposed refuges would cover more than 27,000 square miles, an area he says could support 25,000 buffalo, 300 wolves, 10,000 elk, 15,000 mule deer, and over a million prairie dogs.
Richard Sherman and others on Pine Ridge believe that a buyout of land from ranchers in the Badlands might be the key to restoring the prairie. They suggest that everyone could tear down their fences and allow buffalo to roam on the collective holdings, which would have a fence around the perimeter. Ranchers, Indians, and federal agencies could then hold shares in the herd.
"There should be some alternative besides killing them in this day and age," says Little Thunder.
In fact, there may be no other alternative than to save them. Such a dream is only fitting. Buffalo are born for the plains. Their massive heads make them uniquely equipped to plow through snow; unlike domesticated cattle, buffalo face the wind, and the windchill. The hardiness that enabled bison to survive the severe climate of the plains is especially impressive when compared with the vulnerability of cattle and other livestock. The deep snow and searing cold of the winter of 1996, for example, left more than 450,000 head of livestock dead on the Great Plains, but took the lives of fewer than 20 bison.
According to Lakota prophecies, should Earth, the Mother of All Life, ever be shaken to crisis by the people living upon her, then White Buffalo Calf Woman will return. In the summer of 1995, a female white buffalo calf, "Miracle," was born in southern Wisconsin. Thousands of prayer offerings fluttered on the fence surrounding the calf, now a cow with offspring of her own. Miracle's birth signaled new hope to the buffalo peoples of the Great Plains. The return of White Buffalo Calf Woman symbolizes the dawn of a new era, and with it the promise of the restoration of the prairie, the buffalo cultures, and Tatanka Oyate, the Buffalo Nation itself.
Speaking Up for the Buffalo
Winona LaDuke is the founder of the White Earth Recovery Project and the Indigenous Women's Network, and author of All Our Relations (South End Press).
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Ashland, Ore. — Almost exactly a year after discovering a brain tumor, an Ashland Middle School student is getting some extra support. That support is coming from Alex Shepherd's own classmates.
Ashland Middle School students adopted Alex as their sparrow this month. Alex said, "It feels like an honor and a blessing to have all these other kids my age help."
The 12-year-old's life was changed forever almost exactly a year ago. He had a seizure that led to the discovery of a brain tumor. It's mean chemotherapy, radiation and four brain surgeries. Even so, Alex has continued doing some of his favorite things doctors didn't think he would be able to do. That includes skiing, biking and surfing.
"They haven't seen a child go back to playing sports, getting A's and doing as well. He's going to be the exception to this," his mom Aushna Shepherd said.
Through Sparrow Clubs, Ashland Middle School students will do volunteer work to raise money for Alex and his family.


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Ted Kennedy's July 30th op-ed in the Washington Post is unbelievable for many reasons....
but the one reason that floors me? 43 YEARS ON THE JUDICIARY COMMITTEE!!!!!
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how messed up a lot of it has been in the past 43 years......well, this explains a LOT! And
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Advances in Mechanical Engineering
Volume 2010 (2010), Article ID 581407, 6 pages
Experimental Investigations on the Effects of Cerium Oxide Nanoparticle Fuel Additives on Biodiesel
1School of Nano Science and Technology, National Institute of Technology, Calicut 673 601, India
2The George W. Woodruff School of Mechanical Engineering, Georgia Institute of Technology, Atlanta, GA 30332-0325, USA
Received 5 June 2009; Accepted 6 October 2009
Academic Editor: Moran Wang
Copyright © 2010 V. Sajith et al. This is an open access article distributed under the Creative Commons Attribution License, which permits unrestricted use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original work is properly cited.
This paper reports the results of experimental investigations on the influence of the addition of cerium oxide in the nanoparticle form on the major physicochemical properties and the performance of biodiesel. The physicochemical properties of the base fuel and the modified fuel formed by dispersing the catalyst nanoparticles by ultrasonic agitation are measured using ASTM standard test methods. The effects of the additive nanoparticles on the individual fuel properties, the engine performance, and emissions are studied, and the dosing level of the additive is optimized. Comparisons of the performance of the fuel with and without the additive are also presented. The flash point and the viscosity of biodiesel were found to increase with the inclusion of the cerium oxide nanoparticles. The emission levels of hydrocarbon and NOx are appreciably reduced with the addition of cerium oxide nanoparticles.