—that's what visions are—
A step to the Blue Mountain,
Where airy whimsical winds singing,
Flowing love counting no certain,
That's the joy warmth You're bringing.
A step to the Blue Mountain,
Challenging as crossing the Jordan River,
Life's path is not as smooth as fountain,
Bare our foots and hearts to walk deeper.
A step to the Blue Mountain,
This lost sheep needs You're guiding,
Surrender souls and strong submitting,
Learning and correcting weakness dying.
A step to the Blue Mountain,
A thousand miles yet to be discover,
I give thanks to the One Creation,
That He never forsaken me forever.
A little Prayer that I wrote.
Guide my Ride.
Dear Almighty in Heaven above
Please place your Hands on my
Shoulders and hold on to them
Please keep the Sanity in my Mind ,
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,
And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their
Rides in to Your Light away from the
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.
By : Shawn Muñoz
Evil scourge of the earth so full of waste,
plotter of mankind's fast downward pace.
Breaker of peace and stiffler of song,
with wicked power and purpose upon,
the action of men in opposing always,
God's Holy word with shadows of grey.
Tempter of hearts, making men move;
in ways of hate to shed innocent blood.
Your hostile world in opposition to truth,
wreaks ruin and misery with little reproof.
Destruction of mankind is your design,
without relief or recourse to find.
The father of lies, you lustfully move,
denying the truth, falsehood to prove.
Taking advantage with all evil means,
Winning the battle without effort, it seems.
Sin, as a virtue, you proudly proclaim,
with beauty and pleasure and promise of fame.
With multitudes in your will, you conspire,
to consign, even God's people to the fire.
Seducing millions in false religion's glow,
with deceit, corruption, and murder in tow.
Oh, evil personified, how far from God,
do you so slyly wield your harsh rod.
Disguising yourself as an angel of light,
bringing confusion with all of your might.
Make haste, lay waste, as is your want to do,
God has prepared a proper place for you.
Prov.8:36 "those that hate me, love death."
I don't know if I should love you or hate you
As innocent as I was you just had to label me
You took my love and replaced it with lust
You made me lie
You thought me hate
Most of all you made me hate the color black
You made me hate my Afro
You exploited my curves, my butt and my boobs
Yet I didn't understand why because when I looked at
myself I saw an hour-glass with a pot-belly, curves, thick
lips, with a heart that is so tough and long like the grate
wall of china
Who's mind never shut like the busy streets of New York
Who has scars like the African mountains and valleys
Who has cries like winter rain
With no voice like a whale crying for its child
You left me lost wondering, abandoned if I'm still human...
You glance down upon my desolate soul......
Entrapped within your eyes the silent glitter of the universe.
Your beautiful hair is enlightened by the sunlit waves of the Ganges.....
Let me kneel beneath the ends of this earth and with my tears cleanse your feet, my Goddess, the embodiment of love.
My offerings at heart are traumatized by the eternal wave of arrows, my fate.......
You have blessed this world with sweet music, your enchanting voice......
Yet drowns my joy, this immutable rhythm of endless cries.
You have subjected me, a lonely flower, amidst this realm of thorns......
my roots cannot compete any longer, my soul is being ebbed of what joy remains.
“Speak to me my Lord, tell me what I have done wrong!”
The gentle agitations of a cocoon, disrupt my train of thought....
She slowly struggles her way out with what strength she has, this beautiful butterfly...
Oh how sweet is this symbol of freedom gracefully flapping its wings.
I see my Lord, I see everything now.......
Only through suffering can one reach salvation.........
With this thought engraved, I shall prolong my love for you, forever and ever....
(Argument for the Biblical Account of Creation.)
I don't see why some people try,
without reason, to reach a conclusion.
They must haveconceived an end to be achieved,
through pre-supposition already chosen.
They accentuate the positive, ignore the negative,
and, apparently, find comfort in illusion;
to prove a connection they've already reckoned
will fit their pre-supposed delusion.
Yet, steadfast is truth, we find from our youth,
in solving the age old mysteries;
by following the evidence through reasoned inquest
of science, and accurate histories.
True science has shown aging to be known
affected by the rays of the sun.
Bible history attests longevity was best
Before Noah's Ark made its run.
We see man's age decline right in line
with the canopy deluge postulation.
Now, we can't see how fitting this must be
from the onset of creation.
The Bible also lists, a pre-flood morning mist
rising to water the earth each day..
Would this not lead to the conclusion indeed
of a water vapor canopy in play?
Then, the canopy fell as rain, quite well,
all the habitable land to cover:
"the deep" broke up making the oceans a cup;
can we logically conclude any other?
Urchins of the sea have been found to be
upon the highest of mountains.
Wouldn't this tend to show proof of a flood flow,
and its ebb into the fountains?
Don't ever pre-suppose a rose, a rose,
if it looks some what a carnation.
If you do, I must firmly assure you,
You will earn reason's indignation.
Reason can surely be a help for you and me,
if not corrupted by pre-supposition.
Think it all through, ignoring the Bible won't do
You'll be found in an untenable condition.
I can use the letter s with so many s words,
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs,
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp,
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs,
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves,
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn,
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn.
Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
But whats even worse is soul on souls hating,
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken,
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven,
I say I have always said society on my word S
(A refuge of Lies)
Some men claim, to their own shame,
to know the American Constitution.
Then, oddly prefer, and wicked Judges concur,
in the innocent babies exclusion.
Yet, our inalienable right; the first one in sight,
is to life, that God has rendered.
Liberty, then happiness follow in process:
deny the first, and all are tendered.
Some men, of late, divide Church and State,
while religious humanism gains inclusion.
I fail to see, for the life of me,
how they can reach this conclusion.
The Constitutional intent was totally meant,
as a curb on Federal power taking.
And, lest we forget, all other power yet,
was reserved for states and people's making.
The pact don't mandate separation of Church and state:
that was culled from Jefferson's private letter.
So, don't claim, as some, that it came from,
the Constitution, - for we know better.
Pride - the father of sin, bade this evil come in,
and twisted the truth into a lie.
I pray God awaken some for the battle to come;
that America's promise will not die.
Forgive this wicked sin, bid us to come in,
to a most Holy reformation.
Lord, let us see thy work in that decree,
and turn us from national ruination.
See Constitution, Declaration of Independence,and
Bill of Rights.
In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love.
For he who heard them.
Sent them hope, that God created a world for them.
For us to see and bare good times.
For no more hurt and devishlish crimes.
For the earth which once was good.
Is soured and torn.
There are no morals or dreams no more.
Or hope of good things when suffering soars.
For they are crushed by his vast sword.
For he who has the greater sin.
He has carried and been burdened with.
He has been forgotten.
In times like these.
Because people hearts bleed with disease.
For they have burdened him with more sin.
They have forgotten the pain he is in.
For he so carried his cross with pride.
A younge man who was destined to die.
No matter what the world does think.
This man did live before we did.
We have lost our way in darkened times.
Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him.
If youd only listen and help to carry his cross.
Take the blame for things done past.
Change our ways for hope to last.
We wont do that out of pride.
When he is denied.
I feel for him.
I pick his cross up and help him off the ground.
For he is my brother.
Who I have found.
He has carried that cross.
No man deserved his life in such a lose.
Tormented and torturded to no extent.
He didnt look like a mere man in the end.
He coutinued to stand even after he fell.
Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell.
For a man so strong, so bold and kind.
Showed me what we can do as man kind.
He gave his life for everyone who reads this.
For those who can not see.
Do not be blind
Find this man, for he needs you.
He gave his life to save you.
With your help, you raise his cross.
You heal that burden of love.
That has been lost.
Ease his pain and find your way.
For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.