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It's beyond the pad and pen,
And bigger than what I'd say.
Really, I could only say amen,
To describe how I feel today.
So I'll speak so let it be,
Because you're desired in my heart.
My hands have not come up empty,
Nor have I worn another scar.
With you came a new purpose,
An after-life beyond the death.
No longer do I feel worthless;
I have a reason to breathe another breath.
devils' cannot go round corners'
evil cannot bend-
it is mostly found in madmen
...in many cases
"some married men"
they all wear bare face masks,
the evil of the deciever is located
in their eyes...connected to a rotten
heart...here the deceit is beating...
..."sin salivating demon"...
they are frustrated fallen women...
predators of women and children,
you can find them on your t.v
preaching Christian words,...
the flesh of young
they love to torture,
another so called "Christian, politician"
to be exact, preaching against
found himself in prison,
for raping children,...that's a fact
the devils work, gives lips service
to that of a spiritual demon flirt
none of you can be trusted,
you are all potential rapists'
just a matter of time
before your a%s is busted,
before the truths' uncovered
ass holes point the finger at gays...
when you are the real reason
why you go to church and pray
it is not to find your faith,
for you have none at the start,
...for you wouldn't do
the kinds of things
that break a childs heart...
you know it is only a matter of time
before your life falls apart ...
hang your head in shame you bastard!!!
hang your head in shame...
you're the reason why women leave men
why so many despise your type
the heart of this man is not be trusted...
from experience this logic commands
...another supposed family man...
Hiding behind his family...his wife
don't preach to me you sinner...
all of you make me laugh...
you won't find me in one of churches
your mind bending cult...
perfectly built to house sinners
your the ones' who take it up the a#s
this so called religion
you hide behind...
you yourself a joke...
Now I could write a passage
of compassion-be a real bleeding
but as adults who are we protecting
here...the child...or these nobs
these predators...that steal
a childs innocence...a childs dreams
there is no compassion
only an abyss I cannot forgive
anyone...anyone for this...
for these kids
a life of nightmares dark shadows
and silent screams...they'll either end up
victims...or brave courageous...
strong and determined human beings...choose a life
of love somehow become a beautiful
for devils only walk straight lines...
in God you will repent...
in God there is no pretence...
Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.
I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.
©2013 Honestly JT
There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
as a source of their “pride.”
But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!
The rainbow was there when much
of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.
He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise... An extension of his love!
It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!
The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
power of Jesus’ name!
The colors are beautiful… But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus…
We’re never complete!
No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
change you this very hour!
The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!
Look past the colors of the rainbow! Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
God’s power from above!
By Jim Pemberton
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
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.
written 10th Aug 2013
I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"
She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"
Something is being said
across the whole world.
Something is being said
for all to hear.
Something is being spoken
for us to be awoken,
Something is giving us life
to beat all this strife,
Something is being loving
to heal our pain and sorrow,
Someone has given us a new tomorrow,
Something is being said,
He is saying take His hand
He is saying forget the trials for they take you far,
Far into a land where life is left unknown,
He is saying, I am life,I am the true vine,
take my hand and we will live in eternity for all time,
for all days and you will learn my awesome ways.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Today, a storm blew through
And tears with rain drops fell.
Out of nowhere, thoughts of you
And a pain began to swell.
Yet in my still reflection,
In this somber introspection
A little brook of bubbling joy
Flowed in, as I remembered as a boy...
When God knit a common tether
Through our daily ways and means.
He bound our lives together
As we courted common dreams.
While storms will always be,
And times of loss will sadden.
There is a Brook of Memories
That will always serve to gladden.
Above the loss of those departed,
Is a solace never leaving.
Held dear within the heart,
A brook of joy is heaving.
To sooth the pain of loss
The God of comfort sent a stream
To wash away our hurts beneath
The Brook of Memories.
Wave a sea softened
and a pain and a tenderness
throw dreams in fascination
of the blue.
And let shave the waves of
Your eternity , oh, weigh
oh,weigh a coast of years.
Carry far in azure, spiral
with bulging little abdomens,
flutter with mahagony pinions
and already in vain expect you
to stop the scales harbours
with hot flames for You are
Far away, far away ,far away,
heart and frank await the
hymn of June.
All sea sisters are dressed in
embroidered of kiss of
In the morning hunts them
fishermen and revive with
breath of their man’s hands.
In the evening girls wash
their black tunics,
in their blue hearts,
their feet white ,who cadge
The night is squeezed enigma
predatory like a bat pecking
of scarlet fig.
Sea sisters, sea sisters,
remember His steps
which go through you noiselessly,
and ou swing like
hold in His fingers Herod,
Pilate washes his hands,
in Yours heirs
and they bristled like winter
icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
There at Golgotha
hearing terrible cry,
blood gushes like
wounded river disappear
like Easter roses,
in weeds of flushed
to open way of
Who is He?
Do you heard
His name ?
He is Messiah,
Like little sheeps,
clouds of candy floss,
they welcome festivaly.
Barefooted are feet
of lovely swarthy steps
of the sun, came to bow,
before You , Creator.
The sea throws his
magnificent silver flesh,
blue like heavently lace,
to swallow all stars
pretty like uncreated
like an apple of not