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Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


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Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | I do not know? | |

Playing BlackJack with the Devil

He lay awaiting spraying cards

Beckoning with his forked tongue

Come here my son lay down your guard

Bet what you like it is only for fun

I started with a bet so small

A face arriving right at my door

The second led only to reveal

An ace of spades I had won my deal

This seems so easy it cant be true

I lay a bigger bet knowing it is due

Alas there came another Jack

He smiled at me as the devil played back

You have won again now bet it hard

You know you can beat me without any cards

Ride your luck as I did against God

And see where it takes so now bet hard

I lay the rest of all I had

Only to find the cards went bad

A five of diamonds shot out loud

Followed by the Queen as she did frown

His card was showing a souless ace

Asking for insurance I felt his embrace

I declined and waited to see with praise

He smiled as the card flopped over ..... a face

Thank you my son for your donation

Once again? He asked with quotation

I told him I have nothing more

He said dont lie you have your soul

If you win this you will be free

With all the riches and endless glee

I will even show you both cards

Double exposure for my disregard

I agreed and bet my soul

He lay both cards for the endless goal

His smile turned to laughter as he knew

His ace in the hole was on its way through

It dropped and so did my soul

I felt it pull out of my body whole

I lay in his chamber with all the rest

As I saw God next me in distress

For even he had bet his best

And lost to the one that he threw to the mess


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Epic | |

The Centurion

He hated his posting here;
Rome had sent him here as punishment;
He was sure of that;
These people were a stubborn lot; 
He hated them most of all;
Then he met the prisoner.
He was supposed to be some kind of king.

Pilate had interviewed this man;
Now the other guards were mocking him;
They fashioned a crown of thorns for His head;
They forced it upon him;
Blood came pouring down;
Yet the king didn't utter a sound.

The guards stripped the king;
They placed on him a purple robe;
The mockery was intense;
Yet this king was different in some way;
He didn't utter a sound.

Then they began to beat the king;
The centurion simply watched;
This was no ordinary man;
The man simply offered them his back;
Then the centurion heard the man pray;
The man was forgiving his captors!

Pilate had ordered the man to be crucified;
So they led the figure out;
He was now beaten and battered;
Could He even carry the cross;
The centurion wished it was all over;
This prisoner didn't deserve any of this.

The centurion made another man carry the cross;
Soon they topped the hill;
Here they stripped the prisoner;
They laid Him on the cross;
As they drove the nails;
The centurion heard Him pray;
He was forgiving them for killing Him!

The centurion had heard of this prisoner;
He now remembered Him well;
The prisoner claimed to be the Son of God;
He had performed many miracles;
The centurion wished to see one now;
He wished the man would come down from the cross!

The sky around them began to darken;
The centurion watched the man on the cross;
The man looked at the centurion;
"I love you and forgive you",  written in His eyes;
The centurion's heart was breaking inside;
The man on the cross breathed His last.

The earth rattled as an earthquake struck;
Tombs opened and dead men walked;
The centurion was oblivious to it all;
He seen only the dead man on the cross;
His knew now within his heart;
He had crucified the Son of God.


Details | Haiku | |

God's Discipline

God's criticism towards our life 
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace


Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


Details | Free verse | |

Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!


Details | Epic | |

All men are Broken

I am not like your earthly father, why do you treat Me like him?
I am an all consuming love 
I am not double-minded; I can’t lie or hurt you with sin,
I created you to be more than what you currently are,
For the father fracture has caused so many of My children to be scared,

All men are broken,
All men were broken,
By their fathers who passed it down to you,
My sons and daughters there is nothing to impossible for me too do,

I am much bigger than anything you face and fear,
I am the Father who has seen every tear,
I am the Father who knows your deepest pain,
I am the Father who will always remain,

Though many fathers meant well they still could never be,
All that I am able to be unto thee,
You’re not your father, you’re not going to be the same,
You were never meant to live with the anxieties of a childhood filled with pain,
So let Me love you, let me in, I am not counting all your sins,
Let Me show you what you have never seen,
For perfect love heals and restores all lost dreams,

I am not your father, please blame me no more,
If you could only see what I have planned for your future; the greatness I have in store,
You would understand, you would forget the past, 
You would forgive your fathers, who didn’t know better and couldn’t fulfill their tasks,

A generation has been created,
That has been jaded and recklessly complicated,
I understand, but take my hand; I am not like a carnal man,
I will show you unconditional love that will never fail,
When things get tough I am the Father who will never bail,

I am not like your father, I have been falsely accused,
I am the father who will never leave your side, disappoint you, or abuse
I have watched you all your life suffer in silence, while hiding behind everything and anything to numb yourself well,
I was there every time you slipped up and every time you fell,

But listen my beloved, I call out to you each day,
Just stay quiet for a moment and you will hear what I want to say…

I am here; you are ever before me, for I carved your name in my hand,
I know how to reach you, for I loved you before you ever reached this land,

A broken child becomes a broken man,
Until he knows his heavenly Father is his biggest fan.
Give Me a chance to show you and you will finally understand
That it is My love that will guide you, just take hold of my hand.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Free verse | |

My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


Details | Free verse | |

This Is War

Bring the rain! It might 
be wet but it wont 
dampen my spirits!

Bring the blazing sun! 
It might burn me but it 
wont dry me out!

Bring the strong winds! 
They might blow me to 
and fro but they wont and 
I repeat they wont stop 
me getting where Im 
going!

Try me! Test me! I might 
not be battle tough?
But my spirit is built to 
out live life's war.


Details | Rhyme | |

Go Fly A Kite

One day I was really busy with chores as my son was sitting all around.
Not helping, he was driving me crazy as he got in the way, in leaps and bounds. 
Every few seconds he was asking what to do, and acting, oh so bored.
His whining and irritation carried on, as all my suggestions, he deplored.
In a moment of weakness, I told him to go fly a kite high up in the blue…
Well, we all know how karma has its way, and comes around so true…

He found a kite and sailed it with a kid with wilder views, outdoors.
Sure enough, trouble began as a girl in tears came running to my door.
She was begging me to save her froggy friend, the one she so adored.
For he was indeed taking a trip to worldly heights, as that kite soared.
Panicked, thoughts of a little broken froggie now sailed thru my mind.
And PETA knocking down my door was of course not far behind.

Chores forgotten, and with eyes full of horror I raced out the door.
Low and behold a kite that never could seem to get off the ground, before… 
Was soaring at 200 feet where it continued to climb and soar, some more.
I figured my sons real want, had been to get attention from his Mom, for sure.
And he had won as we were together, as we tried to get that froggy to our side.
But he kept telling me the froggy had, himself, jumped twice on the kite, to ride.

But of course I didn’t believe him as we fought for froggy’s life.
After an hour of swoops and dives while praying for the best, amid the strife.…
Finally he was settled in a tree. But was the little guy happy? Did you guess?
No siree! No way! For when the kite took off again, I must confess…
With a leap of faith… he was again riding that kite as it shot up like an arrow.
And my son told me SEEEE I told you he really wanted to go…

As I reeled him quickly in, I ate a little crow, for not believing in him, before.
As we brought the froggy back down…I explained he didn’t want to soar… 
But no matter what he wanted… he must not let him, ever sail again…
For my son was old enough to now understood the danger he’d been in.
I told him it was his responsibility to protect and pay attention to his little friend.
Instead give him love and attention, and to always be kind to him.


Dedicated to my Hubby always encouraging me on this site. PS: This is fictional.


Details | Epic | |

The Outcast

I heard their call in the far land
But I will not respond
Their deeds I will not look at before rising
Their accusations and murmurs however whack me in the face
And my tears become unstoppable
Is it my fault that I know not my father?
A first son born into a royal home
But today I walk among our people as an outcast
I am a stranger
With no father’s blessing or a mother’s love
Is it my fault I come by night?
To the home of my father
I come by night because I am ashamed
Ashamed because I am disowned
Disowned because I am despised
Despised because I am abused
It is not my fault I know not my mother’s prime mate

When I walk among our people I am teased
Teased because I have no father’s blessing
They toot all day, enquiring
‘’But where is his father?’’
Answers always arrive at my door post
‘’My father is dead and left me with no blessings’’
But I know he lives somewhere in the next village

Papa, come and shower your blessings on me
As a child is born and loved
Papa, come and kiss me
As a child is accepted by his own people
For in your absence
I was humiliated, lacerated and castigated by your own people

How many sleepless night I have encountered
When they say there goes the outcast
But papa, come and shower your blessings on me
As a child is born and loved
Papa, come and kiss me
As a child is accepted by his own people
For I am your child and a son of this village

When the ceremony has come
For the sons to recount their father’s achievement
And pride themselves with their father’s glories
Tears filled my eyes
For my face drenched in pool of tears
And my mind enquire
‘’Where is your father’s glory’’
And how should I know
I am an out cast
Hated and despised by his own people
Like a stranger
Like an uninvited guest
Papa, come and wipe the tears on my face
For your arm is all I crave for.                                  
                                                                                                                                               Nii- Ayi Solomon
                                                                                                                    


Details | Epic | |

My Very Own Seeds

My time keeps ticking/ Fresh outta mind prison/ I still have a hard time trying to listen/
 I keep on walking yet I keep on tripping/ The pain in my brain heart thickens/ 
Redemption for change Im still missing/ 

Im still on the reservation/ Dont any of my own people see the alcoholic devestation?/
 More self destruction than self creation/ Addicted alcholism among our own we keep making/ Young hearts and souls everyday we be breaking/ Most of us young souls around here are rarely forgiven because we are to busy been forsaken/
 
This is my own mind made prison astrology/ Im hard like a rock involved in geology/
 Dont any of my people understand this poverished prison geolgraphy/ 
Our destruction can be seen in NAT GEO, dont you people see it in the photography/
 Time is no joke nor is it alive yet somehow it can still bleed/ 
Im still out of prison yet in my mind it still doesn't feel like I have been set free/
 I know my out out but I dont have the keys/ In or out it still remains hard just to be me/
 Everything now days in life cost a fee/ Its not my culture its the American Greed/
 I guess now days I gotta leave a trail, I gotta PLANT MY VERY OWN SEEDS......


Details | Free verse | |

From the Fiery Pits of Hell to My Glorious Home in Heaven

It started when I was young.
I chose to take a walk on the wild side.
I drove my parents insane with my deeds.
I pushed everything good away.
I was bad, evil to the core.
Lying, stealing and cheating were all I knew.
Then the drugs and sex overtook me.
Riding on the slippery slope to Hell.
Satan had my heart, mind, body and soul.
He wouldn’t let me go.
I didn’t want him to.
I wanted my life of misery.
It was good to me.
I fell hard into his snare.
I really felt that was where I belonged.
It was a place to call home.
All my friends egged me on.
As I played games with the Devil.
I drew closer and closer to him.
Through Tarot and the Occult. 
Witchcraft, casting spells.
It was so intense.
I never wanted my ride to end.
I was on top of the world.
Living in the fiery pits of Hell.

He reached down to where I was.
He took my hand and pulled me out of the muck.
He saved me.
Showed me a new way of life.
No more lying, stealing or cheating.
The need for drugs was gone.
I was taught how sex could be beautiful and pure.
I was free of Satan’s grasp.
He no longer had control over me.
My heart, mind, body and soul now belong to another.
He loves me.
In spite of the terrible things I’ve done, he really loves me.
He’s forgiven me.
Can you believe that?
Sent His Son to die for ME!
It was on a cross on a hill far away.
The Father couldn’t even watch as His Son paid the price for me.
All for Me!
Now my sins are all forgiven.
The Devil’s hold on me broken.
I am free!
Free to have faith, to hope and to love.
The best news of all is that the Son is coming back for me!
Right now, this very second, He’s working on my place.
My glorious home in Heaven!



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THE SIBYL - CRONUS

Then Cronus, son of Heaven and Earth
    accepted steel    and cut the twain
Dead Earth descended low in sterile regions
    of the sundr'd Soul
And a cry went up from mortal'd man -
    "Great one    what hast thou done to us?"
A part of time is cut in twain
    repeating o'er and o'er the strain
And A begat him B    and B begat him C,
    and on    and on
The boredom of the turning ball    the reaching out
    the anguish'd call -
"Great Cronus    Son of Heav'n and Earth
    why hast thou done this thing to us?"l


Details | Free verse | |

Talk to your Grandparents

There's something important I would like to stress,
as a piece of advice, from the top of my head.
It might sound small now, but nevertheless,
one day when you've grown up, it will make sense;
Talk to your Grandparents.

Ask them a question, another and more.
Ask them what this world was like before.
Inquire of Life, Love and of marriage.
They've been there, they've lived it, and would love to share it.
They'll talk to you gladly, if you lend an ear.
They may make your day, and you'll make their year.
It will be like discovering the best long-lost friends,
if you talk to your Grandparents.

There's something important I would like to say;
Visit, or phone, do it now, and today.
I promise the greatest of disappointments,
is time passing by when you don't know it went.
So don't miss this chance, before it's been spent,
to talk to your Grandparents.


Details | Ballad | |

if every urinal spoke of sense;

if every urinal spoke of sense;
hark-shot nomadic whispers… 
deflationary aspirations… 
palatine teacups and conjunctive juntas…
would you forgo the inevitable...? 


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Ballad | |

Phantom kisser-

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in

He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin

His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd

The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame

Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world

His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked

His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant

Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim

One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks

A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel

A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro

A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries 

An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him

“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red

To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro

Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather

A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face

After the last step and last beat coincide 
Their masks come up no more reason to hide

Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout

The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand

A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
 
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly

The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess

Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad

The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim

In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed

A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest

He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair 
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air

A second chance the preacher stated 
Yes it was not to be he debated

Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail

For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!


Details | Couplet | |

Mary, Did You Wonder

Mary, did you wonder when the angel Gabriel proclaimed the news,
That you, a virgin, were chosen by God to bear the King of Jews?

Mary, did you wonder why a special star shone o'er Bethlehem so bright,
And shepherds left their flocks to honor your Son on that Holy Night?

Mary, did you wonder as you tenderly kissed the very Face of God,
And cuddled the Messiah long foretold - did you not think that odd?

Mary, did you wonder that angels heralded your Son's birth singing hymn,
And that even three Kings from the East brought gifts to worship Him?

Mary, did you wonder at the miracles that your Son performed,
Turning water into wine, healing the blind, the lame and deformed?

Mary, did you wonder why your precious Son was so often scorned,
And was destined to die on The Cross with a crown of thorns adorned?

Mary, did you wonder that in His short life on earth as He suffered rejection,
That He would rise from an unblemished grave to a glorious resurrection?

Mary, did you wonder that you were to give birth to the King of Kings?
Mary, did you wonder at the wonder of it all, these mysterious things?

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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Apophis

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


Details | Lyric | |

where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief
The moments of comfort are short and brief
the darkness engulfs all of my senses
like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions

maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end
what i wouldn't give know just for a friend
my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on
i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone

laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket
don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket
even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion
inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon

this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak
so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak
i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face
the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place

if theres more after this life has passed me by
ill wait for you all on the other side 
i hope I've left fond memories with you all
you kept me standing after every single fall


Details | Ballad | |

A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom 
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
 You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink


Details | Epic | |

FOR A FATHERLESS SON

All the way to the hospital
I felt  your eagerness for life,
Your Impatience 
between contractions
For the show to go on,
Months in the preparation
This was your debut,
A final push 
The curtains opened, 
And there in the spot light
A star was born,
Encore, 
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!
I boasted to a fervent audience
Took praise  for the choreography
(Though the moves were yours alone.)
You did not notice
 in the theater
The one empty seat 
That I could not fill,
The void that would grow
As your needs grew,
Ignorant of the absence 
you saw Past that darkness
to my beaming face.
learning your new steps
my praise was enough
but I would repeat it
 to fill the space, 
Now my leading man
the space is harder to hide,
that utter lack of attention, 
That first Christmas play 
And that damned empty seat 
not reserved
but rejected !
you played the part of yourself
my wise man
You did  not seem to mind.
And every mile stone you pass 
You look to me,
Your first words
Your first grazed knee
Your second performance
In the theater,
(just a small routine)
but there besides me
that damned lack 
looming 
like dark shadow over a full moon,
he should have been there then
to see your comeback,
your perfect production
As I held you with the strength 
of two.
Inquisitive now
You  question me
About the missing piece
in your jigsaw
puzzled  by the great blank
the incompleteness of the picture, 
If I could put it together 
for you,
if I had the answers,
If I could tell you why,
I am all I can offer 
And I am sorry for that,
I am sorry for these two hands
That should be four
I am sorry  I can not tell you  more,
I am sorry for the empty seat
That grows more obvious
That I can't remove or replace,
But I promise you this
There will be 
Only one vacant space,
I will love you,  utterly,
Unconditionally,
Wholeheartedly, 
I will love you
And at every performance
All the roles
You chose to play in life
I will be there
Proud, applauding twice.


Details | Didactic | |

WHO NEEDS GOD?

so who do you think needs the Lord God?
is it only those who possess a righteousness of heart?

we live in a cultural society of spiritual disillusion
where some feel if there was no God there would be less chaos and confusion
but chaos and confusion are in the hearts and minds of men
as God is only about order and the Spirit which dwells within
it's not God who's responsible for all this man-made mess
it's caused by the sin of greed that mankind strives to possess

we've stopped going to church to worship God and started putting our desires first
we've taken God out of everything and society has gotten worse
video games, books and movies about ungodly things
we're making it easier for the devil to have free reign
people think their in control and that it's all about them
but let me tell you we all need God He's our everlasting friend
He gives unconditional love, mercy and grace and forgives again and again
He understands all of our situations and looks beyond our sins

King David did some awful things but to God he did repent
forgiven by God but he stilled suffered some consequence
one son was killed and another son tried to overtake his place on the throne
he found himself in a wilderness experience and realized he couldn't do it alone
so down on his knees he fell and cried out to the Holy Lord
understanding that without God in his life he might as well fall on his sword

only He can fill that God shaped hole which in our hearts 
no man nor woman, no material thing nor any substance can do the part
be wary of who and what you worship and what you create with your own hands
for if it's not God made all I can say is that it might not be what you've planned
if you lean not towards your own understanding you may come to comprehend 
that everything in this perfect universe was not made by mere men

so who do you think needs God? do you think its thee?
the God of love, kindness and mercy, the God who created you and me
never changing, never re-arranging, dependable, steadfast and sure
forever lasting, eternally fashioned, His Word which will always endure
the Alpha, the Omega, the Beginning and the End
the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, our Friend
the Salt of the Earth, the Prince of Peace, He is the King Of Kings
the Universal Designer who created everything

so who needs God? who do you think needs the Lord Christ?
as far as I'm concerned it's everything that has the ability to breathe life










Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You God ophobic

Are You God-ophobic? 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


Details | Epic | |

The Family Of Saints, Chapter 1- story

    Chapter 1-The Sinful soul of Reyhan


It was a great family. They were bestowed with the rarest of knowledge of both spiritual
and the living material world from their ancestors. The head of the family Sheik Habeeb
had their laws and customs followed according with their sacred beliefs. The eldest of his
four daughters was married to Reyhan an intellectual scholar who worked with the state.
They had two male children a three year old and a new born. It was the day to welcome
the second son in law of Sheik Habeeb. Reyhan had to attend a talk, so was a moment late.
The house didn't wait and the dinner was served. When Reyhan reached, his pride and ego
hurt him as the dinner was served without the eldest son in law. It so happened, he left
the home without his wife and children.
Those were the times of pride and anger; those were the times of hatred and revenge.  
The father and the son in law tried their own ways. Reyhan tried to keep the children
with him but Sheik Habeeb won't allow. And he was divorced. He married yet another
woman and had children but all girls. Sheik Habbeb sued him for not giving the expenses
of the two boys. And after months of debates the verdict was passed against Reyhan to
meet the expense of his sons, as he was getting salary from the state. He decided not
to give. But the state started to cut off his salary. To take on Sheik Habeeb he resigned
from his work with the state so that Sheik Habeeb doesn't take his money. Thus the sons
were raised without a father. And they were taught with knowledge by the Sheik. They grew
into youth. For college education, his eldest son Raheem required his father's signature
and he left to meet him whose image he couldn't recollect.


Details | Cowboy | |

' Outlaw Ballad ... ' (Part 1 of 2) (Cowboy Poem # 9)

You Rode Into My Town
Gunned all The Lonely Deputies Down
Blew-Up The Bank Of Trust, In Our Face …
Where, There Was Hope … Is Now Empty Space …
               … Now, I Gotta Chase You ! …

        Outlaw !
Armed and Dangerous
        Outlaw !
Jesse James, Would Be Jealous
  … of You – Outlaw !
You’re Outrageous …
… and You’re An Outlaw ! …

Stealing Hearts, Like They Was Gold
… Silver Bullets, Are The Lies, You Told
Just A Masked-Man, Running Away …
No Longing-Arms, Can Make You Stay
                 … This Is Where You Pay (Now) ! …

        Outlaw !
# 1 On Our Wanted List …
        Outlaw !
They Told Me You Never Miss ! …
        Outlaw !
… In A Duel, or A Quick Kiss …
… You’re An Outlaw !

Rustlin’ Cows and Cheating at Cards
Done Knocked Down, Many A Weak and Off-Guard
I Will Chase You Long and Hard
To Show You, How It Feels To Be Scarred …
                  … My Personal Reward ! …

        Outlaw !
$ 10,000.00 Reward
        Outlaw !
A Dollar, For Each Broken Heart
        Outlaw !
… Better Get A Head-Start …
        Outlaw !

Chorus:

Oh, I didn’t do Anything / That’s What All Outlaws Sing!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Then, This is Just A Real Bad Dream!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Stop! … Then, Where’s Her Dadgum Ring? …
                                Outlaw …

You Avoid Honor, Like A Hangman’s Noose
Out There, Wild and Still Running Loose
Wanted Posters, Up On Every Wall
When They Look At It … Tears Just Fall …
                   … You’re A Real Quick-Draw ! …

        Outlaw !
Look At That Brim …
        Outlaw !
Cocked-Low, Like A Trigger-Rim …
        Outlaw !
… Yeah, That’s Him ! …
 … It’s The Outlaw ! …

This is Showdown For Nerves-On-Edge
No More Hide-Outs; Not Another Hedge
No More Ladies, Lying On A Ledge
No More Lies, Or A Broken Pledge …
                   … See This Badge !!! …

        Outlaw !
I Shoot Straight From A Curve-Hip …
        Outlaw !
You Won’t Get To Give Me The Slip …
        Outlaw !
You’re Gonna Get Wild-Whipped …
        Outlaw !

Chorus:

Girl, I Know You’re Hurtin’ / But He Was Only Flirtin’
Luv, Stop Your Crying / Break Free From His Lying
Hon, I’m Doing You A Favor / He Ain’t Never Gonna Put No Ring On Your Finger …
                           He’s An Outlaw ! 

                           (Part One of Two)


Details | Narrative | |

THE MISSING -- FATHER'S SON

Joseph-----born in October 1994—to your Mother and her family.
When I collided with your Mother—in 1993—all she was-
absence for------was you!
All she would declare is---She needed a child to complete her- 
A Son or Daughter ----that did not matter to her!

If this echo is all too familiar--- I assure you--- it is NOT!
You see --my dearest Joseph --you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
You have only known one view of this great epic —But--- today—you 
will hear of THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
Forced by your Mother and her family to NEVER--- have communion 
with you!

Given your Mother’s madden name at birth--- you lived in her- 
universe.
Unable to communicate with the out-side world--- forced to never-
have communion ---with me--- MY ONLY SON!!
You see my dearest Joseph--- you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
Only one BEING would know my PAIN--- without you-- MY ONLY 
SON!!

It would seem some evil force be-hide the whole perplexity.
You force by your mother and family---- into--- a fatherless child’s-- world
Me forced to live with-out----- my only Son—which cause YOU to be-
THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
I am sure reality has been restrained from YOU-----your entire life.

 Only one BEING would know my PAIN--- without you-- MY ONLY 
SON!!
But---- HE sent HIS-- only SON to the CROSS--- To die for you and me.
Beaten, bruised, tormented and Crucified----beyond recognition---for OUR SINS!!
ALL THANKS be to HIS Heavenly Father----because with-out HIM---
you would not have a Padre.

You see --my dearest Joseph --you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
If some evil force is present—he would know that the HEAVENLY—
Father is your father ------after all.
Because HE -----and HE alone ----can only be a Father to the 
Fatherless.
I leave with you my final plea—you would KNOW HIM as your- 
DADDY!!

By: WEM/MEW/EWM/EMW















 



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To keep the sun to our backs. (This epidemic is epic!)

I can finally believe that the sun shines beyond those clouds
To signal the end of the shade 
Uncovering the world’s insecurity’s

If we can find solace in somebody we’ve never touched
Their words enough to give us hope
In a hopeless race
The means to turn the page
And start the next chapter of the book
To move on holding hands

Marching as one into the sunset
Into the title waves
Into the hurricane
Making the best of every moment
Dancing in the wind and rain

To move on hand in hand


Details | Epic | |

Bond Ne'er Be Broken

Thus, if ever be

A spark of conscious love or un

With will that is truly free

Of parent unto child ‘tween

A bond ne’er shall be broken  

No matter of ‘tis state of weak


Details | Epic | |

Their Eyes

They are a prize
To encounter or find
When chance gives you their eyes
You can glance at a beautiful mind

They love without care
To any and all
Heart on their sleeves they wear
Bravery never to fall

Their laugh can light
Through a thousand years of pain
Giving hope for those who fight
For happiness and love to gain

Small as they may be
But just as strong
We give the world for them to see
For they’’ strive for what’s right and wrong.

01/19/08
A.B.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

DON'T OFFER GOD ANYTHING THAT COSTS YOU NOTHING

In order for us to redeem the time we need to give God our best 
and be willing to do all He asks as proof of where our faith rests
as it's not about how much you've given but has your faith been consistent
in offering all you have to God with a loving persistence
to be thankful when receiving any and all blessings that come from God
and responsible when you get them and holding them in the highest regards
but to offer anything to God that costs you nothing at all
is the difference between true sacrifice and just giving a lip call
for it's not about just talking the talk, it's about being willing to walk the walk

what motivates us? and what is in our hearts?
are two of the things that most concern our Lord God
to be about giving God your best, as He's the only one whom you need to address
there will be times of difficult instructions when you choose to follow His commands
there will be some hard choices to make that you may never come to understand
yes God will test you to determine your faithful resolve
but if you place your trust in Him some mysteries in your life may be solved
and when making a burnt offering to God it needs to be free and whole
coming from one's heart with the surrendering of one's soul
so never offer God anything that costs you nothing to give
remember it's only by His grace and mercy that you even live

Abraham was so faithful to God he was willing to offer his only son
his hope for the future, his heritage, his legacy now under the gun
about to slay his only son until the Angel of God appeared
and told him, "don't touch that child", for we know of God you now fear
he was willing to make the sacrifice and give all that from him God desired
no matter how hard, no matter how difficult to follow the instructions God inspired
hand God your hands and let Him have control
adhere to God's plans and surrender to Him your soul
trusting in what He instructs you to do
believing His blessings will then rain down on you

God has much in store for us when we follow His instructions
and will supply all our needs with His providential productions
His word is the pathway to promise and the roadway to righteousness
His love is the gateway to glory and the highway to holiness
so don't offer God anything that costs you nothing in life
for He made the greatest offer to you with the crucifixion of His son Jesus Christ


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Rainbow Son the promise keeper

A promised son to Eve to crush the enemy it was not Cain, Abel nor Seth another seed given 
in the image likeness of Adam the Last though it was not Noah's his name means rest nor his 
son's shem Ham or Jepeth A promised Son is given beyond the flood he will not destroy the 
earth the same Abram also called out his name abraham even though a promise and a son 
all nations blessed Isaac laid for sacrifice God provided an another Lamb it was not Isaac's 
Israel nor his first born while in Egypt all sons bow to Joseph it looked as if he died and was 
torn away but it was to be for another Son born in his day through Jesse root came seven 
and David reigned over promised land it was not he the Son to come was from heaven a 
Son given his name wonderful counselor mighty God the Everlasting Father prince of peace 
surely you know his name though Solomon built wisest of men in the Kingdom like a child 
there is one wiser in Israel Remember your King the Faithful God born among us the 
suffering servant born to save his people from their sins the Lamb of God first and last your 
Son first begotten of many brethren blessed be He that cometh in the name of the Lord Our 
King Jesus is one Lord are God he is King Lord of lords and King of kings Our All in all the 
Amen


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The day America woke up

Lives were lost,
Tears were shed.

Wives and husbands
Now lay alone in their beds.

Parents lost children,
And children lost parents.

It was a day that we all will remember.

They tried to fight
They tried to save,
Tried to outrun the burning buildings
That were fallen that day.

THe airplanes flew,
But no one knew
Except the ones in the plane.

Smashing into the buildings...
Where the people watched.

And America finally woke up.

All the fighting,
All the suffering...
Searching for those in the dust.

From watching the buildings fall
To people running for their lives.

Never will we forget the day
We were under attack-
Never will we forget those who lost their lives.
To the ones who didn't have a care in the world.

September 11th 2001,
In our hearts it has become.


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One Day In April

I remember after three weeks of fasting
and praying with heart and soul,
pleading to The Lord that He help me,
that He hasten to me and console.

Then one day in April,
as I stood by a mighty river:
I looked and suddenly there before me,
appeared a vision that caused me to shiver.

The vision was about to speak to me.
I grew pale and weak with fright;
then fell to the ground face downward
unable to bear the sight.

His eyes were like pools of fire,
with feet and arms of polished brass;
and like the sound of a mass of people
His voice roared strong and vast.

He placed his hands upon me.
I was lifted up from the ground;
and as my knees were trembling,
the voice began to resound:

"Oh dear Daniel, beloved of God,
listen to what I have to say:  Do not  fear!
For I have been sent here
to answer your prayer this day."

"Soon a mighty battle will come to pass
evil powers will fight against The Lord;
but God's faithful will hold firm until the end...
then the righteous shall receive their reward at last."


By Milton Lopez Delgado
Adaptation from The Book of 
Daniel Chapter 10
The Living Bible
September 16, 1984


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Under the Black Flag

Unleashed upon the enemy
We tear through their lines
Showing no mercy
In the midst of battle

Feeding the Flesh Grinder
Severed off limbs
We resupply our food stocks
The more we kill
The more we eat
Human flesh
Sustenance of our society

Blood washed fields
Littered with skulls of the dead
Decapitation before evisceration
Labotamized
Their brains pulls out
The skulls are left out to rot

Blood sprays upwards
from the roof of the Flesh Grinder
It rains down on to the warzone
Exciting the warriors even more
Roars of rage and hatred
Can be heard clearly for miles and miles
They feed off the terror their enemies feel
Leaving not a single soul alive to stand against them


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By Odin Sent

Called to arms
By the Spear God
Our Allfather Odin
He bids us welcome
Telling of the lies
being spread in the lands
That some would betray his watchful eyes

By Odin sent
We are here to kill
To take the lives of those
Their deaths
Each of them chose
The day they defied Odin
Their fates were woven

The village lays
Before our eyes
Peaceful, quaint and quiet
They all turn and look with horror
As we charge, weapons held high
Our screams echoing through air
Their minds consumed by despair
They flee in fear

Smashing down their gate
We have crushed their defenses
Pouring into the village
We begin the bloodshed
Taking each life we find
Sending every last one to Hel

There are those who choose to stand
They die with honour and sword in hand
A death far too fitting for such people
Setting their homes ablaze
We roar our cries of victory
Odin's name we praise

One-eyed God
Watches over the worlds
There's no place to hide
By Odin sent
We are here to kill


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' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


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LOVE CONQUERS ALL

Ruth,a lovely lady of Moab,
Nearly always picked up the tab;
Gav her mother-in-law a helping hand,
Emigrating back to her distant homeland;
Naomi quickly returned the compliment,
Matchmaking bing her special bent;
The romance of Boaz and Ruth,
Crossing wealth & caste,showed such love can last;
As grandson Jesse put forth his root,
From which sprang forth the eternal Truth.





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Darkness

Power is a struggle
Only the strongest can achieve
They are the true people
Those that strive and pursue power
They will conquer the universe

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
The world is in constant change
Emotions follow suit

Through passion, I gain strength
Use emotion to power action

Through strength, I gain power
Strength is dominance and leads to greatness

Through power, I gain victory
In greatness you achieved, all desired

Through victory my chains are broken
All is crushed beneath you

There must only be two
Never more
One to desir the unholy strength
The other to instruct how to gain such power
Betrayal must be seeded inside the minds of the weak
and the light must be snuffed out

Proclaim your power, let none stand in your way
The universe can be yours, you only need to free your passion


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God Devourer

To'aak crushed the skull of his sworn enemy, Mor Kaot, under his mighty iron boot. Taking
the Vaul Ash for his own, he raised the prize high, roaring his challenge to the skies.

Gods so high
You will be joining this weakling
For I am coming for you all

My rage burns
your shrines everyday
You can no longer hold me back
I am the Syka
Born to purge
Destined for glory
Send forth your legions so I may have sustenance for my journey to you

As was scribed To'aak was meant for glory
His campaign, it is fueled by fury
The Vaul Ash was his, the holy medicine of the Gods
No more shall they be blessed by immortality

He would claim their skulls
and devour their hearts
He was born into death and hate
None will be able to stop him on his conquest
It only ends when the Gods are dead


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DESTINY

Long before a sheath is woven, before the cocoon is made, 
Before a caterpillar seals it’s womb, before the eggs are laid,
Before air becomes the breath of life of everything that breathes,
Before a hawk takes to flight, before fish swim in the sea,

Before the cattle graze the range, and the beast roam through the fields,
And the creeping thing also crawls the earth, before the mountains and the hills,
Before the valley becomes a  dale, before a tree is grown,
Before a pod becomes a plant, before the garden is sown,  

Before the earth takes shape and form, before stars light up the sky,
Before the likeness of God was made, there was no you nor I,
Before the ashes and the dirt, and the mold of man was clay,
Before the dark and morning, there was no night or day,

Before the Heavens were set aside from Eden to the east,
Before God cursed his creation, into the belly of the beast,
Before the tree of knowledge was touched, before the tree of life,
Before Adam was tempted by his mate, before Eve was given to wife,

Before the earth was flooded, before Noah and his Ark,
Before Moses rose his staff on high and the Red Sea, God, did part,
Before the coat of colors was placed on Jacob’s son,
Before the king of Egypt, Joseph was the one,

Before the ten commandments were written in the stone,
Before the voice of God was heard, before Christ stood all alone,
Before the Son of God was born, before Mary became God’s wife,
On the cross, Christ surrendered to man, The Ultimate Sacrifice.


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Goddess of Nekras

Decay
Undead flesh
Infested with larvae and worms
Glory to the living dead

Mari'jas the queen of the Nekras
Born from the Earth
She was conceived in death
The mistress of burial rites
She holds power over all the dead

Leading all into her darkened embrace
She waits for each and all to die
Accompanying you to your demise
Fresh flesh she must always consume

Thrust into the feeding pit
Her zombie hordes digest the death
Stranded in this region of famine
You will feel not but excruiating pain
This domain is plagued
Decaying fields filled with masses of undead

Consume the life of those once breathing
Suck their blood till you thirst no more
Deteriorating skin
shows bone beneath dead muscle
She has defied ultimate death
and she is giving you the chance to be free


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Into the Deep

Perspective's changing
Paradise waits for all
You needn't fear a thing
As death begins to call

Slowly you fall into the depths of peace
Surrounded by the sun
Its shining so bright
Burning your soul into new life
Overwhelming
The joy washes over you
You've realized
What you've always known

The world shines beneath your feet
The entire universe sits inside your hand
Knowing grants power
You can obtain it all
Change the world
to grant you happiness
See that joy is not hopeless

You are
You know that for sure
The one thing existing
Its all your choosing
The times you were winning
The times you were loosing

Time itself
Dies as you find yourself
Lost with a sure sense of where you're going
In a maze always growing
The constant learning
making it all so simple

Slowly you fall deeper into the depths of peace
Enveloped by the sun
Enlightened by its brilliant rays
Igniting the immortal fire within' your heart
Overpowered
Strength flows through your veins
You know
What you've always known
You know
You've always been


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' By All That Is Holy ... ' (Medieval # 1)

By All That Is Holy… The Knight Rode Away
Yonder o’er the Borders and Hills
Away to a Kingdom… to be His One Day…
Bound by Pledge and Royal Seal…

… for Valor and Honor and a Deed Well-Done
He wast’ given the Titles Thereof…
Glory and Power of A Champion
Of The High-King, He Loyally Loves…

By All That Is Holy… We Speak of His Fame
By All That Is Holy… Comes Thru His Name
That Strong, Gentle Knight of Light and Love
By All That Is Holy… Be Blessed Above

By All ‘Tis Holy  -  Pure, Virtuous
He Vanquished all His King’s Foes
In Obedience and Boldness… So Beauteous
That Forevermore… Everyone Knows!...

By All That is Holy… He is Now, Lord of Lords
GOD’s Will, ‘tis His Shield… Justice ‘tis His Sword
Prince of Peace, Paid a Ransom… we could nay Afford
… an Eternal Crown… ‘Tis His Priceless Reward

By All That Is Holy… The Hero Rose Away
By All That Is Holy… He Will Return One Day
We wilt’ Herald and Cheer, as Sir Mercy passes through
By All That Is Holy… He can Save You Too!


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It's a Boy!

The first time I saw your face I frowned
I wasn't upset with you but with the woman
that handed you to me and all the memorys
it triggered
As I looked at those tiny hands and feet
I had a moment of hope and pride before it was 
distracted away medically and smashed
the reality of life hit me like a jolt of electric
corseing through my body
oh what tomorrow may bring my son
I'm sorry!I'm sorry for the world you are in


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I. Father Byrd

Centuries ago
Father Byrd crossed those worn and weathered mounts
into the wild untamed unclaimed Mississippi River valley, settled down
and farmed land in a place that came to be called West Tennessee
sent grandsons off to Franklin to die for the Confederacy, sat and wept
and said not a word until he died of a broken heart, let his sons and 
their grandsons and their sons and their sons farm his acres 
‘til TVA took half of it, and the mechanized farmers across the Mississippi made 
the rest useless, and the next generation went off to college and got Yankee 
jobs, and 
his last son sat dying of Alzheimer’s in a Lay-Z-Boy in front of a TV screen, and 
his brother drove the last stake of barbed wire fencing into the ground,
rolled over and died of a heart attack in the timeless pasture.
He was eighty-six. I’m seventeen and here I sit
using my hands not for plowing, not for splitting logs,
not for shooting deer, not for fencing,
but for writing the history of those who came before
and made this life possible.


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Edge

Saw the world in mommy's eyes
Through the blood and tears she cries
Now I have to sell my soul 
To the fingers around her throat

(When no one's around)

The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
Do you wanna be alone?

Point and laugh till you're pushed in
Sins of the father are stories for children
But if you want to live at all
Innocence will take the fall

Daddy was a lesson learned
Rather go away and spread his word
To anyone willing to hear
Ones who love have too much fear

(When no one's around)

The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
Do you wanna be alone?

Point and laugh till you're pushed in
Sins of the father are stories for children
But if you want to live at all
Innocence will take the fall


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This I Know for Sure

many people read the Bible and doubt the very story
that a virgin girl gave birth to a child who became God's glory
why is it so very hard for people to just believe?
that God can do anything that we humans can perceive

it's not a question of man's logic nor a question of man's reason
to believe that God appeared in the flesh on earth for one brief season
the one thing that man must understand about the spiritual world
it's that it does not always conform to whatever man has seen or heard
the spiritual realm deals with matters on an unseen astral plane
it's not just black and white but shades of gray that can't always be explained

miracles themselves are acts and deeds of a Godly manifestations
improbable and extraordinary occurrences that defy mere explanation
it's unlikely that many non-believers will or even can comprehend
that a girl from that time could become pregnant without intercourse coming in
we're in the age of technology, logic, sound reason and thoughts
but the spiritual realm does not apply to the principles mankind has been taught

Mary was touched by the Hand of God and then she did conceive
it was the desire of our Lord God, HIs Holy seed she would receive
a virgin, a young teenage girl untouched by any man
specifically chosen to be an integral part of God's master plan

it's not so hard for anyone who believes in the Lord Jesus Christ
to know the He was God in the flesh, the Word and the light
He was a gift, a present Himself from Father God above
He came to show us mercy and grace and God's unconditional love
the Son of Man, the Prince of Peace, Emmanuel is His name
Our Deliverer, Our Salvation Who died for our sins and our shame
He came to show us how to live and love the right way
God's initial concept  from which mankind had strayed
born to Mary,a young virgin girl and her carpenter husband-to-be
Joseph, a descendant form the line of King David, thus fulfilling the prophecy

from Gensis to Revelations for over a thousand year time span
Prophets, Judges, Kings and disciples revealed parts of God life-living plans
how is it possible that so many different people from all walks of life
and for so many years
could tell a continuous and complete narrative, 
if the presence of God was not here?
it's not about logic nor sound reason it's about so much more
that Jesus Christ was God's begotten son and 
this I know for sure








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Battle Field

A heart is like a battle field with 
the blood pumping into its viens.
Its just like being on that battle 
field with mud and rain.
All those men died and suffered,
they still didnt gain any comfort.
The heart from a dead soliders mother,
Her pain cant go no further.
Its just like the black panthers,
so quick to say "Black power"my borther.
A heart is like a battle field
Broken, scarned, torn, hurt, 
but at the end.
Mind, loved, sheltered, victory.
The battle of the heart is now over.


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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 



… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies
Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast’ Besotted with the Cobbler’s Daughter’s Beauty
All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well,  Twere’ None, More Wretched, than He !

So, She didst’ Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity
She didst’ Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily
Forasmuch, and twas’ this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries
In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy
 - - - - - - -
Now, Twas’ but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily
To Part with Her Swain, til’ Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity
To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould  Prepare Hastily
And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ‘ I  twould’ Look, My Best for Thee!’

And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily …

‘ …  Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony
To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies
A Bed Lover’s Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny
And let Moon-Glow, from Yon’ Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ‘

… and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety …

… Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary !

                                  ( Part 3 (of) 4 )


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making it great in 2008 (part 9): roll away the stone

to make 2008 great you need to roll away that stone 
that rock that has closed you off and left you feeling all alone
Jesus had been crucified and then placed in a tomb
and on the third day His mother and some friends went to His interment room
upon their arrival they saw that the tomb was laid open and bare
an angel then informed them that the body was no longer there

Jesus stayed in trouble because of the way He lived His life
not concerned about political correctness only the oppressed struggle and strife
He was always in the company of your garden variety sinners
not so much about religion but making disciples and spiritual winners
He inspired many to embrace the Lord God's gospel
He performed many miracles and did the seemingly impossible
always willing to speak the truth and not fall into the "quiet conspiracy"
to buck the status quo, take the risk and claim the victory
and despite being betrayed by His own and then buried in a tomb
willing to turn the other cheek and in His heart for his enemies make room
and at His last supper to His disciples He intoned
upon My death the Holy Spirit will roll away all your stones

to make 2008 great you need to roll away the stones
to challenge life and come out of your comfort zone
many prophets of God came to show people the way
but were scorned, persecuted and then driven away
bold and passionate a mission they came to fulfill
to move us out of complacency and from waters that are still
to push up against the stones that are standing in our path
to roll away the stones of life to see the truth at last
stones of depression, drug abuse, disenfranchisement and despair
economic disadvantage, mental disabilities and stones of fear
despondency, destruction, disassociation, disillusion and dishonesty
the many stones hindering us from claiming the victory

to make 2008 great let God help you roll away the stones
that are standing between you and His righteous throne
and despite the opposition, the set backs, set ups and set downs 
let God help roll away the stones and place you on higher ground
be of good courage, take the chance and challenge the status quo
let the adversaries know that they no longer run this show
God moved that stone so that His Son Jesus could arise
and it was only by the grace of God that His Son could claim the prize
to make 2008 let God roll away the stones
for your destiny is in His hands and you're not in this alone


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Courage

Yes indeed, the time draws near
when we must volunteer
to risk our lives, face our fears
And use and create
what was given us through the years
That rebellious spirit
our enemies fear
The intestinal fortitude
to stay on the horse when it rears
The bravery to land on the sands
of far away lands
And receive the orders
to go forward with gun in hands
At this time
something inside you
whispers, i am a man
speaks, I am a man.
shouts, I AM A MAN!
I am a man


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take Jesus at His word

people will often say one thing and then do another
they will tell falsehoods and untruths to each other
but no matter what was said or what you might have heard
the Lord Jesus Christ always keeps His word

take Jesus at His word, for it's always true
He will never lie nor try to mislead you
call on Him at any time, any day or any hour
He will see to your needs with His omnipotent power
if you trust in Him, believe in Him you will then receive
an anointing or a blessing in your time of need

take Him at His word, on it you can rely
be like that official whose son was about to die
the official went before Jesus and asked Him for a favor
Jesus told him that his son shall live because of his behavior
because My purpose for being here you have perceived
the mercy and grace of My Father you will then receive

let the Lord Jesus Christ help you through your times of stress
and if you only posses a mustard seed of faith to you He will bless
don't look for anything spectacular when from God you seek a sign
it's not a Broadway production,so keep that thought in mind

take Jesus at His word, on it you can depend
the New Testament is a testament written all about Him
it's the instructions that we need in order to live life right
it's the anointed word of God from the Kingdom of Light
and when ever God speaks, consider it done
for only His word will determine the final outcome

take Jesus at His word, it has resurrection power
it took away the raging fever from that boy at the seventh hour
take Jesus at His word and let it be your guiding force
for the anointed word of God is the ultimate power source