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I am the Preacher's son who stole the bread and broke it with a wrinkled face, the essence weaving behind her retinas. ____ When I stole from the church, Mrs. Worther 'the bird', had spied me sneaking out the vestibule door, from her usual early service perch in the very back pew. She carried this secret for many years, including when she caught me eavesdropping on midweek board meetings from behind crates of cheap wine. Instead of showing scorn, she had given me a warm wink, offering a lesson by leaving me there to think. Mrs. Worther who had been my Sunday school teacher, had made me study the lessons without ever becoming a preacher -- especially later, when it came to my thievery and excursions into the park, where I broke the bread with a wrinkled face, the essence shimmering behind her retinas. I am the Preacher's son, who instead found the presence amongst ducks and swans, when I broke the bread with that crazy old lady - gleaned what I needed to do, and since then, have never again sat in another pious pew. So now, I am the 'bad' Preacher's son. Some people whisper righteously how I have come undone, made a pact with the dark, while I break the bread with that age-old essence in the park. Inception Re-mix March 24th, 2014 (originally written: March 24th, 2010) +/-
I saw him on the highway Thought he was insane Standing with his thumb out In the pouring rain I don't usually stop for hitchhikers But something said I should Besides, it was raining awful hard And the wind was blowing good. I said, "Hop in, it's cold out there. Where you headed on this stormy night?" He said, "Down the road, I really don't care Just somewhere else will be all right. I ain't got no license, so I'm travelling kind of slow They just left me out of prison a few nights ago." I might not have stopped had I known Now we were on this dark road all alone. I didn't know if I was in any danger But as I drove, I listened to this stranger He spoke of life and of acceptance He spoke of sin and of repentance A story of gratitude and saving grace And I saw a smile come on his face. He asked if I'd take him a little farther down And drop him off in another town I was already late but I said okay And I listened to his stories along the way. When he was getting out he said, "Thanks for the hand. God will bless you. Soon, you'll understand." There was a new feeling inside me that I found And I began to turn my life around. I stopped at the prison to find out about Jack And tell him how I got my life on track. The warden listened and he shook his head Saying, "I have a hard time believing what you said. It couldn't be Jack, I'm telling you so. You see, Jack died this day, eighteen years ago." Angels come in strange forms sometimes.
Life has a meaning that nobody knows, like the past and the present everything comes and goes. your life is a mark that can't be erased your problems get worse and they need to be faced. you think things over as you lie in your bed your whole life flashes in your head. where did the madness ever start why won't the pain go away in my heart you ask and you ask when will it be gone, will the hurting inside ever pass on. no one knows the answers except one God, so just live your life to the fullest and try to have fun. because then you may find a love that eventually falls apart and again there's a aching deep in your heart. once again there's that meaning that nobody knows like the past and the present everything comes and goes.
Smile. Laugh. Why must you command yourself? Dont cry. Dont show them your organs. Its all a lie, isnt it? The very fabrics of life. Do they see pain upon your face? Does the sadness seep through? Tears crystalize in your eyes. Your too brave to risk wiping them away, and not brave enough to let them pour. Blink them away. Good, you follow commands. Do you know how to be a leader? Do you close your eyes and walk? Trust me. Follow the sound of my voice. Will i lead you safely? Dont be so sure. We are all liars at our root. Push your self forward.
How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love? I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love. Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers. If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it? Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities. One's feeling doesn't seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort. Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world, Attempts and efforts don't seem to fade away. It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive. So does God understand this? Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many, The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire. The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again. Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon, One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies. As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity, Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt. Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way. There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests. Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.
" From the debt of my heart" The African child Sat behind the bamboo fence He was sober and tense Sputtering and wondering. He forsook the bush meat And the gathering under the moonlight For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties. His clothes were like dried leaves His feet like openings in the eaves He longed to see a brighter tomorrow He clarified the causes of his sorrow; Sins of the father, Fighting not to make things better Therefore darkening the weather, Making his destiny falter and bitter. Tears exuded from the sound of his flute, His fears enlarged like a parachute But one thing he never understood, Watch and pray, oh! African root For your foundation is stinky, filthy, Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.
The autumnal grace that bodes so well For eager souls departs, Upon a dove wore Gaelic prose Devised by naïve hearts, For afterthoughts as echoed dew Sate the doleful needs, Of naïve souls whose hearts dispose Of decadence and greed, For autumnal grace a phrase misplaced In modern times bestowed, With meaning laced with fervent haste That once defined our souls.
I am Reality's angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?
Silence can deceive One's quiet to understand Another to destroy
Ain't a word, you said. but it takes a daring gust for things start to be.
I stand here in this abandoned church listening to the derelict silence of the sombre ambience. I look out of a shattered stain-glass window, my mind has gone blank. The bell rings sending an eerie chime through the dust covered room. My heart is racing from the spine-chilling fear that suddenly floods my body. I look once more; a white dove sits peacefully on the window sill chirping its soft song; tranquillity from deep within a magical heart. The bell rings once more, it startles me, I turn back to peer out of the shattered window, the dove was made from glass.
Futility my heart breathes its last breath Embraces its own death Ready to be reborn and made anew Can't live a lie Refuse to "do" and I'll DIE.... Focus now on why I'll live And never touch the sky. I have to forget you I have to reject you But I will never love anyone like I loved you..... I heard you whisper and you never knew it I wiped the tears from your eyes But you couldn't feel it You're lost and you'll never find you And neither will I And I'm so sorry-- but I'm NOT. I'll attempt to reset Try to forget But you know, I never will. Be my dirty little secret My very worst-kept secret Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison My infernal and endless attraction towards complete and utter self-destruction I fell in love with the devil And it will take one heck of an angel To save me from the likes of you.... My addiction my confusion my nightmare my dream never to come true Oh, I'll never forget the times we never shared I'll never forget how you were never there Always me, the stars, and tears And I ask you, what kind of life is THAT? I have to face the facts I don't know what happens now but it happens without you. The stains will always be there the scars will never fade But the memory of you---- it HAS to. I could carry the torch forever But it would only consume me I can't cry another tear for you Or I'll dry up completely It doesn't affect you and you never deserved me You'll go on with your life, too All, all alone Because you'll only ever be in love with you.
I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home, times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, the act that held me down, something about me I could not see, I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share, love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being? My life will move in the direction I choose, this I know I have always been taught that I choose to be a winner or lose, its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts. Ken Fepulea'i
She bounced right off the inkling . . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging through the galaxies spinning . . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart atwist amidst anticipating ... on Halley's comet tail she flew . . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade in search ... in search . . . . . of something he once said to the atmosphere on a cloudy . . . . . . . . . day over rooftops flurried in December snow in a glance of her cosmic smile, . . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon sang songs of fields of poppies soon budding beneath the snow, . . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust upon the world and the earth shimmered in many colors and gave praise . . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~ and He smiled. x
The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed and evening littered far and wide it encouraged the unfamiliar and everything uncertain. The night accelerated sounds of anticipation as a thousand strangers loomed and I thought him to be a foreigner until he glanced twice as his smile slightly dropped astonishment plagued him Insecurity encompassed me as I turned away in doubt betrayed by the numinous... that often guides my thoughts He left with lady and child, to merge With a thousand anticipating strangers and the northern lights sheltered me the explosions across the sky gave satisfaction -to so much expectation that unexpectedly emerged Then the night was briefly soundless; the applause prolonged as were my duties...by my immersion and within what felt like only seconds he was passing, through a thin pane of glass all I could yield was a smile, a smile to the incredulity within his eyes. Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow, and the difference was indistinguishable.
The time when thy heart'd beat no longer When thy soul'd be shaken by thunder Of the innocent hands of the Death Coming to take hold of thy breath What thou can do but the End to face And lie happily in the Death's embrace? Your body awaits the fire and lashes You'll be crushed to earth and be burnt to ashes No more laughs and no more grins What else to eat but fruits of sins? Thy boasted grandeur shall turn into dust All thy powers and all thy lust Everyone you gulled, everyone you fooled Will all be with you, by the fire cooled! Then the Lord shall rise, and the Love shall reign And then thou shall see all you did in vain Nothing remains then but to sigh and moan How would it feel then? To taste Death alone!
Some divine light Beams upon my life Every day the same sight: A star beyond shallow sky, Would I see you if I die?
I am looking right at you and you don't even know it. I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff. But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff. Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit. Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. Maybe I'll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff. Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff. Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won't quit. Upside down, Inside or out, I'll throw down. I am the clout. Don't mistake my identity, Either or, it's your eternity. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
Of course, who can claim to be my lover Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer That is you, only you, powerful Lord Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word! Seated on the highest altar of my heart Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart Even if the guys will want their friendship's part My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart Feelings are profuse, You have been my only muse Lighting up at all times my fuse Tending all the times to my bruise Blissful are those seated near the Lord Guiding them he is, always away from discord Pray, altruist Lord, Love me endlessly I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony Placed 6th in the contest Endless Love;Gail Doyle
Knock, Knock! Who is it that goes there, It is me; I am in your air, And a deep root we share. Knock, Knock! What on Earth do you want? It is me, the one they daunt. But you and I have to jaunt. Knock, Knock! Would you just go far away? It is me, and forever I'll stay. I 'm here giving you the way. Knock, Knock! Why must you keep bothering me? Because you are one of me and see. I have come to set souls totally free. Knock, Knock! Have you not been here a time or two before? Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door. You've buried me alive deep inside your core! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2008
Swim in the pond of darkness, Dive into a complicated world, Try to breathe the air... Smell the sorrow, Beneath a dark world, Where life doesn't exist, Where souls are drenched with grief, Where words are silent, Eyes do not sleep, Tears do not cry, Hearts never share love, Lies drown in lives, Nothing shines, even The sun gives darkness, Skies fall apart Oceans split into two, Disguised with smiles, While covered with invisible tears, Betraying your own souls, for you're Lost in a web of fear, A life that changes an angel into a devil, A life of sickness with no remedy, A place with haunted hearts... Where Souls never see "life," Prevented from light, A world filled with dishonesty, Souls drowning and dying Tears pretending to smile, but crying, One day, some one will have to face the truth, Souls will rise to the top, and The darkness will fade away....
Look at me I am the life in a wasteland Look at me I am the slavery through the ages Look at me I am the mirror of the world Look at me I am the illusion I've fought for Look at me I'm still loving you and I keep being here for you, for me, and for what's worth breathing
I can hear the silence again I can take back the time to think, to feel, to just breathe. I have held out my hand to slow down time and I have floated back down to myself returned to my body for a while, you see; I am here just on loan. I dont know if I can lose myself again, lose myself to the fear of living, fear of the inevitable, fear of pain inescapable so I think I'm just gonna ride on out on this illusion wave and, you know- If you find a rock to cling to, and it breaks away suddenly, and you find another rock to cling to, and it also uproots itself as well, and you feel uneasy without solid ground you gotta just learn how to be at ease with floating till you gather the courage to fly away into the unknown and pardon my sudden departure. but the next flight is at 12 sharp and its already a quarter to midnight
As in times Love comes softly Whispering my name Sweet softness Of Beauty to behold Love melodies As Two hearts engage Never grows old Stays always Strong Wanting more Time to hold-on Making Moments Long Love lives Forever grasping hold treasures unfold Times truth... Prevails Enchantment... set sails Love encounters Entwines never fails Two hearts… Two souls... binds Man & Woman True Love endures Love Whispers words "I Love You" Love emotions Desirable and true Love engages passion Love is never alone Love always together Never strays as Love calls out Calling each other home Love tender words Two hearts.. heard Conversing... moments Twilights glisten... Love never hides Sharing.. caring.. always listens Love Never Subsides… both-hearts claiming between each-other... deeep inside Whispers… knowing Raising beyond.. growing
The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about. They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light. They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts. They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight. The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are. They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end. They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far. They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own. The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown. The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together. They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen. They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur. They capture what is felt and heard because they're accepted as they're deemed. The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission. They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched. They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception. The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!
Tomorrow's times are in these eyes of mine. Away and far my world shall part. The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep. The Sun will rise as my days still come, The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun. Tomorrow's times are in these days of mine. Far and gone my world shall bond. The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine. Tomorrow's times are in these thoughts of mine. Gone and here my world shall fear. The Lands will separate the world by Sea, And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be. Tomorrow's times I know are mine. Here it is that I fear I'm near. My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight, And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light. ®Registered: Ann Rich 1998
I saw a light shining down on me Thought it was the end of time. And I just couldn't let it I turned to face the bringer But he just walked away Maybe now I can live to fight another day. Wax and feathers won't stand the test of time Falling like a stone only to be shot out again If you can't stand your captors, then don't do the crime I can't walk away this time In silence here I stand alone Climbing the walls is the only thing we can do. Then darkness fell all around the town I heard the sound of heartbeats all at once Screams rang out long into the night Voices rising and falling Now after all, it could all end here Then I heard nothing but the sound of silence. All of a sudden a light began to appear A million eyes all opening at once It was nothing like anything I had seen before But there was hesitation and apprehension It all seemed to land on one man's decision I want to believe, I want to smile And then the doors open and I see a new Eden.
if i woke up from on the kitchen table and saw her standing there at the fridge pouring tomato juice into her bloody mouth, wearing nothing but that yellow dress she cut in half last halloween after walking to the river where she said the most beautiful things about dancing with the moon right before throwing up something black & fleshy-pink on the rock where i was sitting, & we walked back to eat a fried egg standing next to the stove where she would light her cigarettes swigging shady ladys, silently listening to my developing dissatisfaction & some sort of lingering love, if she was here right now, staring blankly at flies buzzing, i wouldn't be surprised, even if it has been three years since she died.
I seen a deepness, hard to describe, it was in only one man's eyes the pain was there and I could see. But in disbelief I did not go. I wish that I could go back again so I could call this man a friend. He was caught in a soul with no relief, the soul was searching for just belief. But i can't find the reason why it travels in time in disbelief. I wonder why that I can't seek I think it's further then I can reach but for some reason I regret the soul I search is only death. Dedicated Howard Hughes
In the mist of life, I have found myself lost and alone in a wood dark and gray. A chill to the bone, a fall to the depth a longing to feel the warm rays of day. There was but one road which ran to a church. There was many roads that ran far in the wood. Like a fool I have run past Elm and Birch this lost road turned to a trail where I stood. A dark cloud now forms a narrow cold sky a wind from the North, which blows coastally. My choice brings no answer only a sigh it made years ago and so willfully. Weary am I of a life on this path wishing to visit my option again. Fearing my Lord or fearing His wrath I backtrack this road but only in vain. Before me a puzzle of rock and stone reaching far back before a road in time planted me deep in a mist with no tone searching for a life, that I could call mine. This narrowing track turns back on itself, the undergrowth soon will stand in my way. In the mist of life, I have found myself Lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.
The "shocking" news gets all the pub, while the worthwhile takes the back seat. People are generally more concerned about the scare that is Britney's hair or lack thereof.Or about the final resting place for Anna Nichole when it is really nothing more than a hole. No, I'm talkin' about the euro supplanting the greenback as currency of choice.And the boistrous voice of one proud and nasty man from Iran.While his nuclear pot does boil and stew, he obsesses with obliterating the Jews. And what about man getting so very smart, smart enough to clone, but then wonder exactly what he's done.And each day more and more lava running into the sea and quake after quake continually rocking our world while an overabundance of hurricanes,typhoons and cyclones does so swirl. No food here....dried up all around.Wait, two states over......flood waters totally cover the ground. And this is no longer rare, it goes like this around the globe... everywhere. And then there is this special place called Israel who's desert was once so barren, now has vegetation galore and God only knows what else is in store for them. Again, not really front page stuff is what is goin' down in China.It is overwrought with an abundance of various diseases from TB to HIV to Hepatitus B.That is just to mention a few. But there are certainly enough where they are mystified and really don't know what to do. Then we have this guy bearing the number 666 who proclaims he is Jesus.Avoiding him would be wise.... might be satan in disguise. The search is still on, but not so much for the truth.Man is content with things that just seem right by todays standards.... lies that tickle their ears and belie their fears. And so amazing is this new fangled computer chip that is implanted under our skin that carries so much information.Might it someday very soon be used by someone who is bent on tracking and peace, though false , and "globalization?" Yes, these most certainly seem to be the labor pains foretold in the Bible regarding the "last days." And yes, like labor pains, they are increasing in both frequency and intensity. No way can mere mortal man keep them at bay. These labor pains will soon lead to the "delivery" of the long awaited Messiah.Only this time, He won't come as a humble child, meek and mild, but instead, a mighty warrior king come to rescue those committed to Him.
There was a day When light was born When the stars burst into being Sweet lights that adorn The heavens above There was a day When the first light rays Spread their wings, Ready to open the opaque Universe, Before there were other things Was it heralded by Angels of another universe? Did they blow their horns, And sing creation's first? And will there be a day, When it all shall be called to cease? And all developed souls, Shall see their last release? Not for us to know, Just to wonder about And when it's time to go, We'll hear the angels Bring an end to any doubt
Life begins, but never ends The world keeps turning, with a spin In the cycle, we are all a part Of the life force, the beating heart; We were made, for reasons unknown Another part of the mysteries untold Many theories, but little evidence As to why, we came into existence
The light has reached us through shattered vessels Yet sparks remain in our souls The face of reality is too bright for us but scattered light in the darkness can ease our pain Touching the infinite with trepidation we see the world through new eyes let us be secure in the knowledge That we must accept that there are forces We will never be able to comprehend
My endless thoughts keep reaching past forever I listen And I only hear the distance not the direction
To hang beneath such skies as these, Sheet blue glass, marbled with white, Clouds threading wisps on a day to seize This glory before the fall of night. I stared aloft with blood infused With springtime's amphetamine jolts, With dandelion seeds and daffodil juice And the sparks from lightening bolts. And in this cool, stately reverie As greenfly crawled upon the rose, The world it shrank microscopically To elements of poetry and prose. A poem of love, the soft whispering words Dripped from the murmur of my lips And drowned the sound of bees and birds, Becalmed the sails of the sailing ships. To listen as a vacuum ruled the earth, To the rhyme wrought in this magic hour, A poem of love, a colossus of worth Bestrode the day with its' power…
And Then… My work finished I glanced back at the clock Ah… The Witching Hour Hung heavy on the next tock My thoughts raced back To childhood days To scary stories Round campfires haze To daunting dares In dark woods maze And then… It caught my eye A phantom shape That just moments before Had been shadows tossed Twixt the walls and floor And I admit Twas' dimly lit Random shapes In chances knit Poorly viewed From where I sit And then… I saw it move Just then I thought Tis' time to trust and pray And steady my hearts resolve Should this be the reckoning day And then I swear The room grew cold Events purpose Moved to unfold My chest I clutched My soul to hold And then… I heard it speak "Time is at hand" And those words comforted it seemed And my God in a timeless moment I became one with all I'd dreamed Tis' certain this Event of page Will visit all Upon life's stage Fully quenching Life's burning rage And then…
Being falsely accused This can leave a very bad bruise And at the end someone will loose Because somebody can't handle the news Being falsely accused isn't good When the person not doing the things that you think they should I know it's not all about me,but it's not all about you God knows the words we say,and every thing we do People so often fail to realize there's 2 sides to every story So just give Jesus all the praise,and glory.
Last night when I was watching the bright trail of the plane near so many stars, I cried. My time is hiding in the endless stretch of God's hand that holds us all together in its grip. Together! "There's so much we went along together, and you left me." Laughter can not stop, nor tears, nor time. Exclamations that do not fit any of the pain or joy remains etched in the memory of the gods. Nothingness must have their own sense otherwise there would be nothing of our movements within our perception. Changing your vision in a different environment images will not longer tied to one arm, which has undertaken to be our destiny. Try to keep wasp in your hand and you will understand how important it is that we might become the wasps. We welcome our escape in the greatest mystery of the origin of this farce. Laughter can not stop nor tears nor time. "Walls of this city must fall in honor of our gods!" My friend takes the sword from his drawings and defend innocent busty women. They promised him a night to remember when he will get out from the clenched fist using their depth. Sighs from paradise opens door in which guards stand. Dragons and pumas on the path of transformation. Oblivion? "Do not come back! We will finish what we started! " It's late. Clouds in aimless wandering and relief. Feeling of exhaustion and laughter that can not stop, nor tears, nor even time. God's hand grabbed us from the very beginning of our existence. We were wrong in only one that we did not know to keep an endless pleasure. So do not ever ask why the universe is infinite. God is watching us all the time and can not stop laughing, and neither tears nor time.
Hebrews 13:2 "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." "Authors Note: This is a true short story/poem of my strange encounter with a dear, homeless man named Sam. This happened in 1992, when I was living in Grass Valley, Ca. These are not actual pictures of Sam, but they remind me of him in so many ways. We should care about people, all people, homeless or otherwisez' ***Dedicated to Sam*** ____________________________________________________ Part 1 He stood alone on the corner on a local, busy, traveled street In ragged clothes holding a sign standing in the cold or heat "Anything Helps,God Bless", it says, on his small cardboard sign "I'd appreciate whatever you give, even a nickel or a dime". Most all the drivers pass him by, seeming not to care But every time I see him, I feel such a need to share I've seen him at other places in that same part of town A place where the homeless go; those that are lonely and down There's a shelter down the street, a couple of blocks away It's called "Open Door Mission" a place where the homeless stay I want to cry when I see this place, full of children, women and men Driving down by the Mission down on Nicholas Street, I see them picking through dirty, garbage bins Glad when they find a piece of clothing, or joyful for some aluminum cans Some people think it's shameful when others are down, or in such paltry jams I think to myself, "How can they feel this way, it could be them or me"! "Open your eyes", I want to yell out loud, "Isn't this the land of the free"? How far have we come from this ideal, 'Land of the Free, Home of the Brave"? On our holiday, the Fourth of July, does that saying mean the same today?
You've maddened me to the core You singed me with your ferocious fire We're opposites… we'll never integrate We can't blend with each other… Your love and I'm hate We're contrary to each other… So don't even think about Getting us back together Because without a doubt, We don't click with each other… So let us go our own way… Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be deleted from my mind… I'm not the one that should pay the price You act as if you're an angel from heaven But, you're a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice? Could someone unchain me from this prison? So let us prepare for that day… Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds Taking over us…we're wasting valuable time Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind I'm regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime You think you're innocent? I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you Do you live to feed me anguish? Don't deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue Let's get ready for battle… I'll watch you decay… IT'S PAY BACK TIME . . . Taste my fury and my agony Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be defeated… I scream before nightfall I close my eyes to kiss my demise I want to disappear Scratch away my desolation Wipe away my tears… Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall Tonight, there will be dismay There will be suffering After sundown… Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky Who will earn the crown? No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye Why are we black and white? Are you too afraid to know the reason why? Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to suffer alone…
The castle of my dreams has the purple windows. Through this windows you can not see the widows, only you can see are strange shadows walking through the mirrors. The thunder and an angel announce a galactic storm with extremely changes for all creatures in our false world. The mining camp is empty, someone have taken all gold. These are the same people who have stolen our freedom, our mind. I know one thing about this life that the simple wishes never comes. Only salvation is that you must escape from your mind because the mind create wishes. The castle of my dreams is defending us from our screams, our fears. The castle of my dreams is made by our diamond tears.
Sometimes things are up, And sometimes they are down, Sometimes black is white, And sometimes it is brown. All the rivers flowing, Back to the sacred sea, All the monkeys climbing, Up the very same tree. You think you know a lot, Think you know it all, But the autumn leaves are falling, At the north wind's lonely call. The thinking of the meaning, The reasons lost and gone, At last the place is ready, A vacant holy throne. The emptiness that fill you, Fills you from inside, Is the treasure you are holding, The bridegroom's holy bride. And now the north wind's blowing, Blowing down the Way, And now we sit here waiting, For the bridegroom's wedding day. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy And fantasy becomes reality. The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable. In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny. In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects. In the dream world wishes don't count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.
Christmas Rebels It was about a weak After that night walk The unknown dangers, Made known, turned me weak, I was managing myself, After my heart was pulled, From where it sank, I was yet in the oven, Of my haven, To dry up the coldness, And the wetness, Of that fearful night loneliness, Today is Christmas, The whole mass, Was joyous, Every home, glorious, Meat was plenteous, Rice and beans. Was every homes means, Children bouncing in, New goat skin jackets, Mother's dressed in costly Beads and all the way, Father leads. For Christmas had taking over, Taking over the African Shrine, It supplied a joyous sunshine. Our pockets were full of cowries, Like a goldmine, Happiness was mine, For the usual war seemed To be hidden, and our teethes where like, "Forever opened". Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas. Providing joy each time it surface, But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon. Christmas night came, so we visited Our beds as night rang it's bell, (To be continued in the next, same Poem).
Mystery does not have to be errie, dark, fearful. Mysteries can be inviting, especially in prayer and meditation. Close your eyes. See darkness turn to light. Allow the light to guide you into your inner soul. Allow the strength of your soul to completely encapsulate your physical body. As you stay in the light, think of a positive loving word... LOVE is all right. See the light, hear the LOVE. As light and LOVE mix, messages and thoughts will come to understanding. Understanding the mystery of the unknown brings the mass of the universe into your life, into your soul. Allow mystery to come into your life. Louis Drago
Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and "o.k." As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: "YOU MUST be born again." Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. "Be ready for my coming" is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton
So much of life Is like walking a beach all alone; Where you began is lost in the white distance behind Where you are headed a mystery as well. We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles We gather along the way, One for the joys One for the troubles. Both bags get a little heavier The further we go. Mostly it's a long silent walk With a boundless sea whispering by our side In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind. But here and there we stop And turn to gaze out over that sea, Fingering pebbles as we do. And sometimes, if we're very lucky, And we wait and listen long enough, The whisperings begin to make sense And we become aware that An unseen Someone, A special Beloved, Has been pacing us all along; That we have never been truly alone. One must be careful not to turn too fast, To try to see this Beloved, Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue. The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself; Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness, And we shall see that our silent companion Looks exactly like ourselves As we appear in others' eyes. And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough, They will vanish before us And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes, And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect. If we can do this but once, We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea, Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us; We will understand its language of song and laughter, And disappear into everything joyfully To the sound of our own Perfect and infinite Laughter As the great whirling dance Begins again.
Don't Trust Your Eye's Don't trust me. With every word I believe in you. How many times have I hurt you? How many times did you save me? Your eye's shouldn't trust everything they see. With my heart,those are my eye's. Not if it clouded with lies. I can feel you,your no lie. Why do you insistent ? For you will disappear if I don't keep you close. Aren't you not selfish,why do you trust this image? I don't trust my heart to you,I trust my well being.You've never let me fall to fair where you couldn't reach me before. How do you know I won't betray you in the end,for I am a spawn of the devil. For you was once an angel with a heart. What do you now believe? The mouth.It curses those without any knowledge of the truth that lies deep inside. So where does my truth lie? In a kiss.That comes from your heart. Your not afraid you'll lose everything in the end? I'm afraid of what can touch me but hasn't. How can you be so open when I stand between you and death.Is there not a life you wish to live? You as to many question.Your not allowed to ask with your mouth which only know's lies. Then where should I ask from? Look into my eye's. Look into my soul. Watch and don't be afraid. You how can you? Life is completed when a person is in sher sync with themselves. What I a fool?...Is that what I'm taken for? No in truth your eye are shown lies so you heart is clouded and your soul is being torn. Is there no way to escape this.Mistress of Truth and of lies? There is but yourself can only fix. As I bow I pledge myself to thee as I once did all those years ago. And I will take you like I did all those year ago. Let see eye to eye and never trust what we see. For it only clouded are heart. Twist are minds. And tears are souls. Look not with your eye's for they no longer can be trusted.
Cont. from Part 3 Three months now, no trace of Sam has ever been found to this very day I think he was an angel from above, I don't know what else to say I hope he's at home in Heaven with God and his beautiful wife I believe he was sent to teach me a lesson and to share with me his life If you see someone in need don't just walk on by, please don't treat them so unfair When you pass them- stop - give them a smile, send them a heartfelt prayer Try to help someone else, the best that you possibly can Always try to remember... this isn't where their homeless life began _______________________________________________________________ I felt very privileged to have met this kind man But so saddened by his heartfelt story Was he an angel sent from God? I don't know, I only know I met a very, special man... a man named Sam ___________________________________________________ ***Dedicated to Sam***
so honest i know your afraid to love , for the simple fact you are hurting yourself inside, why hide from your feelings inside, explore the obvious of the nature that you can bring and just believe in yourself through all means, keep your head up no matter what life has in store for you. now you know through all of this you will make it through, be conscience of your surroundings and care for the next man , before you know it your life is still in your hands , so be honest to yourself and others no matter what god got you covered...
Fear of dying I have me no beliefs To me they're childish And come through all the fear one has To me they mean to wish But I have faith that destiny Will take me where it goes Though what tomorrow well might bring I really do not know. I have no fear of dying I'm not neurotic in this way Though when the end does come to me At the ending of my days I may well panic, I don't know Whatever is will be Yet while I'm here and filled with life That's good enough for me. Belief is caused through fear And when that fear is gone Why is there need to worry Whether life will still go on Maybe once I never was And I won't be again But I won't let fear worry me And drive my mind insane. 1 December 2013 @ 0715hrs.
The ultimate sensation and so pure, Skips a beat, uncontrollable, yet feels amazing, Beating simultaneously - an intense magnetism
Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors, I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore, When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person, Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem? Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place, Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds, Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers. Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone? Who gets to judge about numbers? Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship? More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age. With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies. When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong? Doesn't sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age. Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion. Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.
Omniscient guy Yet he lets bad things happen How can he exist?
Overcoming Evil With Good... "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." This verse from scripture is often misunderstood. Many tend to "get back" at someone who's "wronged them." Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend. You cannot fight evil with evil-- this isn't God's plan! His concept of love and mercy-- you need to understand. Remember the words Jesus said in the beatitudes. Perhaps this can stop any "revengeful attitudes." You were called to be holy-- with Godliness in mind. To be filled with his mercy... being gentle and kind. Rise above whatever evil may come your way/ Overcome by doing this with God's goodness... today! Allow the cross of Christ to be lifted up in your life. Allow his spirit to remove all malice, bitterness and strife. A compassionate and loving person in you... others will see! What you do today--will impact your eternity! An overcomer of evil is often difficult to do. Obey and trust God-- He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton Rom. 12:21
Tolerance and love is preached… But, at what price? Too often we forget about Jesus' sacrifice! His death was because our sin counted against us. He died on the cross because he truly loves us! How dare we "cheapen" his work on the cross! In today's "political correctness.." We have lost! In the love and acceptance, we call it "inclusion." This has led many into a serious "confusion." Many want the loving side of God. I can't blame them! But those who seek his holiness… Can you name them? God is a God of love. But he requires holy living too! This is not a request but a command me and you! If it's tolerance and love you want… Look no more! You'll be able to find it washed up on sin's shore! The people of Israel wanted "free love." Look what it got them! Being slaves and captives, is what it taught them! God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire! Living a righteous life is what he really desires! "Without holiness… No man shall see him." That's why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him! Won't you allow your sins to be totally forgiven? Only Jesus can change the way you've been livin'! He gives eternal life to those who diligently seek him! The choice is yours to repent and receive him! By Jim Pemberton
**A WINNING POEM** That night, my heart pleaded i should Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's Old inn. Enormous was my concern to reach home And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet. About "create your own form, may be?" I embraced the night and darkness mingled With my eyes; Yonder are night workers, Here and there they wander, Seaching for who to plunder, Oh! what a mighty wonder. Look at that supermarket, And a man with a mask, Gun and matchet, He most be a burglar, Oh! i must be undercover, Or else i step into danger, For the night is in dark anger. "Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim, Something must have wrought a cry, Who will be the rescue? For me, this night walk must linger. Look at the police, having me as an Accomplice, they need my identity and money, Yet yonder is the victim crying.... Look over there! drug users Assembling in dark corners, Swaying like feathers, In the midst of their daily rituals, That is never beneficial, Oh! blind earth leading to an open death. Group upon groups, stationed in their post, Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter, Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter. Charles melody has seen wonder And endless palaver. Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone, Men eager and bold, Heads bounce like ball, Suddenly, calmness...... Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict? Lord when will these pass over? For i am likening to salt in water, Never to calm and ponder, The night walk seemed not to be over. For the night is in dark anger.... BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink) **14TH PLACE IN CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST, WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC". =============================== The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." i formed it so because the thought kept coming like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind, i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little African village and the war that covered it. For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.
Deep uninterrupted meditations Thoughts and imaginations going way deep Through galaxies and celestial habitations Failing to make the slightest of sounds as they creep Seeking acquaintance with an omniscient being An unprecedented level of closeness With a Father never seen And a Creator of unthinkable mysteries
Letting my eyes look within 'I am here, I am me' I state every day Though I play with the words just a bit yet always the message it be just the same There really is no doubt about it I am trying to enter the essence of me I'm letting my eyes look within I go to my center and look at my source That space far away from the din. Been doing this thing for just gone four years And I'm feeling the changes that come My mind be more mellow, and life feels real good And the anger, it seems has gone dumb Little things that mattered don't matter no more I care not who's wrong or who's right I look at my me ness and find me the force Of all of life's wondrous delight. I am here, I am me, these words I do state And this it be my daily song As I let the mind seek the source of itself And feel myself truly belong To the stars and the trees and the whole Universe As I realize, everything's me I just want to be Mr natural man I just want my mind to be free.
The Three Days of Darkness, A Poem It is true this prophecy That the mightiest things of God come in threes There were three wise men and three sets of gifts There were at least three apostles that loved to fish There are three parts to the Almighty Godhead And 3 days my Father in the tomb lay dead It is true He showed me his beautiful face in peace just lying there It was a most angelic vision that he delivered to me He wanted me to see the power of the number three And that this prophecy is soon to come true Three days of darkness is surely upon you, he said to me with his gentle voice Three days of darkness for all of mankind What will occur during these three days you might ask? It will be the greatest treasure to the universe For the Lord God Almighty and his precious Father will walk amongst the earth They will meet with each and every citizen and give them one final chance One final chance to see them face to face before the trump shall sound He will say to his children, I Am the Messiah and I have been found by so many Won't you care to join me in my heavenlies? I am giving you this final chance to make your allegiance to the One True God It is I, Jesus Christ, that came down from my throne to set all of humanity free It is I, Jesus Christ, that wants you to know how very sorry I am that the enemy Has wreaked such havoc upon this earth I am coming soon in the clouds Be thirsty for me Much calamity is coming to your earth soon It is only a matter of moments away Won't you please come into my presence this day I am knocking on the door to your heart And I want to make Myself known to all of mankind I am giving you all one final chance When you see the 3 days of darkness upon you Gather your families and sing praises to me There will be many evil things lurking about in the darkness Stay in your homes and stay close to me Claim the blood of Jesus Christ upon your doorposts Claim the blood of Jesus Christ upon everyone you know I am the Lamb that was slain for the sins of the world This is a poem and this is a prophecy Listen to the words of our Almighty God He will use any method to get his words out to the masses Even a lowly person like me All hail the power of the name of Jesus Christ! Written by Gwendolen Rix 8-4-14
Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There's a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; "this is a great church!" It's really cool!" "We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!" "We have great people too.." "This is most certain!" "You're invited to a service that is really great." "It last one hour so make sure you're not late." "You'll find a great service in just one hour!" "You'll have a great time." "And will feel God's power." "The worship is great too!" "The music will stir your soul!" "Getting more people into our building is our goal!" I thought; "In this great church, is something missing?" In this "greatness…" What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ' body's purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a "good feeling?" Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem "old fashioned." I'd rather have Jesus than the "greatness of a church" any day. I'll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It's in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance It was some of the angry mobs and resistance Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom Like all other kingdoms it fell in random Fire started in the castle And along with it came a battle It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew Many things in this child that made memories stew My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die She ran into the bushes in such a fright And evil doers were running around with flashlights Mastrey remember it as he distracted them Her eyes was so confused with problems Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred His feelings of what those people did was not awkward The distraction worked, he went back to were she was Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because? Her answer that night depended on her lively hood As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
The voice, angelic, sings beyond the sealed door Draws its tune from Prescences profound, From Beings not in this world found; A gift conferred to none before, As treasures from the Deeps to shore. Her notes align to build the sound That enfolds the mystic all around, That skywards lifts her eyes once more. Given to God while yet a child, Hildegard's world was made of faith; He life a-crowd with visions. She endured their incandescence wild Within her head, and proved such wraiths May make a Heaven of their prisons.
The Emperor and the holy man Once, a long, long time ago There lived an Emperor He had conquered half the world He couldn't be worshipped more And everyone within his realm They done what he did say For each knew that to disobey him Could mean his dying day. One day this Emperor did decide To sail to India He'd heard about those holy men And the tales in him did stir A lot of curiosity He decided he would go And find one, then bring him back home He had a need to know. Romanda was a holy man He's deeds were legendary He never wore no clothes at all And everyone could see That he was someone very special Many had seen his power And they knew that time with him Could bring one's soul to flower The Emperor sent some men to find That holy man, did he He told them bring that Guru back Deliver him to me So off they went to do his will But Romando he refused He said your man must come to me Those soldiers were confused! The Emperor, he was upset He found that holy man He offered him jewels and, and money too And he did not understand When our hero turned him down again He drew his sword on him It didn't look good for the holy man That Emperor looked grim! Romanda told the Emperor "My friend, chop off my head If this is what you're bound to do But you won't kill me dead I left this body years ago You cannot kill what's not Oh, you may kill this shell I'm in But that's not worth a lot. He said 'why do you conquer Don't you know, it's a disease? When you have conquered everything Will you then be at ease Put your sword away, my friend Don't be so childish now Know you a man who says he's great He really has no power". The Emperor was beaten by A naked, unarmed man The great man? Stood there foolishly He did not understand How this man was unafraid He'd never glanced within Great Emperors, they only know The mind and all its din. 12 September 2013@1835hgrs.
Tanka/ Haiku Dionysian's Drunken Roman Bacchante (1) footnotes God of the Maenads' (2) Female appreciation Tainted murderous servants Maniacal twist Hold each- a sensuous kiss Trained not by hubris Phalli held in revere His spirit flows through rapture Beloved Bacchus Honors Ancient Helena Amathia(3) scorns- Succubus eat them alive Gynarchy apothesized Bacchanalians' (4) Hold wild dances- Worship Drunken honored god Children and men torn apart In a sensuous moment Oh! Oh how we sing! Dionysus flows his wine How we rhyme and chime- Frenzied ****ing in circle Prove to Him our Miracle "Your desires speak- My beloved enchantress Sweat, dance, Love for Me Use My phallice, drink My wine- Worship Me till end of Time" (Haiku) Merry speak, Father As life sprouts forth within spring- Priapic flower. Mythical Treasure Is the lie of unbelief Common man's relief Under torch in deepest wood Ladies did dance unrestrained In religious ecstasy. 1. Bacchante- Greek & Roman Mythology A priestess or female votary of Bacchus 2. Maenads-Greek Mythology A woman member of the orgiastic cult of Dionysus.. A frenzied woman. 3 Amanthia-Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus it is roughly wisdom's opposite. It means recklessness, deep ignorance about oneself and the nature of the universe. It leads to excess, impatience. He irrationally rejects Dionysus and the new religion; his unthinking and uncompromising scorn for popular piety and the new teachings is neither rational nor open-minded. But he is also very young, and his youth in part excuses his crimes 4 Bacchanalian (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
I was thinking of the soul that mysterious un-proven source of being. Thoughts came to me of a mystical place where in the mossy ground of a sacred forest a portal existed below the quadrivail of four ancient rivers. a cave deeply etched by a many ages- the pericopic carving of rushing waters into a clear, deep pool of a most unbelievable blue . Precious, orange zircons formed the floor…ligures for holy men's robes a resevoir of more than nature's beauty an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths knowable, only by divine revelations. And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts- a truth from ages past and a faith that was positive in time and space. For Shadow's Word Challenge
God – what a wonderful word!
The night air made her feel tired As she looked out side all the fences were wired In the distance she hears crowds yelling As she was to young to know they were rebelling Father she asked where are we going? Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking Mother yelled in the night air Father gave out a blank stare They yelled run my princess run as far as you can As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost She knew it will take burden on her at a cost But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt My Story Telling Together In A Strange World
I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so "bored." When they were singing the songs, some didn't seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another "yawn." Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply "get bored with everything?" As the preacher arose to preach his "Sunday sermon best." "Fill between the lines," he said… This was to be the "test." Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a "closing prayer." I noticed many of the people were "happy to get out of there!" I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… "Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?" "Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I've heard about?" "Has the power of God in many churches been 'kicked out?'" I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a "boring Sunday experience." May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton
It was a home on the river we lived . It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life. I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare We, as a Family of seven , moved into this river house Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by . Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a apparition he appeared . He was not there to scare or frighten , the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear. He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River . The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide . Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there . Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , you are important to someone whom cares . If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone , call for help , call a Friend . "This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh… I'm venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul's drying out… like a drought… Drain out the fluids from my heart It's gouging me…bruising me to the core… **chorus** Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky… You fall in my arms – you die so warm Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits From the…underground…and release me – I'm breathless I'm drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… Remember me…I'm falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I'm bleeding so softly – cut out the wood… Splintering me…I'm shattering… and I'm falling in the abyss Bring me more radiance from my candle light Warp me up in bliss…don't let the midnight sky…don't take away my delight From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I'm failing *chorus* I'm drowning in regret…ooh..oh… Hit the bull's eye in my heart…embrace the light And don't leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite! Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night And don't let the dusk escape us… I must confess… I must confess… I hate to see you abandon the light… But I'm not the one to save you from the night Ooh…ohh… *Chorus* Splintering lies fill your heart I want to kiss it goodbye… But you've mastered it like a piece of art I want to kiss the abyss and die… Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul But I'm failing and the end of time has taken its toll Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart But the anguish still swarms in my heart… I'm failing…my heart stops beating And my desires are fleeting From my grasp And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… *chorus* Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me… As I fall in death's arms…I die so cold And your heart is made of gold Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares Answer our prayers & block out the night Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears Unravel Your words of life & delight
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
Peace surrounds me on this day in May as I let destiny have it's own way I smile down on whom I am made grandly by all my yesterdays I will live again and all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter I am destiny's lost prodigal child, May has been a source of pain for me Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times but not today, the day after yesterday beginning all my tomorrows We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers picking them and hanging them up to dry somehow in making something beautiful we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died We can not always hold onto our flowers some do not fare well to the process of living dry so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring and I pat my body down, I lived through the night yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them , but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower? the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive, none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed, for how can we say nice things about something, we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain, that should always be allowed to grow wilder, to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!
The pleasure of the lake Each day I charge my batteries With a stroll down to the lake It's a must, to walk those wetland trails It gives the mind a break From all the turmoil of each day It's a journey into peace As those dancing trees that ride the breeze Give my soul such sweet release. So many things there, one might see In those wetland trails I walk I find there at Lake Joondalup A place where nature talks With wild birds everywhere one looks And frogs, and kangaroos Little lizards, perhaps a snake So much there welcomes you. That such a place could dwell in Perth This gives me so much pleasure. Communing each new day with nature To mne, this be a treasure. This lake, it reaches out to me And tells me 'Life is good' It's such a joy to have this lake Here in our neighbourhood. 22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.
You've got to love your life. I'm drifting through my life As I climb those rocky trails The only place I want to be is now The Spring comes, me just sitting here As the grass grows by itself I never did want too much, anyhow. Can't worry about your burdens One has to travel on The past can't do no damage, it be gone And the future, well there's no one knows No matter what they do You cannot stop those hands from moving on. You've got to love your life That's the only way to go There ain't no going back to what's been done Cause life was made for loving The song you sing is yours You're a one off soul, you be the only one. You have to live your story No matter where it goes No matter what the hard knocks you might gain The road might lead to nowhere Yet dance it anyhow When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
Glimpses of epiphany Once, a long, long time ago I was filled with cares and woe I thought that I was going to die And the fear of it, it made me cry As life became a misery Self-pity came enfolding me. And then one day amidst the trees Something did take on over me The trees lit up like Christmas lights Glistened silver, sparkling bright And I fell beneath the mystery My heart all filled with untold glee A whisper seemed to fill my soul The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole And I knew, I had no doubt at all That everything is wonderful And since that day a peace has been Making my world so serene 20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs. For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest
WHY ARE CHURCH DOORS LOCKED? I have been a member for many years. I attend when ever I can. I pray and pay. I guess, I took it for granted, but not anymore. I must stand up for all that want to know. For all that need to know. No! I am not a hero, but I would like to know. There was a time in my youth, when it was un-thinkable to lock a church door. Did congress pass a law, while I was sleeping? Should I call the sheriff? Why didn't the pastor tell me? Does he know? Did he lock the front door, side door, and even the back door? Does God know, the doors at the church are locked? Saints, we are in big trouble. Okay! Let's get serious. Are you trying to keep something locked out? Are you trying to keep something locked in? This could be a sin. There are two individuals in the congregation that I can ask. They certainly must know answer. After all, their name is Brother Lock and Brother Smith. Yes! The Lock Smith Brothers. Now if the Devil is locked up, when I leave church, I'm okay with that. You say, I should not worry about this. Well! It is now at the top my list. I want to know more. It's time to stop church crime. Dr. "G"
It's here at last At last the spring is really here The weather's warm and sweet The doves up in the seed trays coo As so peacefully they eat The fountain plays a melody As wispy clouds up in the sky They form in me these images As the morning passes by Geraniums in their many hues They shine out in the sun The dog runs round with rubber bone He's having heaps of fun The mulberry tree is so alive She loved that winter rain She knows as she grows her baby shoots That the rain was not in vain. The washing hanging on the hoist Gives out such sweet perfume One would think the gentle rose Was close with tender bloom Mauve hibiscus dances softly Within the cooling breeze And all of this portrayed together It gives my mind such ease. 9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.
A footstep so smooth; A word so candid, yet strong: A mind, so full of empathy, came straight up to my heart: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? The long pile of stories of life, Unfolded, into your lap, with tears — Some horrid, some slimy, but all true. Solutions and steps were put forth: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? Moments of silence, in tears, Emotions riding high, Darkness so deep, fathomless; Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. Life sprouts, naturally, With light, and manure — right, Springing from words of wisdom: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? A ray of light sprouted, as did life, From within me; and my words Grew wings of fire, and sprung Right onto paper, as poems and news. Alas, the thrill lasted not long — Black venom of the fire of Satan Swirled around me, eating me up: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? The silence, construed as disregard, The lag and the arguments; Words of war, and then — SILENCE. Search, search, search… Life went off action; No sound, no light, no life. SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we — after all — strangers?
Footprints on water So hard To see
Grandmother Moon cherishes me, kisses my forehead with her light. She reigns supreme over her kingdom, smiling down upon this humble spirit. I whisper to her of my dreams, hopes prevailing in spite of the odds. A tear forms in the corner of my eye as I challenge her to answer my prayers. I extend my hand, longing to touch her, to soak up her ancient wisdom and beauty. I can feel her gentle smile, she embraces me, bringing me comfort, her radiance guiding. She has been witness to the cruelties of man, more than I could ever imagine. Broken dreams scattered into the night her children gather around her, wink at me. Nissa, Nissa, I cry out to her. Is all lost? Is there no more hope for my people? A voice softly answers in my mind, there is always a glimmer of hope. Grandmother Moon watches over me, ruling the tides of my heart, my spirit. She is listening to me, tasting my tears, caressing the delicate tendrils of my soul.
This is a script to read again Its wordings are clear- no blunder Each page on its own is a sane It has distinct words to ponder I'm yet to find its replacement This is a script to read again It's obvious in its endowment A script fit beyond thousand reigns With what I've seen, I've much to gain Those about lives before our own This is a script to read again Can any author beat this Lone? In everything it's just the star I think its lost can't be regain It's the same here and in Dakar This is a script to read again. 28/5/2013
My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir! I am down back to zero going again you see. I carry a silver stick just for you not for me. Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir. Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr. My summer is magic my winter cues as be. I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee. But in between this world is a cross to incur. And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross, Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be at a great loss! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009 .
Turn On Your Light. Turn on your light Turn on your light Light the velvet softness of your night You might have felt that breath of sweetest power In that silver moon That paints the twilight hours Have you ever felt that mystic pull That takes you from the smallest flower To melt into the all. I sometimes stand there staring at the sea As each wave reaches out to destiny To fade and then to come back So another wave might form To be destroyed Then to be reborn…. Turn on your light Pass no judgment, who's to say what's right? No need for this when light is shining bright Have you felt such magic Have you felt that pull It's something that must happen to each fool He must learn how to melt into The silence of the all. The secrets they be wrote within your soul Seek them out and let them make you whole Each flower it must bloom then die So know your precious I Must be destroyed To be reborn…
Death is not the end, but a start of new life
Innocent Perfection Of Vibes Across The Telephone Line A stranger call's familiar voice familiar tone How do I amend for such a tone? Sinecure as a ghost to father past question remain have we met before? So the question that I a post do you believe, in coincidence or do you belief in fate So I decide to chat with her a minute to find out what her truth agenda was- As we would speak more and more we would start and finish one another sentence's And time with in time we would speak of the exact words in between sentences, a rare a currency Indeed Solomon tears do applied to form but I what it to pause and ask her, sure You don't have the wrong number what a coincidence that I was nineteen all on my on, and As I beginning to fall to sleep the telephone had begun to ring. Maybe it was fate As when I did decide to get a phone to get long distance as well, it looking in deeper. Only a fool would be dumb Found it to Hang up on such a soothing tone. As she kept the conversation with in an hour about her son that got Injury in College sports that happen to be part Cherokee same as me All I kept thinking is when did I register to vote? Soul channeling bed chancing we seem to be on a different plane, Maybe it's me or maybe it is us if god put us together surely the heaven would rumple, A vibe this strong could surely deceive the devil, (hat trick) Ghost handle of a ring barrel of a magnificent figure of mist of sure air of breeze seen such vibes across The Telephone line chills ran up and down my body standing strain hair up to freeze saying to myself what a Wonderful innocent of perfection to make an acquaintance still hook on the fact it was coincidence as She Apologize for speaking so long and thank me for being a great listener- Two and half years later time well spend in the hood that felt more like prison and trust me I'm from the Projects Like Ice cream milk and cream please and what I was told if I could make it in That hood I could make it in any giving hood giving the repetition of My city – It may have been fate as the whole project was rebuild spiritually and finance by the state And I had move into an apartment complex as I was told could go for a 1,000 in upstate; fate or coincidence as this familiar voice would call again but this time different name And she what it to sell me a product and what me to be partners in a company and water who could Market water and profit and, Idea Chesire to believe, but those that did belief proceed and say once again I said to myself when did I get money all and all six year later I was and looking to relocation the phone rings again instead of Asking Was this coincidence or fate? First thing came to mind was "Some One Clue Me In"- I figure out whom this Anonymous person was But when I say who in the world gives gift cards for cable all away from west Coast to "City That I'm From" saying to myself, is it still a recession? Was this fate? I had a place to live or did I have a Guardian Angel? Question after Question Miss and serve me- Will I ever get pay for my endeavors and read a quote that said "no good deed goes unpunished" And phone ring once more- To The look in A man's eyes never lies asking once more Was This Fate Or Coincidence- And the last words that came to mind before the college basketball finals game came on was Captivating and Memorizing-
Forgive me Father for I have sinned, for being born with you to begin, its been a long time since my last confession, I don't wont your blessing, lies and resurrection. I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith, cant stand my own kind, humble in hate, I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved, erase me from your list, buried, unmarked, graved. Abused as a child, bloodstains of a man, only shovel awaits, forgive me if you can.
A Lesson From the Buddha The Buddha had been getting round And listening to the crowd. He'd often sat there silently And heard them moan so loud About their own sad burdens And all the hurt they'd had. So he thought up a little plan That didn't seem half bad. He called the crowd together Said "listen here you guys I've been thinking for a great long while And I have thought it wise To grow a special tree for you And here it lies before you Now listen well to what I say I'll tell you what to do" He said "this tree before you It's to hang your troubles on Each one of you must go to it And your troubles will be gone As you hang them on it's many branches Then what you'll need to do Is take yourself some others burdens And make them part of you" The people thought that this was cool It seemed a grand old way To rid themselves of all their burdens It was a happy day! As each smiling so broadly Placed there burdens on the tree Then they thought for just a while And they began to see. As each the truth did hit them More restless did they get At least they knew their burdens So each with no regrets Did race back to that trouble tree To grab what they had hung there The Buddha smiled good humoredly He had made them all aware. 29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.
You are a person i've met before. The man who stands knocking at my door. I remember you from my dreams, Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams. You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain. You are the man I stood next to in line. You are the man I passed by I danced as you sang the songs chorus. I pushed my way through... the sea of people and stopped next to you. Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you I found my way out, I hurried my way through. I walked away having not met you. A second glance, I did not take, unaware that our meeting was fate. You are a person i've met before, Sometime ago on a night like tonight, The air was warm, the stars shining bright The night that we met, I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest You asked me for a cigarette. An open chance to conversate knowing this interaction would not lead to a date We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests. such as music and poetry, art and astrology. At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind. Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime. You are a person i've met before, I've read your book of poetry at the local book store. you write of life, love and family. You are a person i've met before, I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore You are the artist I dream of meeting You are a person i've met before. You are the man in my dreams, Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams. I've met you 100 times before, You are the man who stands knocking at my door.
Here I am Running away, Walking at the beach, counting the days, I see the sun, I covered my face. Feeling the wind, I know I can't win in this race. I sat under A tree, feeling the sand with my feet, Oh how I want to be free. These days the problems kept me captive. These shadows of fears seems to be abrasive. I just want to stay, I don't want to leave, It's better in this Island, there are matters you can still believe. Clear waters, Aqua sky, I envy the birds that soar & fly. I want to sing another lullaby, I sat on a swing & a flashback pass by. But in every decision you have to be wise. I don't know why, but to me this is paradise. And now I lay down on the sand, A melody that should be put to an end. And again I wiped my tears, It's because of these unending fears. I am hurt, and I am weak, Then I looked up asking what to seek. Like a little girl I cried, I wanted comfort because I'm tired. Tired of seeing people lying, tired because I'm also hiding. tired of all these unanswered questions. tired of people with their exaggerated opinions. And I don't want to go back, cos I know I'm safe here. But God gave me that courage to fight w/ every fear. Maybe I am confuse now, and maybe not yet satisfied, But my Faith is giving me the assurance I'll have a balanced Life.
Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It's plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn't for him… I don't know what I'd do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He's given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A "heavenly interaction!" He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I'm very thankful! For all that he's provided! I'm going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You've done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I'll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
He'd had a hard life, with lots of worries and many medical bills to pay It all started he said, when his wife became ill, on that sad, spring day in May He tried to keep it all together for her, so she wouldn't have to worry She was so sick and frail, then her mind slowly became very blurry She hung on for her life, but over time her memory slowly began to fade away "It was such a long hard time", he said, "Then an Angel took her home on a warm July day" My heart was breaking as I pensively sat, listening to him quietly talk With tears in our eyes, we sat together, then I asked if we could go for a walk "People always pass me by," he said, "As if I'm not even standing there" "You're the only one," said he, "Who's taken the time to even show you care" "I don't want their sorrow or pity", he said, "Just some friendly care and love"! "I lost my wife and my life, when an Angel took her from above" "Never a tear in their eyes, or a friendly smile, never offering to lend a hand" "What if I was an angel?" he said, "Sent from God and no one lent me their hand"? After we left that cafe on that hot day in September I found a tiny emblem of an angel in my jacket pocket Something he must have left for me in order to remember Let this be a real good lesson to all of us, as a test of our brotherly love You never know if that homeless beggar is an angel sent from above I always think this to myself whenever I see a person in need "Are they an angel unaware looking to me for a helpful deed"? Stop and listen to the call you hear, the one your heart's been given Help those you see, take up their cross help them while you're still living Whenever passing by someone you see in need, try to let go of your greed Stop and heed your heart, give them a hand and do them a helpful deed. It's been three weeks now, since I've seen Sam standing on that street I've been so worried I stopped and asked many others that I meet "Has anyone seen that man named Sam, who stands alone on this corner"? When no one seemed to know, I asked my friend, that small café owner He told me that he'd seen Sam just the other day "It seemed odd", he said, "But he never even looked my way" A couple days later, I happened to read a short story in our local news It told of a homeless man named Sam, where they'd found only his clothes and shoes
To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness 6-29-13
life is a mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved for life as we experience it moves from easy to hard if you look back to your younger days you will discover that as you've matured some of the mystery of life has been uncovered you have come to understand why your parents had all those rules and stipulations now as an adult dealing with the bills and the kids you understand the complications If you look at the terrible circumstances happening in the Gulf of Mexico where the Oil Industry worked without less governmental control "drill baby drill" is what the Tea party and Republicans ranted about now facing one of the biggest disasters its at the President whom they now shout those individuals who wanted less Big Government rules and regulations are now demanding that Big Government fix this horrible situation The Bible tells us that we should in God place all of our trust for He is the omnipotent source that created us for us not to lean towards our own understanding but to follow the formula for life that God is commanding God made a perfect world that humans keeps trying to remake we've let the sin of greed take us over which results in big mistakes we need to understand that there is no other force nor any other foundation that has the power or the fortitude to deal with all of life's situations The formula for living is to let go and let God trust in him and allow Him to take control of our minds and hearts the formula for living is to take to God in prayer and then let the will of God direct our behavior we need to profess it and confess it we need to address it and then let God bless it So develop a relationship with God and always included Him in the mix seek His wisdom and wise counsel for there is nothing He can't fix the formula for living, the formula for life is before you do anything make sure it's been blessed by the Lord Christ
So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded? Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix? Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such? If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main. How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes? Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this? Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix, Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix? If so, where is the main universal matrix? There must be a connection of some sorts, Nevertheless, what is it and where is it? Moreover, why has this not been thought of? If the body is the temple of the Lord, Then He must have a main matrix. Matrix is Latin for womb. So in which womb is this matrix? Only a female has a womb. There must be one that is required by none. Now let us get even more difficult here. We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes. What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb? It obviously has good and evil in its growth. Could there have been two that fused by one? Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes. Or is there only one main matrix being a female? Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix. Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes. An enclosure within in which something originates or develops, This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix. Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator? Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ? Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix? ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Spreading joy I'd like to scream it out Wake up, and come alive Smell the air and fall in love And let your soul survive You've buried it beneath the dust Of who you think you are Because you think you be an image When really you're 'the star'. When you find the truth in you You'll know just who you be And everything will lift you up And all the mystery Will flood into your very being And life will be so sweet You might not get enlightened But you'll feel more complete Oh, I could scream and cry I want to spread the truth That you only have to look within Then you'll have all the proof So then it will be gone The fear, and emptiness And life will be a song of joy Each day a sweet caress. 15 August 2013 @ 1715hrs.
On a silent night In a kingdom by the sea Bright moon and star On dark mindnight sky Shine silently above Mermaid's loud cry Shallow tears lay Into depths of hearts Who seek paradise In a kingdom by the sea Where daylight doesn't reach Their eyes won't see You won't find peace There's no heaven for thee No sunrise would you witness Nor sweet Annabel Lee In a kingdom by the sea Whoever you may be No soul breaks free From sweet Annabel Lee Whatever drowns remains In a kingdom by the sea
I see you as if reflected in your dressing table mirrors or the waters of the old garden pond You hear me through the echos or whistling little answers things you've not quite placed from through the veil That separates the times of life and death You see me through the window In the nature of the robin Know when I'm around through scents you breathe I leave you little signs like a solitary pure white feather Place where you can find it So you know my love I'm with you Just a simple little pleasure shows I live But my dear I wait here for you As I bless you with my presence I walk through troubled times right by your side And I fight the good fight with you in my stride I see those tears of sadness When your head is on your pillow Now that you know I am still with you Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride For you know within your conscience I'm your guide
Was it enough or was it too much? Sometimes too fast but always too slow! God knows that I come with these seeds that grow. Inside and out I absorb every single touch, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that knows? Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go! I say I can qualify! Where was I and why was I there? Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt! God knows that I come riding in on a prayer. I absorb every single touch inside and out, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that cares? Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare! I say I can magnify! What did I say and what did I do? Sometimes too quite but always too loud! God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud. Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you. But why should I? Why should I be the only one in the crowd? Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how. I say I can intensify! Do I want to or do you need me to? Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don't care. God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue. I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare. But why should I? Why should I be the only one with this view? Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you! I say, "I SANCTIFY"! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
The symphony of dawn Have you ever had a day? When filled with energy Your mind just wants to spread delight And your heart is filled with glee When your happiness just touches folk Cause, they can see you glow Have you ever felt a time? When only love can flow. Have you ever had a day? When the whole world seems to glow Have you ever watched the dawn? Or watched the morning show Have you sat there near a fountain? And heard the magic sound As it bubbles out its crystal song And fills the air around. Have you watched the morning breeze? On a soft, sweet summers day As all the many branches dance In a lovely kind of way The sun lends them so many colors At the hazy birth of morn Have you felt that morning feeling? It's the symphony of dawn. 16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.
As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter The Sannyasin. Alexander said to Dandamis "Old man you come with me For I need me a sannyasin To take across the seas. Hey you be just a beggar man I'll make you rich indeed You'll live a life of luxury With everything you need. Dandamis standing naked there With silence in his essence He had no fear at all did he In the mighty leaders presence. He said "I'll give you nothing friend And there's nothing that I need So Alexandra drew his sword Tried to make the beggar plead. Dandamis laughed and said these words With power in his voice "You can put that sword right through my heart My friend, that be your choice. But I left this body long ago I have no use for it So pierce this heart my fine young friend It won't harm me a bit. Alexander he was beaten By a fearless beggar man Though he had won most of the world Dandamis foiled his plans. The beggar said "You say you're great But that's not true at all For any man that thinks he's great He be merely a fool
He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. He shines bright for a moment in time. His arm's always open with warmth. His smile always bigger then everyone elses. His heart of rage and fire. He swifts on by, he swifts on by. Who will know the true man within. The man thats full of sin. No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...
Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
God's criticism towards our life Is like a father-&-son relationship -- he disciplines us well with peace
< master of disguise menacing havoc I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick but one illuminates from presents sight tis I carries master key whom ends plight brushstroke if must with your evilness twist for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss poke and probe away with your woven schemes tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems your inferno fire from gates of hell diminished by just one shake from this bell so bring on your barriers and good grief's tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp but turning check telling to kiss thy ass Entry For Thvia Shetley's The Devil Made Me Do It Sonnets Only Contest G.L. All
Blossoming Effulgent sun proffers love Clambering… Ascending Above the undergrowth…of Thorns and weeds Furtively The moon unravels wonders Glimmering
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
I am a poet writing of my pain I am a person living a life of shame I am your daughter, hiding my depression I am your sister, striving to make a great impression I am your friend acting like I'm fine I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine I am a girl who struggles with suicide I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)
Copyright © 2008 #03 4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp (a historical glimpse of humanity's rise) *This poetic epic begins with the greatest sin against humanity *This poem is dedicated to all serving and protecting the ¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨ Once, mankind was forgiven from sin but continue to embrace it like a trend After the Flood many nations strolled some didn´t want true history told All mankind has got to realize humanity had been vandalized A few condemmed HIM to a Cross and mankind became a hope lost His testimony was like no other a promise bonding men as brothers So, was it hate, shame or pride? The Shroud of Turin now abide Something embedded itself into minds their egos separated mankind thru time From images of Christ to the Sphinx mankind altered their faces with ink Societies increased across the land but some became marauding bands Enslaved many to learn their ways called indentured servants nowadays Learning finally opened many minds forbidden to most throughout time Conquering became a lust many thought they must Barbarians embraced warfare believing in war over prayer Some journeyed to build but most decided to steal Robbing nations precious gold slaughtering the young, and old another story that was not told Saw oppressing others was nice ensnared some as their sacrifice Oppression increased in the land because of the barbarian's plan Their business began to boom and corruption shot to the moon America, land of morality and hope still someone was signing for dope Capital´ism made a few very rich sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix paganism and Communism a glitch a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch Old governments embraced the Klan still got history's blood on their hand. Kept society busy with Santa Claus knowing its origin is spiritually false They knew global warming was real maybe too late, this just sent a chill Interested learning secrets of the brain Drug gangs driving societies insane Kids with little future left in sight hopes dwindled like the Knight Then, later came Robin Hood with good news from the wood Someone revived human rights still, some decided not to fight No need for humantarian crises diabolical plans rolling the dices These sinful plans between hands slaughtering the lambs of the land We need to fix this mess before we come to rest Most of world history twisted some are now rying to fix it For some Nations, it was too late capital'ism quickly sealed their fate Africa was a continent very rich ...now realizing it is in a ditch never should´ve trusted Mitch I even heard the Rossette Stone was hidden in someone´s home The secrets of Giza painted in Mona Liza Even the Eyptian Sphinx tried to give mankind a wink now hides her missing links And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key stolen by those not wanting us to be free Someone hide Pandora´s Box with final desination Fort Knox Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall Most gold, and precious artifacts was found stolen, and hijacked It´s hard for most to understand they kept us busy with their plan So, in this life we must cast our vote moving forward with faith and hope Those affected have become a scorn got them hungry from dusk to dawn World economies causing a recess ego and pride got us in a big mess The Middle East became a feast. I wonder who planned that piece? They say Mohammed started this fuss. through history who dare finger Guss? These differences in world religions still affecting mankind's decisions Humanity began in Africa and Irak but millions destituted in a shack The Americas to China has similiar pain but yrants' view them as a social stain And, there was oil for food but someone became rude So, once again East meets West fighting over another treasure chest Expenses reaching trillions recovery costing billions death in the millions The greatest gift is charity why concentrate on disparity? We need to fix this mess or earth soon to rest Mismanagement of world funds resources available by the tons The poor and depair need more still someone's locking the door Feeling no guilt with pride and the fortunes they hide Corruption and terrorism sown by a few of government´s own Someone´s selfish plans ahead have now made us very afraid... maybe baked or nuked instead Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt nothing else or their stomachs hurt Most of the time with nothing to eat weeping for a peaceful night sleep The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow selfish can learn from the sparrow. When the next ATOM splits and divide some gonna try to run and hide knowing they deceived many and lied So, don´t worry about a thing tonight soon GOD will make things alright Then, all children will be able to play The Prince of Peace will come to stay So, remember before it´s over they too needed a shoulder by: LP
. Change comes turning red Being released floating..wind Soar glorious heights
The warped side of the Moon shall fall to the ground. I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond your reality. Most will be wearing garments of untapped mortality. Some of you'll hear trumpets that are loud and sound. More of you will be an embedded trap tied and bound. You best remain in your God given Graced originality. It will be a life or death to hold on to that pure vitality. And for God's sake don't partake in the lost and found. It is easy to lose your way through the deception. Nothing is ever what it seems unless you make it. So join within yourself become one big reception. And make sure you have a white candle always lit. Never lose the light of a white candle as the dark side of the Moon falls. For the light of your white candle is right behind darkness and enthralls. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.
Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best, your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you came to life to solve and to believe in. Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him. Right now I am, thinking what to write Holding my pen, it's almost midnight, I'm truly out of words, to express my whole life, It's so absurd, cut all pain through a knife And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul I know that You know, what I am going through And I'm not sure I believe, unless I really feel But I know when You're not there, so I pray to feel You near Now I can see, what this life is about Now I do know, I'm too lost without, Diamond in the rough, that's what I was But now I'm reborn by the shower of Your bliss I'd die to satisfy, I'd do everything I can, No matter how tough, after all I'm a man I won't fall apart, You're always in my heart I'd swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend This undying grace of Your creation, Time and space, more than perfection You've opened my eyes and showed me the truth You've blessed peace to my soul; I know what's my role I see two key coins, one black and one white And all I have to join, the one with your light Life is as it is, we make it our own Hard or easy, full or alone Everything grows, as they all involve With the rose you put down, to show us what's love I wake up early, to see Your beauty, Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done, I drive all the way and see my problems solved, By Your love from above, I stand still so firm Everything I do, everywhere I go, Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.
Flames roared through the nights sky. A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. The heat warmed the mortals below. They believed that this was a great night. The sky emulated a beautiful red color. The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. They believed that they were all safe. They were not nearly as safe. They were witnessing Armageddon. The war between good and evil. For no one is safe until judgment day. That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. The birds will sing a tune. The flowers will bloom. That will be the day. The day when we will all be ok.
What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11
Paying back what I owe. I guess that some are wondering Why I'm writing all this stuff About the man John Sherman Maybe you've had enough But I owe the man so much He taught me how to be A man who lives more in the moment With a heart and soul that's free. I was angry, rude and antisocial I had no friends at all No one wanted me around I'd drive them up the wall With all my foolish paranoid And the hatred deep within I tried with everything I had To quell the nasty din. But then I read Johns message As I did surf the net He told me 'do one little act!!' And I have no regrets That I did take the mans advice For look at me today My happiness is my success And joy, it is my way. Now I'm a very loyal man I must pay back what I owe John and Carla changed my life So I want the world to know I make me no false promises I just say look and see It doesn't cost nothing at all But it made a brand new me. 13 July 2013 @ 1208hrs.
Doors will open, doors will close Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose Doors will open, doors will close Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows Doors will open, doors will close Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows Doors will open, doors will close Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows Doors will close, doors will open Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin Doors will close, doors will open Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in Doors will close, doors will open Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin Doors will close, doors will open Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting… Writing's a success from deep within That everyone wants to win!! Doors will open Everyone – come on in!
May 31, 2010 May Day! I sprout with a surprise springing forth from me today. Birds sing such a magnificent most pleasurable praise. I want to be the one He promised soon He would raise. I will be celebrated all by myself on that God-given day. I will stand in His Gracious Glory at His appointed Say. Yesterday will be but a blurring faded haze, life a craze. He sets my soul on fire and sets my spirit off in a blaze. I bet I will buzz like a bee zipping by you each May Day! It is all in a day just for me to say. Ta! Da! I'd bet you did not realize! May Day! May Day! I say let's play! Walla! I say May Day's materialize! Waiting every May Day is loads of fun, Unbelievably, May Day is never done! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Oh Christian girl oh regal queen so lost and happy
Come two faced Janus, lie to us Bring me to your door, and leave me ambiguous A sane drunk in the roads middle Between prophecy and history The present stands on a griddle Full of rational ambiguity We are burning now Who dream of a happy new year While to the bottle bow Seeking anesthesia from old despair Oh, fallacy of a pagan lore, Jekyll Janus, will you be also door And prophet? Mask in the dead history And usurped memory, The earth will spin and a new year starts Around the sun again as youth departs. So usurper of Mars and Venus, faked Jupiter, how can you begin Anything that you cannot create? Wake Not the ire of the true God to such sin Yet I must bid you come despite Since your name on the first month hangs so tight To our meaningless wisdom and days A subtle ferment of surreptitious praise January, new month of beginning How do I, like you, find new meaning Or fresh faith for fractured flesh Recovering youth and dreams I fled? Speak not! my soul in a new dimension thresh You affirm the truth sealed in my head.
From a three-sided angle Astrological purpose is unmangled Triangle on top Square on the bottom Bright halo around God Our tears fill His bottle A Pyramid is a monument to death A Tabernacle of wealth Which comes into effect When there's no longer breath Is it mourning or celebration in stealth Beyond Technology Architectural prophecy Geometrical philosophy The place where Kings and Queens lay Buried on a sun-disk Dedicated to Day The final form to decay Hands form this shape When they're positioned to pray.
Some call it a path many say it's fate few are non-believers the unfortunate find out theirs to late It's unseen to others a roadmap designed exclusivley for you and if read correctly the signs stay accurate and forever true Some unknowingly alter their map leading them wrongfully astray their future done in... by some innocent choice not meant to be chosen that particular day those unfortunate souls follow a blueprint with pages missing and torn a journey that wasn't meant to be is now their crown of thorns This seven letter word has been hated and cursed cherished and loved also prayed for to anyone who will listen from up above Now, the night is getting deeper my thoughts more shallow i shut my eyes foolishly confident there will be a tomorrow but one would have to argue and eventually agree that if tomorrow never comes i would have no choice but to accept that as my..... D E S T I N Y
The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem Im not sure that i really understand What do you want from me, Is it me? What do i do, Do I need to take your hand? Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?, Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand. What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you? Are they prophecy, are they the glue to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?
Hear across my native soil, The calling, Echoes ancient voices, Raised in prayers ritual. A forgotten people, leaving, Their mark upon histories Legacy. Mysteries great questioning, Lain outward for generations, To wonder why? Beneath the heavens vastness, Behold gray monoliths reaching, Upward. In the circle of life and death, As a continuing sphere ever, Winding within it's self. A seasonal calendar timed by, Natures rhythm. An inner heartbeat, pulsating, From the earths core. Springs awakening warming Breath, Or winters chilling hand of death. To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest, The tools of trade. The beasts of burden are released From heavy yokes harness. Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice, Lain upon the sacred altars fire. Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff, Praying for enlightenment's spiritual guidance. Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant. Asking for natures bounty, A good years passing and Healings curing power. An ancient religion seeking, Answers to humanities quest to know. Lost to times relentless pass, Our ancestral heritage is remembered, I'm myths and legends, Mystical circle of stone, Known as Stone Hedge. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights, I could always hear your damning scream. So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain. In the still of one of my Moonlit nights, Entire shadows went completely insane. It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came. Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme. That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem. That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition. And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes. All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction. He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name. My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction. To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain! That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be. My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee, I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add. His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem. Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast. Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast. Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad, Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane. To God Almighty and to you earthly kings, I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name, Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness, So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain. I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name. Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.
"Is there a God?" There is no god.
Through that door As the Sun crashed through my window As the birds awoke the dawn My mind made new by daybreak It became the day reborn. And a whisper stirred within me From my heart arose these words "Go through that door to the other side Then you'll "hear" these blessed birds". And those trees did softly rustle In the early morning breeze. And I became the morning and the breeze that moved these trees And the whisper softly told me As the dawn it beckoned me "Go through that door to the other side Then you'll dance just like those trees". Through that door, through that door Go through that door beyond. Just keep on moving to the other side Let the shadows all be gone. That door seemed so elusive When I sought it with my mind Then the whisper seemed to tell me Just leave your mind behind Then I felt the sweetest music As the trees they shone so bright And as I wandered through that door I felt such sweet delight
There are many wonders that cloud the world Notable among them are the ultimate sevens You and I have heard about (I believe this century is yet to discover all the world wonders, and again is not all of these famous sevens we've all visited.) These sevens Form both the broad wonders of the world. These illustrious sevens are odd havens That make people world over Paid homage to each of their host soil. Day in, day out People tour around These earthy heavens. Just like Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem, The old and new wonders of the world Serve as assets to their host kingdom. They make their host land Famous across the globe. They garnish their boniface with Flying wealth across the land, And swimming priceless Across the unified ocean. I hope I will not be penalized to have generalized my findings. I think writing generally about where I've visited via research is the best.
I found what was lost a treasure without the key Have I found the lost treasure filled with special guidance Is there trust stored inside I ask in faith will the truth be revealed Who know and can explain for I know their is a greatest who can explain in trust and honesty his perceptions is meant' to be clear to us his visions are meant' to be percieved by us Letting it ring through out the land in goodness and faith as if echoing in the shadows' of a legacy Are we on guard for ourselves to realize and understand some things worth listening too, or that which is right in unlocking the trust stored inside our own lives Feeling compassion surrounding desires felt, inside a heart such as mine A magic flame ignites me inside, giving me the strength and a will to survive, as I fight against many struggles encountered I ask in faith will the truth be revealed, for I believe in this treasure and found what was lost but without the key can I unlock the trust stored inside.
Bones of rotting timbre mimic morgues of truth Pleading memories of oaths to rigor mortised youth Snide sacrosanct hides under shrouds of pride placing careful snares under gleaming stares These selective few they ingratiate you... Even the doubtful few These ephemeral ghosts clapping at unspoken jokes Wheezing from their throats to laugh as they choke.
They said her time had come No place to run No place to hide No time for fun Just an empty vessel inside Going through the motions Numb. Overwhelming emotions They said her time had come They said her time had come Evil coats She wants to run She desires to have fun Not understanding why she can not play It is now the month of May Another denial letter Another denial to get better They said her time had come They said her time had come Why such looks of sorrow? She doesn't understand For there is always tomorrow Evil coats She takes a breath Smelling all of the flowers No place to hide Now literally an empty vessel inside They said her time had come Her time had come Her bald head Just four years old She looks to comfort from her mom and dad Why do they look so sad? Evil coats drag them away She never got that chance to go out and play Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. The room floods with long white coats Now to heaven this little girl floats Her time had come They said her time had come She was just a name No money, undeserving of fame Easy for her to be denied If only the suits had looked her in the eyes Who is to blame? Sent to the free clinic Now dead at four No insurance Ooops! What a shame… She could have been saved Now two parents at her grave Once a happy family, now destroyed Because THEY said her time had come
On Dying. I was strolling in the sunshine It was half past afternoon And I even heard that new born baby cry. As I carried on, I heard birdsong That I'd missed my whole life long Me mind had told me I was bound to die. But the whisper in my heart said "cool Look at the positives, you fool" As he tried so hard to make me understand That One must open up ones heart And see the whole, not just the parts? It could be ones demise be kind of grand. For positives have negatives And negatives have positives And life may choose to dance with you With Death in fact enhancing you. And then those trees did sparkle now They seemed to glow and gleam somehow And life seemed like a candy covered dream. And now I know that every man Is here to learn to understand As still I wonder just what all this means.
Of Divine Glory Pure and Holy Born From above Child Of God Born Of a virgin Born As man You Alone Bore All sorrow Wiped away All Sin stain Then gave us – Your Holy Name The SON Has RISEN And Sheds His light For All To see The Breaking Dawn © Brenda V Northeast 28th march 2012
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
My tribute to two wonderful guys I know I've said it all before But I must tell you again About a man called John Sherman Maybe I write in vain But I must tell the world about The two guys in my life Who I'll put on a pedestal John and his lovely wife He don't come from religion Nor any beliefs at all He's more like a Psychologist His approach is wonderful To don't claim to be a Guru He's just a humble man Yet he will do most anything To help you if he can. Once I suffered oh, so much With anxiety and fear I hated me, the whole damned world My head was never clear My wife was set to leave me My kids thought me so low All because of a foolish war So lonely I did grow. Then John he showed me just one act And said 'That's it, that's all!' And I just listened to the man Though I am not a fool And now It's four years later And my heart is filled with bliss There's nothing could destroy it That's just the way it is. No more the fear of life is here No more the fear of death No more that awful greyness No more I feel bereft Every day to me right now Is another brand new day As life becomes more beautiful In every kind of way. I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter
If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away my wings would carry me, My destination not known! If I could fly, I'd capture all of the Sun's rays. Up and away! What a sight to see with such a grand milestone! If I could fly, I would always look below. Down and deep! My eyes focused only on you. My journey's still unknown. If I could fly, I'd stay on top with memories buried to keep. Down and deep! What an experience just to fly through! Such a waste without you! If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection. Soaring with pride! My life achieved. My destination excluding restrictions! If I could fly, I'd forever remember this glide. Soaring with pride! What a thought to preconceive. Such bright reflections! If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away I would go only with you. My destination remaining incognito! If I could fly, I'd want to stay up and away! What an incredible zone just to pass through! Such a magnificent plateau! If I could fly, I'd fly only for you! ®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH
'Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign… and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! … Yet… It Doesn't Matter, What Distress to You On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane It Doesn't Matter, What Distress to You Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane It Doesn't Matter, What Distress to You Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained … For Particularly, By God's Unpronounceable Power Thru His Son's Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower God's Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain The Prophecy, The Promise, The Paradise-Preordained The Perfect-Future and The Victory-Parade … The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade Then… It Won't Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… … Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain The Divine God and His Son's King- Domain Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains, with Pedestal-Passion and 'Plum-Plumb', Persistence-Ingrained For On Position-Comparison, We 'All' Pale-to- A-Feigned … …Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane or Just-Plain ol' Dire-Derelicts-Insane (and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine) Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane Amen… Again… Amen
Words spoken in silence, [When language does not suffice] Like a look or a tear, although concise Can echo a lifetime in your ear, Much louder than those you can hear.
Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!
the Father visits his son in the dark of day The son is abed, pale in the light of night For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright And the moon is not rigid rock The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly The moon is softness, the dark is soothing The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form The son is restless, he doth not sleep The son is ebbing, his heart does weep and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest and kisses his brow; The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly Sleep my son, the Father whispers But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him I want to play - Rest prances about him close enough to want, just out of reach And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed? When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly? the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart For the heart is within, the caress without, Rest my son, he says, rest and forget The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck But father, father why My heart will not sleep Five more minutes? Just five. Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into the ground.
"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have "appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton
Have you ever seen an angel dance? Platinum wings fluttering in the warm breeze. Aorta,artery and vein pumping red thick life to the beat of the rhythm of the shining light. Energy now flows. Angel light spreads throughout the atmosphere. Touching all, everywhere. Can you feel the magical angel dust? Soft like snow, With its enhancing glow. You can feel the pulsating motions. You can smell the angelic presence. You can visualize it,it is like a dream. Lucid,silky serene images now surround you. A feeling of ecstasy! No,something better... ...it is the dance of the angels.
I've captured you from death's snare, While others were unaware No more worrying, You are unforgotten You are alive Others deny it Well, I know... You are unforgotten In my memory You are unforgotten
I am your angel, daddy's little girl. I know I haven't been my best in cold, shallow world. But I listen to you most of the time, your lessons and such; and when I don't listen, I suffer very much. You don't give me signs when I'm going the right way. So How can I make you proud of me? I know I've done so wrong by not just following you; suffering pointlessly. Either way I love you Father, with my everything. I am your angel, will I ever earn my wings. written in 2005
I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There's nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It 's all around! Though there are imperfections and "inflictions" within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I'll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He's always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… "A resting place…" I'm going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His "special touch…" Thank you God... For a "new" person you're helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!
Sometimes there is silence, Sometimes there are words, Sometimes there is meaning, Sometimes it's absurd. Sometimes you are near me, Sometimes you are far, Sometimes there is darkness, Sometimes guided by a star. Sometimes we are up and Sometimes we are down, Sometimes we are slaves, That wear a holy crown. Sometimes we are arrogant, Sometimes we are proud, Sometimes we are someone, Lost in the faceless crowd. Sometimes we are rich and Sometimes we are poor, Sometimes we are angels, Scratching at the door. Sometimes I'm living and Sometimes I am dead, Sometimes there is no thoughts Turning in my head. Sometimes looking forwards, Sometimes looking back, The circle still unbroken, The train still on the track. Sometimes we are caught and Sometimes we are free, But we always come back praying, Under this olive tree. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti So, they wrote several times: "Neffertiti" … And drew the most beautiful queen`s head. The whole history of Egypt written in red, With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion: The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…
Before glass windows sea Before see-through eyes dust Before love could blossom ashes Arisen from the waves of trust
Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen
Once great always great I say to you. Upside down or right side up you be. Once upon a time and a time once was she. Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two. Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue. She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free. She made them so big the whole of the world could see. She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new. She shined talents never quite seen. Amazing and sparkling from up above, She is the smartest thing ever so keen. She is abundant in spreading Her love. She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven, Separated by the empty shells of leaven! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Adding peculiar subtracting never laws of something (besides physics) has to wants to needs to improve velocity is present and that very force pushes the dead weight forward until it can't sit still anymore because it has to it's got to move or else it dies
The impressive mighty trees Are birthed from such small seed Drawing resilience from the sun And earth's fertile garden bed Trees wooden trunk has shaped And sustained for centuries many in varied ways Some over and upon oceans wide Where waves stroke shapely hulls And lull to sleep the hapless venturer Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy And from such crafted boughs And whispered sounds Her meekness and strength is seen and heard Like the creaks of grandma's rocking chair Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms High and low of this world The greatest of these was in a lowly manger In an animals crib But for this one tree its destiny was marked Chosen before time For on this tree's wooden shoulders It bore God's greatest gift– A Holy Child born - Like it- For one purpose only – To become accursed - on its wooden cross To bear the sins of All The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth's fertile soil Into His Father's arms © Brenda V Northeast 11th March 2012
Is this fate or fiction.... the aesthetics of your love is a marvelous depiction I am having a love seizure or is your love an affliction Is this fate or fiction? It must fate, our paths have crossed our spirits soar just right you calm and sweet and never like to fight... bring security and confidence in such a delightful way.. the expressions of your thoughts blows my mind away Is the fate or fiction? It takes courage to find out which one would be the exemption.. fate or fiction? when you have been hurt by an ex's restrictions but the aesthetics of your love has become my addiction. No Fiction this is Fate.
I yearn to see the stars twinkle in the midnight sky when I'm with you I'm waiting faithfully I'm drowning in the solitude, missing your enthralling company
One burning candle, One lighting flame In the middle of the dark This flame became The hope and strength, The width the length The only light Shining bright In the middle of the night Like a lonely star in the sky Like a lonely drop of rain falling by, Desolation, A SENSATION of fear, A sensation of broken tears, A timorous heart living a hopeless hour With no power, With just one flame of light Shining really bright In the middle of the night. Alone the flaming candle stands Holding no hands feeble and weak Its sweat starts to leak The wind blows The tremble shows The fear echoes Nothing is lending a hand The darkness is giving commands Then, Slowly, slowly the flame would fade away Keeping no trace And the darkness takes place. Can't see the life Just feeling the strife Darkness stabbed the only hopeful light With an invisible knife Each one alone Alive in the dark Looking at the sky Seeing a spark....
Is it really hard to understand I am just looking for a man One that sees the world like me Offers his heart humblely I will cherish and protect Give back to him what I get Hoping its not just me Drifting in this lonely sea Been floating out here for years and years Fighting not to drown in my own tears This ocean I find myself drifting in Was created from unintentional sin My eyes cried this reflecting pool Due to all the times I played the fool Will I ever feel the ground again Or does a boat come pull me in Save me from my self made demise See the sun through cloudy skies May the warmth come cure my pain Stop these eyes that pour like rain
THREE year olds know about circles. They play ring around the rosy and here we go round the mulberry bush. And if one should say that in reality nowhere is found a perfect circle, they either don't hear or won't buy it. Yet. Another year or so they'll eat the awful truth and then conventional wisdom will slip right in to its proper place and babyish why will give way to unexamined lives. Sin preached from pulpits at preschool shrouds PI. POINT to the red stop circle. Here's the way to walk safely: keep one foot on the ground at all times. Slowly and steadily. Stay between the lines and never let the sound of critical thinking distract your ear from the sound of my voice. I love you, dear. Trust me to tell you what you need know when you need to know it. I tell you, I've been granted credentials. Listen to me, I pledge allegiances, comfort and even wealth. Conformity's requirements stifle PI. ONE damp March morn, buzzards circled the gray expanse of four-laned wasteland where a hound dog had foolishly chased a dove away from any sign of obedience. Mound after mound of petrified organs. Clear chords rang out. But the harsh grind of the gear of market driven semis hauling men and their pimp wares of lies told by vermin with disposable fantasies rolled by and outscreamed the prelude of peace. The end justifies. Wall Street domesticates PI. FOUR the fourth time, circle in ink to play lucky numbers. Fortune cookies abound with their scratch off oracles of big pay and tight buns and white cuspids. Wrap-around leather skirts lust for more time and sincere pleas for help get downsized. Year after year, oblivious to the tipping of win or lose scales to the right and left to grin and bear it. Occasional urge to cry 'til imbalance seems natural. If your skin crawls take medicine. Addictions cloud PI. ONE nation under God circles to sway one lord one faith one baptism? Joshua downed Jericho and Truman blessed Enola Gay to drop her horrid load Does it astound anyone anymore? Or has the fear of death obscured sacred tidings of cheer and replaced them with slick prayers to low men in high places? Hallelujahs in thin screechy voices. Who will dare to ask why? Blind patriotism and religion unsupported by spirit torture PI. AND SO ON TO INFINITY. Again and again and again. There's never been an end or even a pattern. We fly around in circles, unaware. But when we wake, we will come face to face with PI. ~~~~~~~~~~ the capitalized first words in each stanza when taken together are pi
I RUN from FEAR. I HUNT for FEAR. I HIDE in FEAR. I FIGHT cause of FEAR. I'm FAR from you. I'm SCARED cause of you. You're the FEAR that I HUNT. You're the FEAR that I FIGHT. You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE. *Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have something to read that just fit's them.* -Angel4eva23
She wakes this morning Got along day ahead She's making sandwiches Hot soup and garlic bread She love to feed the homeless She sees on the street She will drive around the city To give them something to eat She goes to the hospital She love to helps the elderly She always volunteers To keep them company And to save the animals She campaigns tirelessly And she will never stop Till they are all free She goes to the orphanage She love to make the children smile She runs for cancer charity In the New York 10 k mile She protest to stop the wars And to free Palestine She doesn't like religions To control people minds They cutting down the rain forest She would love to stop it now She goes to the Amazon And stand in front of the plow She would loves to stop genocide She loves to give donations She would love to stop poverty From every nations She fights for the hopeless To end their misery And against all the oil spills That kills fishes in the sea She stands for human rights Against so many countries She loves to save humanity And to spread equality And she love to tell me Of all the wonderful things she does She is just an angel And a female Santa clause And I love to hear her talk Of all she would love to do And I know she wouldn't stop Till they all come true
All Mighty One The Beginning and the End Alfa and Omega Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness love and light so pure and free my cornerstone of strength and hope for you, I fall to my knees The darling of heaven once crucified you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life I call to you in good times of prosperity and I ask that you might sustain this life I cry out to you in times of trial knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul My precious Jesus, son of God almighty I surrender to thee I praise only you forge and mold me oh' sweet Father for I believe yes I believe
She peers at captivation Moon swindling her frore heartbeat Beams tearing the soul outward She stands firm with ground Wings sprout out, after ice thaws Whispering desolation Whirls around her and she cuts The emotion out Forgive her please, if you will, For she only spreads her wings For those who can captivate As well as this moon _________________________ For: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream Weaver's contest "Dodoitsu Darkness" By: Tim 09/19/11
In a corner our eyes did meet. But I was sitting on the mercy seat. I looked you over once or twice. I even rolled the domino dice. A shadow appeared before me. At that time I was a make believe. When the shadow left a light appeared, Time stopped and distance neared. I traveled afar and my journey never ends. Backwards or forwards eternity it sends. In another lifetime perhaps was I. Deluded and misled asking why. But no more I say honestly to you. Another make believe will never do. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Turn the wheel *******he sea... Push aside the misery... The abominable agony... Endure this hardship...with me Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea Don't make it hard for me To determine the waters We are the same kind If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny - To dwell with me in tranquility We will try to share our responsibilities... Take turns and share our possibilities... How have you been? Sorry we have shut our ears To your deafening cries I'm turning the wheel for you You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue? I'll shut out the feeling of anguish You'll get what you wish We will start anew We will start on a fresh start We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true We'll brew away the sadness I'm determined to eliminate The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave... Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave! Don't worry - we'll get rid of The limited happiness And make our heart pump with merriness Don't be a magnet of depression stress You'll experience a wonderful opportunity So you may feel at one with Our world full of possibilities And eliminate those cruel, wretched words That tore apart our responsibilities... Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities... That brought us back together We'll be hiking These somewhat difficult hardships together
I was so above you And it was very clear to see But I came to give you my heart sacrificing all I had Just for shot at love we started off so strong I actually thought it was you were worth it We had a lot in common So it made easy for us to talk We were going so good But caught in the act You said you and I did not make sense But I must admit I was glad It was over Now the real reason I gained back my life And You just lost best thing in your life Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy
I don't know who I am, I do only what I can I close my eyes for one second, just to escape reality Why do you show me such a sore mentality? Your ill-mannered, ungrateful, comments getting monotonous I can hold my ears, but ignoring you is very strenuous I open my eyes from my dream, it seemed so real I want to go back, my dream will heal Your voice burning in my brain, Sticking, like a shirt with a stain You I cannot get rid of, i wish you vanish Your heart, your soul, all will perish
The forest of grief: At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window. Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. "What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?" No vegetation, growth, or life exist. Only the suffering from distant pasts. Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants. "Do they know death? Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries? I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break." There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.
God's Great plans all this time Male and Female made to be of wholesomeness kind As the two of you growing up in different places Finding both had been singled out Among faces Godly innocence of purity Ridiculed of Morals and Standards By.. Now a day.. people of unbelief Both committed to God stand strong virtually Thou… both Knowing someday God will provide That special someone… A mate To Always to be by your side Patience, virtues all rest a sure.. Godly ways Awaiting each day God has given Male and female for Christian liven Made two of a kind.. Into Righteousness In the Now a days… World tis such a mess Just like… time… way back when Noah… built the ark… it was not pretend… God made pure.. Male and Female.. two of kind He had His reasons.. thou people were blind One day… both had desires in their hearts Seek and find Another who'd be.. Right for thee Then out of the blue.. In God's timing.. Tis True Found each other on line… Love that's Pure Bringing two pure hearts together To Pray.. Bible studies everyday For God made a way.. for you two to meet Great Plans awaits.. Serenity so sweet For Godly… Love that's True God Plans for Pure Love all this time between you two Awaiting.. True Loves' first kiss at the alter Knowing.. together in Holy Matrimony shall not falter God's Great Blessings for you both Of Commends to carry Christian Family liven God given between the two of you Everlasting Harmony Give Praise's Always to God Almighty.. Jesus Christ Our King! God Blessings of my Children Dedication to both of you as God Wills.. you found each other.. on-line.. married within 17 days.. God Meant for them to be together Tis bringing them into Holy Matrimony Married and still are Sweetly beholding True Love.. Blessings of Everlasting Harmony..
I Am, two simple words beyond infinity Before the beginning and after the end, totality Existing near and far and everywhere inbetween But to His children, He allows Himself to be seen
It is that of a man's heart to which he follows. But that of the lord our God that guides our steps. It is the beauty we find in one another. As I have found this in you. It is there we seek our true lives as we strive. That of our soul to which cries out for love. It is life's trials to which make us stronger. But our hearts we defy as we suffer. It's there we die inside from the rejections. Not just love but the life we have to live. It's that of the people we try to impress. Only to find out we are far different in life. But it is there we lose ourselves to. As each one put themselves higher then others. We are all equal in the sight of God. Why can we not be equal on the face of the earth? Why does each man think they have to be vain? Especially when we all bleed the color red from our veins. It is in this life we only live once. Why can I not be me instead of someone dictating for me? It's because each person wants to control us and what we do. Instead of worrying about themselves and what they do. It is there I fight for freedom and rights I have in this life. As I stand as a rebel, alone in this life. But it is there I am strong and without blemish you see. Because I have the greatest gift of all. And that is God is here with me.
He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes (Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases) And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons And the brown earth beginning to expose itself The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell
We have heard about wonders that great men from history did – Jesus walking on water; Buddha calming a wild elephant; levitation of Saint Joseph of Cupertino; Andromeda, wife of Perseus, placed among the constellations, and many more unfathomable happenings. In our present world, we still wish and hope for the extra- ordinary in the ordinary when we pray for rain to rain down from a clear sky; pray that a good Samaritan to give you a ride when your car runs out of gas; myself winning that I can win a Nobel Prize, even though my grammar may be wanting. I will understand when you tell me that you believe that you can pass through a wall, without hitting it, if you also believe that a rose flower can sprout in an earth-scorching desert…… Contest: ONE OF YOUR BEST Contest
You carried my emotions from the start Each emotion bound in the small black note Each one coming straight from my chilly heart The music you make is my antidote Through the preludes my comfort softly lay By way of mazurkas my soul does fly But to divulge you must learn how to play Although learning is not a piece of pie Piano brings emotions around town You have the power to bring my heart up Or throw me on the floor and beat me down There are hard times when I just want to cup My hands in my face and rock back and forth And think Piano is a friend of worth
Places! I have been to many, yours and mine! So much seen with these eyes! I've walked the lonely highways night and day, Powered with great energy to just run away, I have crawled so deep within myself just to find you. Running with a bleeding mind with so many views! I have a special place that I come to. It's extra silent! My time to be quite! It's completely in sync! My time to think! It's so beautiful! My time to feel wonderful! It's a special place that I find plentiful! Places! So many I've already been! But many I have still never seen! I have thought many times of my broken dreams, time and time again, Powered with great energy to just run free with the wind, Sunsets and sunrises capturing my view, So many to come with a gleam that shines through you! I have a special place that I come to. I have many visions that I see. A world untouched and unscathed by its common ground, Touching a very special place inside of me! Such a blessing I have found. It's extra special! My only pedestal! It's without pain! My only gain! It's so exceptional! My only interval, And it's completely unconditional!
The crystal ball is placed on a pedestal shows the immediate future. I saw two faces in it. One face was happy with tears in his eyes and one face was sad with shine in his eyes. The crystal ball is broken. How many years is it unfortunate?
In the midst of this world's chaos and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! Many people have tried all different kinds of things. Not realizing the consequences this often brings… I'm going to say something. This I shall confess… Without God in our lives. Everything is one big mess! Have you thought about what history does unfold? The many wars, famines, and deaths untold? One just can read the book of Revelation. This world's going to go through a great tribulation! Our hope isn't in world government. Or chasing a "U.F.O…" It's only in Jesus... The redeemer of our soul! If heaven is a place would you'd like to be… Think about where you'd like to spend your eternity… With Christ in your life… You can't go wrong. In his sheltering arms… Is where you belong! Jesus… Who created this earth and everything within… Can wash you clean…. And take away your sin! All of creation cries out and proclaims… The beauty and majesty of his awesome name! He is the solution to the way you're livin.'! Why not accept him today… And be FORGIVEN! By Jim Pemberton 02/17/11
Jo Davis When your heart's been broken Or your spirit's feeling low And you're looking for direction a place where you can go Remember that~ although the pace may at often time seem slow Your faith will be your shelter a place where you can grow Don't hide behind the shadow of another's dream, for while you seek the river they may be searching for a stream So if the day looks cloudy, the sun, not in your sight What may seem your darkest hour, is just a still and restful night.
I , i in a blue sea In the sea i am flying Sometimes on sky i am swimming Down on earth i am in dark In a cave i am searching for light In the noise i am searching for silence Then i go to forest Under a tree i find myself I look in my eyes , the eyes which are full of fear I look at my lips with a smile. I touch my face When i touch my face Suddenly i feel a hand on my shoulder When i turn around, its an other me standing infront of me When i see my eyes , in my eyes i see strength But in my hands i see blood When i see the blood Everything fade in black I am on sky with a white wolf staring at me In wolf's eyes i find myself I follow the wolf Everything fade in white I find myself in a room I am on my bed nothing around So calm it is I am too alone I thought it was a dream But when i look at my hands I find the blood In my dream i met the reality I met different faces of me.. The reality which i am hiding inside Hiding me, me as my soulmate...
Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace, That saved me with your celestial light from the dark, I still stand ready to walk one day in your place, Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark, The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul, I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall, The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows, If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls, Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts, The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us, I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this, Without your guidence I am lost and in distress, Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless... Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth, That gave me life, through your brilliant light, And saved me from the dead, cold dark, I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white, The wind still whispers to me ancient tales, I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain, The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails, Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain, Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me, Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree, We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri, Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three, Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...
They say our vision is clear Just how clear is it? Where is He?
This world can look like an evil place; Where a man is judged by money, colour or race. When a child is broken by a 'human being' Yet the judge decides the evidence 'not worth seeing' This world can sound like we're knocking on hell's gate Innocence like venison, on the guilty man's plate This world can feel like a kind of hell All who hurt have a story to tell But this world is still a beautiful place, To those who have nothing - yet still say grace
Caught on the unever grounds of submission With a never ending option of segression Talking about the differences of evil and good Walking among man learning as I should Memories of ancient Egypt and it's wood Vibrent obcarities at the mention of your name Violent observations and from with they came Fighting over rotted ruins and pegs for a game Carring over obsecurities of a famous dame Locked into eternitiy left on what remains
The soldier, the war, and I Today I am home and thinking to my self.. What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family? What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family? And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war.. Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country? Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely? Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go? Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured? Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family? Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back? Today I am home and thinking to myself.. Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill Today I am home and thinking to myself.. How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both! And at the end I stop. I think no more.. I am grateful for the things I have, I am grateful for the people who surround me... And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering Of all of those who have been touched by it.
Dark days were foreseen Events turned out mean No more was I serene As on the rim do I lean! The cause, the loss of my pen My favourite, gifted by my Beloved Shall I bear with such a stand? Existence itself seemed recurved! Blessed thought I be to be though When a tap I heard on my window A little dove it was, with my pen in its beak Delighted, I felt my heart getting weak! Dark days turned golden Must be the Mercy of Urizen A little dove turned invisible After acting as his rightful disciple! My Beloved shall not be sad Fate did not allow me to be bad To write eternal verses I shall, Of his love, care and enthrall!
Oh how can one capture Your beauty on paper Without you evaporating Off as it is your nature The stars are your jewels The moon is your crest Everyone drools As if blessed Your silence is serenity That whisper to my thoughts An overwhelming beauty That ties my stomach up in knots How humble I am sound A beauty incomparable With a radiance so profound Your absence is unbearable
Clouds dividing hands, between heaven And earth, Crossing that bridge of spiritual Enlightenment. Imaginations child of thought exists, In a realm of creativity, beyond light And dark. A creature of solitude, seeking Sanctuary's calming waters. But bound, shackled to the shore, Of humanities earthly form. Unable to shed flesh from bone, The thinkers mind does wonder forth. Dreaming of a paradise beyond Threshold of understanding. To walk towards a glistening passage Way of light. And find Nirvana on the other side. A dreaming vision quest of discovery, Enhancing the human experience. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Through tomes of strange mythology Floats music sweetened by the gods; And secrets wrapped in mystery Dance daringly where knowledge nods. My very soul I'd gladly sell (Were there a devil in a hell) To learn the truths within that tune -- But tiny wings can't touch the moon.
Joanna Davis The' jingle, jangle', of life's bustling pace is filled with concords of the human race. Towards and ending that's yet to unfold, for the next generation our story is old The tour we embark on, each step we take, is forever deciding the choices we make The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive Will all play a part in how well we survive. If you listen carefully to every sound, you'll flow with the music, not stumble around When in tune with beat, each step you take, Becomes part of life's rhythm, make no mistake
Looking at me Deep in me I feel a soft whisper It seems to be beckoning me I glimpse it, but it don't ever linger It just gives me these glimpses endlessly Yet always I know that it be with me I have known it since that time eternity And I know I'll keep on looking Forever, and forever For that sweet little whisper of me There is nothing can be said about it Every explanation will be wrong Cause words they have no power to convey it Though often it is felt within a song I know that I'll be doing it forever I'll always be looking at me I don't need to ask the questions Just have to look, that's all Keep asking 'Am I her so endlessly. I'm looking, I'm looking, hey, I'm looking There is no way to stop this carry on It seems that I'll be looking Looking, looking, looking It's the only way to bid the fear 'be gone!' I swear to you I cannot understand it And yet this fact don't bother me at all I just keep looking like a mad man I don't care If, I'm wise or just a fool 'Am I here, am I here' I keep on saying And always with this question I will be I'm going to look, and look, and keep looking Every day you'll find me looking at me. Another dedication to John Sherman..
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
______________ In this trial of lessons fared for wisdom aquire though pain lay near with a tear a spirit rejoice for through thy storm blue sky appear ___________________________ A Solitary Sonnetist Contest
Seriousness settles in, like an old friend Seriousness spreads like a disease Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away Our wonder in life, diminishing Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness! Days and years, rolling into one Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring "What day is it?" "Don't smile or your face might crack!" Judgemental, cantankerous! Pompous attitudes, of modern day man Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what's familiar Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness! The mind focused on its self created drama's Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside The past lives on, the present forgotten What was once important, now, left on the back burner Hard headed, victim orientated Righteous, self absorbed Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand Becoming, our best friends The vampire suckers of vitality Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way Lost, amongst the thick of it Not knowing any different Everything becoming an illusion Seeing things as it should be In our own little universe, no one else's! Entrapment of the mind Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love Numb, to the outside Numb, on the inside Desensitized! Going crazy! Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation Ignorance meets insanity!
It was a voice in my head A whisper in my ear A sound I've come to dread A thing I've come to fear It was the look in its eyes On a face whiter than snow Seeing through all my lies Uncovering that I do not show It was the power in its stare Showing what I don't want to see Saying your time is near And you can neither hide nor flee It was the words it said Creeping into me in a whisper Telling me that she is dead Telling me I know I'll miss her It was what it forced me to see Things I've hidden away with denial Things I said I'd never be For which I'll surely stand on trial It is what I will become A thrall of the shadow Death's own son Libera nos a malo!!! It is what I feel Black bleak sadness Pain I wish wasn't real Driving me to the brink of madness It is what I stand for My prerogative The urge to always be more My reason to live
The heavens declare God's glory As the body without the spirit is dead So too the moon is dead It has no light of its own Without the light of the sun She cannot shine and give light In the darkness So too as the sun rises In newness each day So too shall the moon Rise in newness of light Reflecting the Glory Of The SUN/SON Like a whirling dancer The heavens swirl And sway dressed In her skirt of stars To the lyrical rhythm The musical beat Of The word of life © Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012
I walked through fire, And didn't get burned, Not a scratch on me. Protected by a heart Hardened by hurt Secluded with a smile. No person benign or audacious enough No storm capable of prevailing To enter my kingdom of heart. With subconscious thoughts that told me Things I knew God didn't want to hear, Nothing to do but keep trudging on, Without the slightest bit of fear. I could hear Satan calling, Calling out in vain. Used the rest of my strength to try And stay the slightest bit sane. I walked through fire, Thought I was fine, Until I looked in the mirror And saw the burns on my skin.
The final mortal breath, his love and kiss, So familiar in an unknown word, He waits in shadows at the great abyss, The moment when all can be clearly heard, He brings certainty to end all of this. Here or there, no matter where we may roam, He is the endless veil, the last good night, He is the laughter as earthy as loam, His the power that claims the final rite, Gwynn Ap Nudd escorts our souls safely home. Form: Sicilian Quintains
Lamb well roasted with wine : tears... New potatoes red; Savory grave,dill gravy Green salad wears; Forgive us... God !...
"The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof but canst not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth." John ch 3. vs 8. In a plain bound book I tattoo white paper in blue Then wrap myself in this shaman's cloak To fly with the eagle to a sky renewed. I sing words salvaged from the press In the intervals of Te Deum, Stolen from its church, Sung so only its melancholy shines. Pärt turned to church and tradition Amidst a century of horror, And I turn to these conjured spirits In a world polluted by podcast trash. Inwardly, I turn – not without question. The simplest words are sewn with elaborate doubt. But into the image of inwardness I dive deeper, and there find reasons to go on. In the mandalas, strange mazes, of this book I encircle, tame, and then hold fast The sound of the blowing wind.
I got trapped in the dark the cancer creeps closer towards my heart I cant stand the pain that starts they put a needle in me my heart stops beating I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling everything seems cluttered I stand here in a daze but your face starts to fade I start to loose my feeling my hands are numb and my toes wont budge my brain stops working little flakes peel off my heart my heart turns gray I cant wait to fly away in the light I shall go somewhere else but my home where pain meets pleasure and death meets love
UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation. Another person crying; "discrimination." In our many attempts to not discriminate. It seems like it's God that we seek to eliminate. It seems like we've come up with our own "rules." And somehow have turned into a bunch of "fools." We accept many perversions of various kinds… But God himself? We seem to close our minds! In many of our lives, we've "kicked " him out. And refuse what he really is about! The words, "In God we trust..." Our money bears it! Anything of God? We're afraid to share it! It seems like the courts almost say he doesn't exist! And have brought much confusion into our midst! As many say it's "offensive" to display a cross… Many godly values have already been lost! It's time to wake up America! And begin to see! The kind of country we're beginning to be! A country that's foundation is getting off course. Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force! Out only hope is in God! And him alone! We must invite him back into our homes! To God and his word we must hold secure and fast! He is our only hope that our country will last! By Jim Pemberton
Touched A soft breeze tickles my senses Like cotton candy triggering sweetness Am I touched by another world Where love embraces my emptiness Far away from worldly matters Three dimensional or not Questions arise and provoke the critics Yet Science is proof of what?
....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.
Soul ascending freeing weightless thoughts lifted shoulders eyes to nowhere searching plunging its way to abandonment..... sounds whisper light sight unrestored cautious heart.... Flaming bird sweeping.....
Cool mountain streams reflect the cobalt blues and greys of sky Restful twilight with stars scattered as if on a canvas Fire cloaks the curve of the earth and golden fish swim nearby Weeping willows in the field sway to an urgent sadness The gushing wind that stirs etches the land, channels through boundless time The carved thrust of a mountain range, maybe the Andes Will challenge the forever yielding sky, vast as the horizon Where rain batters the window and mists as far as we can see It is a warm evening in a pub in Ireland As the songs hover around us, I know this is what it is like to be free
There is a meadow Where Wildflowers bloom A small brook flows through it There one's heart stays in tune As a child one's spirit Returns to freedom running, skip, jump Pick the Wildflowers Rest at will or lie down A tree grows there Which has fruit of any kind Just reach up and touch__ Pick_which flavor or color appeal There's always time to play Relax stay for a day This magical place of childhood Where I go many times to stay
In this life you're on the top You're trying not to fall But you're afraid that time would stop Then no one could hear your call Life is a big balloon that will end by a pop But you have to hold on no matter what Even if your sweat drops...
Web wise The fear drops from its light brown wings; this is not home; at least not for a bird. Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase, it is humming past your mute chair. But how can you help, you cannot locate your own way out of this golden web. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Imagine Looking with eyes All events, everything From a viewpoint A perspective that sees all The broadest spectrum On a universal scale Natural, black and white, If there was a finite Amount of energy existing In the womb that is space Without the influence of fictitious forces The universe is static, But if gravity was rather antimatter Drawing upon and absorbing matter Producing energy as it does, Energy and material are interchangeable With no deviation from the constant 0 Everything seems to cancel out in the end But time is relative From a universal perspective There is no starting point and no end To a cyclical event, Matter and antimatter exploding Into Existence, then snuffing each other out Would I be wrong of the conclusion In stating god is energy? We are in Gods image Not as humans, But all life...
In the mystic air of a warm summer night. The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight. It feels like God himself when I look at the moon. In his infinite time table, he whispers soon. His presence shines into my soul. And lets me know that I am whole. My heart is filled with gratitude. For Moonsignor's mighty multitude. Reality always slowly sets in. As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin. But Jesus gentle forgiving love. Let's me know, someday I'll rise above. It's like church service in the sky's. As that beautiful light shines in my eyes. Reminding me that we are not alone. It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.
I used to live, within a dream a small cog in the consumer machine materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam. Then I awakened a voice inside which promised to take me on a much greater ride I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried. A second chance, I'm born again alleviation of all of that pain I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain which opened the Pineal bit of brain. I felt alive, but I acted dead I took little notice of anything said, Now, I find my own truths instead spoken by a voice inside my own head. The transition was mightily fast 27years changed, after one night had passed I never knew I was only flying at half mast thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last! But truth's not heard if you walk with the herd can't fly freely, or soar like a bird if you believe, every single damn word. The message which now flows through me is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity. I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge I sipped from the fountain of knowledge and I drank it dry, I now feel really high why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye, Life's so much better, after you die!! A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest. ©John-Ovan.P.Hull
When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear
You make me wonder, with much merry eagerness How can you craft such majestic, poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart? Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me How can you craft such words with poetic passion In meaningful words, typed with eagerness? You make me wonder
Live your life or die tonight This is it, or is that right Is there a life beyond my original sight Until it comes, forever I'll fight Ruminating if I'll see the light Or another life after death tonight
What God's done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can't "contain it!" The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; "peace be still!" As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He's here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
Why do I chase the atom? when the universe has always been mine. Can love evolve from red giant into a galaxy? Dust and stone become skin and bone, born; fall and rise again. I love the black holes of your eyes for they radiate much more light than they could ever take. White hot coals made to rake caked surface of my lungs. How I long to see your breath steam up the silence in my soul. Droplets, turn into rapids and rush my question away. I tripped; stumbling my spirit crumbling. Hold; release those fingers. Strength born of sugar does not last, and it feeds fear I need complex and organic Can rotten become fresh? Carry the inner babe Cain and brother Abe. Save: heal the tether.
Those who savour do know well the taste, The rest may form but the images abstract; Unsubstantial eyes penetrate deep into realities, But the carnal look with superficial glance. Spent I time pondering over the baffling puzzle, Whom He created the Master Scheme for? One morn, at last at the hour of dawn, The curtains were raised, the gallery swung, The door opened wide to show the reality. Ah! What incredible I did find to see, Since then my mind burns, my heart smoulders, To capture the fleeting vision again. The nourishing celestial taste of experience, My mind, my eyes my heart did undergo, The organs of wisdom can not explain. The words symbols suffice not to impart, The festive taste relished by the inner being. A huge mirror of brilliance hanging down, In vacancy, extended from the south to the west, I viewed glistening with stillness of dazzling glare, Brighter than hundreds of moons if gathered; Emerged then slowly in the shining surface, Half portrait of the Masterpiece, the Beautiful, With magnificence adequate to the starved yes, But thousands of times more prominent, Than the brightening ground of exhibition. Beheld I the Redeemer, the Pivot of creation, Wearing turban green with no end lurking on the sides, Trimmed beard, neither too long nor too short, Seemed as if the vanished hands laboured hard, To adorn the Matchless with the regal splendour. Cold flashes emitting out from the countenance, Dazzled the force of frail seeing eyes; The spectrum seemed a true manifestation, Of the Being who from far behind reflected, In the enormous screen stretched in front. The mystery was revealed, but I should keep silence, For when "Yes" and "No" both are the ruinous extremes, Silence is the moderate route to survive.
The lucid maze Figures on to fathom The broad pillars plied With wisdom and there Weep They little know The Pain that's there That gave the light And took the Shame To have seen And not to know Do they really Understand my Father's Rain? He takes to give And we call him A thief...!! Only those who hold on Weep They gain who give Who know His rain and Losing all in lucid maze The light Win!
Deep in the woods, the branches dance in the wind, wild and free, Spreading their fragrance for you and me. Wild flowers sway, as the wind try's picking them up, Their roots planted firmly, as they flow from side to side, showing us all their glory, and our makers touch inside, shadows follow as they calmly go slow, Deep in the woods, time is well known, as night takes hold, until the morning, when light takes control. Written by:©Betty Bolden
When they all walked away and he was dieing that day he never stopped believing he never doubted maybe i was there beside him hung on my own cross left to die without a crown of thorns without a spear in my side maybe i was a follower a family member someone from a past life haunted by visions and memories that i know are true but aren't mine lies they tell me stigmatism of truth mirrors of deception confusions of everything but i watched we talked he told me more than everything it was the kings he gave him his power i sometimes think because he never said sacrifice me to god so i can become one it was the monarchy who hunted him down for vengeance and fame he never said i want to be sacrificed to mankind it was the royalty who said he has died for your sins of your conspiracies against me now let it go and as they all walked away from the games they had played from their riots and fame of the kings paranoia and noblemen house fires and stolen sheep Jesus said a few things to me things no one ever heard things of truth no one would ever know i was there and i watched for his soul to climb the stairway to heaven waited for him to crawl off that cross and all of the kings men and all of the kings children and wives were born again maybe i was there hanging on my own cross eavesdropping on a conversation between two saints and i had done something minor wrong but i am today haunted with the truth of yesterday and this lie i cannot explain
Love is the Key To All Victory Never let go For Love is inside of thee Love is the Key That brings Magic in air Of Sweetness Treasure tis found everywhere Even Love Between two hearts Within this Life Love is the Key Offered tis be Be a True Friend To someone True Friendship bares no end Priceless Treasures Beyond measures Love is the Key God gave to us all Through Jesus We can obtain God's Divine Grace Unconditional Love Always the same Love is sustained Love is the Key For All Life's Sweet Mystery's Braced with a kiss.. A rose... given A heart that glows Full of Passion within Moments Bliss Born within Eternal Flame Love of Truth Unconditional Search your heart Where does Love lay with you??? Come let Love grow Within… Come to Jesus Behold God's Glorious Love
Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own… A walk, mile after mile In quest for my lost soul, I had forgotten how to smile Everything felt out of control, I fought too hard to be worthwhile By that I got lost in my life's hole The regrets for mistakes I've made It took me off the edge, way too far away; Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade But got caught up in my brutal fray, The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage, I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more, Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be - Closer to something I've been fighting for The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore, Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free. A lesson of value I earned from my faults - Never push yourself off the edge, You'll lose the only key to the vault A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost, So stay confined within the limits of the limit As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.
I came from behind and my God at what I saw. I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you. I counted exact minutes with the seconds too. But I stood there intact with no lines to draw. There are many versions of Grace Verse's law. So I read through them one by one until blue. So I picked up the torch it was all I could do. I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe. I gave glory to the Sun and Moon, I exalted a few Stars along my way. I even rode in on a cloud at noon, It was a bright beautiful blessed day. But there were matted layers of deception, I guess you can only imagine my reception. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Beholds two… Together with such a love that's so rare… Sharing, caring and always… being there desiring within Two hearts binding… Each other's Love… shall never part… They not just intertwine… With love of human kind… But their spirits too… Overflowing Loving endless and True As they two Praise God first and everything they do… God Blesses their Love… to be ever so True… Melodies of passion they both behold Within dreams of many dreams Their love between each other… shall never grow cold… Within their hearts… zealous Love unfolds… Together forever Here on earth… Sharing their Lives of Love's Treasures As well with-in time… Eternal birth… ~Sweet - Sweet Love of True-kind~ ~Praise's be to God for Blessings for Two Hearts~
The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed. Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please..... Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease? Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway? You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away. That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat? All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at. Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self; I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf. We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try, Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied. I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom; It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man lives on the moon
My dreams are falling apart In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!" You are the stars - searing my Soul is kneeling to the ground Trace my future and take wing Towards the pathway...You find peace You are an angel in my-- Heart is bleeding soundlessly Above land...I mourn so sweet I am the clouds - carrying a Gallon of grief...release me! Place me in fields of love and Forgive me and lift me up You are the heavens to my-- Heart is beating profoundly Without Your heart's joyous song You are the sun - nourishing My lambs are grazing around, Roving in fields of splendor, Enlightening the darkness You are an apple to my-- Eye is grieving...losing sight Of Your glory...I feel lost You are the lake - sparkling with Delight and Luck! Bring us home! Grow like a morning glory In the autumn time, You thrive You are valuable to my-- Eye is twinkling...praying for Insight...yearning for Your sight You are the hills - guiding my Mind is longing for your mirth-- Restoring peace to my verse, Sprouting forth grace and freedom You are the train tracks, bearing-- My train of thought...making my Steel spirit connect with Yours You are the valley - between The mountains guarding us all, Building strength to fragile bones, Welcoming a stream of hope You are my map - lending me YOUR helping hand I would take Now, I could take Your challenge You are like a maze filled with Mysteries conceal the truth; I fight with all of my might And I BEG for Your mercy To mend my once blissful dreams! How I long for Your mercy...
We arrive, Then depart, But do we then return to start?
I was running through the darkness through the pain and the sadness I emptied my worried mind and I never looked behind voices whispered in my ear they were quiet and not that clear I ran and never stopped and the tears in my eyes dropped then I spotted a flower that stood and sparkled like a tower it filled me with all the strength and power and I felt each passing second like a passing hour this flower gave me hope and faith and it made me love life and forget hate I asked myself if what i'm seeing was right or am I dreaming about the flower that is white I hope I'm not because this white flower is all I've got and if I was in my heart this white flower will always take a spot
Living In The Last Days… I believe that according to what God's word says… We are living in "the last days!" People often call good… Evil And evil… Good. Too often God's truth is misunderstood! Many turn God's truth into corruptible lies… And do what's pleasing to their own eyes! Many just seem to fail to understand… The darkness that covers much of our land! Many desire affection from "others features." But have become sin-filled "fallen creatures!" Our days are very short and we don't have many! Will anyone live for Jesus? Are there ANY? The truth of God's word must be our source! It will help us to overcome sin's "evil force!" God's power is awesome and is presence so real! Behold the God of Abraham. Jacob and Israel! He is our only hope and our true redemption! Today can be the day of your salvation! By Jim Pemberton
The sky touches the ground. The poorest wears the crown. The worlds richest, now begging for heavenly riches. What and who is glorified on earth, but not glorified in heaven.
There is a certain serene peace in One One is the completion of our entire exsistence If you will accept it, we are One!!!! One is as broad as it is deep and as deep as it is wide. In One......there is nothing to hide, there are no limits. There is ...nothing under the sun that is not a part of One and the fullness thereof makes One complete. One life, One love, One hope, One faith, the greatest of these being love. The two shall become one, the One shall not be two. This is truly hidden wisdom. One vision, one voice, one dream, one interpretation. The end of time, the fulfillment of days. There is only one day. Today is that day!!! One day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years, One day. One breath to breathe, one soul within. Only One purpose that brings to perfection One human race. This is the Holy One. There is only One existence. There is only One creation. There is only One destination. The key is to understand the power in the fullness on One.
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You were born with some sort of gift Just remember this, my child, Swallow the pride that takes away Humbleness You are a gifted human being You have grown a connection with God He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family He reminds you to never let go of humbleness Tell your foes, if you have some, swallow your pride Don't be afraid of their actions Be in tune with God...He'll get you through this living and He'll send immediate help on the way because you've been gentle, patient, and courteous towards people's emotional trials and dangerous tests You have been healed by the Most High Swallow your pride, woman full of spiritual life... You are now a bride of humbleness You are a gifted human being You have grown a connection with God He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family He reminds you to never let go of humbleness Remain humble Love your enemies...tell them to Swallow their pride They'll never understand What the reward is for Humbleness Don't lack humbleness Lack pride and practice Patience before Humbleness Men of dishonor, remain humble Love your enemies...tell them to Swallow their pride Swallow your pride, you devious fools of shame! Pleasure-seeking women, swallow your pride... You are now a bride of humbleness
Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest "Season's Greetings"! We're all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings! In just one single season; I can change my very significance, Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being, I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing. Autumn decorates Mother Earth's leaves with painted colors of a much clever design. Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine. Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I'm breathing. Summer sparkles in midnight's mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat. Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory, Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met! "Season's Greetings"! Great Goodness! I 'm believing in exactly what it is I'm seeing and feeling! "Season's Greetings"! Goodness Gracious! I'm feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being! A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out. A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount. Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear. Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree! Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 'Tis Season's Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!
In the month of December, On the twenty first day, Of the year twenty twelve, We begin a new day, With a new way of thinking, Comes a new way of life, With this shift of perception, Comes a world void of strife, To obtain divine conscience, One must conquer all fears, Learn to balance their virtues, To a point that is clear, If we visualize beauty, Love, truth and respect, In our lives we will prosper, That's the karmic effect, One mustn't dwell on the past, Mustn't bother with ego, Mustn't dwell on such questions, As, in death where do we go? Just let life take its' course, As it comes drift along, Everything happens for a reason, No matter how right or wrong! Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Who Can You Really Trust? During these days of stress and uncertainty. Many people are looking for a security. There's a lot of families that feel forsaken. Many things they hold as precious, have been taken. Many lives end in suicide after much despair. Often wondering if there's anyone who cares.. Many trust the government. Wherever it leads. Trusting someone to come and meet their needs. Those whom we count on as being our friend. Will often "let us down," in the end! Things and people that we have given our trust. Have often left us behind, in the dust. There's someone you can trust and count on! His name is Jesus! He's one that you can depend on! He's more secure than the gold at Fort Knox! He waits at your heart's door and patiently knocks. Won't you invite him in? And begin to trust him? Won't you give him your heart ? And love him? He's 100% faithful and steadfast and secure. His living water is one hundred percent pure! He is what you need. And so much more! He is what your life was really meant for! Trusting God can be yours and mine! Won't you trust him? While there's still time? By Jim Pemberton
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heart's at peace no longer fears for Mary bearing God's Son – Joseph sleeps ~*~ * * * * * * * * * * * Note: #13 of 24 Monokus reflecting the holy season of Christmas! * * * * * * * * * * *
The new moon Of Eid-ul-fitr Is like God's smile!
I can't wait for the day I'm home, But where is home? Is it a past memory of childhood of the family sitting around the living room watching the TV with a takeaway on a Saturday night? Or is it the future that's yet to be created, a family of your own and a new place to call home? Maybe it's a feeling one of love and joy the kind you first created playing as a young boy? But I believe it is not just one of the above, but them all in twined into a magical feeling, one of wonder and belief. It is to complex for us to understand now but trust me my friends, when your home . . . you'll know.
Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking The breath leaves my body unseen But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place. I notice all I think all I feel. Right there on the window before me. To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both. A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold" To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time. I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart. I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window. My hand reaches pauses oh so this is what you look like. Oh if it was so easy to be done. The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly. What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist. Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch? welcome to the world for all to see. Hidden by the sun most of the time. My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers. Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you. But at peace I am. I know now what I did not before. Your not invisable your their in my breath. Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me. And all I have to do is breath. And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window
Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. Exponential theory, base of schematics. Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!
God is my soul's soul, God is in my brightest thought, God is my best friend!
Here without you Paints me a realization that life isn't easy It displaces the settling railroad Taken away by the midnight train's calamity Waiting impatiently to face some inspiration given by God Over the driver and I By the way you shrivel up in anger, I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune Swimming in its ungrateful punishment Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite What do you have left to diminish? To accomplish? Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station Jaded by your defiant outbursts Holding up my clutched fists in shame Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace This betrayal...not deserving a name You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence All the years seem to leave us behind Settling in the resistible past Passing our unachieved, future goals Poverty splattering us in shapeless love Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares Are we on time to reach the morning train? And start our life in a new cycle This family barely has anything to gain You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you, Pleasure-seeking mother Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair We aren't crushed against your passionate glares Here without you is an unhappy environment Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement Here without you Paints me a realization that life isn't easy It displaces the settling railroad Taken away by the midnight train's calamity Come home... face your fears and embarrassment Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman Giving it time to grow stable and secure This family barely has anything to gain You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you, Pleasure-seeking mother Good riddance
I noticed just the other day when I turned my blue jeans inside out, a curious little grin in my penny pocket. Just a happenstance left on the whim of a Friday morning on the 5th. Left for such a time as today when my inseam is too short, my soles are too tall, your voice is still and small and my soul is numb, after all. I fall into your heart on the page and know that soon there will be a time ... love you Hansen.
"Shall I hold back my hand from the rose, because of the thorn?" But the carpet is red that bears the feet of them that have trodden down the grapes; Laid before those who held not back from life because of death! ... It is better to dare than hide!
Fight after fight, challenge after challenge, test after test. While were in this life it will never stop, its inevitable, like the sun rising day after day. I feel weaker with every hit, yet ironically stronger too? I could be deemed as miserable or always looking at the negative, but without the bad we cannot appreciate the good and pretending everything is okay does not make the bad go away and does not serve any purpose. We must embrace all this life throws at us in ode to grow in body and in mind. Hit after hit yet I still stand with my head held hi, a presence surrounds me as if it was sent from the sky, my head may be bloody an my body beat an bruised, but something inside me still shines and grows everyday for darkness cannot shine in light but the smallest of lights shines in the darkness.
LIKE AN ANGEL …………………angels…they really do exist…….. Looking into your eyes, I could see your undying love, Your wonderful smile brimming me up in joy, I just want to know, what makes you come back, To fill my soul with life and joy, You make me wonder of my soulless existence. Like an angel, you cast your spell upon me, Leaving me caught up in my memories. Your faith in me makes me to carry on To transcend over the horizon, You placed your hand upon my empty soul, You brought me back to life, Making my dreams real, Looking towards the sky, I could see your fragnant smile Like an angel, you rid me of my perils, You caress my soul as if I were your own, Dressed in white, you shine your light upon me, Helping me to wake from my soulless dream
Love is........... God, in people, mysterious, creative, a choice of heart, amazing, truth, throughout the world, what God has for us, powerful, everlasting, real. love is a amazing power from above that can only be taken through the heart of one that wants to be changed to have love for eternity in heaven
Observing. Frozen in time, captivated by this enormous being, the size of a small car. Pondering, his every move. The way he used his hands; so child-like. With all the consciousness of the world, and graceless coordination. Aware. of the visitors, as they briefly called out for his attention. Only for a moment, then they were gone. Untamed, in an orderly sham. He sat there, in his dark cave. As if he was waiting for the light to find him. Perched, on a boulder, squatting, and primitive. Drawing in the dirt with one hand. Swatting a fly with the other. Surreal, His nature, as he rushed to consume his food. The females hovered behind him, watching intently, like me. His movement mechanic. His presence powerful. He was the king of his domain. Studying, his magnificence, I watched. How smart was he? Could he feel my presence? Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, I watched. Wondering, how he felt, I watched. Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature? Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now? Then it happened; our eyes met. He noticed my presence. His gaze intimidated me, But I did not look away. He approached me. I felt his eyes inspecting my soul. A chill ran down my back, I turned behind me, only to find no other presence there. When I turned back, we were face to face. Separated by the sham, And a two inch piece of glass. Just me and him, the two of us, and the females hovering behind him. Wise, His old eyes spoke to me, They said "I am like you. I love, I feel, I hurt. I am, like you." Sympathetic, I put my hand on the glass and with all the consciousness of the world, he did the same. With tears in my eyes, I smiled. Then, he pooped in his other hand and wiped it on the glass. This was a sign of endearment. I laughed out loud. And I swear, He smiled back.
Are rarely As they seem.
journey to unknown guided by the shining truth, paradise awaits
Pain is not commensurate, There is just no way to measure it. One may feel it ,know it, seemingly drown in it. It can be annoying or in the way. It may be physical and laced with fears, May last a time and a day... in the heart and soul or between the ears. There is just no way to measure it. To the lonely, pain may even be a friend, A treasure beyond measure, To be lovingly offered for good in the end. Joy. Joy is not commensurate, There is just no way to measure it. ...Or ..is there .. ? Inspired by the following "Definition of JOY" according to my Pastor friend. "Joy is not the absence of pain,.. it is the presence of God."
Empty Lost Vacant in a light-year moment This poem is void Along with our self-esteem This yielding emotion needs shine Will we ever rise with you in merry delight? You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light Frightful Confused Startled by your Senseless removal It has been written in approval These words doesn't exist in your heart For our feelings are merely a piece of junk Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion Frenzied Jumbled Bewildered by your action of Mindless removal That has been written by your approval Are you willing to listen Or are you going to turn down our voices? You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea Do you wish to have a void Seperating our once jubilent family? It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid Disoriented Doomed Disenchanted by your action of Heartless removal That has been agreed by your approval Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped Nonsensical lines Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped From these appalling signs Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain Faithful Complete Strengthened Are your stars burning with hope?
Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall... You may get old Your memories may drown, But your soul won't get cold And beliefs won't breakdown. Just don't you let go As you never know, Things you seek for all your years They could be in your back yard. Find the truth within the lies, Fight your pride to end this cry, Trust your soul; open the door Balance yourself and roll the stones. The one's you heart will always stay So don't throw life out your doorway, Life's too short and it's too real Sometimes it's hard to see and feel That's how you live a life, The risk that breaks you down to bits Saves and brings you back alive, That's what we call the gift of life. No matter how rough things might get We get rewards for the risks we take, No matter how hard or sad Learn and value what you have. Though, too much pride will leave you dried Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride, None of this will you take to grave, Your deeds will lay, only your pave. As you breathe in and do breathe out, Make each one profound And stand your ground, As lies are just the fantasy, The truth - is your ecstasy And this will forever be plain to see...
As God Made You to be For You can not do anything without God For God does all things... God Made You Unique Beautiful and Priceless You are made by Him You are made for Him You are made for His Glory God made you just the way you are You are made Unique You are Not a mistake You are Priceless.. Precious God Made You for Purpose You have a Purpose For Christ... Ask Jesus what Your Purpose is For God has a Plans for You... God Loves You just the way He made You... Beautiful and Priceless Before time began You were in God's thoughts and plans Come to Jesus become Born-again Obtain God's Glorious Love Grace without end...
During the road of life you've taken… Do you feel alone and forsaken? Are the choices you made "way back when..." Causing you trouble once again? Are the "bumps" on the road, Creating a mess?, Are you're under a lot of worry and stress? Through Jesus Christ… you can overcome! By his shed blood— the victory has been won! Hardship and difficulty will no longer prevail. When on God's wings of love… you begin to sail! With God's grace working in your life… This will give you victory over uncertainty and strife! You'll have a peace and a blessed assurance… Taking your journey with Jesus is the BEST INSURANCE! By Jim Pemberton
Memories flood across my heart Memories from which I can't part Memories I cherish Memories I wish Would become my Reality After I finish With my Subtlety And my Mystery In this Illusory Yet, Sensory, World, full of Fancy!
living or dying time is bout to tell breathing now thriving heaven or hell times ticking dreams fading hearts weakening soul hesitating life has drained me the crawling, the climbing oh Lord save me my soul is hending is dawn breaking please awake me is this the ending please, dont, fortake me
For this very instant of time I held reality within my hand I read the meaning beneath the eyes And just began to understand So many feelings are still mysterious For this very instant of time Yet motionless I know. I'm not alone The boundary is crusty, still not define In this humanity just passing through Another branch in the tree line For this very instant of time I hope my clouds will live as blue And when the heart of life will forever pause I'll still remember love so kind In position of prayer on knees I crash For this very instant of time From this very instant of time!
Imagine, if we were but pawns on a board in a game that God and His friends all played. Life, as we know it, just wouldn't be the same. Then revelations would never be made. He would carefully move us from square to square not knowing what move would come next. We would move as directed during the game or else life would be bitter and vexed. But, alas, this is how it already is where God controls with His hand. Destiny is set, He will win. It is written and it is planned. So, whenever unsure of what to do next remember, you're held in His hand. Go with the flow, trust in the Lord! It is written! It is planned!
… Quite often, there's a lot of speculation… Regarding a person's "orientation." As each day goes by… It appears to me. Many are confused as to what they want to be. Which direction one goes… Is "anybody's guess…" No wonder this world's an "upside-down" mess! The Bible says; "straight is the way." And "narrow is the gate." One needs to make up his mind. Before it's too late! If one is confused. Let me point into this direction. It's the word of God that gives much needed correction A "spiritual orientation" is what needs to take place! There's a God who loves us! And offers his grace! If one is still unhappy with the way they're created… We're wonderfully designed by God! This shouldn't be debated! Allow God's word to orientate your life today! And listen to what your creator really has to say! Where there is emptiness… God's love does much more abound… Allow the Holy Spirit to turn your life around! Jesus alone can change your whole way of living! His life for yours… Is what HE is giving! By Jim Pemberton 03/01/11
My dear my dear You are so special Your iron will Becomes hard as metal Your soft temperament Could not break an egg Keep your monsters sealed up Not allowed to dominate your head Rome fell down In what seems like a night Heaven seems like hell Except for it light Except for your might You are sound as a lion If no tears are falling How are you still crying Inside, your dying inside Intentions so bleak They're shadowed by pride If you can't do no wrong You always right Even if you don't realize Drop the weight of the world From your burly shoulders The load you should carry Should not keel you over The deeds and the actions Shall speak for themselves If you do it alone You won't ask for help Mighty lion man Feeding on the sheeple Even if it's steep Or piercing like a needle A stare is a snare And now I'm trapped in it Like the mighty lion The sky holds no limit For the glory I'm storing For the right day to come So I may ascend as a lion Into heaven With the one I am to become
Good of the morning darling. The wrath of Can has come. Turning eyes right back to One. I see focus burning the bush Small scars on the planet Creating boils in the blood. Outrage to create pressure Buy heaven's gate to measure Are you ready to stand? Life giving water comes to sand. it buries your well…understand? Oceans reclaim their right to land What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand. .... Targeting senses are on…. Brane waves on the horizon "...you better come out… we know where you are…" They're not far… Stretch of the mind is around gods great pleasure of sound.
The birds fly free up in the sky. Why oh why can it not be me? Why can't I just soar and be. Why can't I fly above so high? My spirit guides me as I sigh. My soul wills me to be free. Where is this highest decree? This is why I hear doves cry. I open a seal, Carry a smile. All is so real. I last a mile. Inside of me there is a will. This is why I can't sit still. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
The angst that fills my seeking heart, Revealed to me a missing part. More to life there has to be, More that is evading me. I'm looking for the perfect way But it has slipped by me today. Novels read gave not the right Answer that I need tonight. Nor in the airwaves, did I hear Any revelations clear. Not in a stream or bubbling brook, It must be where I failed to look. Among the traffic, I've not found Worthy words that are profound. Pay-per-view gave no reply Leaving me to wonder why. The stress of what I'm going through Prevents my knowing what to do. More to life there has to be, More that is evading me. I've looked beyond and far below, Finding only what I know. The angst remains with me, no doubt. Resolution, alas, gives out! Exhausted by my busy quest, This hopeless heart decides to rest. When, in my silent spirit heard A soothing, but prophetic, word. The sound was slight, a stealthy sleuth Whispered, "John, Eight Thirty Two. And once you see the perfect WAY, Read Forty Six Ten, in Psalm today!"
Just saying You tell me not to work on the Sabbath but it's OK to play football You tell me to keep the ten commandments yet you read the bible whilst you're driving to church You tell me what to pray for and how to have music ready for rehearsal yet you don't bring yours but that is different You tell me God only created Adam and Eve as two people and no one else but that is as ridiculous as the big bang theory
I was thinking about something just the other day. I was at a loss for the "right words to say." I was thinking about a time "way back when." That day I became born again. A zeal for Jesus that I once had. Excitement in my life, a heart so glad. A passion for Christ overwhelmed my soul. I loved Jesus-for he had made me whole. I've forgotten things that I once knew. Reading God's word- I no longer do. What has happened to me? I'm so ashamed! I'm an embarrassment to Jesus' holy name. So, dear Jesus, my knees I humbly bow. Please change my life... I need you now! By your word, transform me deep within. I confess to you my backsliding sin. I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do! And by your love, I'm made BRAND NEW! By Jim Pemberton
Does Anyone Pray Anymore??? Many times I wonder if anyone cares… When it comes to the matter of prayer. As we daily face an evil and wicked tide. It seems like many people "run and hide." A "moment of silence," is "today's theme." But, does this silence really mean anything? When it comes to prayer… Are many ashamed? To bow their head and call on God's name? More and more this is, what I'm seeing. Blessings from God… Fewer are receiving! Talking with God… You needn't be afraid! There's been a lot people who've prayed! During these uncertain time we all face. We need to seek God's love, mercy and grace! Having time with God, is a good place to start. Simply tell him… Whatever's on your heart! Praying to God will bless you! In all you endeavor! God is the same God… Today and forever! His faithfulness and love, will never disappoint you! Won't you allow him to wrap his arms around you? By Jim Pemberton
Another tribute to John and Carla Sherman. Turn the searchlight on Turn the searchlight on Let it bath you in it's light Take a look into you Just look with all your might Let the world be round you But don't pay it no mind Just turn around and look at you You're not too hard to find. Don't ask so many questions Beside the point these be You have to do the looking So very endlessly The looking's never over It be your life, that's all Then one day when the fever breaks It's all so wonderful. You have to do the looking That's all you have to do Just take a look into you Oh please just look at you You must use self -reliance Can't count on no one else The looking is the only way to health. You don't have to look for Gurus No need for all the books All you really have to do Is stop and take a look Then when the fear of life is gone You'll see life how it is Just look, look, look each chance you get I can only tell you this. 2 April 2011 @ 0430hrs.
Each cock that crows in the morning mourns the death of dusk. The silent sunrise reminds sages of the reality of human mortality. Thirsty, mother-earth drinks the teardrops from the soiled skies; ever hungry, the garden feasts on feeble leaves from trees in autumn;s wake. Each new moment dances with radiant rays, only to be nailed on a nocturnal cross when shadows betides. Every being with blood and breath entered a pact with vanity before birth; Human existence is a sacred script scribed with an invisible ink... writing nothing on something. The reality of yesterday cannot rid today of its obscurity, uncertainty sweetly sleeps in the womb of... time to come, time and chance melt into memories, memories that roam in the human mind. Years, months and days distil into sweet and sorry stories. Moments is what life offers us on a platter of preference: a time to live and a time to leave this world of wealth and want; seasons stop by to sigh-- weather whispers words of wisdom. we are who we are; the earth exists in spaces and stratas. The sinking sand on which we stand is willing and waiting, it will take nothing from us but that which we cannot afford: Nothing but the dignified dust that we are. I know two mindless weights that make all things equal: Twenty-four-hours-a-day and six-feet under mother-earth. Alas, there are two dates not hidden from the lustful gaze of fate: when the womb opens the narrow gate to human existence and when the tomb opens wide the gate to extinction… afterlife. There is going to be a word on the marble that we will not live to write or read, Yet it will be a concise piece of our deeds; all what we wrote on life. Time and chance will knock again and again on the door of destiny; So, cloister your memoir with courtesy while you yet live in this frail field. Only few men crave the den of darkness, dust and ashes, but it is the truth is that all men will run into it at a point in time; There is a time to be born and a time to bid life farewell, Twain moments that sandwich the opportunity ...to live for humanity or live in mediocrity. Adeleke Adeite © September, 2012. Sponsor SKAT A Contest Name free verse (old/new) Contest Description 1 original, poem on the theme of ......free verse ....... Any form is acceptable.
Where do we go when we go away? And why is it that we have to leave? What happened to Adam and to Eve? Where is the greatest scale to weigh? Where do we go when we want to stay? What about this great big world weave? What about you what do you believe? So what dues do we have left to pay? Why me? Why you? I can see? You do to! I think we've all been twirled, All the way into another world! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Can you remember? It wasn't long ago. Do you still feel it? Can you hear their voices? It's important that they know. I was where they are, and in ways still am, but His grace I discovered, and now am compelled to tell them all, but even more than that, to show them His great mercy. That's the place I dwell, the place I live, the place I belong.
Truth Between two Beholds two Hearts Binds True Love As many been in-Love for tis Hearts entwine Sweeetness together Suppose to be For all times Only Truth beholds Love Love for Hearts of Two As Love grows --Glows Stronger-- between Two Staying together Forever For God made Man and Woman Together to be in Truth Truth beholds Love Love beholds Truth Together combined Forever Shall be Love Last a Life time.. And through out Eternity Beholding Love for Only each other Honest and True.. As a Man be to his Woman As a Woman be to her Man Only unto each other Both Hearts in-Love be True… As God planned As a Man beholds True Love in his heart he would come for his woman As he bows on one knee.. He tis beholding a Red Rose Asking with Sweetness of Love for her hand… in marriage and as tis be.. Woman beholding her man.. same in-Love in Truth Tis she accepts…yes.. Moment of Marriage takes hand Words both express In-Love of Truth Truth in Love Pure Happiness "I do" Marriage can be quick for some Only If They Speak Truth Truth beholds Love as Love beholds Truth Intertwines binds their Hearts together Binds their Souls.. forever Behold Love in Truth Truth in Love Between two hearts Foretold tis be.. Blessings of True Love Given from God above All in God's Will All in God's Timing Behold True Love
have you ever loved someone so much you forget what they've done, have you ever tried to sleep at night but you hope and pray everything is alight, have you ever found your one true love the one they say is from above , have you ever been turn apart have you ever been hurt in the heart , have you ever been hurt so much that because of them you are scared to touch, have you ever tried to talk but your heart says to walk , have you ever not known what to do or know what is best for you, have you ever tried to walk away but heat says to stay, this is how you will feel if you don'know your love is real, By:Holly Davis
A mystery within the cottage sublime Whose the villian whose the hero The stranger looking in a view of time An assassin or trusting soul The harrows of perspectives force When swooning the lampoon Not lest the heroine of course When crooning the attuned All the while we wait to see Doomsday or wedding day As for me let mystery lie where it be
You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation filled my soul with your Sons elation In your Son my spirit found it's life nothing here can compare to treasures of wife In love he has healed mind and heart his compassion has filled our every part Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel that the lowly and unworthy do you seal As lambs who walk among the wolves follow the shepherd and seek his truths and beside still waters does he lead only those to whom his words do take heed Into the tabernacle do we flee for in your Son is our sanctuary examples of Truth we give our lives to partake the Truth must brake from lies Like the earth with flood waters were inundated that the influence of demons be dissipated the Truth of God falls in the latter rain knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again Downward you have sent the hearts of men so that they may see the beast within in fallen state to see oneself compared to the character of Gods wealth In your garden there was perfection the firstfruits taste of it's selection hand chosen by you to be as your Son anointed and with your sealing done Your Word oh God has become their bread and their wine of joy where Jesus led they loved not their lives unto death for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath Many are called but few are chosen as their faith is scorched choked or frozen only the seed that lands in good soil will know your Spirit Life's burning oil Through the temple curtain have they passed to the alter with sacrifices that ever last life and body are pledged to you and your words and works they do If you do not listen you cannot hear or tell when the voice of God is near through the written Word and Sons voice through them has God given mankind choice Who has the gifts of heaven known those to whom Jesus has shown though made lower than the angels be are raised much higher in eternity Oh Shepherd of God direct our course for life upon your path lays no remorse those you know their way have sealed they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16 I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Its so dark and cold here. Nothingness seeps in to my soul I cry silently into the night sky, praying for absolution, ready for redemption of my crimes. Night forces spread out across the land. Thick and heavy it consumes everything The stars above sparkle, then go dark and become hollow. All lights are now gone. But in the distance a ray of hope shines. The darkness creeps closer. Threatening to overtake one more thing on a quest for absolute power and control. For the first time, I feel a sense of rallying deep in my soul, My inner spirit waking up regaining control I am drawn to the growing bright light I can see the battle playing out before me Light against dark A war that has gone for eternity Now its time for the absolution I prayed for . I just have to make my final choice Do I run towards the light ? Or do I let the darkness consume me ?
How have I loved your laws and decrees and your Sun in the dawn of the morning the orders that govern the universe and their rulings the cosmos adorning So finely tuned a precise instrument it's crafting can no journeyman match construction supreme no man has surpassed nor it's equal can he ever attach You have hidden their rules and movements that a man could spend a lifetime to seek but the years we're given have been shorted and our will to regulation is weak Its decrees are woven like fabric on each writ does another rely their sequence framed like a template against its power can no man defy Its display of symmetry exacting it's direction none living can change through its pursuit our knowledge deepens but it's only simile can we arrange Like flocks are the stars conducted as their shepherds your laws do act like the canon of statues their placement their governing by decrees you enact No man can act as its counselor or rearrange its charge and command for all that's demonstrated in nature for all are subject to what law demands By their study we learn how to measure like a child the paths of all law to investigate all time and reasons of its operation we can all stand in awe source Psalm 19 COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
A needle in a haystack I am Lost, beyond the boundary of my being. It is a tiny universe you say Finite from infinite end to infinite end And still no bigger than the one Whose voice wrote the words of its origin And did he not came to seek and find me But yet I am lost again Among the infinite smallness of things On my brain flipping their little wings I can understand the needle Lost in so much straw, the infinitely small Lost in the relatively infinite pile Waiting to reek some future in havoc In throat, or skin, or trembling bowels In all the places I feel the phantom fear But cannot find myself as easy as a tear Is found to irrigate each thought I spawn With black wings cluttering the raw dawn Dripping, leaking all its contents to find me Wanting a Calvary again. Night's dark bottom drained Has no clue how deep I am in since Adam Opened the spillway to the bottom. Hell is a far place down in me, I cannot climb Out by myself, except heaven, the farthest place Away, hear loudest my whispered cry for help. Go winnow you haystack to find your lost pearl Here, the pearl winnows me, and still I find No trace of me in me, I am too scrubbed By all the bleached out years of black history.
It sweeps through the nights, Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, I lie there sleeping, It comes and my life disappears, I disappeared then i found myself flying, flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, I saw his face, I saw his pain, I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? I hear a scream then i wake up, Its white and clean, I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep and his face looking at me, holding my hand, i suddenly remember the scream, my own scream, and the bullies dunking me underwater, he was just glad i was alive, he leans closer, and we share our first kiss.
Though in this world, we so often trod… NOTHING can separate us from the love of God! Neither tribulation, distress or persecution… Nor the government or it's institutions. Neither nakedness, peril or even the sword... God's love is a treasure that can't be stored! As it is written; "We are like sheep led to the slaughter…" But God loves every son and daughter. In everything, we're more than conquerors through Christ who loves us… His death on the cross means that he wants us! Neither death, the angels or the principalities to be… Things present or to come… Can separate HIS love for me! Nor height, depth or any kind of creature… Can separate us from God's love… This is his feature! His love is clearly evident and reigns supreme. Over all of the earth and every human being! Why not accept his love… That is inseparable? By accepting HIS salvation. He's made this possible! Now is the day of salvation. His gift is for us to receive. All you have to do is reach out to him… And simply believe! By Jim Pemberton 06/02/10 Read Romans 8:35-39
Who is this? That calls me from my latent apathy. Why is this good? rescuing heart from lovers atrophy. My desperate mewling reached further than a shout. Stumbling toe scraping limp took me further, packed more clout. I was lied to. Thinking that you're bottomless ration, could be earned, could be bought with acts of compassion. I was indulging in hurt, abiding in poetic romantic pain. I was thrashing around bellowing at nothing, needing to blame. Why is this love for me? when I was wasting all my energy on a treadmill run. Who is this? That holds me light; gentle as the moon, source of the sun.
Omens - - - - - The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields; on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly, are completing the composition of waiting. She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man hold his patience all these while; believed peace will come. Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous like secret language which mystic nomads speak. She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils. A long wait for her son, returning from town, from the all consuming town where he has gone long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return. She again watched for God's language. Let him come. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Is it me or does the feeling of the rain set you free? To stand outside looking up at the sky as the rain falls upon your face, you can't describe the feeling you get . . . but you know its something special. They say water brings life to all things. . so maybe as it hits our face it brings life to us an liberates us from this world for that little moment in time . . . an in that moment we feel truly free
I Think About The Things I've been Through… I think about the things that I've been through. Many times not knowing what I was going to do.. I think about the journeys I began. And the roads in between. And think about the joys and trials life would bring… I think about the many days and nights I have spent. As I get older, I wonder where they all went? As I think about my life and so much more. I ask; "what is the meaning of life really meant for? As I read scripture, I read about life's meaning. There's a purpose and goal I'm not achieving. I read about a God and found a new direction! I need to give him my focus and all my attention! All that I've accomplished… There's something still missing! It's the voice of God. I need to be listening! He has a purpose for my life and a divine plan! He's given to me his word to help me understand! I've made a decision. This choice I'm going to make. I'm giving my heart to Jesus! Before it's too late! My life is filed with joy and the past is forgotten! All of my problems... God reached out and "caught them!" Jesus has given to me a meaning I never had! I'm so thankful to him, and exceedingly GLAD! By Jim Pemberton
High Cloud High cloud, high cloud, where are you going? You seem determined to go where ever the wind's blowing, High cloud, high cloud, where will you go, While the sun sets and the shadows grow, You've had a long day You've came a long way Drifting through the air, are you a castaway? You provide beauty You provide reason You're forever changing, as are the seasons You hold a silent faith, You serve a quiet purpose, With nothing more to offer than what's on your surface, You amuse children, Leave adults in awe, You affix your grace where ever you are, High cloud, high cloud, where are you going? You're fearless to go where ever the wind's blowing, High cloud, high cloud, where will you go, Once the sun sets, and the shadows grow By: Arvind Vallabhaneni Write a backwards poem contest
Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat Or floats like a whiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening
No Gods have I No gods have I, I've let them go I don't need props no more I don't know where I'm going to No one is ever sure Though questions leave me curious The fear is all but gone I only know with all my heart That life just carries on But what is life, you all may ask And I can only tell you It's you, it's me, it's everything From Earth to the skies so blue Birth and death may come and go But life goes on forever Nothing can destroy this force Not any kind of weather. How do we live without the trees Minus the moon, or sun And what about this gravity We need these every one And they need me, because I'm here And I was meant to be And really everything that is It turns out to be me. 28 June 2013 @ 0745hrs.
What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
I don't know what to do... I don't know what to do. I've done all I can do, and I still cannot get over you. I have reached out for you and fallen.... I have been crying for your help--- and you're not there to listen. "Letting go" is not a fear of losing what I never had... and the thought of you has only ever made me sad. There's no completion in this life without you... But there won't be peace in my life even with you And I just don't know what else to say but that I don't know what to do. If I fell in love again I doubt I could escape you. Whether I mean to or not I can't stop praying for you... And other that that, I simply don't know what to do--- The bigger you wish, the harder they come crashing down on you. It's the "know knowing" that gets me... Fear of forfeiting my only chance to be truly happy We can't always get what we want.... but if we don't get what we NEED--- we die. And it's not knowing that is killing me; Not knowing if you'll never set me free. sorrylittlesharky.com
There is a mysterious World Most know nothing about Full of miracles and magic Dreams and wishes, waiting to come about This World is so special To see, you must believe Open your heart and your soul For you must do this to conceive The comings and goings Of good spirits and good friends They travel here just for you To let you know their love never ends The end isn't an endless black hole But the beginning of a life A life that has never felt so complete A light, spirited contented soul. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Enigmatic Lane This enigmatic lane- I've walked long. And now I see Only barren lands, A mere setting sun, And a vague horizon. I turn to look back Along this enigmatic lane. And then I see Those umpteen vicissitudes, Those sudden meanders, Those familiar turns, Those abrupt detours. Down this enigmatic lane, There have been Many a rich meadows, Many a bleak wastelands, Millions of pompous marches, Millions of disconcerting dirges, Several comforts of love, Several cruelties of reclusion. Along this enigmatic lane I may no longer tread, for- As I now halt, I ponder- Perpetuation has always been The ruse of fleeting phases, And what worth has it been To walk this enigmatic lane.
Fated was I, that day I saw What left me in rigid awe For never have I ever seen Such things in a human being Stolen from the earth And Gifted to you at birth Beautiful they are in every way Crafted by god on the 7th day Sparkle like stars, they do But they tell history too Like portals to the soul of god they are Singing the songs of creation of far Time goes 1 minute by And I have not blinked an eye For I shall dare not miss The glorious moment in this Out of my chest, this heart did pound And my blood raced at the speed of sound Any longer and I would be dead So I stole my gaze away instead Back on earth, I now stand With beads of sweat in my hand I gather my thoughts and begin to ponder Why did I meet this universal wonder For everything, there is a cause For I've missed my bus, while in a pause Its destination, the bus did not meet For it fell 200 feet Now I see from a glance That God has given another chance luck was my friend that day I saw What left me in rigid awe For never have I ever seen.. Such Angelic Eyes of Emerald Green...
" I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination...". Too hesitant to enter, I pause and ponder: is this a place of wonder? What tempts me to open it? Is it curiosity or desire, and what lies beyond it? The aged brown door decorated with brass painted in black, has a distinctive Gothic style of a house of prayer standing yards from the bay; will I find in the rear an altar made of marble with an angel on each side guarding off evil? Once inside that mysterious chapel, where monks venerated God, I must follow it to where it leads me, neither fear nor superstition can frighten me! If it has no bell-tower, where are the bells? Were they stolen to make swords? Was it destroyed by fire or by the enemy who was a heartless infidel? It could be rebuilt and brought to the lost splendor of those amazing ages, and to rebuild it from the ashes, only faith can induce such an ambitious will... could I envision, perhaps a little too early, what a glorious sight it would be? And if peace is found here, I will dwell in it as they did praising God indefinitely. Written By Andrew Crisci for Constance La France's Contest, " Three Gems " Form: Rhyme Written on 7/31/ 2011 Deadline: Sunday August 20, 2011
I trek the corridor of an easy path Not because I am lazy or leery. Just because I want no lingering wrath, I searched for meaning of life's query. Death has its end or a new beginning. Life has so much joy for you to give. Each New Year is another inning. To be played with the spirit to live. We spend so much time wondering. What will be received at our end? That time we end up blundering. That so much more we could send. I have settled that what I have learned. Will be carried onward in some way, Probably better than what I have yearned. That each life of past, will continue an array. I cannot with any doubt, feel there is a beyond. The road less traveled is not easy or hard you see. Just spreads out in different lanes that correspond. To everyone's path they must follow or foresee. These trials I have passed on my thoroughfare. My faults, tribulations, delights, my own making, My spirit and soul has always been duly aware. I regret much, but resist spending my end quaking. Each sin that has passed through me I put to rest. I struggle not to repeat any again, to my best. I still ponder much and still continue my quest. Though I shall not let my living be suppressed. written for Sponsor Catie Lindsey Contest Name The Road Less Traveled
Let the air fill your vocal sounds Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir You are the main event Brazening with glamorous features How lucky could you be? I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger Though your bones are fit enough to fight... There's a possibility you could be a bending stem I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl Thrilled by denied consequences I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden So you can seek growth and maturity Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth I could sense your controlled hunger Snatching me in alarm Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm Don't give away this edification... Except it and don't lose it at all Burn down The resistible temptations Slightly crawling their way Out of drilling fears I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills Filled with pride and contentment Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras Be the thriving, main event Create a courageous scene just for curiosity Keep yourself stable Reflect your will on a clear, glass table Meander your troublesome ways Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors Full of heartening compliments Bring this ticket to heaven's heights Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind You are still considered My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden So you can seek growth and maturity I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights Where safety is freely given To a hungry, pleasurable kitten
... My pupils met his, and immediately my eyes opened. He saw my past, my present and the future to come. Simultaneously, my body fell to its knees in submission As I began to wail and confess, "Jesus-! Jesus-! I am sorry! I am sorry! I love You! I love You!" I knew He knew who I was and all I had been doing. My heart begged for His forgiveness, longing for his love. With his eyes still fixed on me, I trembled in anguish. He overshadowed me, and the fear of torment Particulated off of me. Then, I saw my mother's face. (I knew she had been praying for me with great concern.) Then, without a word, I saw Jesus reach out to me. He touched my back as if to lift me up with great force, But with one last cry of His name, "JESUS-!" I woke myself up. I was kicking and moving my arms when I came to. I was still on earth, but it was real. I confessed my sins again and again. I went to the bathroom to rouse myself, then to the opened window. I was hot and sweaty and too afraid to sleep. I sat up in bed, Turned on my bedside lamp, and began to write this dream. Mirjana, turned toward me and asked me why I could not sleep. I simply told her that I had to write, and she turned over. I finally finished, turned out the light, wrapped her arms around me, And closed my eyes. I could still see His light brown eyes and outline of His face, As if I had gazed at the sun too long and its image was x-rayed in my mind. What was He going to do? Would He have taken me somewhere? Was he going to show me something? Would he come again? I do not know, but this was the second time I saw Him like this. All I know is that He is perfect, and there is no darkness in Him at all.
what life is, is all in drama. A play whereas pain and joy are the themes in constant contrast . pain is for us in stage and joy for the only one who watches . what is it to be normal ,if life is all just stage act of the seven step rhythmn with a slight tag followed by the deep mournful cry encrypted pain is living and role of puppets and us all in poetic harmony we stomp to the dance of life.
Taking hope out of a gloomy day is like living without a hopeful heart; and waiting for miracles without praying is bringing on a specter of infidelity, which disrupts my daily living... making me ponder faith with distrust! Before it rains, I hope for a rainbow at five... believing that it will there for me to admire, not merely imagining, but envisioning its beauty; what is hidden from the eyes shouldn't be a mystery, and this Humankind has created myths and legends for the ones lacking the sixth sense! Embarking on that journey of incognito, solely relying on this overburdensome ego, causes me to experience inquietude in a most unfovarable latitude; and freedom is confined in short miles, when my ship comes to an halt for guidance! Before it rains, I'll see myself securing the anchor, and step on the pier of the safest harbor... waving at the fading rainbow over the refulgent horizon; taking pride and remembering the grueling fright of a captain who never displayed a doubt... even when the storm dashed the agitated ocean!
They say, "It's always calm before the storm." Can this "weather" be predicted? Who knows what's after the storm? When will it end? Will we live through it? They say, "It was fate." Who knows what's next? My future is unpredictable, No psychic can tell me otherwise. My life is what I make of it. They say, "If you're good, you'll go to heaven." What of purgatory or hell? What kind of choices are those? Do we even have a choice? Who knows my after life? They say, "Things happen for a reason." What reasons can they give me? Who can give me reasons for all of the choices I've made? What of the consequences behind them? Are those reasons justified? They say, "The eyes are windows to the soul." Who knows if all creatures have souls? Do we see with our hearts or eyes? Can the truth be seen through one's eyes? Mine are wide open. They say what they think; only opinions. Who knows the facts? Who knows the answers to my questions? Why was I brought into this world? Who am I, and what will I make of myself? They say this… they say that. Who are they? Who knows the truth? I don't, who does? God.
Whatever you wish for, or would like to be… There's a God in heaven, who loves you and me! Whatever you desire or would like to obtain! You can find all that you need! In Jesus' name! Whatever you may desire to seek "fulfillment." Only Christ' love, can bring total enrichment! Whatever you may hear on the morning news. With God in control… You'll never lose! Whatever you're facing, and trials ahead… Jesus can sustain you! With his daily bread! Whatever choices you make… Please keep this in mind… Why not give your life to God?. While you have the time? Whatever tomorrow may hold. Nobody knows! But God does! And he has it under control! Whatever dreams you have… And ambitions within… God wants to give you his best! Why not come to him??? By Jim Pemberton
Great is the day when a song you hear. It makes your spirit soar through wind. Great is the day when your time begins. It makes you wake up and hoot a cheer. Great is the day when it is a new year. It makes you back to where you been. Great is the day to manage a few grins. It will put you into another hemisphere. Great is the day just to be, A part of a world that sings! Great is the day just to see, A wondrous mix of things! Great is the day, Is all I can say! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
as the waters split into pieces and the land formed itself the day went longer than than the sky, and deeper than the sea its form was shaped it broke F R E E escaped as it fell lower than the sea floor but higher than even the sky the ocean was split into five.
Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely. All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly. Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you. Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do! It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending. You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending. The light from above as you struggle below for air, is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare! And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end. Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out. Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt. But then the break forms a crack that leads the way back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!
Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two. One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body. One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good. The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death. I'v lived in both Worlds. I'v hurt in both Worlds. Both seem neither good nor bad at times. But the funny thing is... OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become. ( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)
The kiss of the black hole Clandestine Purposely unknown The galaxy it's home Tear apart my heart It's just a start Feed off my remains The ultimate creation Giving life Thy kingdom comes To be undone Hallowed Be thy name For your the greatest power Our small minds may conceive It only takes a glance At your utter magnitude For the doubters to believe The vengeance of the lord Is displayed in your cycle I wish I could be great like you An inmovable idol Teardrops tear away from me And drop down to the ground Immiscible feelings swirling As they dare not make a sound This is the silent killer That lies in the end of all emotion Spewing out unwanted light Without another notion This is your nature To destroy order by your hand Spewing out of severed chaos That begats new foreign lands As if you were the creator Perhaps he resides inside The black holes might Drinks in the light And reincarnates it beyond the shadows
Drops falling. The tears of gods Forgotten or forsaken Tapping at windows Begging for repentance Those Cruelly recalcitrant To their design.
I've Heard Of A lot Of People… I've heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above. I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love! I've heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too… Would one of these people be someone like YOU? I've heard of a lot of people who've made it known. They are making plans to soon be in their heavenly home! I've heard of a lot of people who are joyful. You can tell! They're in love with Jesus. And are doing quite well! I've heard of a lot of people who've made a wise choice! They read the word of God and seek their savior's voice! I know of a lot of people who have made a firm decision… They've given to God their hearts and undivided attention! I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way. Until they met the master… Who changed their life one day! I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together… When the Lord comes back soon and takes them with him forever! I know of a lot of people and I hope you're one of them… Who have accepted Christ. And are now born again! I know there's lot of angels in heaven waiting for you and me! Won't you join with these people to spend your eternity??? By Jim Pemberton 05/17/12
Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.
how will it be who knows know for sure who knows need to know who knows want to know who knows do I want who knows © Ellie Daphne
It was you who told me Everything I wanted to hear For you loved all that I loved entirely. It was you who enslaved my eyes With your amazing heirs of grace, style and charisma Making sure that they never strayed nor told more lies. It was you who convinced me to take a walk that day And begin the greates experience of my life For we walked, talked and kissed the whole day away. And I wished that you were the one for me. It was you who placed your heart within my palms So that I could breathe it, so that I could feel it beat. But it was so great that I could barely hold it in my arms. It was you who took hold of mine And suddenly, you became its beat! A beat that beat all others so now only it does shine. It was you who became my hearts greatest beat For you set new standards for beats everywhere Making the rest of them cower and retreat. And I thought that you were the one for me. And now I'm a little upset you see. For I am not in control of yself when you are near And this is not me normally. It is me now Whom you've captured in an emotional net A net that knows no gloom nor any form of sorrow. It is my nights of sleeping in peace That I have given up for you For I get lost when I am with you. Lost in your smile, lost in your arms, Lost in that myterious universe in your eyes. And its me now who is beginning to enjoy being lost in you For the feeling is unique and unadulterated. Left untouched by dirty hands, But I still wonder, are you the one for me?
i use to lie awake at night and ponder of this pointless life up for hours and not make a sound i once was lost but now i am found my sea of confusion, like moses did part the instant i let jesus inside of my heart... but than i let out a gigantic huge fart and realized it was just indigestion than like a sensible person, i began to question and out of those questions, came rational thought and all of the things in school i was taught like critical thinking and following facts so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty
Every day, every night Everything seems the same The darkness, the light all smother me. When will I Start to notice All the issues apart from My own little world? Seems to me that I am Blind to life, yet loving life How can both of these diverse subjects be so alike? It does not mean that one should not take notice Through the babbling streams, bubbling and warbling There is LIFE! No more tears, No more sorrow for no one shall be smitten dead by sorrow, tears, or misgivings. Cherish that you are alive.
He has risen from the grave of death to lift you up to higher grounds
So in love, this empty world becomes whole, With him your everything and without him your nothing, Some hold on and others let go, We try to fight these feelings but some get to out of control, unlike others you feel as if you have full control and you end up losing everything because your heart was so cold.
Did you know, Love was in an accident? What! When? Where? Wow! My, my. Tell me it's a lie. Can we pause for a moment of silence, focusing on love? Hold on there, love not gone. It's real, but love wasn't killed. When did it happen? It was yesterday evening, I'm believing. It happen, when love was leaving. Everything seem peaceful, it was a lovely day, so they say. Where was love? In a quite restaurant enjoying a delicious meal. And in came the unreal. Love was taken by surprise; no one thought love would survive. Wow! All were speechless, love seem so powerless. As if someone had stolen all the joy. I am telling you what I know, but I suppose there is more. I had warned love to be very careful. Always check out your company. Don't be in a hurry; look in all directions before proceeding, and definitely no speeding. Poor love. Made an illegal turn, and ran head on into trouble. Had a concussion and saw double. Forgot the basic rules of the game; avoid some situations, its okay to be ashame. I believe love will learn to yield the right of way, on the next given day. It really didn't have to be this way. Innocent bystanders saw what happen to love. They said a few kind words while looking above. Someone dialed 1-800-Broken-Heart. It didn't take long, the crew arrived and love was still alive. Love is in therapy and recovering from love-gitis. They said it could have been worst; thank God there was no Funeral Hurst. Sometimes our hearts get the best of us, especially in tender moments, warm occasions and special situations. Thank you love, live long and always remember, sometimes things go wrong. Have A Lovely Day… Dr. "G"
Did you know? Life comes at you like a sword Slashing, Crashing, Thrashing, Slice Heads t'wards you without a word.
Water rune feed off the breast of the moon like a baby, new until by adolescence another ruined Aqua Deity Poseidon cast forth thy trident bellowing waves of violence sink towering ships, in silence How to tame a beast of rage first you must just turn the page a cold shoulder best these days soon to enter the new ice age Water rune welcoming bad news vicarious Aquarius the Water bearer enters hysteria takes his crown the common era is all but dead now Religion and science meet with a big bang God falls to his kneeundaunting wounded, but not yet deceased he makes a deal with the Devil for their synthesis why close your eyes if you don't wish to hear it? Forgot of Pisces like a vague evading memory of the childhood your hurricane came to clean life away, in ruin I stay, nothing wise left to say I'll just ride your wave to my grave, of icy water. Hallowing along to aloneness caught up in a priceless moment sea levels run rampant the rising tide rising high towards the sky rolling back down sound like thunder strike into oblivion, and drag me under lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting holding onto that which might not be whole again ever, like Pangea for even the mightiest army surrenders without their leader
As he turns his head The shadows dance upon his face. Each day a new wrinkle appears upon his body. As the man breathes another breath, A life is taken. Each day he cries for what could have been Every moment that passes He wonders when death will present itself The mystery stays in his head On what could have been and what will be. His head is too much in the past and future He is forgetting to live in the present Life sweeps away from him Like a wave in the ocean hitting the shore Never to be seen again. He is too much in his 'what if' He doesn't take the chances in life. His breath is not a waste For this man is an ordinary man who is in every person He is worry and he is fear He is faithless and he is afraid. He is what comes out at night but never in daylight For he is too afraid to show himself. He is what the devil placed in all of us. He is afraid to be despised by mankind And he is ashamed of by the Father, He is SIN.
The foundations of life, The existence of the divine, The why not, what's and why's, For the creation of time, For the answers sought out, They shall never be found, They're what keep our minds wandering, That's why life's so profound, Just be real to yourself, Try to live in the minute, Take advantage of this life, Respecting everything in it, Do not dwell on the past, Do not bother with ego, Try not to ask yourself questions, Like in death where do we go? Just make plans for the future, What's your next step in life? Is it time to grow older? And settle down with a wife, Should I have a few children? Could I support them if so? Would I make a good parent? I'm confused, I don't know, Just let life take its' course, As it comes sail along, Everything happens for a reason, No matter how right or wrong! Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
He hated his brother Because he practiced another Men of same wombs On each other, inflict wounds The free thinker; their observer And he saw; eye sores Men beheaded… burned Women disemboweled Bombed Drug traffickers and the mafia Show more angels heart Men obsessed with religion No place free of them Hold this illusion Four virgins and a mansion For just one man in heaven So die a martyr And make it even In the beginning, was this so? When men die, do they go? PLEASE: give me no fairy answer Except self proven ponder On the other side I heard Christ died Men turned it merchandise One name, many voices As the voices, so the vices Repent. Be baptized Or die ostracized Yet in sex, their leaders Abuse youths and feeders Adultery in the upper chambers Sucked the poor dry So the rich benefits and not die Name not names Lest you give them more fame The free thinker; their observer And he saw…eye sores Grieve not alone in chest It's same in north; south; east; west I heard God has his own powers And he for himself mighty might So why do for him men fight? I heard also, the goat can bite When pushed to the wall Be that so, Then there is: The goat- The applied force- And the wall. Who is the Goat? Man Who is the force applied? Circumstances against man And who is the wall? Religions against man
You say you know no saviour, You say you know no God. But find your scripts and rosary, You'll need them when I'm done. Seven armies couldn't stop me. Seven horsemen couldn't budge All that I have inside me, And that I've become. Never underestimate your enemies I've got my scars for all to see And I'm not done yet. Never underestimate your enemies Or what I'll do for victory. Shield your eyes so you don't see That I'm not done yet. Happiness; I've done all I can. Loneliness, let go of my hand. I've got my scars for all to see And I'm not done yet. Drink your holy water and cleanse inside, I'm waiting until midnight. I won't stop until I hold your heart. I won't stop until own your soul. This evil plays such a pretty song, You know the words now sing along. Oh the notes they sound so sweet In this dark, dark, dark symphony. Happiness; I've done all I can. Loneliness, let go of my hand. I've got my scars for all to see And I'm not done yet. Never underestimate your enemies I've got my scars for all to see And I'm not done yet. Never underestimate your enemies Or what I'll do for victory. Shield your eyes so you don't see That I'm not done yet
As Driving down the dusty road seeing through the windows as looking upon trees passing by tears come within my eyes... I realize...many passing trees not ever knowing Love's Beauty... as moments by moments gone as looking in rearview mirror seeing trees of past disappear.. still yet going down the dusty road within this life but still looking back in rear view mirror wondering did any trees ever get touched or did they just stand by while.. the breeze blew by... As within Life we know we all come in contact with many hearts many souls Looking back upon hearts Wonder if they became a part... of Our Living Savior or did they Just stand while the Holy Spirit be just like the wind pass by... Come to Jesus Don't let this moment be one that passes by within this life... For you never know When tis be time to go.. Eternity Come to Jesus Spread your wings Touching hearts God's Love Brings
Hold your breath Take a drift into the sobbing clouds Keep them away from drowning death They remained under pressure for years The clouds can't help it They must release the pain and pressure So they drown themselves in sorrow Sending dramatic rain from bitter clouds Leaving tomorrow In the muddied meadow The brook took its toll Around the valley, below the drooping clouds Piercing the land like a fish crashing upon a hook The clouds are relieved It won't miss a single moment of bonding foundation They believed That happiness was the key to a mere satisfaction *dedicated to Kalona* Flow along Be relieved Don't remain under earth's pressure Hold on to your jolly requests Remember this, keep this in mind: Build a reliable goal And kill the stress Push aside suicidal pressure Remember this as well: Go to school And learn to cooperate with the world And get ready...be well dressed For the biggest decision in your life
Lambs of Freedom Love, faith and unity Ye three millenia, Green, yellow and red Coronate Aethiopia. Gamma colors ye freedom Thou hast burning candles, Memory of the lambs Thou hath ye cradles. Green, yellow and red Tricolors ye freedom, Green, yellow and red Ye honors thy honordom. Let them reveal ye happiness Glory be thy holiness. Aethiopia Hoy!, Blessed and free Freedom ye mater dolorosa.
i was just thinking, what if i die... What if the clock stops, for this PenFreak guy... What if the brightest sun, for me will be dark... What if i loose...my heart beat spark... What's if my name, will no more have meaning... 'll you come to see me off, the day i'll be leaving... 'll you just be the same, as you are today... or 'll your heart weep...tears roll out, May 'll you remember the time we spent, the fun we had together... the desires we shared, the dreams we saw, that's now for me is shattered... 'll i still be in your contact list now even when am dead... 'll you still celebrate my birthday...and ask for the day's bread (treat)... Mom-Dad, just like my childhood glaze.... 'll you still gift me that of my favorite shoe... Pals, just like our teenage... 'll i still be tagged in a photo of you... Siss...just like our old days... will i still get those angry looks...that am about to receive now... Bros...just like my growing phase... Will you still hold me...the time i'll feel down... . yoll do'nt worry... after my death...i'll visit god... i'll go steal his sceptre rod... n throw it to you... that rod, his power... you'll be blessed i bet... in form of shower... you'll then win without any strife... i'll be watching ya mates... but from my AFTERLIFE..!!
With one last sigh My soul is expelled Twenty-one grams Floating upward, high I'm light Effervescent Free Twenty-one grams That's all I am That's all that's left of me I left behind My body Still and unmoving On the scale calcuator, pen The doctor total tell Unaccounted Weight: 21 grams **For further understanding refer to the work of Dr. Duncan MacDougall http://historicmysteries.com/the-21-gram-soul-theory
Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory The eyes are all the wonder of the world It sees the future, past, and present The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature The wonder of each individual being has a present To the world who has lots of false images To arise the moment of that one glance To follow the heart in romance Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue What a man and a woman should view Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side When that moment collides with mind and heart Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry The luster of all the things to come A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings And it should become revealing Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone Such looks with fear for no relief Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature Beware of what can happen when emotions are held Held to the core of an individual No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes Calling in your soul by just looking With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear The grasp of the titans comes to reveal The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop It pushes and pushes with no regret The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire Cannot be trusted in a human lier The beauty of man is destruction The beauty of women are commands The eyes of each does not matter in the sea Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true Command of a person is just one thing The desire to destroy is another The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all Even the utmost desire To be continue.
What stupid fools, with foggy minds hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil, trying to convert humanity to ignorancy religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course. how does light exist in a world void of darkness. A God without his polarity is like an above without a below. why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see. eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?, Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet ye remain even greater slaves than most sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken though from a hollow bossom . those with the knowledge, know when to apply it in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection. I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7 "I the lord do and cause all things" isn't it boring, a world without contradiction cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other, as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans . doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor. what greater blasphemy than that which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title "confess thy sins my children", he says now aint he your lord .
Do We Take Life For Granted? I believe that so often we take our life "for granted." Thinking were on this earth and "forever planted…" Scripture says our life is like "a spark in the sky." We're here today... Tomorrow we may die… "Where your treasure is"… "Your heart will also be!" Have you thought about where you'll spend eternity? Everything we need… God' s given to us already… When death knocks at your door. Will you be ready? Your soul has been purchased. Bought and paid! The gift of eternal life has, through Christ, been made! The breath that you breathe... Each day you awake. Please consider Jesus as your lord… Before it's too late! Each day we have is a gift from God above… Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love! Won't you take the time to consider life eternal? So your name can be added to heaven's journal? This wonderful life that' God has given to us… Why not allow God to come in, and give him your trust? He can change and make you a new person throughout! He is your creator and is what life is all about! By Jim Pemberton
' Moon-Rock ' Haiku # 12 Moon Rock, Craters, Crust What Does This Terrain Adjust … " Earth Was Made For Us ! "
Some days are joyous.... But not today, I was once so Jolly, But it soon went away... Waiting for a change, But yet I'm still the same.... Never thought of such misery, Not having clarity, This isn't the way to be.....
Dreams #1 I am the architect behind closed eyes Manipulating glorious blue skies with soft rivers swimming past my roses and wind flies past cloud's new poses Sun shining so bright hiding my wrongs with precious little birds singing their songs I'll finally find peace in the cold night! Dreaming these dreams of love till morning light! Thus the Sun's rays rise and replace the dark moon I wake up knowing I shall return soon Cause I'm happy to be able to dream... to bend my reality at its seams! CMS
Dear Jesus, I was wondering what I'm doing lately... I've been so ashamed of so much recently, I'm so caught up in my life, I dont know what I'm doing anymore. I'm terrified of my fate, and the people I love's fate as well. I feel like I'm losing myself more and more everyday. What ever happened to my morals? Where has my consious been. I feel like I've already damned myself, I know you're real, I want him to as well, but does that earn me my spot in heaven? If I made it, Im afraid I wouldnt be happy in heaven without him, But is that selfish? I feel like you've abandoned me because my flesh has taken over. I feel like I'm only living to be hurt and destroyed in the end. I want to be sorry, and I am in certain degrees, but not genuinley enough, I know it. I'm so gone I'm afraid that you wouldn't want to help me anymore. Why do I see these things that frighten me so - Why do you leave me so scared? Are these things cursed to me? or are they just illusions that steal my hope. I need help, but I feel like I'm in this alone.
. The God One True God, God of Heaven and Earth made And prepared a great fish to eat Swallow Jonah whole, undigested..sick..fish threw-up Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days revival
If you think there is nothing larger than the sky That enfolds seas and hills Take a look into my eye Where all their contents spills And I am larger than my sight It's but an organ of my soul And plays its music to the light Dripping from the sunrise gold Why then you explore the moon Leaching white her dusty breast Man is the paradox, the spoon And His creation's nobliest The sun goes down the image dies A wind made ragged on a plain A sight at which the living sighs The solemn emptiness of pain A cup of water filled the room with steam And larger than its origin Measures me out in dream For once condensed by sin And rolled into a liquid ball I poised upon a point of leaf And here pondering my fall I shiver with a sense of grief Nay, a dull and leaden pall I felt not beyond light's brim Before the bell's pregnant call Before in me a dust did swim As if I was the universe of all You need so much star to make The dust, so I could not crawl Until a worm the leaf did shake
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star. In the midst of a collision I am traveling far. Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission. I'm timing the clocks and gaining some recognition. I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion. Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion. The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away. I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day. I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood. If I could have I would have and then again I should. But that is neither here nor there so I will fair. I have accumulated a bit and have much to share. However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck. One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck. Once you find it you will be well on your way, You'll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
what would you believe to be true? a sun in the sky and the color of blue? check to see what time it is… and is this time a true truth too? for you? if we're to count what really matters would it be the drops or the oceans of waters? ~ Maya have a cycle and they call it Long Consisting of 'days' that cycle to One. Scholars translated the related data… Stating in dates from a dated stela That an 'end' was to come For the world as we know it. I asked for the rest to show it. Modern cycles of time are related To the point, I say, of being the same. In the beginning, it was just a game But a truth came out the more I played. And if this truth is really true Then what might it mean for me and you? If the Mayan cycle to One it just means That the rest are too. We'll start with a Great date of understanding The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending Will complete the days count of three colors Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000 We have the same color in the minutes it's true… 1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue. 1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too. And how do I know this you say? I only know it in the English kind of way But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see Which makes black when the zeros are three Too, this includes them all. The trick was a spin in the eyes They said 'add' to my surprise… and so I did Add sum, because it's said and is so That once in every seventy two you know There is the movement of One. Degree. It was a mystery to me and something unseen Like the physical physics of godly thing. "Golden showers" Albert kept saying Don't be a coward his dare kept teasing Could it be true his mind kept pushing He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing… So what can you touch in 24 miles If you're faster then light but stop for smiles? A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs 7800 days are the exact same colors, and 18.7.2 000 are used the same ways 1872000 are the hours in 7800 days Two cycles combine to show whats true And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you Because I'm not an '...ist'... or a phd But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease… 7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted… 1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot. ...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;) 9100 / 20 = 455 9100 / 13 = 700 20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number… Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us. ... see… there IS one more… and then it's new.n :)
Dancing shades across the sea, past and present visions we see. In joy, in delight, in pure and sublime, in He are we. Dissispated heros and obliterated dreams, replaced by the untouchable One. Ended journeys have been here and gone. Divided thoughts are no more, impossible do's and don'ts of man. Probable cause and possiblity decending down. Decisions must we make, let us go to the Word and find sweet relief. Angered, never! Simple is life concluded in us. Death hath no more reign, life in us is ours and true. Undried tears and wet pillows, all we see is weeping willows. Decisions in us thus to be guided, directed are we. A path before us laid out in love, and shined upon from our father above. Daring winds only now blow, past and presently owned. Through this life we travel on, with our beloved, tomorrow is already here. Dancing stars and amazing grace, a perfectly faced painting. No blotches to cover or smears to smooth, just look and see. Definate freedom coming ever nearer, the only way laid out before us. Soon to be in glory, just waiting. Devested thoughts, impure imagination He'll wash away. How long? Only one to whom we belong. Darkness before us, blacker than night, falling all around us. No light thus to see, without the Devine and only, perfect One we love. Dutchess' and kings are we, no darkness ought be in us. Kicking out on spreaded wings, we'll fly away on wings of God's love. Dare to make a stand for the One who died for us, who gave His all to deliver us from ourselves, just and righteous, He lives forever. Doubt has no place to call home, though it comes and goes. Our Saviour is the cross we know, He's the One who is risen. Dancing moon and shining sun, forbear not each new day. It's a loss that can never be, while we wait at Jesus' bay. (c) December 29, 07 Rosemarie Schrock
We are sullenly mourning For security from the demoralizing night I am despairingly probing For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight We are all wishing for infinite freedom We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out? Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about? If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend? It isn't in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall! If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall If we are all leaders, why are we panicking? We are all leaders…we aren't senseless pleaders! So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state! We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers! Saunter out of sight, so we won't meet our unsettling fate! You meddled with our cries So don't point fingers, you insidious devil And forced us to believe your jaded lies SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be? If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent? If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free? Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement? We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant Striving to survive! We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent Struggling to stay alive! Disregard the mourning state; Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate You'd do me a favor to cease your supplications!
The sun's devouring rays Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze Its auras are above nature's designating exteriors Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth's inhabitants, deserving my praise It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds The sun's appalling flames Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth's accord It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward! It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls The sun's unattainable rays Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays Embracing ambitious love like a father and son
Between birth and death, is the lifedream most lead when two parents soweed that loving seed their elders cautions, they took no heed a baby was born on umbilical lead. A Mum to nurture, a Dad to protect from their love was borne this project a golden nugget, with love they did prospect. But, so many people seem to think after life, it's all down the sink maybe why they live on the brink? When you die, over, that's it ooh, what a crock of...summit! I've got a few things to say on it, Walk through the door, there's so much more make that wall take a fall the things we all could be lift societies veil on Reality you are you, but also me! Other side of this curtain, wait and see it really is something else, all so differently. Why is it hidden when we are alive? when earthly bodies still survive, we only see one side of the ride the rest only appears, once you have died! But it's not the end, just something else many other life stories, yet to tell when the soul and fresh body does gell a new tale to yell I'm so glad that wall, it fell. Putting on my brand new skin my old lives ashes in the bin so much of life remains unseen a lifetime of unconscious dream the power is within you deep down, you know it's true there's Absolutely, nothing you can't do!! The varied planes of existence separated by a virtual distance by what some deem, Realities curtains But, Everything IS, of that i'm certain!! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull Written for the Life and Death....and in between contest by Mr.John-Ovan.P.Hull
The Constitution Or The Bible? From our news, courts and government institutions, We often hear about the U.S.. Constitution. As many cry what is and isn't "constitutional;." It's a wonder how this country is till functional! \As courts seek to remove the Bible and it's commandments. They look to the constitution for some kind of "enlightenment." The freedom of religion, which the early fathers taught. Is now "freedom from religion" is what's in many thoughts. It's almost like the courts "wave the magic wand." And then tell us the difference between "right and wrong." Many Godly principles have often been disregarded. God's word in many homes, has often been discarded. Without God in many lives. This has left an empty void. As perversions of his word are taught and "enjoyed." It's time to wake up America! And begin to see! It's only God and his word that gives true liberty! We're quickly becoming a nation of bondage and sin. As so many struggle with afflictions within! We all need to let God's word daily renew our mind! Even though we're busy… We need to take the time! God was here before the constitution was written! It's time to come to him! Will our country listen??? Because of Jesus… There is no "man and God separation!" The truth of his word is what's needed in our nation! By Jim Pemberton
Sunsets of imagined colors disburse on a thought, as they do not exist in this moment of Now. Nothing sits on your tongue of tomorrow where nothing nothing IS that cannot be cannot be in this very instant of you in the Now of we. Do you not see?
UNSUPPORTED CODE What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
God said; My provision for you is more than enough. I'll see you through when the going gets rough. I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told. I am Jehovah...your provider... more precious than gold. I am the sufficient one who's able to meet your need. Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed. Eat of the Bread of Life that only I can give! Allow it to enrich your soul each day you live. Come and drink of my water which never shall run dry. I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai! I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land. I am here for you! Give me your trust and your hand. Let me do what no other power or God can do. I am that I am! I am God! And I'm here for you! By Jim Pemberton
there's a curve at the end of every sidewalk did you know every block's measured by the lazy way a rope skips and ponytails itself down its own street? my, how my rope bends alongside that straight line six inches above what you call a 'curb' under my knees falling and rising under my feet
There's a God and another sordid god. No, never more your insult not in this life, or in another. We will be separated There's a narrow line between those who love and those who hate. There's a God and another sordid god. Patricia Evans
Lord, Help My Depression... My mind seems to be going "in every direction." I often wander if I'm going through a depression. The people I once loved... I love no more. Life seems to be so "dry." Rather "a bore." My life seems to be "turned upside down" There's no one to help. Nobody around. Will you... God... listen to my call? And accept me... Faults and all? I know that you're listening to my desparate plea. To love someone as lowly as me. Thank you Lord for helping me along. In your arms of mercy... Is where I belong! By Jim Pemberton
I randomly selected you for a treat. A delightful surprise for the meek. It is my breaths of large you seek. You discovered your fate of feat. I brought you to a judgment seat. And books of life you took a peek. Then in heaven you found the leak. Then the drums rolled and they beat. You were in awe to say the least. So was I in looking at your face. It is to the west as it is to the east. But definitely a different place. Many were absolutely ejected and rejected, But you my dear were randomly selected. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Atop the roof he stands staring out over the city A dark silhouette against the flashing lights Watching the despair and vulnerability Of the unaware mortals with lack of sight. They don't see his kind or the dangers that awaits Around every turn; in every aspect of their lives For only their suffering and blood will sedate The demons hungers; only the strong survives He should be their protector, their saviour But he's fallen; light tainted by the dark He chose her; sweet lips and divine flavor So now he bares the lost wings mark Those who's fallen from God's grace Destined to roam the earth for eternity A despaired and forgotten race Consumed by Satin's insanity He basked in Heaven's serenity and light But he turned his back for the sin of lust The tantalizing feel of her flesh each night Pleasure so strong it peaks to combust And sends him spiraling over the edge Deeper and deeper he slips down Closer to Hell; further from Heaven's refuge Forsaken and alone he is forever bound To watch man live, love and die To see remorse and God's forgiveness Never to know it and breach the sky Once more; filled with hate and wrongness He's a lil'piece of heaven spiked with hell An angel who has lost his way Jealous of man, so normal and frail Capable of only watching each day
Possibly I lost count Because I did spend a great amount Of time lying in bed, thinking of all you've said The only cure I have left is the emotions I've bled In my life, I've been released...I once believed I flew away-- chainless and relieved I lost count Infinity
the post man said "no mail today" my heart broke it two... again today I thought I was going to die right there another day, with no news of survival how do i manage to let my life go on when his has gone and passed away my mind tells me he's out there some where but no news from him no letters no card not even two men dressed in suits My mind wonders as I try and distract myself the news comes on and I watch ever second hopeing to see your face just walk by but as soon as I heard your voice I knew I didn't need news I didn't need a letter or card because there is no you well at least not anymore
She watches as no one moves She wonders where she is at Taken by a man she has no clue of She wonders if he will ever let her go She wonders why he ever took her She wonders where her family is I wonder everyday when this girl will be found I keep watching and hoping she will appear I watch the family Leaves are falling So are tears The sun is shining When rain should be pouring down What a sick man to take a young girl With potentional to be someone To make something out of her life To be someone that other people would be jealous of To have a family and make people proud Because of this man No one will ever know if she have this this No one will ever know if she will be coming back home No one ever wants to think that she will not be coming home No one wanted to ever see this girl leave This world is not what everyone expected For you kayla I wish that you will be found Be happy with your family
And the toil of the gods was great paert 2 Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that's bloody and torn In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent What evolves to feel dread or fear where's the need to dread ones own death A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} IMAGE IN {OUR ] LIKELINESS. HEBREW BIBLE /
There is no destiny too small "For all the world's a stage" And we all have parts to play Too many minds are in a cage They can't hear what their hearts are trying to say Mirrored images reflect silent Shadows in the night The dying of the light, too violent To be captured in the conscious sight But small wonders that should astound Go by and by unnoticed And die with out a sound Candle wax that drips and falls On the tattered pages of my book A picture image of enchantment That is permitted not a second look But holds more beauty than a rose that thrives Though that faded majesty survives If only in my memory The honored heroes trapped in stone As if saints and angels dare to weep Their holy congregation born Of promises no man could keep For beauty in it's modern form Consists of statues in the storm For there in lies a nature dark Of which we dare not speak Tiny frailties leave no mark Nor no glory seek Poverished light that can not gleam For the penalties we owe And lies in the dark, afraid to dream But as we beckon, will not go
In dreams We see things That we know Do not exist When we wake. But... That doesn't prevent us From missing them.
Once i was tricked into believing that true love existed...... Ten thousands of ten thousands Not one was worth one of her Palaces My heart the world calloused But she healed it and she balanced it Before i was evil, before i was a catalyst I was already destroying myself and winning the battle But now that Love has shined on the subject I think I felt it, I think I touched it Love brushed me, Love touched me She put her hand on my head and said "Stand and you are dead" And the next thing you know there went a bullet full of wind And where my heart would of been it pierced the sound barrier Then She took me by the hand and led me down a long corridor It was lined with happiness on one side and blessings on the other She said "Look I put all this in front of you" "And even though you denied me" "You believed once and that is so unlike you" " Yes, Timothy I know you by name" "But how long till you give me your hearts pain" And then i thought that is Love And I yielded my clinched fist And in my palm She put the keys to a palace and the storm is calmed
He passes through the forest without moving blades of grass; enters waters without causing a ripple; lives beyond the cage of time. Mystery is His signature; untainted benevolence is His nature. Date: 14/07/14
The day before tomorrow The day of today Every given moment Oh the prices people pay Any time Any place Any background Any race The fight for freedom is dormant We must quicken the pace Dictatorship is upon Communism we unknowingly face Yet there is still hope Just a thread, a trace Regardless of color Regardless of size We must all unite And stand up to fight For somewhere an innocent woman cries About all of this violence Yet in the midst of the violence does it truly matter About what shade of skin meets the eye For we are all red Deep inside
does the white whale call you as it does to myself silent at first but true till in your soul it's wealth, my life is a fervent chase across the understanding of god there to that empty space where the tangles of sin are shod, i plunged my desire burning into flesh to the bone all while death is yearning holding open the gate to home, so that there is only the need to own,to destroy and then the desire of the greed that will rise again.
the beatitudes dwell amongst the meek I am the number of justice and fullness if I am divided I am still equal strong and pure I have proven longevity I am poor in spirit, so that I might gain divided twice I am still strength an cannot be changed I am pure I am merciful I am of the infinite and I rest within persecution I am Eight
The depths descend Past the boundaries Of human conception Of realistic features Of one's ideals. So deep; distant So many cranks yet, So much order. ...Tick...Tick... Spin, Wind, Apply the pressure Or... it will. Trepidation. Do not act so scared my child It starts for you, Ends for me. Sit on my lap if you will, I have a story to tell you One that shall Tell the tale. Take this, My soul, My life This piece so close to my heart. Hold it, Remember; Remember the stories All the twists and turns Cranks and spins Needed to get here. S-521592 1, 2, 3 4, 5, 6 7, 8, 9 Ten... eleven... Twelve. Time... An asset. A force in its own. So controlling. So exhilarating. So... Annihilating. It takes things away, Brings them to life, Tells us what the difference is between day and night. Gives us things to look forward to And to look back on... This. Is key, Is life, Is death, Is money, Time is ticking; Fathom it.
To learn make mistakes to live sacrifice to believe, let go to know, believe In order to be . . . first you must see!
So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?
----- Death is not the end To life it-self Fore- If God wasn't here Then Where dose' all of these Great Miracle's Keep coming from ------ Life is not an ending Unto Death Fore- Death unto Life Is just the beginning GF
Tak, tak, tak, tak goes the gun; in a raid of the dawn. Ahh, Ahh screams the child, into fractured world born. Shredded: a body, another life torn. Rhyming' old news. So what's so good about today's? Running from the real blues? A recession of compassion; inaction for gold: a silencing transaction. Silence falls on fields of killing. We lie in our pity: sticky and shitty the despair. The answers we are taught; range from don't know- to don't care. I know I would play my part if I knew where to start ...would I? I know something of the pain around but how to give in? How to die? So many beyond the overflow line, sickened; dining on these old platitudes. We've needed something wider, deeper. His unattainable beatitudes Demanding another to play the game; the same death creeps in. Allowing His goodness to bring only shame. The blame we spin. When we are uncomfortable, our culture threatened. We are loud and hate-filled, love easily abandoned. But when the straight evil of theft, rape and murder elsewhere comes to kill. When hunger steals another and war a thousand more. Then we are silent then we are still. "If you want to serve the age, betray it."
From the edge of WTC The world can now see For the first time in history I believe in God's prophecy. The pursuit of Happiness is my goal My emotion is something I can't control Success is what I'm seeking for at school But obstacles make me feel so uncool. No one really takes a moment To welcome the time of the judgment No one really knows, hereby The philosophy we live by. Despite all, God is watching over us In this darkness, we have to be cautious. This worldwide crisis won't last long, If faith and hope are quite far along.
Grasp the bonding freedom, Captivate me in an everlasting wisdom, Tickling our favorable endeavors Bond and find our way out of temptation Find yourself in this hovering world of lust Learn to trust this knowledge and find yourself In a bonding life Grasp the bonding freedom, Captivate me in an everlasting wisdom, Tickling our favorable endeavors Find yourself Without these favors in mind Bond the unseen knowledge Plead that you'll not miss a single moment...make up a pledge: Flaws will try to prevail Don't give up...don't fail Bond yourself in this Wisdom And you'll know How to find yourself...you'll be seeking more and more truth That's not all you'll know...there's more in the future! Learn to trust this knowledge and find yourself In a bonding life
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That's how it ends So, this is it. when we lose it all but this is not the End This is only The Beginning of the End
God is in the wind Spirits of eagles flying high Soars by with angels' might God is in the trees His blood flow through their veins Nourishing green leafs God is in the sun His divine rays heat the earth's womb Seeds sprout from shun ground Gleaming glory of hope Over all dominions He rules Divine Guiding Moon
A HAUNTED FISHER A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher; Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher; Waving and sliding water - hills over; With howls of 'hurray', grows ever. Now a wisher, decrees vessels; And fishes millions of dreams and pearls; Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls; The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls. A god of holdings turns all to gold; Life to moving circular fold; Time to scarce diamonds mould; And occasions to sudden perches for hold. Possess a paradise with Hedden; Breaks brutally into the forbidden; Inflows and outflows hidden; Landslides and gullies end Aden. Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill; Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still. Now where is the floating tower? Flying dreams and manifold power; Where is the longed Hedden and Aden's lover? Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever??? JOSE PUDUSSERY
Ever wonder What tis be like For when we pass Through the door way of life.... Ever Wonder??? Tis be... Yes I do.. for tis I memo pass time I was out of my body and floating in mid air yet... no one knew I was there but yet... they seen my body just laying there... and I seen them... but yet.. twas strange For tis be... I floating.... nothing touching me.. I felt enourmous peace... no pain.. I not even feel a body.. you know think about this... as you sit reading my write... pause a moment... wiggle your toes.. you feel them.. right?? well imagine.. you not have toes.. or a arm or leg.. tis gone well tis like that.. you not feel your body.. for tis you not in the body but in Spirit.. Tis yes... it was for just a small bit of time but I noticed allot... Praise to God.. For allowing me to know what tis be like someday... when time tis be I wonder.. tis be the same when time.. go be with Our Lord Our Savior... Jesus Christ... Come to Jesus While there is still time for no one knows when tis their time to go or when Jesus will return for us to take us heaven for eternity... with Him...
Have you been trying to hide a "secret" sin? In this effort, is it causing trouble within? Perhaps you're not that ashamed of it. But you have only yourself to blame for it! You've read about others on t.v. and get confused. "It'll never happen to me." "I'm not going to lose!" But, as you get more tangled and "inner-twined." You have more of a lost and confused mind. This sin that you think can't "pull you down." You've tried. But victory over this, can't be found! Christ tells you that there's one choice to be made! It's either freedom from this, or being it's slave! No matter how much you may try to "sweep it." You're only going to be miserable, if you keep it! Give it to Jesus! Surrender everything to him! He has the power to destroy the grip of sin! Only he has the awesome power and ability. To bring to your life freedom and stability! Don't allow this "secret sin" to destroy your soul! Be free in Christ! He can 100% make you whole! Now is the time to come to him in confession! So his love, not your sin, will be your obsession! By Jim Pemberton
A thousand jewels tumble from sunlit Heavens, betwixt them a Creator's canvassed covenant. Gentle revelation, another miracle of life - witnessed.
Jesus, tell me what heaven, hell, and God are like. Like, quiz me on it.
Pause a moment for Jesus Asked not why Solance is golden Solidarity is the key Obscurity becomes nil Victory shall be ours Eternal flame flickers Relic in thy body of Christ our Lord {Amen}
Love exists for a perfect world now gone. A little taste of our past, and a future to come.
On this parchment I am forced to write That of which I cannot speak On this oh so delicate paper I am enraptured by my under lying thoughts On this meager piece of material And this once sharp pencil I try to express the deepest of emotions On this once blank loose leaf That I now read to it's fullest I find that though I wrote about nothing On this one piece of parchment About nothing at all it seems Is full of something you feel, not just see
His eyes, they do pierce... Sharper than the points of the nails That punctured his hands and feet, More accurate than the blade of the spear That drove blood and water from his side. Last night, I was sitting at a drawing table (Whether I was writing or drawing, Or preparing to do so, I do not know.) In a room without walls with the table lamp on. Both my arms were on the table top As light from the west stretched shadows To the east until they were no more. His figure drew near, but He was not alone. Mirjana held his left hand like a royal. Her hair was up, and she was in a long gown. She was enveloped with light like one of his angels. Her facial expression was that of Eve in the arms of God Being carried to Adam, who was about to be touched. When I looked at Him, it seemed my eyes closed; But His face still came to me. Through my eye lids, I surveyed His image. It was the whitest white Mingled with the gold of sunrise, translucent From head to toe; He was floating toward me With a smile on His face. His hair was long and brown; But the light made it look white; His teeth were straight. His full beard appeared like his hair, and then...
How oh Jehovah can they not know the Woman Harlot of Mystery to dine with Baal and teachings follow has been exposed with her history The teachings of pagans do endorse promulgation of falsehood without remorse consider not their celebrations source entice others to follow their course The incantation of the winged ones spoken and soothsayers their fortunes do tell In rites of passage the truth be broken to absolve your sins priest craft bespell They use ceremony in feigned ritual they revile God and shake their chains and demon poisoned is their victual what is left is death in human remains They claim with God to fellowship necromancy and sorcery upon their lip but what is taught does make man slip conjuration by demons do augurs equip The readers of omens and seers arts Babylon the Great Harlot of Mystery designed to destroy any purity in hearts blood soaked debauchery is your history Off key they sing a song of deception to cloud mankind in his perception artful device with the lies conception contaminated minds with asps infection To breath his air is foul beyond belief Jesus who leads the way must you show must partake the bread of life to get relief so that the true God you may know Favor is for those who truly seek your face walk away from shadow into your light contemn praise from man look only to your grace desire clarity and vision within true sight To seek your paths do I delight into the day and splendor of the dawn to the Laws of Love Jesus taught the right it is a privilege to sing your song sources Deuteronomy 18:9-12 IIChronicles 33:1-7 Romans 1:20-32 Apocalypse 9:1 chapters 17 and 18 Micah 5:12 Acts 8:9 Acts 16:16 Danial 2:27 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
You'd Think Living For God Is A "Bad thing." You'd think living for God is a "bad thing." Many have tried to remove him from everything! As millions of lives are on drugs, sex and dope. It's no wonder why many have given up hope! Just when we need God the most... He's cast out! We're discovering what a "Godless society" is all about! Who are you going to turn to when you need help the most? Are you serving the true God? Or chasing a "ghost?" I don't care how many courts say he does not belong. His words are truth. They're powerful and STRONG! He brings help and healing in his arms divine. He's still the same God thru the passing of time! Behold the Glory of the Lord and his righteousness! It's only in him that America find true happiness! Jesus is coming soon in his glory and splendor. He wants for you to be with him now and forever! Whatever people say… God does love you! He is here right now and wants to be with you! God... Not the government is your true supply. He is Jehovah... He is El Shaddai! Won't you come to him and make him your friend? You'll find true hope and an atonement for sin! By Jim Pemberton
A nurturing cradle of light a new born's first love, first insight a lesson instilled to always fight for what is right thy loving hand of god take this child out beyond the heights A mystery unknown, as new eyes search profound each word, each whisper, a curious sound a tiny spirit intrigued, so free and unbound a sense, a need, a purpose is found Oh' cradle of light protect this child through the realm of each night provide wisdom, knowledge and loving insight hollow hands of thee, a precious spirit invite
How, through translation beyond what law and prophets Dare say in Hebrew. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Leave some to dangle So the selective process Saves lasting theories. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ To see through scripture, as if autumn had fallen before it began. Translation איך, דרך תרגום מעבר למה שחוק ונביאים מעזים אומר בעברית. עזוב כמה לתלות לכן התהליך הבררני חוסך תאוריות בר קימא. לראות דרך כתב קודש, כאילו סתו נפל לפני זה התחיל.
I set out on a quest today, Compelled to write a poetic story, I thought perhaps I'd write about, The mind in its' infinite glory, While philosophizing life I wondered, what is inspiration? So I continued on my noble journey, Through the minds vast imagination, I was full of motivation, As I made my faithful way, And neurological obstacles, Kept getting in my way, Soaring through the universe, I came unto a vibrant light, As i set my hand upon it, I was filled with divine insight, The gleaming light then vanished, And an angel had appeared, Dressed in a robe of white, Dawned with a halo in her hair, A silky voice then asked me, Is it knowledge you require? She said again as if she'd known, Then ask what you desire, I was wondering where it was, That inspiration is derived, Then as I came unto the light, I'd understood as I arrived. Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul. Now known only as one! Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one, It is your final fantasy to live again! Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love, Life of life has just begun! The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within. It is your final fantasy to finally begin! Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one's destiny, Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought! A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye, Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need! It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade. Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove. Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you've caught. Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within, You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong. It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made. Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time! Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you! Fly away with me, but only for a moment. Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized! It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew. Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity. Harvest your life moment by moment, Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew. Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air. It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of you! Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek. Life of life has finally just begun! Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around, The loss of control is the loss that you will gain! It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight. Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong! Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity's strength. They find the treasures you've always sought but have never found. Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of light!
You are, and not as feared... just a birthing and a dying, nothing before, nothing after. No, that is your body (and brain)-- but you are, forever, without beginning, without ending, a soul stepping briefly out of eternity into a fragile shell alone and lost in a world of life and death, sunrise and sunset, desire and regret. Yet you forget what you truly are-- the very breath of God. And so you blunder through this dream-speckled life like an orphaned child hungering for home.
What Time Is It? Is it a.m.? It is p.m.? Sunrise? Sun Set? Coffee time? Tea time? Maybe it's time to unwind? Animal know the time, nature know time. Maybe its mankind that has a problem with time. Why do they say 24X7? What's wrong with 32X11? Would that get us closer to heaven? A time for Church, a time for the offering, a time for preaching. Time to go to sleep, time to count sheep. Time to behave and not be a slave. Time for work, time for pain and hurt. Time for happiness, gladness and sadness. Um! Even a time for timeout. Me and you, what are we going to do? A time to love and a time to thank him above. Jimmy! Yes mom, ready for a treat, take a seat. Time to eat. Dr. "G"
Discussions with a deity Let's talk about G-d Let's talk about your connection with G-d Let's talk about Him/It and How you converge here in This public forum In this place of G-dlyness Let's walk in to the holy of holies And proclaim our worth And right Together Here, holding hands Let's talk about kosher Let's talk about candles Let's talk about when you Decided you would/wouldn't Eat with G-d's thanks on your food Prepare the table Smell the spices How the wandering and the diaspora Grabbed your innate senses And rebelled Let's catagorise prayer, practice And life and judge ourselves And each other as we walk precariously On the path of the land
Who made the sun That brightens the world; Who made the moon,and a million stars That send ripples of light in the darkness And the silver glows in the hot afternoon. Who made the air That cools me on a afternoon; Who made the gentle summer breeze From the sea; Who sends the rain; Who have my life.
...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)... Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette Your love blemishes me with bite marks You brush aside the crumbs…now I'm stomped on all over again Your hugs are constricting like a serpent Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game You ruin my modesty You stole away my heart's virtue You bruise my sustaining dynasty You complete me with rue Your conceitedness intoxicates me… Your arrogance underwhelm thee… You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace You swap me onto the floor, now I'm smashed into smithereens Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans You're imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat, Feeding off the crumbs of deception
Crossroads. So many of them, but which one leads me to the right path? Will I wander down the dark one and be entangled within the forest or will I walk down the right path and find an unimaginably beautiful meadow? Or do I really want the right path, with the unimaginably beautiful meadow? Perhaps I want to take a gander at life and play it risky, as I entangle myself farther and farther into that deep, dark forest. Maybe at the end, I will find the most glisteningly, beautifully, unimaginable meadow. Maybe I will enjoy discovering and unraveling all the most beautiful mysteries in this deep, dark forest. Maybe I will dance with the wind and wander down the most eerily, yet beautiful path of all. Or maybe, the meadow back there is a fake and this is my true path to take.
Blessings-- Lit your candles upon us! Take away the dreams that has driven the dawn away Pour forth your light and gather up our muffled meditations We muse morning to night whilst curses haunt the atmosphere Thunderous greed strikes my weary soul again Flee from us, you loathsome creatures...now we are letting out horrifying fear Pour down your sunlit desires and hear our hesitations, Taken away by the nightmares-- then it's all gone Let there be light, God!
When I Needed Someone… You Weren't There! When I needed someone the most. You wouldn't listen. You said; "There's too many things in life I don't want to be missin.'" When I knocked on your door. And asked you to pray… You said; "don't bother me!" "Just go away!" When I was going through a hard time. I called your home. You really got upset. And hung up the phone! When I was at a very low point of much discouragement. Not once… Did you offer any kind of encouragement! I've thought about everything that has been said. At times, I wonder if I "was better off dead." It's almost like you wish "I wasn't there at all." You never talk to me. Or give a call. Should I attempt to call on the same Jesus, you claim to know? Would he listen to me… Or simply tell me to GO??? If I make an attempt to call on his name… Would he get upset like you? And complain? What do you suggest that I do? Especially that I don't really have anyone else to turn to… Will Jesus turn his back on me… The way you did? Without any hope or meaning… I have no reason to live. I think I'm going to take the time, and ask Jesus to come in… Perhaps this is the way that I can really find a FRIEND! By Jim Pemberton 11/03/11
They spread across the table to sway injuries of oak stained smothers, Just as though my values in obscure realities, comfortable by the sound of thrashing drums, the acoustic vigilant in the distance... The spread carried little suspense... and emerged in the deck, a prophet somehow who silenced the room as he turned his back, then unearthed a whispered truth, admonished such self-deceit in an underworld of resisted certainty, wasting the lives of those I love countering gifts of wisdom No wheels would spin he told, Though quickly change is in each gust, Reached deep into the robe, and revealed 2 wands I now hold upside down in doubt of all my courage, defeated behind a coverlet of denial. Yet in the distance... as I consumed what I knew to be true, There was glimpse a High Priest who smiled, delivered 9 wands of fire told me experience will draw me out of any doubt, and so my thoughts then vestured on you, allowed myself to retrace, and I stirred with belief as I requested faith, Then dared to ask a Priest so High to show me what love might convey... and upon waters of tainted dreams and the lady who should carry hope Was fear.. then in a moment of vulnerability the moon pounced just to tell me I was fooling myself, and priest laid the last sign for me that night.. my duty to accept the card of disillusioned. but I don't know.
Powerful words to bring into sentences Raining out delight to recieve to God Aiming towards a good way of life Yielding to the truth Isolated from the world's way of life and excepting God's the Creator Nurturing in a new way of maturity and changing our attitudes Gouging out the knowledge generously given by God
A wandering knight wambling in an endless road Thinking to himself Where the others are? Taking care of what? Who am I? but a fading footprint on a dark empty land under a starless sky seized by roaring shadows and delusive hopes
Tis be.. just got a phone call Tis a man.. said.. For me to go.. To their place of a church For they all want to sanctify me… To cleanse me from all my sins.. And to do some process of some healing powers over me And tis set me free… But tis be.. I am in best of health… But then tis be… They would make sure I was well Taken care of… setting me free This man.. said…make sure to come… be there or we shall come for you… By 9 am… I told this man… I shall not But tis man said.. they will not take no for an answer Tis be as I told my body guard.. He said… yes.. he knows They already told him And they know where I live As he preparing for in morning… As tis be… I must address Tis be unto My Heart's Love… if I am unable to come back For tis some reason… God only knows Then I tis be Don't ever forget… "I Love you... True".. You behold such Radiant light You are Amazingly Beautiful Inside and out.. no doubt… for God Made You.. Unique.. God does NOT make Mistakes "You are More" then you know… Precious.. tis be Love you.. ~Always~ Love me… Precious Friends.. Tis be so.. Please beware for within tis world such evil lurks for tis be.. these are the end times... There tis be.. Now For tis I been seeing allot of False Prophets, False Teachers, False Preachers... Claiming they are Saints Please Stay Always Close to Christ... For with Him.. He Saves Your Life Here and now.. and Eternity... All as God Wills... All in God's plans.. Shine Your Light For Christ.. Never let go... Always Glow... With God's Glorious Love... Come to Jesus...
God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay… God brought me out of the miry clay… He set my feet on a solid rock to stay! God brought me out of the deep pit I was in… He gave to me a peace and a joy within! God brought me out of hopelessness and despair… And took me into his mercy and care! God brought me out of a desperate situation… And extended to me his gift of salvation! God brought me out… When everything seemed lost! And helps me to focus on Christ' victory at the cross! God brought me out… When no one else "gave me the time." He restored my life and gave me peace of mind! God can do the same for you… As he did for me! He desires to be with you for eternity! God can bring you out of whatever trials you may face. He'll bring joy to your heart… And provide a "resting place." God can do for you what no other power can do! He is still the same God. And will forever LOVE YOU! By Jim Pemberton 12/22/11
Gee, it's been awhile since I've talked about Buddha. Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha
I remember It was the passing on of my father The world stopped I wept till tears blurred my vision It was so intense I fell asleep with a headache Nothing and no one could console me People prayed with and for me My heart pounded so hard with grief I thought I will die myself In the cool of the night In serenity with in coherent musings My friend and comforter Overwhelmed me with love He even led me to the truth I began to understand the mystery of death From this wretched earth to eternal peace and glory A blissful mystery only the spiritually Wealthy can understand Spirit of God full of love we humans can't understand My first heart break was just like my fathers passing on My heart physically ached My tears where like ice block I wondered if there is anything like true love I meditated on death Hoping I will transit to the world beyond The pain was unbearable I lost trust for mankind Nights, midnights, I cried to sleep I wished I could make the pain vanish Just like removing my jacket I was messed up emotionally Love became sour At that point I could have been recruited by Satan for destruction of souls But Gods spirit restrained me And wrapped me in His everlasting love and comfort The balm of Gilead healed me and took me Through the process of regeneration Oh Holy Spirit Your comfort and love who Can know the depth For you are a generous friend and lover and comforter Thank you Holy Spirit.
Will I say: "I made a difference"? Will I say: that I stood out? Will I say: "I gave it my all, beyond the shadow of a doubt"? When it is my time that comes, and when the end is near Will I accept the outcome? Will I have any fear? I've made so many mistakes My judgment's not been right I've burned so many bridges But still, I see a light! It seems like every time I want to close the door, there you are, you hold the key, and I don't know what for You take me higher You are the one I know you hold the key You take me higher You are the one What am I supposed to be? I am here You are there I am here You are there You take me higher You are the one I know you hold the key You take me higher You are the one What am I supposed to be? Will I say: "I made a difference"? Will I say: that I stood out? Will I say: "I gave it my all, beyond the shadow of a doubt"? When it is my time that comes, and when the end is near Will I accept the outcome? Will I have any fear? I've made so many mistakes My judgment's not been right I've burned so many bridges But still, I see a light! You take me higher You are the one I know you hold the key You take me higher You are the one What am I supposed to be?
Jesus Is the Answer Jesus is the answer to a hopeless situation He' brings peace and the gift of salvation Jesus is the answer when all seems lost He purchased your life with his death on the cross Jesus is the answer to "a world gone mad." He'll give you joy and a reason to be glad! Jesus is the answer to a family torn apart. His love will be the glue to "fix" a broken heart. Jesus is the answer when all seems to go wrong. In his arms of mercy & safety is where you belong. Jesus is the answer when there's no one to turn to. He's here right now... patiently waiting for you! Jesus is the answer and waits at your heart's door. He'll bring the satisfaction you've been looking for! Jesus has the answers in his word... so pure! The words he speaks are true and secure! Why not come to "the answer?"... For all your prayers? He is someone who loves you and really cares! "The answer" to everything is what he brings! He's the alpha and the omega... our EVERYTHING! By Jim Pemberton 02/07/09
Injured Soul Fainted Eyes Returning from where? Weary feet Weak arms Treading toward where? Struggled in vain battles Fighting delusive enemies Erred by a deception The ancient deception
A fire in my heart Blazes brightly- for the entire world to see Caressing the wind Dancing on the wood Effortlessly glowing Feverishly hot
As Sunday is here... Always know.. God is Near.. Protecting us.. For many evil things For protection was given.. Tis as my bodyguard stated he realized he didn't have to do a thing for as no one came... Twas no problems.. for tis evil people never came... So tis be As I mentioned before unto my bodyguard he not need to be here with me For tis God Always protects All His Children As God has protected me For God was already doing so.. as I told the bodyguard I have No worry's for God is always with me.... as God is with all His Children... So my bodyguard left.. Tho he said.. he still feels he should stay on.. For tis be... Never know when evil shall come lurking.. I told him to go.. I am not afraid... For God is my Bodyguard.. Always is and has been He takes care of me everyday... For battle is not ours.. But His... saith Our Lord.. Smile.. many stated that my bodyguard tis be like The Bodyguard in the movie But tis not be so... For in the movie.. "The Bodyguard" Beheld.. such Love of True between their two hearts But for my bodyguard and I Tis be only beheld love of Christ as a Brother would his sister.. nothing more... Smile... My son did live with me For a time.. But tis be as all Children.. Must make their way As God shall protect his days.. God always takes care me No matter what I do... God is always by my side To help me.. and see me through For tis yes.. in time pass I did have some problems about just the same.. Lucinda and Mathew were their names.. but this time was these people that belong to a cult.. But I know God put them to a Halt Stopped them from coming near me For tis I know.. I believe God will always take care of me... Just Beware.. Never be scared For that opens up the doorway for the devil to come in Know.. The Knowing of.. "God Does Always Take Care of Us---His Children" "Children of Christ'... Come to Jesus... Become eternally born-again Be His.. become a Child of Our Living God Jesus.. Our Divine Christ For He does Give His Undying Love and Protection... Forever and Always... For you my Darling.. Yes.. my Love I am here... as God Wills.. as God Plans He has you and me.. In the palm of His hands Smile... as He beholds all believers Faith can Move Mountians in our lives as tis be... removes evil away Protection is given for all our days..
Let love fly = With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes, she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries. Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; last night's storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle; a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught. She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care. It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up. The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time's each turn. The bird's soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind. Let it fly. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Ow... How he Loves me so.. He Really does Just think... Wow He Loves me... Like CRrraazzy!!! Just Knowing that He... that he... that he... Truly Really Loves me!!! I mean.. Wow... Can You believe this??? He.. For Real... He Loves Me!!... For me.... He Loves... Unconditionally... Yes... just think about it Ow... How God Loves... YOU!!! Just the same... Yes.... He Loves YOU... Like CRraazzy... too!!!!.. Did You know this??? Come to Jesus... Know how Much God Loves US... Ow How He Loves Us... Like Crazy!!! Ow.. Jesus... I Love you... too... Like Crazy!!!
The midnight magic sprinkles in the air. I can hear the every breath that you take. Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence. This moment is mine that I create. So very, very much I am content! My soul is engaged with such a paradise. I am aimlessly there. Ah yes! Yes indeed, You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near. The glitter is everywhere, I can breathe the every breath that you take. Closing my eyes I am so lost for time. This moment is mine that I make. So very, very much I am entwined. My soul is entangled with magic so sublime, I am without a single care. Yes, yes, yes! You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there. The radiance I stand and bear. I can touch the every breath that you take. Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause. This moment is mine that I partake. So very, very much I am lost. My soul is entangled in this web of mine, I am so very, very much there. I am lost in time. Ah yes, yes, yes indeed! You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share. Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds. My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!
Now there is a place in the silken webs of logic where somewhere does reside, But the tangled dreams of my existance, remain hidden somewhere deep inside, I've researched the truth of my essence and it is probable that I do exist, But to what capacity and somewhere it is clear but now it remains in mist. My parents are part of somewhere, now my Dad is somewhere lurking in my past, He died and has gone somewhere, where the angels welcome his walk at last, My somewhere is still an uncompleted journal, one more page I reach to turn, In the scribblings of my life, joy, sorrow, stretching some more to learn. Everyone of us have infinite somewheres of noisy whispers of a chaotic mundane life, Many people share another's somewhere, but soon leave for husband or wife, I try to change my somewhere at least every two years so it doesn't get stale, Then backtrack to find again my somewhere,looking for breadcrumbs down that familiar trail. Now the logic behind my ramblings, is found somewhere in the recesses of my mind, If I've confused you somewhere,relax,for I myself am seeking someone unique in kind, The Designer of such an incredible, advanced mechinism as my very mind and soul, And along that incredulous journey, will be found pieces to make my somewhere whole! ©11/09/2012
Let me stand in the darkness, beneath the moon... Let me quickly die, as the outside slowly fades... Let me be alone some times, to remind me of your love... Let me cleave to the hands, that hold all my tears... Let there be more moments of bliss, of joy, of faith... Let the One within be magnified! (c) February 14,08 Rosemarie Schrock
I will cure you of all your pain: The lie that inflamed you, The game that betrayed you. I will cure you of all your shame: The pity that distained you, The past that retained you. I will cure you of all your insecurities: The shallow thoughts that enslaved you, The mindless torture that ereased you. Your eyes will close. Seated firmly in a chair. Positioned in a room. Flashing lights. Beaming bulbs. A single drip of sweat, And you will be cured.
We are so nearly there! For further fly all our Cherished aspirations Than we could ever imagine! Our bright hopes… Though they be only thought And so briefly seen… Have breath and life! What we once conceived Of virtue and true living Of beauty beyond All our fondest dreams That which came so close… and was so real awhile… Went softly streaming by Veiled in silken clouds and airy wine We were so nearly there! We felt the flicker of life's wings Living things brushed past But reaching out to touch we lost! Oh, had we only known then How to enter in! But before we knew it The vision had slipped on by and fled us! What, seemed possible Was now only a dream And the emptier we felt for having seen! But no bright purpose is ever lost That once has been Truth's star is still there! As deep inside as it is above Where night's endless light is! Our mansion is kept! Our heart voice mapped Upon Love's palm our place And the everlasting vision etched! Out held, kind, ever offering Love's hand is always there! "We always may be what we might have been."
Leaves slide across an eternity of time, memories parted into petals one by one curl, crumble and blow away as so much dust on the wind. Here in this ivy-chained shelter I would close my eyes and drape myself in a cloak of a burning intensity of colour; A suttee-made of smouldering flowers and sunset beauties. Many hands have nurtured and tended to this burning ember on the skyline watched as it bloomed from bud, grew to unbearable blaze and perished in Phoenix glory. Few are the hands that have gathered its ashes to dreamwalk again, forming another seed another circle, another orb, another sphere of life. A new lotus grows, unfolding to the promise of light as I bask in the eternal devotion of a gardener to his garden
Dash through black, Jump in the sack, Know a sandy plight. I cling to three of light, That beats back the shadows, That lie in rows, Along my wall at night. Enter me of she, Does she know my plight, Not too late, To encourage the hate, That feeds upon my fear, As the Witching hour draws near. And now alone in the black, A chill runs up my spine, The bed begins to rock, An evil under, And other noises asunder, As the shadows creep across the floor, To take from me nevermore. Now as the noises grew ever louder, And I could take no more, At twelve o'clock, There came a knock at my door. At the tolling of the bell, I rose to dwell, I faced my fear and opened the door, A dream nevermore.
There were clouds from the sky To be a little darker then before Some thoughts in sacrifice to deny The ever mist in darken haze to recall And the walked path was an unsheltered one He who bears the weight of unnoticed vapour Should be realized to have unflustered thoughts come undone For he who thinks will thoughts be flooded lesser! That be pure and impure to see For a path of evil may well be a course to undertake To understand the substances of purity To then walk perhaps the dream-fill path in wake As the rain becomes heavier in turn It only meant for the routes be harder to view To be drench toward a point of no-return Guess not the unseen road but be sure of surreal! Mayhaps an after-rain be of rain an after To share the affair and to embrace as one… the unknown And to walk is the path already be taken forever Yet the rain, hasn't me to recall of those being shown
Gunplay 1 They don´t have guns in heaven only tooth picks, but god has got a golden gun, given to him by the producer of James Bond movies. He toys with it just for fun when newcomers arrive, but most of the time the gun is on top of the bible he wrote once upon a time. Not that he has copyright, he will be the first to tell you, but with the help of strange people who insisted he had spoken to them. Sometimes when god is alone he put the gun to his temple and…click... nothing happens it is all in jest or is it? Infinity can be a burden. Now, if you wonder about the tooth picks, angels like to welcome you with a bright smile.
' Uni-Verse ' Haiku # 11 Oh, What Universe What Grand Word, Did God Speak First ... Gave Beginning – Birth !
Look into the eyes of the shadowed devil. Wander through the faceless lies, Hope and prey you'll get inside. So maybe then you'll come out the other side.
Unabashedly he looks at her, He knows her truth, yet doesn't utter. She hides in glass and forms a shell, He sees her heart, but can't define it. Ashamedly she ponders his eyes, Such beauty in their witnessings. He barely notices her stare, Until it bores right through him. He takes a peek, and sees a skull, Hovering where her head should lie. Is it a vision, or is it the truth, He doesn't know and can't divine it. Wheeled upon a golden carriage, She is encased in glass but thrice. He sees the faults within the shields, He can but doesn't free her life. A harmonious tune of sanctity, Deliciously coated with her poison. Does it sting when you bite it, Yes, but he can't decline it.
Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts and into his anointed King do make our boasts by his Love descends the latter rain evidence that soon be he among us again As the tares mature in the fields of wheat we know that soon the harvest will complete and thrust he will the sickle into the fields collect the ripened fruit with her yields For his servants do speak the proclamations that Jesus will descend and rule the nations and those he knows will collect to himself for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth Tis but a remnant left upon your earth who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth Gods woman has been faithful and true because she knows her place is with you She carries out her husbands Word teaches the household of God things she's heard understanding and wisdom of heart has gained turned not left or right but on path remained These Words are faithful and true for Father by his Son does by Love renew mankind searches the earth looking for treasure but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure The contractions of birth have begun the Kingdom produced will be her Son only those who have the Father known will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne For in submission have given their life the engagement of virgins who become his wife cultivate the fields that God does plant her work is manifest and Word extant There can only one True Church be who have trimmed their lamps for eternity like living stones her foundations built Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt With tenderness has shown her his Love to guide her footsteps before Father above with purity of heart and without guile her robes are cleansed from things that defile She has not hidden her husbands light and with his guidance teaches wrong from right her Love of God shines brightly through night to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord for the Words of God and Truth have we adored into your sanctuary and church have fled away from the World whose living is dead COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
God's Plan for Marriage… There's a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was "born!" God's design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be "inserted." God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God's idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It's no wonder why so many have "confused" minds. Let's come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; "one husband and one wife!" By Jim Pemberton
I am in no pain, I suffer no sorrow I exist today as I shall exist tomorrow Death is inevitable- what bliss to choose its circumstance no nasty suprises, no unresolved business It is with joy I lived and in joy do I depart death is not the end but merely the start, as my soul has finished gathering the experience I needed from this incarnation my body is now irrelevent, only specks of dust from a distant contellation. Life is simply a stepping stone on the journey through time a dream before waking, as we are the children of forever, leaving only our bodies behind
The end is near Though many do not fear Only few keep watch With his name they keep in touch Some have eyes and do not see Living in iniquity they believe is to be free The wise keeps the word To flee the sword Crux of the matter is life or death To keep clean or drown in dirt Be free or be in chains Eternal joy or forever pains The choice is yours As time lingers on
To learn faith worshiped to an infidel To find God look in you heart To win heaven bows to your ideal To impress one , listen his art Life is jugglers play out of your gate Invert all things, sing and dance To learn this mystery, went to an illiterate Every one is wicked, every one is great Look at your sky call your guiding star Ask from it, is it know its way? Goal of your life is not too far A bud turns to rose in swing of ray To tame one please play a game To win please lose and congratulate him Heart wants no more but fame In darkness moon always smiles on his name One should win for himself not for others are we loser, no its only a blame
Walking with me, it moves along, Contorting with me, to me it belong. It's tied to me as a chain, I know it's with me, it would never wane. There lies poise between it and me, Grasping me, never allows to flee. Together we go, without any tiff, Casting my image, it stays stiff. It survives in bright, perishes when it's dark, It does exist on a spark. Following always, it never goes astray, Stuck with me, can't think of betray, it always stay. Gives me sense to be stronger, as I walk, I halt on the way, admire it, if it could talk. God knows, why it is made so conventional, Unceasingly it swings parallel. At a certain time, everything departs, saying farewell, Except for my shadow, the one will always dwell. It certainly is the symbol of faith and duty, It is the only companion, who has eternity. A dark image staying in me, Forever as one could see. As long as I will be, I desire to see, no 'you' and 'me', but a 'we'.
So strong and self assured He rides alone always wanting more Never satisfied with what's between those fences His spirit will wake up your wildest senses By the cross and thorns that is emblazoned on his arm His substance runs deeper than his cowboy charm A tame Christian man with a spirit wild A man of God, he is your child His reckless nature will never subside Yet humble he still has his foolish pride His heart is bigger than the tallest mountain high And you feel weak when you look into his eyes His hands so rough yet so soft to touch For him no ride is ever too much He welcomes the mystery that comes in the night A lover at heart born ready to fight The complexity of this cowboy man Every woman dreams with him she would stand Alone, looking at the midnight moon In her dreams, she whispers...sometime soon
Lord Jesus A Son of God, I read it in the Bible. Where also lord mentioned. A false prophet will be born. After this message, Lord Muhammad was born, And these teachings were never accepted Christians followed Lord Christ holy Bible, That 'd written by his followers, Because he was unable to write. If this is the truth, Who was the father of God? That was the father of Lord Christ? If Mary was virgin, And God took this responsibility, That her child, Jesus is a Son of God, Is it that means? God was a human. I read also on many occasions, Devil also slept with many women, But nobody claimed that,' he was a son of devil. As Dalits were accepted untouchables, Over the centuries and Mahatma Gandhi, Accepted Indians 'A father of nation', Claimed that untouchables are 'harizans'. The Son of God. In 2001, The World conference against Racism, Taken place in Durban that I attend, And protested that, 'Casteism is Racism'. The 7th Global form,' reinventing Government' in Vienna, I attended where I heard, UN failed to hear Dalit's issue of Caste, Because they admitted that, Gandhi was a great philosopher. He will be awarded with noble prize. I appreciated the world philosophers, Who admit Gandhi's Claim that 250 million Dalit's are not human, They are the Son of God as Lord Jesus Christ But was that reason, Not Christians, not Muslims, not Jews, not Buddhists, Condemned UN role of discrimination against Dalits. Is these religions accepted that, Gandhi was a great philosopher, 250 million Dalits are the Son of God, not human. If they accepted that Dalits are also human, They must claim to UN, How did they fail to address? Dalit rights are also human rights.
Walking through life all alone, I live my life in monotone. Watching the days go by, I sit and wonder, why? What purpose do I serve? What is it to just exist? Wandering blind in a veil of mist. If the sun were to shine on me, Could I open my mind and see? Would I use my heart and soul? Would I find what hatred once stole? Young in life, my innocence lost, taken, My mind frozen with fear, trust violently shaken. Unable to shed a tear, my paranoia blatantly real. Emotions unexpressed congeal. My eyes leave nothing unguarded, The real me checked and carded. Awaiting a person who possesses the key, To open the door and kill the pain inside me. Summer Gratias
A Temple Place A Temple Place a place to pray to ask forgiveness for doing wrong to search your heart for a new way to live then the old one is so wrong
If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold, Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold, Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man, Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again? God would send out his best hands to hold, Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold. If only our love could behold Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold Gifts to to God to wash our sin Equipped pillars stories told Thoughts about God mirrors my pen
I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u, I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted. On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my head n the guy behind the gun, willing To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how it is right just is wht it is", "No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n asking for help words bearly would come out, "It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with god, he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying for me." One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be there. "You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa "I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied "We all have a mother just keep tht in mind". On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back of the head of the one who shoot me. "I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me "U have a mother?" I asked "Screw u." He replied " go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live." Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead. I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my mother passed through.
constructive criticism at the first sight seen, opinion that lasts a lifetime. your first look is so overwhelming, idea so bright; pictures of you that shines, impresses even the enemy of mine. a critic's tool, one can never fool. expression with meaning, sophistication with feeling. arouses emotions, a long lasting notion. vague but deep, puts you into a trance. like an unwritten script, bold with every chance. like a rumor or a secret, takes your breathe away! teeming with surprising emotions, so critical with hidden agenda of opinions
Many explorers and magicians have travelled across the continents, searching for the Philosophers' Stone. Legend has it that the stone originated from the core of the universe, the core which cannot be seen even with today's eyes. It is said in hidden whispers, that it has all the secrets of the past, present, and future embedded in it. Pyramids of Egypt, Stonehenge, Oak of Mamre, and ancient maps, have all been searched painstakingly, only to be left with an echo of time's laughter, scorning the stone's seekers fruitless mission. "It is not a real stone," an alchemist once told me. "It is a fabled stone that exists only in the imaginary world. "Our world today was once an imaginary world," another alchemist told me. "what if the Philosophers' Stone exists?"
I have sought your place down by the sea for a heart like mine trothed in unity I have searched the lands low and high for Love that would extend unto the sky I have walked the mountains path and trails hunting a beloved who never fails go forth oh daughters of the land there is only one woman I'll take in hand She is fair, my love, and tender of heart I dream she's there when the day does start her words are honey within it's comb the only one I will bring to my fathers home I seek for you now most everywhere looking for the sun shining in your stare there beauty lies within flowing robes and inner light whose bright blaze shows She'll think of me as her comely Lord with my company never will be bored with many talents is she graced among the peoples her work is traced She's the fruit of the vine unto my smile will speak sweet truth without any guile she'll enfold me with serene embrace lift her eyes up to seek my face She'll reach forth to take hold my hand and follow my paths throughout the land our children will all become one nation The stars of heaven will be our station sources Song of Solomon Proverbs 31:10-31 Apocalypse 7:1-8 21:9-27 The Bride of Christ the true temple of God the 144,000 kingdom of kings and priests sealed to Gods service as differenciated from the great crowd that come thru the apocalypse 7:9-17 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
In this box (that I hold tightly against my body, afraid it might slip away the next time I fall six sides so easy to examine to carry to show to anyone who will stop for just a moment so simple; there are no secrets nothing that cannot be explained) we say is the being that spoke life— who surrounds everything, is infinitely bigger than anything that has ever claimed hugeness than all things that have ever been (back to before the first man smiled at the first woman) and will be (until time stops and we spin in the glow of an eternal smile) than existence. It is any wonder that (as we come with our nice neat list of the contents of our sacred cube) no one will listen to our proclamations of salvation? After all, who was ever saved by something smaller than herself? So small, it fits directing into our hearts and goes no further.
Hope, Desire of mind Excites eagerness of heart Dreams for the welcoming moments Hope
The name Christ signifies Messias The Great Prophet High Priest and King of the New Law anointed as a man with the fullness of divine power
You don't see...what lies await for us The darkest of night has awakened... Opening its tattered claws To see who will fall next...venture as you can In the darkest of night Dear friend, it's not my time to die I'm sure of it...I've been driven insane with it I'm sure That we'll survive...we'll endure It's not our time to depart We'll survive to see the new day So push those suicidal thoughts...those depressing thoughts The darkest hour has put a strain on us We won't lay in endless ruins That vermin...I blame those fools I'm dead inside... Having no time to feel the love abide In this fatality...becoming a reality Dear friends, I can here your screams I can see your horrifying dreams It was all my fault I'm the one who you should assault I keep feeling hungry...I can't help it anymore more I vow it... I vow it's not our time to die
Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose that train of thought a garden of delight but the problems of tomorrow life will choose I'll have made my decisions life to change like those who swear off a habits lent but when I awake the flesh will rule and for its desire time will be spent I can tie my shoes not even thinking the customs of my fathers not forget every path of life is set before us but living without reasoning I'll regret If I do not reflect upon all history or upon the strand of life I live I'm doomed to failure of its mystery if attention to its standards I not give But so embedded in my body its demands that wars with my minds intelligence though I know of carnalities commands my will power will make light of its pretense So only of my own needs will I seek I'll not consider your life or your duress for I only look upon the man in mirror and of all its lies I'll not confess My focus will be only what I can see its mind not be shaped by what I do for the spirit belonging to the carnal man will never seek or rely upon what's true I will flatter myself and you with praise I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor or to fill what is empty I'll not address With assertions of the common beliefs invoke for upon my peers I lavish jest what's intricate has likely suffered broke for this is why you'll never see my best I plan to fill my life with pleasures song for the universe cares not about my grave there is no such thing as right or wrong so with merriment I choose my road to pave Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense the struggle of its strife too hard to fight I have no shield for all my lacks defense in all of this I've failed my own insight I will speak to you as though I really care but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend because of course all know life's not fair like all actors only my role will I defend So there you have it a nutshell If I do any good at all I'll want its praise for I have set to establish my own glory and to be written on your memory my days source 1Cor 2:14 , but read the whole chapter Romans 10:3 COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Across the vastness of the silver sea of pain, in a cave in the land of "I don't know", a moonclad maiden waits and weeps, embroidering her comely countenence with copious corpulet crystalline tears and, fears his ship won't make return On the marble temple porch of devotion, betwixt obsidian statues of dolphins at play, a duo of disciples lean close in lovers' embrace, and watch the lone ship run ahead of the storm. On the waves of the bay, a full moon reflected unspoken hopes that, in two breasts does burn On the slopes of the mountain of nameless fear; alone in the apex chamber of an alabaster spire. He watches the waves from his window dark; the Prince of Intentions marks the single sail- a patch in the dark and, tries hard to intuit: just how much did the wanderer learn? Hard drives the wind now, rowers bend their backs; they outpace the tempest but just barely so. Blood-dark seas slowly grow furious and feral; a lone lean figure stans stiff at the prow. So close now and again, yet so far from the shore, of the hallowed home for which his heavy heart doth yearn. Ror he said when he left he would come again; nor be stayed by dire deed, death or disaster. Now his resolve races with the storm's coming fury. Only five more leagues but which will prove faster?
His stature upon Pwyll he did impress, In woolly grey clothing, a huntsmen's dress, Then spied the stag; he looked at Pwyll and claimed 'I know thy name, O prince, but greet thee not! Thou stole my kill and thou should be ashamed!' Pwyll knew his deed was wrong; a dreadful thing, He asked the huntsmen's name to make amends, The huntsmen said 'Arawn, the Annwvyn King' The prince then asked, 'Lord, how can we be friends?' The King then told a tale of war's duress, 'Pray, rid my lands of this oppressive lot! Pray, rid my lands of Havgan!' he proclaimed. 'I will gladly,' said Pwyll, 'and friendship bring I'll bring Havgan's wars to their bitter ends!'
Was it something my mouth openly said? You make me simply wonder sometimes! Just hearing the whistling wind chimes, I wonder what goes on in your head! I am always here, You are always there, We breathe in the same air, The whistling wind chimes always carry me near. Playing around in a challenging make believe, It's just you and me today. We're well on our merry way. No tricks or treats to deceive. I'm whistling in the winds at you, And you do it to me to!
Never would I have believed, Such things could be true, That people would conceive such evil, In their unGodly desire to hurt you... Your crime?: existence You have no right- Just ask a holocaust survivor of their Nazi plight... Ask the dead in lower Manhattan, Slain for a version of God, In Arabic, not Hebrew or Latin Or innocent blacks hanging from a tree The Klu Klux Klan's reaped crop, for all to see... I sometimes wonder if I want.. to be part of this world... And just when I think I'm sure, That this is not where I want to be, Some sweet, innocent soul comes along, to much befuddle me,... I've lately found a treasure trove, of just such wonderful people, Who's very existence stopped me from "flying the coop"... 'Cause these are my wonderful poet-friends, From good old PoetrySoup.
A dream bestowing an unimaginable dream Is far beyond my imagination My dream cradles another form of creativity Freedom leads me out of troublesome society My dream bestowed another shard of vision It was far beyond my reality Our dream's purposes will soon be fulfilled Freedom grants us tokens for two to search us out of trouble What if we took that getaway route? Would we lose a grip of reality or a segment of dreams? Don't change your ways—you're destined to have what you wish Reach out to snatch a sense of destination Confirmation has no reason to prefigure our dazzling palace A stunning dream mirrors in our delightful requests Marveled by the view of true ecstasy or eternal turmoil What if we look beyond realization? Would it open up the pathway to troubled reality? Look beyond our heedful dreams and your canvas of articulation Walk with me to a pathway that allows our dreams to become a reality Look down to perceive another dimension—outlying from the Earth's alienated nations There you'll find a dream drawing us into another atypical dream—we are lucky enough we had our freedom tokens in your "lucky" bag If we didn't have them with us, where would we be? Far, far beyond our unknown adventure Our dream meddles with our restive reality Freedom has taken its toll into existence A dream bestowing a dream Is, in reality, beyond measure!
Memory Loss Urinary problems Losing vision Thinking difficulties Individual weakness Painful moments Losing balance Extreme fatigue Stress induced Coordination problems Life altering Emotional rollercoaster Reduced strength Over reacting Smell sensitivity Irritable feelings Suffering daily
The moonlight seemed a shadow As he closed his eyes Remembering perfection Thinking of the beauty of the stars That he had never seen Reflected in the endless seas Tide over tide Washing away The imperfection Of his eyes Words That fell from dew-dropped lips Like prisms of reality So clear, diffracting meaning Into infinite aesthetic Inside He still remembers What he wanted so much then to say That fateful time When morning never came When life gave way And mirrors in the moonlight Left his sight yearning for something more Than silver stares Bittersweet years And tears of self-reflection Into the skies He speaks the words That he before had never heard "O most beautiful, sweet angel of my soul Seducer into nothingness A fire amongst the cold of my existence Endless mirror Perfect meaning As I look into your soul I cannot help but drown As I feel into your soul I cannot help but become terrified As dark Narcissus, staring into his own eyes Subsumed into the infinite I find such beauty in this one becoming Going under You gave unto my sight The shadows of the night You held my breath beneath the wave-crests of your crystal soul Anew I rose From 'neath the sea Between the shards of broken glass In fire and ash I rose Anew But you You made it so real That I cannot feel you Anymore" One single tear diffracts the light And shatters into ash and flame In sunrise Before darkest skies In open eyes He sees the stars He tried so hard To find
"There's more to life than the ice and doing what you see on MTV, BET, & America 's Next Top Model." Yeah I hear that many times. People say this a lot or even when someone dies, but to me I say whatever. Some people say others are using fame to be remembered or reasons why the world is and will remain the same. Just to let you know living the life as a celebrity is okay. At least we stand up for something. Martin Luther King Jr. went through many struggles to get blacks and whites to be equal as one. Even though we still face racism in today's society. So did he live the life of a celebrity? No, he was fighting for what he believed in and he lived his dreams to get there. Guess what, he wasn't a celebrity, but he was remembered and they talk about on BET. So all people who dreaming BIG, just don't dream it live it out to its fullest. Only live for you and nobody else, only you are holding you back. Make your decisions so if you want to be a star or be remembered live it out and let the haters fall back because they're everywhere you go. We all live this life but it's all about how you deal with it. Many people can't accept the truth. Polices say "freeze" we ether got our hands up or we down on our knees. Knowing we didn't do anything wrong but they're crooked than anyone else. I learn this from an artist that, "I'm not trying to hurt anybody it's the people around us that's trying to hurt us." White people look and stand out for whites, but blacks we on the same crime. We will fall for anything if we don't begin to stand for something. Sometimes we need a shoulder to lean on when we cry. We don't learn how to appreciate the little things but we complain about life. Be thankful for the roof over your head, shoes on you feet, and the clothes on your back. When I think about it, look over in Africa, but doesn't New Orleans kind of look the same?
When A Simple "God Bless You," Isn't Enough… I'm here to tell you that when "the going gets rough." A simple, "God bless you!" May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there's not a friend anywhere to be found… Perhaps you find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control, things will never be the same! He'll speak peace to the raging waters of life's ocean. And will give to you, his 100% "love potion!" He'll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He's always there with you! You're NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear. His perfect love will cast out all fear! He'll pick up the pieces of life that are broken. As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken! He'll do for you what no power or god can do! He's here right now He's waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and embrace Inexpressible moments of time. Reexamine status, prevent consciousness apathy, fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. precisely propose to expose fallaciously filtered fantastical trickery touched theories. Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, structured strands and threads of reality. Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper. Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor. Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent daring drawn out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant reach the heights that sadness fled. Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. Yet each day they commit make their art when most would be right to quit. Anyone can become a pro poet, you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can come close to turning our thoughts into rent!
No sun has ever shone So clear through the night No moonbeam ever glown So true with delight The more I look The more I see When something new Occurs to me No winds have ever blown With no change in sight No mind's-eye ever known Such meaningful flight The more I dream The more I sleep Where space and time Are mine to keep
House to house A passing, admiring scent Hold me...we'll pass House to house You are still apart of me Hold your horses Fight the tears Wipe them away until everything Clears House to house Passing by torment Do you know the hint? When time runs out I wait till some sun Peaks in this forbidden forest Tormented by breaking summers Drenched...on no one's side Just stay near...beside...abide We'll stay house to house Excited by curiosity There will be a house for us At last A key to joy Let us go...explore this terrain We'll have a roof To push aside the rain To clear our years away We are definitely here to stay House to house Torment to joy We are invited To stay here forever At last Without no guilt There is no way That I'm moving No more This desire Ruins me to the core I'm sure At last With my lady friend And began to tend Our wanted life Without Passing House to house Dealing with passing To and fro by searching House to house At last!
Bleeding so painfully...I escape the light I try to forget the hardships...brewing in life But, it's too hard to live this life...this life Breathing so heavily...I fade away into the night I try to forget my past...it slits me like a knife But, it's too hard to live this life...this life Fight away the monster in my heart Throw away my sorrow...Take away my wretchedness Burn away the hideous rage...tearing me apart Take away the anger...renew my joyfulness Oh God...please forgive me... I long for Your cheerfulness... to set me free! Bleeding so dreadfully...I pray for delight I try to pray for mercy...for this pain is too much to bear But it's too hard to live this life...this life... Fighting back tears...I discover His light I try to pray for comfort...and I know He is there I pray for His wisdom...to scare away the strife And escape from the darkness I look forward to the afterlife When there's no sorrow or pain... When there's no manipulation...no evilness... no violence...no craftiness... Replayed...replayed... Someday...someday That time will come!
I've heard of phobias of different kinds. I'm sure there's many people with "confused" minds. But there's one "phobia" that concerns me the most. It's a "God phobia" that's drawing so close. It's like people have a phobia of "In God we trust." While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever "pleases for the moment." Many are looking for various kinds of "fulfillment." But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be "a thing of the past." How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we'll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won't you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton 09/26/11
Protect me from the beast It feeds on mortals in the south, north, west and the east Its putrid-rotten breath, smells of decayed ancient death In the late hours of the night When you are asleep Onto your bed, it silently creeps It looks into your heart It sees beyond what human hearts hold It stares deep into your soul It smells what you feel Its only emotion is Kill It rips human spirits, at will Its heathen claw Into your fleshly chest, it crawls It takes your heart and devours it raw It savors your sweet-bitter blood As it licks its decayed puss-covered lips The taste of your blood makes its iniquitous desires come forth with a flood It peers into your eyes It sees all your flaws It heinously smiles, as it watches your warm blood drip to the floor
Darkness comforting no eyes to judge merely quiet solace surrounds
My Life is, As a cloud, Thundering, Lightening, Racing Or Raining. My anger, Love, Struggle Or Affection Make me fool. As Sky was always clear, But the existence of clouds is still there, Where a Sun is sharp rising behind. I always live with my feelings.
Will you accept me? Just as I am? I have a lot of problems you may not understand. I'm not perfect... I have a long way to go. I sin sometimes...and does it show! I'm probably not what you'd expect a Christian to be. Will you still love and accept someone like me? I need someone to show me Christ' love in a gentle way, Not just in Church on Sunday—but every day. I want to be more like Jesus... believe me I do. Will you show me how— and not just sit in a pew? I'm carrying a lot of problems, beneath a heavy load. I feel like the man who was beaten on the Jericho road. The priest... Levite... good Samaritan... which one will you be? To stop and care for someone such as me. People like me surround you every day, Please don't just think of yourself in a selfish way. Allow Christ's love to break your heart so tenderly, So you'll begin to love people as lonely as me! By Jim Pemberton 2006
Like an earthly stubble: the grass tickles my palms as we lazily lay. Joy is my strange companion, as the sun slips behind the hill; waving a bye to the day. A gentle breath seduces the skin, as in a tree a dove sounds a mellow coo. My restless mind is awed into quiet, as my mind's eye turns longingly upon you. All those little lies that whisper: "unworthy" turn to dust before your passion stare. The lazy lean of a young tree reminds me, that all about has little to worry and needs not care. Once forgotten summers return: in a single beat; my heart athlete as our favourites play along, lazily leading. Basking in fruit's glory of furrows filled with labours past. A blast! the earth gives up it's bounty bleeding. We walk in smiles with Him, who is all to us. Redeeming our joy from prisons dread. Released our heart's peace breathing, as forgotten love lorn paths we silently tread. In this moment: at this time, all is dream. All else seems pretty pantomime. Naked in every way: my soul, mind and body. Shoddy the idea of limit to this time. As the moon silently silver, a sliver of a smiling face, winking takes it turn. Sun dips into landscape beyond to bleach new skin, sights and times to burn.
Genetically imaged of self Back to back we are the for each other, day and night, in life and spirit You teach me all things; oscillate between positive and negative, right and wrong, in and out, up and down… We may fight, disagree; but deep down it's because we care on such deep level Like it's 'me', that wants be there Guess what is most important, are the moments that we share We are sisters, we are family, and with love are always there!
to think he finally found his answer to releif, would only leave pain and greif. to end his own suffering and pain. what would friends and family have to gain? his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations. suicide was not tha answer, if he only knew he shoulda been thankful. what he went through was horrible yes but staying possitive was tha test. everything happens for a reason, to find strength in god to breathe another season. this was not destiny nor fate. he had a whole life ahead of him now its to late. now near a casket they sit at his wake. maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone instead of taking a life in his own home.. Reach out your not alone god has a purpose for all us.....
from when Adam bombed to Atom bombs the whirled has stayed the same mite against might rights against right fight after fight blight after plight alls well and all swell and all normal as well mammal man and Mammon and the Devil in hell
God Reached Down And Touched Me… God wanted to show how much he loves me. He reached down from heaven and touched me! He wanted to express love in his words spoken. I realized that my life is more than a "token…" He spoke to me of how precious and valuable I am. He was there for me with an outstretched hand! For all of the times… I've felt tired and "defeated…" With his love in my life, I am now "completed!" God came down to where I am today... Through his son Jesus… He has made a way! A brand new way of living and joy divine… He's brought to me healing and a peace of mind! This same God speaks these words to YOU! Whatever you're facing... He will see you through! He wants you to know… He will always be your friend! He brings peace and true fulfillment within! He is God! He is powerful and his majesty reigns! Won't you take some time… And call on his name? By Jim Pemberton 12/19/11
Jesus Christ is one in 3 Divine Persons God the Father God the Son and God the Holy Spirit (Ghost) 11282011
Traveling through the galaxies of many and more, I come up under a Star I have never seen before. It had light brighter than anything I've ever seen. It was intelligent and wise and incredibly keen. It could talk it could dance and it could even sing. It had made all of the worlds and gave them a king. It had made the Sun and the Moon just for me. It made me the link for the whole world to see. I was to link each kingdom according to orders. Each one had four corners and then four borders. So I went around the galaxies linking what I could. Many had burned out Stars that just never would. I saw where there were no towns or cities at all. I seen all of the planets made great and small. There was a missing link to the universe I saw. I found myself linking it all up standing in awe. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars, My mind wanders as I search for where you are. Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found. Standing alone at the Ocean's edge and hearing its roar, My heart pounds and aches for so much more. Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea, I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me. Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see. One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me. Infinity with the depths of this Sea, This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me. Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea, Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me. Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me! Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea. Endless and endless ripples! This vision I know I will forever see! I hold my breath and carry a true smile, Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile. Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, The depth of this Ocean covers over me. I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me? So if ever in search for that which you know you believe, Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea. One by one they collide crashing directly into me. I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me. Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me! Feel what has been given just for the love of me! So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe, Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea. The ripples one by one know you will believe. They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea, And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.
It's something meant to cherish, And is guarded, Oh, so well. The contents one will find inside Reflect this foreign cell. On its door contains a lock Made entirely of solid gold. Only one is able to open it And find treasures unforetold. Some hold tightly to its value And they keep it close to heart, While others may give it freely Right off from the very start. The thought to hold onto to Guide you through each day, Is to wait for that treasure Of equal value, to exchange On one's wedding day.
Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels… On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me. He could have called 10,000 angels to set him free. Nailed to this cross, he went through so much pain. He knew his purpose and the reason why he came. Being there for all of mankind was his choice. Weakened and alone… One could hear his voice; "Father forgive them." "They don't know what they're doing!" As the crowd listened… Many began believing. "My God why have you forsaken me?" With one last breath… And then... And very quickly… There was death! For all of the pain and suffering he was to endure Was so that a plan of salvation is now secure. This same Jesus, who was to rise again. Is forever to be our atonement for sin! Seated at the right hand of God the father... In heaven above.. He awaits there for us all with an abundance of love! Won't you accept his gift of life that he's giving? And allow him to forever change the way you're living! By Jim Pemberton
In the dark, silent forest, there lies a wooden chest, goodness and divine light it carries; the darkness from Pandora's box, presumed to be the fox, and us the sheep, has less time to exist, as we fellowship with the Divine Voice, which is enveloped by the Divine Light! By: Teddy Kimathi Date: 13/02/2014
The Mirror Of Life… The "mirror of life" was placed before my mind... There were many things I was to find. As I looked into the mirror....… There was "confusion?" A "wandering mind" filled with "pollution" I thought about what enters in? As the battle for my mind, daily begins. God's given me a clear path. A NEW direction! It began with Christ and his resurrection! I can have my mind renewed by God's word... HIS purity in my thoughts… Needs to be "stirred!" It's the Godly way of thinking that's the best choice. He speaks hope to me… In a "still small voice." I've allowed him to place a new "mirror" to look at... He's here to help me right "where I'm at. " I want to experience all he has to give and so much more! He's willing to help me… What am I waiting for? He can give me TRUE LOVE and a "cleansing" throughout. This is my God. And what he's all about! He's a God of restoration and a hope divine… Now's the opportunity! Now is THE TIME! By Jim Pemberton
I don't know where you are? I don't know who you are? It is my imagination only, When you touched my mind, An Idea comes into a shape, Who encouraged a body? And guide them to work on it. When I fell asleep, it wipes out, I don't know why a dream, Comes to me and have travelling, And visit to unseen places, Or met to the unknown people. Although many people explained, About you and your work, But nobody can claim, that They know you and I can sketch, Your picture in their mind. A person who pretended that, Society killed and didn't believe, After his death they established, A faith and start searching, What he said and why he said. Nobody can control your system, It is only you who keeps balance?
Your Word Oh God is our bread by your prophecy are we led your Truth Oh Lord shall be our wine for by these two do our lives define Though your sins be as scarlet you be made white as snow when you accept Jesus and his Father come to know no earthly treasure that exists on earth below can compare to the riches to his Sons do show You do with Holy Spirit lead your servants to those who True Love need to give understanding to hearts who hear and knowledge that your King draws near Your servants on earth do know your will the veracity of Truth you in them instill the prophetic Word by life do fulfill exposed the lie that by death does kill We are but clay molded by your power the life we live tis but an hour you must guide and teach your ways to live by your Word is endless days From ages to ages you are our God with the Truth of Kingdom our feet are shod like forefathers and prophets your name do laud We have accepted your will and given our nod Through the pen of Truth do prophets speak whose origins humble and nature meek you chose the weak of the world to confound the wise to spread the Truth and uncover the lies You nurture those who seek your face who know this system you will replace the gifts of God been given a taste who know their lives they must not waste Jesus the firstborn of a new creation with him the Sons of God rule the nations the wise virgins have trimmed their lamp with his seal of approval received his stamp In the latter rain do Sons and Daughters prophesy uncover the Truth and reveal the Lie within your dreams and visions do see from the past and future what is to be Joel 2:28-32 1Cor. 1:21-31 2Cor 5:17 Galatians 5:14-16 Ephesians 1:1-23 James 5:7-8 1John COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
The second part of the complete bible It contains the specifically Christian Texts Namely the Gospels, the Acts of the apostles Fourteen letter written by Paul, Seven Catholic letters and Revelation 11302011
Escaping God's Judgement Judgement shall begain at the house of God/ We shall all face God's "correction rod." It will begin with the righteous... What shall the unsaved do? They can pray and run... where will they run to? If the righteous are scarcely saved. Where will the ungodly hide? Every "trick in the world" has already been tried! It's time to "stop playing games"-- no more "pretending." This world(as we know it)will soon be ending! Come before God now... Kneel before his throne. It's only be accepting his son can you have an eternal home! You can try fooling the people you meet each Sunday. But a day of reckoning with God will happen someday/ "Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" must be spoken. So every weight and bondage can now be broken! He loves you so much and desires to make you whole! By his blood... your sins can be as white as snow! When God's judgement comes... You needn't be ashamed. Reach out to him now... and call on his name! By Jim Pemberton 2010
But we arent reading hundreds of journals about the days of old and true acounts of jesus we are reading on narrative book about him written by a man who thinks he is god so that tell sme i can do the same and maybe i just might and maybe just maybe all several different texts of my book that turn into churches instead of going to holy wars you will get along agree on the lessons you were taught will be able to date eachother in highschool and wont be frowned upon if you fall in love Tell me are we gullible or victoms of brainwash or am i the one that has it all wrong maybe one day i'll meet someone that has a grandpa that has an old diary entry from someone a story he or she was told from her great grandmother about a rumor in her family tree says one of her ancestors met jesus until i read the many written accounts of those that were there all you worshippers are fools and i'm better on my own Can't say i dont believe in jesus preachings i was never there to hear them he never wrote them down the man who did did so after jesus died what am i to think you believe in his resurrection the truthifiction is right here i can prove my case further i rest my case and think your victoms of a brainwashed cult and this world just got really scary but ive known this since iwas small
ThE UnKnOwN Loneliness, sadness, bitterness and sweet Caring, kindness, longing your gentle touch Wondering when we will possibly meet My prince charming, my King, so on and such Time is of the essence, hurry make a fuss Your presence seems unfamiliar, yet so lush Rescue me now, save me, don't be afraid Quickly now, no time to serenade Don't scurry away when our love is fresh We would make such a wonderful mesh As I lay before I put me to sleep I contemplate on the path that I lead Waterfalls and tear drops begin to seep I gaze upon my window and stare deep Into the rays of the shimmering light Suddenly a diamond appears into the night...
That little drop of rain that touches me gently, While others run away scared... Thank you for your gentle acceptance Didn't really know how close you are The lightning that screams and seems upset Thank you for reminding me That I am nothing without you The never ending obsession with the rainbow Thank you for making me wonder The birds outside my opened windows That cherish your name every morning Thank you for letting me know that you are always cherished Even when I forget I love myself because how can I love others if I don't know what love is I am because of a word…..
Drunk with revenge, the knight pondered, Lit the candles, took the oath Die for honor, foe to loathe. Wounding the henge, the wind wandered. Armlets and poleyns, helmet and mace, Bloodthirsty sword in scabbard, The lance mocking the Holy Hazard, The haughty knight arrayed with grace. Gold medallions adorned the chest. Shoulder bore the mighty bow. The carved shield, feathered arrow. Wild stallion gorged with zest. Rusty chains yielded at the knight's behest. Wooden doors bowed as if in fear. Sweating moments crawling near, Feeble puppets in Heavens' written gest. With veins bloating and mane floating, Earthly Pegasus spurred to rise. Tiny ray of light drowns and dies. Mourning eddy of sky's coating. Cedars and elms, oaks and ebonies' Moaning twigs and sighing foliage, Ridden fast in wind's winged carriage. The hoofs trample on dainty conies. Crimson dews on the knight's forehead Relics of rotten thorny fingers The hope melts away, fear lingers Stars lulled to die on the night's deathbed. On brink of an abyss Drew the steed's rein Guilty jealous Cain By sin's precipice Heart's hate to sate Unsheathed the lance The horse did prance Taste Icarus's fate…
The author of the bible must have been god for Jesus himself never wrote it and i wonder if Jesus truly existed then why are we not studying timeless works of art written by the first people that learned how to read and write? Another question plagues me why are there legacies of family traditions of stories in families talked about handed down from generation from generation that yes your gret great grandmother was a witch burnt at the stake or your great great grandfather was a black slave but why I ask do we never hear those who brag through the testimonies of legacies of stories around campfires that did you know your ancestor touched the hand of christ? and this story of those days has been in our family for generations? no one using logic how the world works? true how quickly we forget even war veterans pass down terrors of war tortures and terrors of such things so why did we stop passing down the story of a god? Is it because the author of the bible was god? and he knew everthing that happened with jesus and Job cain and Abel? or was it just that one day there was a belief and it was accepted replaced an old belief and murdered the old and we praise it now? Is this proof we are brainwashed? gullible even the fact that the old religion has more stories handed down in generations in family than this supposed god who taught us all how to read or write? I'm sure if i was there to be the first people to learn how to read and write id write down some stories of the lessons i was taught tell everyone i knew of the man i had met who taught me if the bible is true and there were that many witnesses I know id pass it down to my children and my grandchildren nieces and nephews
What Do We Fill Our Minds With??? We live with temptations and entertainment of all kinds. It's amazing what we allow to enter our minds! It's no wonder why many seem to be "out of touch." Many live very busy lives "way too much!" Taking time to pray and read the Bible seems to disappear. Until the moment problems and tragedy appear. It's so easy it is to forget about the spiritual things. We live for today. And don't know what tomorrow brings. There is a God! No matter what others may tell you! He loves you so much! Don't let others "fool you!" He's taken the time to give you his very best! He gives joy unspeakable! And that's not the rest! He's never forgotten about you! He never will! Every promise he's made to you! He shall fulfill! No matter how busy you get, or where you are. You'll find God is here! He's never too far! Nothing can ever compare to his beauty untold! Not the finest diamond, or the purest gold! He's what you need! No matter the situation! Won't you accept his love and wondrous salvation? You won't ever be disappointed that you did! He will bless you abundantly in the life you live! He will give your life true hope, purpose and meaning! His gift of life... You too can be receiving! By Jim Pemberton
Lord hangs onto me some serious mercy now, I am aimed and directed aligned and straight. Be it so or be it may I am that God given trait. You will never once have to reveal for me how. I tell the truth all I have to say about it is Wow! If this isn't just downright genius then it's great. I can only imagine what all this will soon create. I must say for all this I shall indeed bend to bow. A-men to every single one of you! And praise your one supreme Lord! You know, I knew I always knew! My God, I am your flaming sword! You know Lord; you can do whatever you want with that locust, But I'm going to polish up on this sword keeping myself focused! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
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What I dream is nothing further than reality; does it seem unrealistic to reach equality? Is there enough time to fulfill a life far from sublime... renouncing one's joy to give up all without pride or glory? What I dream...what I dream is nothing further than reality; hope can definitely gleam as far as the planet of Mercury. Isn't love wonderful when it is felt by a lonely child... when everyone happily gives of themselves? Will their sacrifice teach some to be humble and kind? Can every heart love without boundaries? What I dream...what I dream, may not be realized in this century, but the seed of hope has been planted by a stream, and every spring it will bring forth true harmony. Faces and eyes of all colors will sing the hymn of unity; wouldn't God be happy to see love in their innocent eyes? Can they unify, with their sweetness, the entire Humanity? What I dream...what I dream is nothing further than reality; it may not be achieved in this lifetime, indeed.... but it isn't an uncertainty or impossibility. .
created to captivate, unable to be captured. hands that release the day, and rule the night. mysterious maiden evoke Awe and Fright -eternal. all control is lost, as it always was. radiance that instills Contentment and Chaos. illuminating colors of Life and Death. Darkness and Light survive together with only one last breath.
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind I begin seeing red like the blood of God I begin then to see white like the spirit of God I begin to see blue too was God trying to tell me something As I open my hand the jagged rocks spoke The first rock said You must study the word of God The second rock spoke saying thy yeilding to the spirit of God The third rock said keep seeking the wisdom of God From that day forward kneeling beneath a swollen crest The Lord is and shall forever be my only rock {Amen} Entry For Constance La France's A Magical Journey Contest GL All
I'm not here to represent a building or a denomination. I'm here to give the Lord my love and admiration. I'm not here to get "tied down with wordly things." I'm here to represent Jesus! The King of Kings! I'm not here to be filled with gossip or slander. But to serve a God, who's power is grander! I'm not here to live in worry and defeat… But to allow God to make my life complete! I'm not here to live with stress and tension. But to receive God's peace and satisfaction. I'm not here to worry about what tomorrow may bring. But to serve a God… Who can do ANYTHING! I'm not here to live a life filled with sin… But to enjoy God's love and peace within! I'm here for just a brief moment of time. I want to serve God with my body, soul and mind. The reason that I live and the reason I am here... Is to serve God with my heart, before my life "disappears." I''ve thought it over... And have something to say… "I'm giving my life to Christ!" "I'll do it today!" By Jim Pemberton
Grasp Love Moments of Time Never let go... Time here In this Life Chance Now to behold True Love... Love held by two Knowing hearts of Truth Grasp Love... Don't let Moment in time Slip-away... While in time Still tis here Chance Now Come to Jesus Behold God's Glorious Truth Grasp Love Don't let Moment in Time Slip-away... As Blessings of Love Your Chance in Time Love of Truth Grasp it Now... Don't Let this moment in Time pass you by....
I keep on writing to express my feelings, Sorry to those who don't get my meanings. I've always got a lot going through my brain, Some days it seems I may go insane, I try to stay level, keeping my cool, Processing life with my greatest tool. Bullet in my pocket , but not for crime, I'm the only one who can choose my time. Thoughts of death don't bring me fear, Though for you it may cause a tear. I apologize for what you didn't hear, I apologize for not letting you steer. But this is what I have become, Daily more en-cumbersome, Though my life has just begun, I stand up tall, refuse to run. I stand up for what I believe, Against all odds I will achieve, Through the smog of those who deceive, Concentrate your mind and you will perceive, The truth for what it's really worth, Capable since the day of birth. If atlas shrugs and drops the ball, Its up to us, me, you, and all.
A spring of blood. This is the path to your heart. I never believed in miracles Until the day you show me the moon I saw the clouds like clowns in the sky I rape the common sense and I try to understand why the only way I now to come back home is your black hair which is leading me I fight with demons to gain your soul You never let me go inside I know that you believe in God an Jesus Christ. I know that I am so jealous that I hate your faith I am living with vampires At the end of the night Because only here you can be mine I love to kill angels to show you my way to gain your soul and give you the good night kiss In vampires land I am your master You know that and you kill me will prayers Alone in vampires land I will never know if I am a legend or real You leave me here Alone with vampires I loose my blood But I am happy Tomorow I will be the never ending story of you and me
He raped me, He is a devil, He 'd broken my heart, He deserves a long punishment, The people were crying loudly, When they saw an appearing police van, He is so wild, He never respected me as a human being. Also a lady was crying in the courtyard, When a young lad appeared with hand cuffs, In a witness dock. Everybody was pointing at the evil man, But during the case hearing, She announced her pregnancy. Today was her defence, When A defence Lawyer asked her, He is wild, arrogant and vicious, Now you have his child, What do you do this pregnancy? I shall keep my child. It's mine, she cried.
Flight 370 Things Suspended In Air Fresh out of bed In long disjunction with the day With due reverence for the missing Suspended in the air All things held suspect Something takes shape out there But there's nothing there We're not quite sure Nothing looks familiar How did they get..... somewhere? A woman then approaches With every sound of softness She told them to relax With every confidence This flight has ended in the air It's been suspended It does not really matter Things like facts Let us gather more data though We're good at that They asked her why Some things have no answer We don't know why This conversation Like the flight Has ended Somewhere in the sky
A year and one day Pwyll lived as the king, By day he'd hunt, by night he'd feast and sing, Yet turn his back upon the lovely queen, To show his loyalty as a king's friend Although the queen was as fair as he'd seen. Then upon the appointed day he went To the Ford to meet Annwvyn's deadly foe And there struck Havgan so his life was spent After his victory, Pwyll had to go To the glade where the men first planned this thing And then at last their ruse was at its end. On his return Arawn's wife made comment When the king allowed his passion to show And learned how loyal his new friend had been.
"I've seen you before, in a distant time Searching for what was lost, has it ever been found?" "No, it is lost, buried deep within the ground" "I've two shovels together we may dig, Beneath every rock and every twig." "No, it is lost, not found by sight, nor by sound" "Then we can feel, we can dig with our hands. We will find it by faith and chance." "No, it is lost, no hands can feel it, no faith can guide us." "Then perhaps by logic, surely you remember when and where, You lost this thing back then. Have you checked everywhere?" "No, it is lost, it is of a time I can scarcely remember." "How can something be beyond our senses? Perhaps we must look beyond those fences?" "No, it is we who are lost, don't you remember, we died last December"
Winter is wrapped in leaves Say that I'm losing myself They corrupt my every last thought I yearn for a more hallow summer To be as bright as the sun I want to see everyone smile Instead, I'm dried up in denial Do you believe This winter will be frost-covered? I will reassure myself This summer... we will have more time to go to the beach I am here to reach for people's needs Maybe I am losing myself... Summer is coming soon My heart... Is it withering with coldness? Is it painted against a shunned piece of art? My heart is still alive Pounding...wailing to get more excitement Return, oh you sweet summer! This time, it'll be brighter and funner Perhaps it would be an enjoyable vacation Watching cartoons all day long And singing a million songs Though the rhythm isn't the best We might even dig up An astounding chest Now we're taking a peek Into a petite, sunlit vacation I yearn for more time For a fabulous summer For now, I'll reassure myself That we're going to the beach And plan out endless vacations The leaves wither away Now I'm a released animal from the zoo It's about the greatest time To be free Yet... I still yearn For a generous summer
The right to find a new beginning has swelled with water from you flooding my old end. I've drown myself into oblivion, I'm tossing and turning again. Where is my new beginning? it's been flooded by old blocking new in. I need to see new horizons, but I'm scared of the places I've been. Heaven is in a dream that's just around the corner seeping in, awaiting me, and God I'm so scared to breathe in.
Life A challenge, An agreement or commitment, Between God and a soul, Before to collect a body, Conditions and options, Moment enlightens through darkness, An astonishing channel, Where a soul plays a part, The tricks are painful and joyful, It follows to taste, Sweet, sours and spicy, Attitudes, material and memories, A dreamy process of fate.
With the spirit of a mermaid of depth and gold entwined The red phoenix sun warms the marrow of the soul The harmonic laughing that deeply drums the beautiful rhythmn of what is yet to come
Lately... I've been wasting time on foolish things. Not living the kind of Godly life that only Jesus brings. Twenty four hours in a day, Jesus. How much time with you is spent? I've never really thought of what a commitment to you meant. I need to spend more time in your word and in prayer. Forgive me now of not doing this—I didn't even care! Even ten minutes with you Jesus is more that this world could give, This is what I need to do—as your child ought to live! So Lord, my time I give to you. Take total control. Make my life new... And by your word... Make it whole! My time with you is important! This I can see! Receiving your joy and knowing how much YOU LOVE ME!! By Jim Pemberton
Some people are concerned They wonder and they fear Just how and when they'll die The thought, it seems so queer Not like we have a choice And so I'll tell you why... but it's only my own voice... I've been dead before, I'll be dead again, The thought of fearing it To me just seems inane Whether it's nothingness after Or to a heavenly place we go The thought to me seems dafter But I don't really claim to know So I worry not about things to be Of which I have no control Just accept what's been doled to me Peace is my only goal So I thank Alfred E. Newman On each cover of Mad magazine He gave me this great title Such wisdom is rarely seen... So sleep in peace my friends out there It's all in God's great hand Life and death two sides of the same coin I hope you understand And now I've said my piece So off to bed I go Is sleep a bit like death? That I'd like to know Cause sleep is my favorite time No pain, no worries, no cares.. Someday we'll all find out At that time when God shares What some consider the ultimate mystery The big answer that they seek Go to sleep this evening May God give you a peek!
What happens when you see the light, It suddenly fades and then you knew you were right. What happens when you fall to tears, Then you realise you cant face your fears. What happens when all you've said has gone wrong? Do you stay weak? Or act strong?
I couldn't let me die = The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid; the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating, are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me. A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz. I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment. And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing, is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension. He does not want me dead. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
I have grown thirsty... a loving light has shown true... the purest of white...
Oyster days = Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Now it is a great city where her painted dwelling overlooks the marine-drive, now resembles a pearls' string with all those inviting lights. She has friends for parties, chats, for cheers and for gossips; now that she has opened up. A small town is there in her deepest memories. Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Does she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting; when calamities come like swift toed stranger wearing a galling grin and knowing, she has no protective shell of zinc, iron, calcium? The needle marks and habits are washed at the rehab. Doctor prescribes this or that, for stress, for mind and for health. She almost laughs at a pill. It is boasting to be made out of oyster elements. All is coming back to her. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Every moment your breath touches is filled with completeness—you held the whole universe On the tip of your tongue (and keep it spinning and dancing and singing moment by moment). Your love is the great predatoral roar, The soft caressing tongue of a lioness It hides in every misty crevice and majestic mountain; in Every sunset and sunrise and dainty wild flower. The cause of your great sacrifice (a chasm, Gaping down to the center of the deepest soul blacker than the inside of nothing, filled with all the horror from prehistory to post oblivion Uncountable hearts from innumerable holocausts) As you were rejected by yourself, by your father, but your eternal companion You cried out, and were sucked in (It Is Finished.)
What's the matter? Are you worn-out? Are you fatigued and tired? Oh...please don't speak I'll help you out in no time Just take your time to heal Rest on my shoulder if it helps you Loosen up the strain and be lead charitably like a train on its train tracks You need your rest I could tell by the absence of your energy spreading across your body and soul It was my lucky guess I must confess that I felt insecure and hopeless without you there Oh...I can't bear The thought of you Leaving me behind and unwanted in the street I'm struggling with this depression wars I can't fight it alone I tried to fight the useless tears, the countless fears, taking over me I didn't mean to show all that filthy anger that crafts quarrels Now I'm trying hard To scrub the filthiness Deep inside of me This unwanted depression-- I haven't ever asked for it I'm fighting this depression wars now and forever for you My burdened soul cries for help It wells up in pain Why must I be Messed up? Screwed up? Don't tell me that I'm ignorant...self-centered I've never asked for this feeling of repulsive remorse Are you willing to leave all our regrets behind, taking us away from tranquil life? Are you willing to fight this depression wars together as a team? (this poem is based on a character I made a while back)
What about the body? . Life is…a Healthier body… heal.their body… ..........x . who's Lordes? LordeeS ... I see . Te kowhao ... "a hole" The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature.... . whole realm W hole real M . of love.
Has your way of living been "unbecoming of a Christian?" Are you hanging on to things that could create a suspicion? Are there chains that are still holding you down? The victory you seek. you still haven't found. Is there a habit that you just can't seem to break. You seek godliness... But suffer another heartache. No matter how many good sermons you hear preached. Victory over sin seems to be "out of reach." Run and flee from every temptation that's holding you down. Where there's sin. God's grace does much more abound. God says: "Draw near to me and I'll draw near unto you." Allow his word to teach how you live and the things you do. Hunger for HIS righteousness. Then victory can be fulfilled. Jesus will calm your storms and say "peace be still." He alone can bring the victory you desparetly seek. And will give you power in your life each day of the week. He resists the proud. But gives grace to the humble. And is there to pick you up each time you stumble. By Jim Pemberton
The Watcher The Watcher When the seventeen men neared the end of the bridge only one remained in sight all the others were lost in the shadow from the moonlight. He was dressed in tattered cloth; homespun gray, and eaten by the moth of strang decay "No livery", He cried "no making strides in death" "my life has ended on this bridge?" There is a plaque in place to mark this day it says on The Plaque Friday June 13, 1864 PFC Dreardon Age 14 was marking time in a prisoner exchange at BENTON creek when he was shot by Federal Forces. The miniball penetrated his left sleeve and took off his arm. He bled to death. His body was torn and bleeding so forlorn the tatters of his homespun sleeve stayed hung upon his stump of arm there. War is something no one cares for Mr. Sherman. MOFW 1964, June 13 Commerative The watcher was on the water making footprints on the surface when the Federal Forces under Sherwood marched into the History. He seldom interferes with history but makes the markers seem to be the truth. He saw the miniball tear off the soldiers sleeve the man had been a prisoner just released this crime is not unpunished the man that pulled the trigger is lying in the river at the Watchers feet. The Watcher broke his prime directive and almost gleefully erected the YANKEE soldier in the mud. A Watcher is no more A Watcher for when he acted he lost his power over water and he stands upon the battlements no longer but He is tearless in his vigil of the bridge. Every Friday on the 13th of the Month of JUNE of every year that has its ending in a FOUR, he gives a shudder of relief certain that his judgment has not been ignored. The rebel soldier gives a rebel yell and leaves the bridge. The Yankee minion that has shot him just turns over once and lies back in the mud. For this is judgment. The Watcher roars.
My Lord is he who sits on the throne I await his return to enter his home I am unworthy my Lord to recieve your grace a slave in the world has been my place Why would the lowly you engage the house of sin has been my cage you purchased me and gave me leave into your freedom I was recieved You washed me clean and gave me robes the colors of the fields are now my clothes the strength of your soul must I seek for I am abject and very weak Tears of joy do stream my face within your mansion I have found a place a humble servant you have lifted high Your tender mercies shape my cry Master you are and will remain favor of countenance do I gain Instruct me my Lord in your ways In your house I will find length of days I am far from home it is my fear that I will fail before redemptions here await I for the chariots carriage to be recieved and prepared for marriage My Lord and King tarry not long for my desire is to sing your song with exultation and joy within your grace awaiting am I to look upon your face sources Song of Solomon Proverbs 31:10-31 Apocalypse 5:9-10 7:1-8 14:3-5 15:3-4 21:9-27 Matt 25:1-13 John 3:29 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Oh to sing the Song of Songs and within his arms belong there to look upon his face is the dwelling of heavens place with ones tears to wash his feet and know his favor is complete to share his table and his wine and be bathed in Love divine Perfect Love does cast out fear when you walk with God so near and when I become his lover proceed he will my sins to cover When born from God your free from sin because the seed of loves from him but the planted seeds must grow spirit will teach what you must know Not every spirit is from God but only those who Jesus laud that Jesus has come in the flesh was propitiation with his death That no lier works the truth the serpents tongue a sayers sooth practice of transgression commit doing what love does not permit If you walk in love you will not sin or practice harm to other men if for Love one becomes hated from the world such is fated That whosoever hears his voice knowing loves the only choice will be the one to overcome walking as if already done He who does not love knows naught God nor in his path will he trod but he that gave his life for us and in him we will put our trust Love is always perfect but I am not covering for sin has Jesus bought to purchase my life did he pay the possession of Love forever stay know little children love is from God and he who walks with God walks in Love source 1st John Apocalypse 5:9-10 14:3 15:1-4 and Song of Solomon COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Do you feel like you're "worn out" and defeated? Like nothing in your life has really been completed? Do you feel like your life is going "downhill" fast? And wonder how much longer you're "going to last?" Do you feel like you've hit too many "bumps in the road?" The weight upon your shoulders feels like a "heavy load?" Do you feel like you just can't take it anymore? You may wonder if anything in life is worth living for... Do you want to hear some good news I have to bring? I can tell you of someone who can take care of everything! Do you want to know of someone who can change your life today? His name is Jesus, and he can take all of your problems away! Do you want to allow him to change your life throughout? This is what HIS love is really all about! Do you want to experience the power of God within? Knowing what it means to be forgiven and born again… If this is what you want and what your heart wants to gain. Simply reach out to Jesus and call on his name… He wants you to know and to completely understand. He's here right now and waits with an outstretched hand… He wants you to know… He really does love YOU. Why not start today? And be made BRAND NEW!!! By Jim Pemberton 01/18/11
Living on the edge was a suicide way before my time! A soul spread wide open with a spirit that truly believes. Walking on water and backwards with life that glares over the sunshine! The fantastic voyage rides the high and almighty waves of the greatest seas. A voyage to never-never land right where I know I will always want to be. True uninhibited expression is my addiction all within myself. A soul climaxing in the exhibition of capturing all of the free empty space! Walking the planks with the thrill of excitement from what's consumed as it's felt, The fantastic voyage is aimed straight for that perfect little happy place. My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to stay. Unpredictable with such balance is my mystery out there all on its own. My soul opens and wills me to explore the depths of all that is real or such. Walking the tight rope and looking down with my talent so proudly shown. The fantastic voyage is never enough but is always over by too much. My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to feel what I touch. Deep within the depths of all the deepness is where my connection is found. A vibrant soul with brilliance magnified by a common need that has just got to give! Walking narrow ledges with confidence and truly the one that has got to be proud! The fantastic voyage gained my moments in time that I can say were actually lived. My voyage to never-never land is where I will surrender standing on top of my deadly ground!
The beauty found within the summer flow'rs As rival kings battle with solstice pow'rs A daughter of gods who rule the wild sea Creiddylad, promised as a wife to be Gwythr her betrothed love, a deity. Yet Gwyn stole her away to be his own, So Oak and Holly kings' battle has grown. All for the love of the Queen of the May, They fight on every solstice day Dark against Light as the eternal way. Their story told in Shakespeare's tale of King Lear, And in Pagan rites of Litha and Yule, The old battle goes on year after year As summer and winter each comes to rule.
He is a dreamlight, Sacred and strong, Coincidently with me, Loving and strong, He and I fly like two blue jays, Then perched on a spruce branch, He is my morning and my night, My beginning and my finish, I find him in my dreams, Also with good memories, Will he and I meet again, Destiny complex and religious, God guides and the mystery continues, He is a miracle of the future. I pray that he is from God's kingdom. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
The Story of Job I'm sure you remember the story of Job. God's blessings in his life were greatly bestowed. The Devil came to speak to God one day. "I'm sure Job will curse you if I take everything away." Everything in Job's life seemed to be getting worse. Through all of this, to God, he never cursed. All that he had-was soon to ge gone. His "friends" told him it "was his fault-he was wrong." He blessed God in spit of all they had said. He would praise God until the day he was dead. In all the loss and the turmoils. His body would soon be covered with boils. He loved God even though he lost his possessions. Spending eternity in heaven was his obsession. If everything in your lie was taken from you. Would you bless or curse God -what would you do? Is he more important than your house or s.u.v.? Would you give him up for a "big screen t.v.?" Is he your prized possession whom you love so much? Or are you using Christianity as simply a crutch? For one day soon-all you have will certainly perish. Is it God--or this world-- whom you love and cherish? By Jim Pemberton
Greater 'Minds' Than Mine; Have left the 'Earth' and walked away. Einstein as a troubled child, lobotomized, mixed socks and locked away. Hubble and his visions eye'd, are seen across the sky. D.N.A...must free more how... When freedom lies barred now. Worlds within a world within a world, his world one waits. Within our dreams. We do not wast our time on germs, untill they show us how. Is It Poetry
Broken You say I am broken Yet how can this be I have come for your help Yet you do not see me I will beg, I will plead I will cry as I bleed The help you have given Is only a seed The seed that now grows So dark and despaired This seed I so feel Cannot be repaired Why would you do this What have you gained Does it make you feel better My soul now restrained You say I am broken Yet how could this be You say it's because Of the horror I see What do you say When I tell you no more No more will I feel The horror from before I am what I am That is all that I see For now the truth is I am only me If free will is the answer If truth is the key Then open the gate And then set me free Set me free from the dark Let me into the light I no longer want Your darkness and fright My choice being made My will being strong I can only pray now My wait won't be long
once there was an old man on a lane he always had many cats then he took a train and went down another lane
What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly dissappeared." Your circumstances can be decribed as "wierd." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxieity and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton 2006
Gallops in the shadows, feared by mortals: bearing on their collars the stewards of blitz. Like thunder from beneath, their presence, sensed: beware, I daresay before facing the eve. The White Brother comes with the archer, crowned: the arrows have dogma, unfortunately, malign. Claiming the head although contrived, this rider leads by construing minds. Still fresh, the stains on the Red One's skin; as his rider murders random martyrs. A lake of blood has now consumed- the soil that's stabbed by slaughter and war. The rider with scales is on the shoulders of Black: ignoring the famished and preferring the heeled. Discarding the purpose of balance and just, vultures feast on empty stomachs. The last to arrive is the Sickly Kin: senile and pallor, barely could he tread. His rider: a frame of calcium, decayed; they're followed by the lord of lightless abyss. Brothers of Equus: on their shoulders, rest: the four beasts revealed from the final testament. The prophecy may have failed to disclose when will be; we can still, nonetheless, give light to each morning. Apocalypse are feared by those, unprepared; the others however, anticipate its advent.
God Took Away My Yesterdays… God took away my yesterdays, and gave a peace within. He washed me clean and took away my sin! God took away the sorrow I had and brought joy instead. He gave to me words of life and his daily bread! God took away the pain I had. I no longer have to bear! He spoke words of comfort to me and told me that he cares! God took away the many uncertainties that laid before me… He brought his love to my heart, and now is always with me! God took away the "weights of life" that would "pull me down." Each day that I'm with him. His grace is all around! God took all doubts I had and brought a healing to my mind! He's been good to me! Always loving and kind! God can take away your yesterdays! Why not give him a chance? He can change your life today! No matter the circumstance! God will always be there for you… Waiting for your call! Living for him and trusting him will always be worth it all! By Jim Pemberton
Slowly builds into a tear forming from with in. Sorrow, grief, and happiness of emotions build. Passion of what life is the start of what is. A rhythm of heart beat with in the tear. It builds and it grows and soon it will be flooded. Tear which breaks to make the river downward from faith. The reflection of what the eyes sees is all that takes. The river that is made is with in sin or sins boundary it is not fake.
Amongst the countless grains of sand I sit and gather some in hand A moonless sky is up tonight Glittering stars with all their might The grains of sands I dare compare To the stars above to which I stare The mind assumes it comprehends Although it only makes amend Am I a figment or just a dream? Or maybe just a being supreme Do I exist and does it matter As time passes and things get darker And what is time and how do we measure A second, a minute or something bigger Can we equate our life to be? Something as simple as energy I have no answers to all there is Nor do I wish to even perceive Whatever I am, I just accept As answers remain quite inept ©Elisabeth Dubois – Dec, 2011
Many worship the creature(man)... rather than the creator. This is often portrayed on t.v. and the theater. Twisting God's truth into a corruptible lie, Many seek anything they feel will "satisfy." Their minds become filled with wickedness of every kind. Not willing to give a loving God just a little of their time. Addictions creep in... often catching one unaware. Soon, trapping people into temptation's snare. Only the blood of Jesus can give a way to escape. You must do it now-- before it's too late! Only through him, can you have victory each day. With every temptation... Jesus will make a way! Worshiping the creator is what you were designed to do. All of heaven anxiously extends an invitation to you! Allow Jesus to bring true joy and satisfaction to your soul! It's only in him, that you can be set free and made whole! By Jim Pemberton 2007
I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe. And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge. The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large. And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse. The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse. The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge. The door had been widely opened and many came by barge. The stress was great because the world went into a reverse. Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards. Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before. And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards. And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door. The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all, And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2008
As night is falling Hear... calling As I go out... In the eve Dressed up in my evening gown As a Man comes... for me He is all dressed up in his blues As we go unto the ball Gone out on the town after all Dancing among the Stars Romance under the moon light Out dancing on town Dancing within the night lights Just until midnight For when the clock strikes Midnight.. Then I must leave Quickly… For I must go.. away That way no one knows Whom I am… Each week end Dancing tis so much fun Same ole thing Hard to believe Tis really... just a dream But.. I shall dance among the Stars Singing praises unto my king My Lord.. my savior whom died for me I shall rave.. and Dance for Jesus I shall raise my hands and swing I shall twirl about and dance As my long hair flys in air.. within the wind As I twirl around for Jesus again.. and again And Dance always for Jesus.. For He the Only One Then I shall.. dance.. the dance for Jesus Raising and Praising unto my king For everything.. His Glory Brings Praise's be to God... Always.. Come dance for Jesus Dance among the stars In Heavenly home Knowing now I shall never be alone… Praise always be To our everlasting king
Are you looking for joy and satisfaction that you "haven't got?" The peace and joy which you seek… Simply can't be bought… Do you seek some kind of fulfillment in your daily activities? Meanwhile, pushing the envelope, " with your liberties? There's a road of "good intentions." It's wide and easy to find. But there's a narrow road… Which I have in mind… This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed… It's only on this road, where you'll find an answer to your need This road eventually leads to a life that's everlasting. This brings me to a question, which I'm asking… Are you ready to take the road that leads to heaven's gate? Will this be your choice? Before it's too late? Jesus stands at your heart's door and he's knocking.. The choice is yours… Which road you'll do your walking… Please take the narrow road… It can be difficult to travel… You should do this... Before this world begins to "unravel." Jesus. The prince of Peace... Rules the earth and heavens above… Won't you enter his haven of rest, and abundance of love? He is here waiting for you. So loving, patient and kind… Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and joy every single time! By Jim Pemberton 01/16/11
The eye of the beholder is in the power of his mind. The loyalty within his heart is the hardest thing to find. The truth and passion in his blood that makes his veins burn blue, Are all the riddles in his head that proves himself to you.
We're Greatly Influenced By Our Society We're greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of "varieties." Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another "source." Too often, many in society have "confused" minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another "confused" mind has to say. "Where did this person go wrong?" Is wondered. Another family or person is "torn and plundered." "If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways." "I will heal their land!" This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life's attention. We're sure to go "off course." Into the wrong direction. "There is a way that seems right." "But the end is death." This is a truth of God's word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton
Christ Is Here To Help Us… Christ is here to help us when things go wrong. He is there for us! Even if we feel "we don't belong." Christ is here to help us, when all is "sinking fast." His love for us is eternal, and will always last! Christ is here to help us, each day and hour! He alone is God! He is awesome and has the power! Christ is here to help us, when we feel alone. He wants to be with us, and wants to fill our home! Christ is here to give us anything that we need. He's given to us his word which we ought to read! Christ is here right now and extends his salvation! We can be made forever… A brand new creation! Christ is here right now and offers us his grace! He provides comfort and joy and a resting place! Christ is here right now and wants each to know… Though your sins be as scarlet,… They can be white as snow! Christ may come tomorrow… Are you ready if he came? Won't you trust him with your life and call on HIS name? Jesus is your answer! Your hope in whatever your situation! We waits with arms extended and an open invitation! By Jim Pemberton
Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow beacon light empty from my soul i hope and pray for a better life i rise from the dark and desolated valley flames withering my crippled palace sadly crying for help solid bitterness forever sunlit dreams ever so beautiful faith destiny nothing at all justice freedom lonely lives ill brake through the chains refuse night midst whirl winds honoring justice vast oceans i sit in my palace blowing off steam honoring justice ever so mean work together and join hands shameful despair hallowed daybreak the tast of night rolls down like waters breaking through the hallowed hole of my honored soul...
they dont know what the hell ive been through when i come into the horizon of sensuality and twilight it is all just a mask which conceals the inside the passion and pain which i thrive in and endure every living moment i hide it unders craters and cevaces of earthly beauty and seductivity as though I am the noir reincarnation of the Goddess Monroe herself but alas, there is so much more to me than that I long to die to no longer exist for I am haunted as an old cottage in a valley of sorrow and destruction they dont know what it is to suffer as i have torment and displeasure of the heart crucifixtion of the soul burial of dignity which has been stripped from me I long to be more than God yet less than man a woman I yearn for love, i cry for the attention that no one wants me to recieve in due time the dragons of eden have sought to plunge me into the pit and as i wait for eternal damnation i always remember this i am an emotional warrior...... end
I'll Never Be The President... I have no intentions to be the president... This world is not my eternal residence! I Have no intentions to live in a cathedral.. Nor to engage in what's merely "procedural." I have no intentions of getting too "political..." I don't want to be too "hypocritical." I have no intentions of being "famous" or "admired." This is not my ambition, nor my desire! My intentions I hope are pretty clear... To follow Jesus... Whom I love so dear! My intention is do my very best... To live for Christ. I am so blessed! My intention is to focus on this one goal… To seek after God with all of my soul! My intentions need to be fixed and directed. Following God's word, as I'm daily "corrected." My intention is to focus on Christ with my mind! And to give him my life and my time! Christ' intention is to be my Lord and friend. And to cleanse me from the darkness within! Christ intends to always be faithful and true! He's always there for ME and for YOU! By Jim Pemberton
I will live forever, but not in this life Our time will be severed and then re-aligned I'm not here to belittle you But to only reveal a clue -- The rest is up to you When dealing with this issue It's up to every individual to see what we can do If we're forsaken or are capable We have the potential to be unstoppable -- Now how is this possible? – Faith, belief, divinity The path has been in front of you But you cannot see Must be through eyes of near purity (Through eyes of near purity) Only one man was perfect But the way was laid out for the rest of us With a good heart and a good mind A path you will then find -- Never in wickedness – Not a task impossible Just extremely difficult Our lives have been perpetual Within a mask exceptional The "Great Mystery" to our salvation Is really quite simple Or you still don't know What the hell I'm talking about, you see I had the key, but never tried the lock Stubbornness and stupidity Are the two main things That holds back the world a lot More than you realize It's the doom to our own demise A wicked, fatal disguise (Can anyone crack the code?) -Boz-
Where did the water go, tell me where The windows of heaven were open Yesterday the rains fell in flood here And the thunder shook all heaven But where did the water go O where did the water go? Where did the water go through the sand Where does it sit among melting rocks Where does the wind take it from the land For no boat floats higher from the docks So where did the water go O where did the water go? Where did the water go, there's no cold To make again the white cliffs of snow The water is melting, shrinking the pole The trees are dying, dying so slow But where did the water go O where did the water go? Where did the water go, forests sigh In the heat of the shriveling sun Green house gasses seal tightly the sky Deserts increase, and where shall we run No place between sand and sea The water rises from ice steadily Where did the water go, tell me where When Noah's flood was gone, and shall it Again appear since there's a rainbow here Shall I a steward make men destroy it The green earth of my faith? O Say, where did the water go?
FAITH without works is dead: insignificant. LOVING without manifested deeds is only talk: lip service. LIVING without love and faith is vain and futile: has no purpose. Loving, living faith broadens every horizon and makes each day so much brighter. No matter where one has been or even where one is now is a barrier to future success and where one can be when loving, living faith is a constant virtue that is exercised, practiced, and set in motion in daily living. Loving, living faith accepts no defeat; never gives up; never gives in- Leaves no room for doubt that no matter what happens on this pathway of life to eternal life, hope is an unchanging weapon to help one continue to fight, to persevere and thus overcome to finally gain the Victory.
Remember That We Are BEAUTIFUL As humans, we actively help others…ALTRUISTICALLY. Benevolently relieving burdens pleasing…BIG-HEARTEDLY. Celestial hoping rewards souls with inner strength's…CALM! Divine inspirations amaze; its wonder delivers mountains of DELIGHTS. Extraordinary and ordinary folks co-exist intrinsically…EQUAL. Faithful followers of the inner voice, solve conflicts with…FAIRNESS. Generous gifts of which the Creator deems us worthy generates…GOODNESS Happily, we comfort our friends and show compassion, healing…HEARTS Individual industriousness provides direction…INDELIBLY. Justice, when hearing the errant, seeks not revenge… JOYOUSLY. Karma, led by spiritual energy, directs paths through life…KISMET. Long-suffering and persistence charm leads sinners to heaven's …LOVES! Mysteries uncovered feed curiosity, making man smarter…MARVELS Notwithstanding sacrifice, we do favors for friends…NECESSARILY. Offering our allegiances, we defend our homelands…OBEDIENTLY. People inspired, promulgate principals to live by…PEACEFULLY. Questioning selves and reality in order to improve…(getting better) QUARELLESSING. Remembering and respecting other's feelings and beliefs…REVERENCING Steadfastly selecting supreme humility as a goodly option…SELFLESSLY! Trusting many to choose right, we exemplify faith in mankind…TIRELESSLY. Utopia as a goal, defended to the death, bravely seeks the right…UNENDINGLY. Voices reaching out with good examples, void of hatred, overcome…VICTORIOUSLY. We, the beautiful, care about the well being of others…WILLFULLY. X-tra hopes, copious kindness, generous goodness, finds loves…XOXOX Yearning for self-improvement through soul searching surrenders…YESTERDAYS. Zealous living shines from within and befits us, beautiful mankind's ZENITH. © Dane Smith-Johnsen May 24, 2010 Poetic Form: Double ABC ...a touch of End Rhyme! (FUN!)
I hold three rocks softly in my hand Rolling them over, and over again This reality I leave far behind Thinking on the time when the rocks did find 'twas at Spewell Bluff where the river bends Where my dream time seemed to never end Dreaming of one stone that changed history Gathered from a brook it is a mystery David placed it in his shepherd's bag From there he surely did not lag Ran on ahead and faced the giant Smooth stone in the sling it is science David released it in the air The Philistine giant tumbled down there God guided that stone like a missile
down down down, knock it down to the basement blowing stuff up for a book never made sense the books were made, we've been screwed since religion should be talked about in past tense hence, the age of ignorance is over ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders its a heavy weight to carry but death is a women i would gladly marry if it means i could stop the torment and destruction of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted the mind is pure, void of superstition don't transmit unto your loved one your condition let them grow up, and make their own decision because i know if you did they would never choose the same path they would figure out the simple math they would never be so arrogant to believe this world was heaven sent and was made with them in mind they would reject any mention of a being divine only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain eternity, what is there to gain is this life and this world not enough for you you need another, and another, and another too it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have don't let your children fall victim to the same fad
Trust the path to lead have confidence in the direction find solace in its rhythm as you walk towards discovery Rest and ponder draw strength from human frailty and its capacity to endure complete your walk in faith made whole.
Bright light calls, guides through The dark forest to a land That flows with milk, honey
I Was Talking To Someone With Many Struggles,… I was talking with someone with many struggles. It seemed like everything he tried just meant "trouble." He was trying to pay the bills the best he could. Why he had so much trouble…. Wasn't understood? He asked why God could allow him so many trials… He had certainly traveled many journeys and miles! He asked for prayer and I didn't know what to say. I knelt with him and bowed down to pray. I remembered the journeys I had been through. And at times I really didn't know "what to do!" I remembered when it seemed like the world was "crashing in." There was no one I could turn to... Not even a friend! I cried; "Lord, If I lose everything else but still have you…" "Then I don't care what happens or what others do!" As I shared with him the struggles I've dealt with,,, I shared with him God's love that I've been blessed with! As I shared with him I felt a "lifting" of his heavy burden. His faith in Christ became all the more certain! Jesus said; "in this word you shall have much tribulation." "I have overcome!" "Rejoice with jubilation!" He is and will always be the answer to your every problem! Won't you invite him in and allow him to "solve them?" His love is ever so patient, willing and kind… And is here with you… Every single time! He is powerful!. He's the beginning and the end! He's all you ever need! Glory to God and AMEN!!! By Jim Pemberton
It takes uncertainty, I know to walk out your door and walk through another that's not yours Of course, there's too a course that other, unfamiliar, shoes use There are signs and there are signs not always along the way There is opportunity there is stop'n wait'n see choices others can't make You'll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss and love's. . . not yet in the toss Advice listened, taken and given Too few things, too many things. . . you'll come to know It takes certainty to walk out your door
Butterfly Above the flowers Kissing the soft petals Sucking the taste of love Butterfly
Christ' Death On The Cross… Christ died for me… I didn't deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been "amended I'm thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a difficult circumstance…" Jesus has given me hope... And a second chance! I'll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You've done what you said… And so much more! You're certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton
pointless building a mystery for tomorrow only to break out of routine try to be surprised find a way to get away from blind leading the blind a way for them to see the riddle that makes them smarter the one you can't tell properly they must figure out on their own then figure out their answer leads me to the disasterpiece of how pointless it is life seems to be like that covering up its pointlessness a routine of man's plan caught in the middle of demon's listening in to the instructions of how to write the instructions for the angels upon the mirrors for them to memorise so it can dance upon the head of a pin whirlwind whirlwind do you know what you did when you said you planned to fail you signed up for that box in the sky to perfect it one at a time the grace of it all and die laughing like supervillians the ignorance the bliss the sin and innocence of the joke we are about to become that i am just not telling The instructions for the angel to memorise the hole in the plan the demons fall for again the confusion of it all sick sense of humor and you say your not spoiled rotten then why am i the only one crying to be the only one laughing never mind I dont understand the way it was written illustrating the mystery working of backwards logic proof in the pudding of blame games and super imaginative godlike children
In growing, there is something to celebrate, and something to morn. Like loving a rose and catching the thorn, and the chrysalis sacrificed to the butterfly born!
As up in deeep blue sky within the night Star Bursting within Air tis Like As God's Love tis spread everywhere Showering down upon you and me Bright Lights.. Heavenly Love Shines Gloriously.. Tis Many Colors beholding Different types of Love.. in Truth Blessings are given For earthly living as Love tis Bursting Shooting Flames between two hearts Knowing.. Love Glows Brightly Shines Even in the dark Love finds A way To enter within Precious Moments of True Love For Life time Begins without end Come to Jesus Obtain Eternal Life Receive Blessings Showering of God's Divine Love
Mood swings tormenting An attitude developing A tear appearing A smile fading A face pouting Shoulders shaking Chills gallore Crying some more A look of disgust A feeling of hate Loosing the trust Having no fate Heading for trouble Becoming a rebel Crossing the borders Disobeying all orders Being disruptive Rather than productive Everyday you live Becomes more repetitive Something happened to you Left without a clue Unable to admit you knew The impossible would come true
Could you be the sum of the total equation Could these be the results of many years' efforts? Could you be prayer answered? Could you be the reason I am here, now? Could all the misses and woes, past Be the gain of you? Could you be the missing parts of the knotty puzzle? The balancing constituent of the equation? Could you be the key that opens the golden gate? the sure door that leads to kingdom of fulfillment? Could you be the one that makes all fit together? Could you be the one that makes all things complete? Could you be the missing link the total sum of the equation? Could it possibly be you?
The Mirror Of Life… If the mirror of life was reflecting my mind... What kinds of things would a person find? … Would there be much "confusion?" Would it be a "wandering mind" filled with "pollution?" Do you give much thought to what enters in? As the battle for the mind… Each day begins. God's given us a clear path. A NEW direction! It began with Christ and his resurrection! YOU can have your mind renewed by God's word. HIS purity in your thoughts… Need to be "stirred!" It's the Godly way of thinking that's the best choice. He speaks hope to all. In a "still small voice." Won't you allow him to put a "new mirror" back on? He's here to help you in a "world gone wrong." Experience all that he has to give and so much more! He's willing to help… What are you waiting for? He can give TRUE LOVE and a "cleansing" throughout. This is our God. This is what he's all about! He is a God of restoration and a hope divine… Now is the opportunity! Now is THE TIME! By Jim Pemberton
Wings of highest angel glide smooth and lightly reveals goodness of peaceful touch whisper upon skin slightly I feel the evil melt away so gently it leaves grace sets upon my breast like a faint summer breeze Happiness never felt afore in this life none to compare raw and naked love so amazing a token so rare Hard to obtain, maybe how it was to be floating in and out able to grasp a mystery Some able to reach farther than others hands outstretched blesse the gift of art drawing the far fetched Wings of an angel Glide smooth and lightly Everyday I pray Free my melancholy Set upon the horizon i see her touch others am I undeserving crying under my covers Touch me too my angel see my one wish come true watch over my children i shall forever be true
A low man is due... My eyes seek reality, My fingers feel for faith. Touch clean with a dirty hand, I touch the clean to the waste. I fall cause I let go, The net below has rot away. And I cry to the alleyway, Confess all to the rain. But I lie straight to the mirror, The one I've broken to match my face. The fire is so warm, But nowhere safe from the storm. And I can't bear to see, What I've let me be. So wicked and worn. So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do. Maybe you'll understand, I won't cry for this man. Cause low man is due. So low the sky is all I see, All I want from you is forgive me. My eyes seek reality, And my fingers seek my veins. There's a dog at your back step, He must come in from the rain. But you bring that poor dog in from the rain, Though he just wants right back out again. So my fingers feel for faith, And my eyes seek reality. So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do. Maybe you'll understand, I won't cry for this man. Cause low man is due.
I'm grieving like a weeping willow tree I'm hanging on the branches Colliding…colliding Like leaves falling one by one, My life is failing to seek the light (I don't wanna face His wrath)… And I blurred out the sun I'm drooping like a weeping willow tree I'm hanging helplessly…my sorrow hatches Abiding…subsiding… Like leaves plunging every hour, My life is wandering off of God's path (Do I still look precious in God's sight?)… And I can't help but cower I'm trembling like a worn-out cigarette My doom is caving in…and I crumble… I'm starving for Your comfort… I'm upset My fate is close at hand…yet I still crumble Into ash.
There Was A Time In America… There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as "God's set of rules." There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even In public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no "church and state" separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under "suspicion." There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of "tradition." There seems to be a lack of any kind of "spiritual nutrition." There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; "I'm going to read the Bible and do to church on Sunday." This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won't you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life. This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton 11/25/11
One that supplies forth coming events from divine ways, Relinquishes information, straight and sometimes in a daze. Angels seek these individuals to become prophets to gaze. Countless individuals have claimed this title without praise. Lessons have been taught and ignored from these of past days. Each one from the past either enlightens, or they simply amaze.
His wisdom found behind illusion's dreams, With magic and music combined in song, He leads Man from the grasp of greedy streams The druid god among the divine throng. Whilst in the trees we hear his battle screams He drew his blade so the lapwing could fly Through azure skies above the wondrous Earth So Man could hear the joy as the deer sigh. Now as I wander through the forest lands I seek the unknown things that he gave worth I look again when roaming the dune sands The breath of life that is a son of Don I seek with my lips, my eyes and my hands To see the beauty that Gwyddion won.
Life Is Short.... Life is to short....it goes by too fast... what you do for Christ is a treasure that will last. I know we get busy with our house and nice cars... Food on the table, plenty of "cookies in the jars." We forget the time we spend with our family... Trying to live our lives pretending we're happy. We want to show off "our" possessions and charm, but are often walking in danger and harm. When our true love is not Jesus... but things... Our "wealth", our house, diamonds and rings. On the inside, we're empty, God's love we're without... We often forget what being a child of God is all about. Return to your first love—don't hesitate... Do it now....the hour's growing late!!! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus versus me makes this world brutal. Its a crucial worship. I am main master of this ship cell called Earth. My version of God being first is I am original and ahead of world and church. Makes me head world leader. I am always in the lead. People bleed just cause of nobody accepting me. I want to feel equal its simplicity of respect see how much iy menas to me by testing me out. I make the future. I am a creature that is always in advance placement. Want to make an altartercation on all altars and add kitchens.Leave my blood alone. I am in the auto zone. Lettuce prey upon an apron for cooking. I am a predator. A mentor. The world is under my man age mentor. My supervision. The world is under devolpment, with a devils judgement. I hate to be alone and in the zone. Jesus cross means to me a grid of aim. X marks the exact act. From any angle of longitude and latitude, to the grid of forming a face, and tile of a structure. I never retire. Plus you cannot fire me, but praying to the wrong creator ignites a demon. Will demonstrate from the beginning to end and start again. T(he aven)ger. You will not see me coming. I know where you are. What you wear. Next celebrity to say they are the author, you will wear dirt. You will not see my shirt. My bet is the again street. You against me makes you an enemy. You cannot flee me. Celebrities are fleas and I want to approach these roaches. Hand them a shovel and say can you dig it. My digits are accurate for accuracy. Blast for me=blasphemy, is like my PHD. I never do the time but commit every cfrime and condemn them in a cell, I fell. Bucket, Cry me a river.People in jail or in the grave this is worse then slavery. MY calvary is people worried about calories, Sorry you were examples that I sample. My trigger is hot. My shot is just read, as I tread my form, I rule the tv screen and the reality scene. I form the print with my eyes.Never can slow down, calm down, and come down from this higher power. I can make you like sour. My choice of your likes and dislikes is like yikes. I can possess the lady with a skirt to flirt, and burp. I am King Author. I am the Authority. The real version. Its real. Revealed here in the light of my Fort Lauderdale.My Light of day. I want to collect before I resurrect. Isarel you sin surely by the titile of your scared land. I am sacred. Rape me. I will continue the menu. Omen. I design trains, plains, planes, transactions, explosives like landmines. South Florida is my landmine. Mine own design, baby.
God does everything For the long-term well-being Of His near and dear ones!
Jesus Was There… Jesus was there…. When my life hit "rock bottom." All of my problems and worries… He reached out and "caught 'em." Jesus was there… When I felt lonely and was frightened. His love shined through, and my life was "enlightened." Jesus was there… After all of my "friends" disappeared… His love for me became so evident and clear! Jesus was there… To take away all of my sins! It's only in Christ… Where true fulfillment begins! Jesus was there… Very patient and willing to understand… For all of my failures... He reached out his hand! Jesus is here right now! And wants to express… It's only in him… Where there's peace and rest! Jesus is here right now! Won't you open up your heart? Spending time alone with him… Is a great place to start! Jesus is here right now! And forevermore shall be… Waiting for you to join him… For all eternity! By Jim Pemberton 12/08/11
Listen! Can you hear? The gentle fall of every tear. When you quiet your busy mind Can you hear the turning tide ? When you start to fall asleep, Can you hear the children weep? When you enter the world of dreams Do you hear the rippling streams?, Is your drifting mind bemused, Or in your dreams are you confused? Are the words so eloquently spoken To keep your fragile heart unbroken? Listen! Listen! Can you hear? Angels whisper in your ear.