"Haiku of enlightenment"
a perceptive, world of green
mocking the land
summoned bird calls
tantra and morality
zestful garden----------------- in waiting
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
Down on my knees I get down to pray
My heart is full of pain
For this nation where I live
Is no longer now the same.
Babies are being murdered
Before they are even born
This evil in this nation
Has now become the norm.
Churches no longer fear the Lord
The truth they do not tell
Preachers spewing out their lies
Sending many souls to hell.
Christian prayer is removed from the schools
What future has our children today
Being dumbed down with common core
We must begin to pray.
Why is man in this nation
Removing our God given rights
Attacking all Christian principles
For these today we must fight.
Our freedoms we must never surrender
Even though we may be a few
With Jesus the God of this nation
There's nothing the devil can do.
Copyright © LEON WILSON | Year Posted 2016
Put On The Full Armor of God
“12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God." Eph 6:12-17 NIV
Put On The Full Armor of God,
So you can stand against the Devil’s schemes.
Our struggle’s not against flesh and blood,
That on the surface seems.
It’s against the powers of darkness
And the Spiritual forces of evil,
So Put On The Full Armor of God
To protect you from the Devil.
Buckle the belt of truth
Right around your waist.
Guard yourself with the breastplate of righteousness,
By your heavenly Father placed.
Adopt the gospel of peace and love,
And take up faith’s shield,
So you can extinguish the evil one’s arrows—
Never more to yield.
Put on the helmet of salvation,
And place your sword by your side.
The sword of the Spirit is God’s word,
That provides you power inside.
Pray in the Spirit continually—
Your armor to protect.
Be alert and pray for all the saints,
That they may be circumspect.
The Full Armor of God is essential
To protect you from the unseen foe.
Make sure you wear it continually,
Whatever you do or wherever you go.
You are the Lord’s ambassador,
So be fearless in your armor.
Allow the Lord to fight your battles,
And He will show you favor.
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012
I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know
Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know
Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that
You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know
You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand
You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel
How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door
You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013
My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played,
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A lonely path,
I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,
So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth,
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.
Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.
I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.
The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.
The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.
So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.
That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.
The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.
more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013
His palm soothes the ridges
Furrowed in her starlight skin
Her masseur, he replenishes
Each and every aching extremity
The chiming bells of his strokes
Ring again and again
Summoning her to his lair
Collaged in deep affinity
Her rock solid attraction
Draws her savory soul
Into a lustrous world
She's never seen nor known
A vibrant virgin caressed
Then clasped by her first
Drowns her soul in his lake
To diffuse her thirst
Heaven's hallowed sheet
At last drops her drapes
Unveiling her cast concealed
Behind the stage
Lines from her script
Long lavished in capes
Sifts and locks his eyes
Embellished by each page
Chastity's cloud exiles
Then expurgates her existence
Extracted by he who
Extricated her innocence
Alive and awake, she shows
Herself just the same
Fluorescent radiant flower
Who bears a different name
Restlessly she reclines
Atop her apple green ground
While her heart percussions
Her wedded lover's sound
Each tantalizing twine
Designs his touch so sweet
Tightly tying the tongue
Of the tasting rose
Flooded in fervent favor
From Gehenna's heat
Deteriorating the stem
Decimating her pose
Copyright © Leonard Gage | Year Posted 2013
My work is over time to head on home
Made lots of money trading stocks on-line
I told my secretary she could leave
Askance my traders quid pro quo was fine
I entered elevator floor nine-teen
Pushed ground floor button number one then saw
Another door to lift laid opposite
Impossible, turned ready to withdraw
The Devil's Minion
Unable to escape the way I came
The capsule doors on other side agaze
Was drawn out by a large, dark silhouette
Inside a narthex three closed doors ablaze
I listened to malefic force within
Effulgent scuttles have distracted me
With ears submitting to an evil force
On knees established I forlornly see
The devil's minion utters chilling words
“You worldly man you face deserving death”
“You will be given one last stabbing choice”
“You get to choose a door with your last breath”
If there's a god I pray you save my soul
The dark and eldritch spirit yield a laugh
He said “each door is named must pick one now”
“Not fair” I said, he showed me golden calf
Door number one depicted the word ME
Door number two was written the word YOU
Door number three aglow with the word HIM
“What in the hell am I supposed to do ?
I looked at evil spirit's saber drawn
With my last breath I ran to a new dawn
Copyright © Thomas Carney | Year Posted 2014
If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.
The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.
The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, porn and other immorality.
Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.
HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.
Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
>>1111>>EVIL vs CONSCIOUSNESS<<1111<<
I’m not to blame that my aim’s to hide the TRUTH
I’ll emulate Consciousness tricking the deceived into their Nooses,
I’m what you call evil, our spirits are not the same,
The fact you haven’t claimed the masses is really a shame,
I’m the characteristics they love, your stuff is boring,
I am crafty and like to party, you’re hearty and not fly,
I’m a Sheppard in disguise, I can lie, and you choose to lose,
My name is Lucifer, First in command, in control, and after your soul.
Who are you to step to me? Can’t you see?
You’re shameless, useless, with a cognition deficiency,
You got no wisdom because you’re focused on nothing,
Not even one thing, no productive activity,
I’ve heard what you say, it’s not worthy of worship,
You’re sloppy, you will never stop me, you’re a waste of space,
That deceitful, awful demeanor you call your voice,
I will shut it down, you don’t have a choice!
Ring the Alarm, you should know, on a chart it would show I’m winning,
Sinning people is what keeps this world spinning,
You could’ve removed me right from the start,
But no, A Divine plan is what was planned from your heart,
You were stupid and claim to lose when it comes down to it,
Had the chance to kill me, but because of your ways you blew it,
As for your powers, you forget how to use them,
You built a whole universe but no one knows your anthem,
You call it sin, and so do I, so let’s sum this up,
Come, drink, from my sacred cup?
I speak to other gods and it always impresses,
You’re just a weak Hebrew god, come on you need to confess this!
That’s right, CONSCIOUSNESS is my name, and I’m the best at this game
Which means you’re under my control because you left your claim,
You deceived man to eat the apple so this is ya karma,
And now you need a savior to save ya
I’m Love, Strength, Wisdom and transcendent
You’re the evilest role model while I am wisdom sent,
You’re the underdog demigod, yes, forgotten and gone,
I’m the best, don’t detest, I’ll literally destroy you,
So step aside and fly away, go find a place to dwell,
You’re gone forever now, yes I’m Universal Consciousness right now!
date written: 21.11.2015
NOTE: I have changed righteousness to CONSCIOUSNESS for valid reasons :) 24.11.2015
Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015
The innocence is transfusing
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015
This expanse of land has seen things.
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.
This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand.
It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon.
This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.
Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013
Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.
Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013
It is not God's will
When disaster befalls the innocent, it is not God's will
Hope that the evil one will not repent, it is not God's will
When a tornado strikes and destroys everything in it's path
Some believe that the wind was heaven sent, it is not God's will
When the greedy kill and destroy part of God's own handiwork
Blameless hands to God they cannot present, it is not God's will
When self righteous ones point the finger and judge others as bad
How can they explain it at Christ's judgement, it is not God's will
When a drunk driver decides to take the wheel and takes a life
That decision he will surely lament, it is not God's will
When people blame God for all the evil that happens today
Taught by those in glorious white vestments, it is not God's will
15 syllables per line
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Political Correctness Brings Weakness!
In our country’s pursuit of “political correctness…”
We’re not in a position of strength… But weakness!
It’s like you can’t hardly say anything anymore…
And you find yourself outside the courtroom’s door!
We may think we’re strong… But we’re weakened!
You may ask; “how could all of this happen???”
We’ve attempted to replace God with a “new morality.”
This has brought a new generation of “moral depravity.”
We bend our laws to what is called; “constitutional.”
And forget about what is truth! And what is biblical!
Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned.
As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed!
A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place!
Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace!
God’s truth is often “thrown out,” and avoided!
While a “new kind of living” has often been decided!
We need YOU Jesus! Now! More than ever before!
Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore!
Jesus is the answer to our problems! He is the solution!
His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution!
Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power!
Please heal this nation! We need YOU this hour!
By Jim Pemberton 09/30/13
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
What's it sell.
Cheap answers, to deep questions
Hope for heaven, and fear of hell
Have morality forced, the mythology?
Divorced! Mob mentality, illegally coursed
Intoxicated fatality, humility, or worse.
An excuse, an explanation, recited, rehearsed.
All it takes is the right pathology
To corrupt the innocent ,
and deflower them first.
The old spider fly Analogy
Meets the old family curse.
~JRT July 9th, 2009
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Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
As sin and perversion often
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
Love, honor, and respect of God…
Is often a “thing of the past.”
Anything of God seems to be
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
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
When night face appears:
Hades erupts with the
hammer of death,stiring
Lemures dashing forth
and back preying on
odor pervading the
Resistance is like chasing
Shackles of bondage
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains
harmonize with howls of
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread
like cancer: a norm of the
Mountains of carcasses
caressing the sky.
The world becomes
scene of blood bath,
screams perforating the
Long ago,a human
phoenix lived and died-lo
(Carpe diem)! He offers
hands of goodwill with
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Escape the Matrix
Escape from madness (Lesson23)
Attack on freedom
Attack on war
Attack on cancer
Attack all we deplore
Attack the attacker
As long as you don't see
The attacker is hiding
Camouflaged in you and me
Leads to effects we see
God will heal our guilt
God will heal our pain
Forgive us all
We are just insane
19 August 2014
Copyright © Diana Dalton | Year Posted 2014
A Very Inviting Temptation!
I remember of a particular situation.
I was offered a very "inviting" temptation.
The situation I was in... I didn't belong!
And lost any sense of "right and wrong."
At first... I felt no guilt or shame.
And brought embarrassment
to my family's name.
I tried to explain this to my wife and kids.
I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!"
The Godly principles were "tossed to the side,"
As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride.
Soon, all in my life that truly mattered...
Was gone! My life was empty and shattered!
I was sorry for all of the problems I caused!
This time... I took a moment to pause.
I cried to God to rescue me from my sin.
I confessed! Would God help me once again?
I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love!
This time the help I needed had to come from above!
I asked him for a fresh and brand new start.
He removed the stain from a broken heart.
He restored to me the joy I once had.
I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad!
Jesus is the reason I'm here today!
I LOVE HIM more than words can say!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © 2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013
There is somewhere out there in ethereal space
not of this Earth or any known place.
I fear that humanity won’t understand,
we are not on our own in a singular land.
Galaxies and planets are things of the mind,
we set the boundaries made for mankind.
There are more kinds of beings than ever we see
and they are all living for eternity.
Beyond all the barriers of our physical lobbies
some creatures ‘may not’ incarnate into bodies.
I’ve travelled with them both in goodwill and fear,
have not any doubt they are really quite near.
But where is this ‘near’, it exists in ‘our’ space,
you’ll travel by spirit to enter this place.
It will not be found by using six senses
but flying away from our world’s pretences.
Demons and Devils and Angels and Gods
all reside in this place where you’ve never trod.
I know for I’ve been there, I’ve walked on this track,
go look, but make certain you mark the way back.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
Taoist Elders have spoken--
and who could natural spirits be
to rewrite cooperative history--
nature, and therefore spirit, does not favor kindness.
more recently issue citations
to this Problem of Evil
incommensurabe with Father's Loving Powers.
these evils and unkindnesses,
untimely deaths and dark angry dissonance
recycling fear as fear itself.
Hunting hurricanes and stalking tsunamis
or a smaller issue of,
"I did not see that big red truck coming"
because I was investing elsewhere,
in more internal rumblings.
Yet if evolution has no regenerative morality,
no eco-normic of sustaining health,
then what do we call devolution?
If contentiousness has no real-time content,
then what is this currency called contentment?
If living healthy wealth has no loving synergetic bias,
then what is pathology,
and unkind lack of mindfulness,
If Ego's anthro-centric view of nature's kindness,
then NatureGod's normative and moral ecological regenerative view
of monoculturally competitive human-disnatured absence,
or merely ruminating sad lack of polyculturally balancing kindness,
within as without as within...as below as above...as before as after...
Repeat, reiterate, reconnect, remember, religion as necessary.
Taoism evolves primally co-arising NatureYang as SpiritYin,
both-and, never perfectly either-or, always both kind and unkind potentiating,
If kindness is YangPositive
then absence of kindness, unkindness,
is notnot kindness YinYet echo-balancing YinStill,
transparently bilateral nature as spirit of nature's dynamic spirit,
never one without the other, nondual co-arising,
bilateral appositionals co-gravitating EcoPresent Contenting Now.
Absence of loving kindness
emerges dualdark anger-fear EgoNature/EcoSpirit
If good karma is kinder than unkind
then isn't bad karma unkinder than kind
mutual regard of your left with right mindbody?
We speak of natural ecosystems in physical space
as our Elder right mindbody sees spiritual metasystemic relationships
transactions of co-empathic communication
both healthy-kind and pathology-unkind,
nondually, yet incarnationally, emerging now,
kind nature's default
for notnot GreatSpirit's kind resonantly echoing absence
of FullGraced Karma.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
They played reverse psychology with his mind
He felt so stupid
Like everything he had ever believed was a lie
The auras are bad, we continued to say
They are not good
Test the spirits…test the spirits
He went haywire
He pushed away
How could we blame him?
His body was not his own
Come to grips, we told him
The doctors don’t understand
But still we must not jump to conclusions
You are strong; you have God
The upper hand
If I lift this bed will you think otherwise?
Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you
You are nobody compared to him in my eyes
Your wonders are for wonderment alone
You wander and then you stay
You prey prey prey
Those that prey desire nourishment
Those who prey lack strength
And to grab onto the youngest
Mistaking him for stupid and weak
That is below everything unworthy
That is just pathetic
Whatever you are
You are not him
And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement
You hurt my closest friend
And it is on
You will be the reason
The fire of my claws flare
You will be the very thing I will devour
It preyed on his innocence
It made itself his friend
Acting the hero
Burning him to nothing in the end
Come to grips, we said
No more writing
No more imagination
The auras are not good
He is not good!
Laura is not good!
Life life life is not good!
You prey on a sick, young boy
You are messing with a demon like me!
I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to!
Believe me I will hide more under the timbers
And I will crawl out
Spewing perversity and hate
And drag you in with me
True colors will surround you
I realize you have the power
To kill my loved one
I stake alone
I hand the burning torch to you
And with fire surrounding me
I spit and hiss
Take me instead
I know you want all
And all live in me
You cannot turn down my offer
And I will destroy me
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust?
As our courts remove God from this great nation.
We are left with a confused and lost generation!
As God is taken away from our public schools.
A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.”
The Bible is often mocked and discarded.
It was on it’s principles this country was started!
Just about anything of God seems to get scorned.
So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms.
As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out.
We tend to forget what HE is all about!
Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused.
No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused!
As people forget God and worship the fallen creature.
They look to themselves and “glorify” their features.
Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions.
And with this, come disease,
heartache and afflictions!
As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.”
It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking!
If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer!
He loves all of us! And he really does care!
Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in?
Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend?
He brings strength and nourishment to the soul!
It’s only in him that we can be made whole!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
by digital light
they hovered and poured pure hate
down over my bed
hung the advisors
selling sammy’s letter to
a christian nation
of gods and portals
opened when I closed the book
and peeked into worlds
a hair’s width away
from my face they pressed hard for
doubt stabbed my recall
of passages and preachers
in this kind of fight
would they not give chase
fear stumbles a femur snaps
to put me back down
reduced my weapons
to decorative clutter
in that old farmhouse
The Holy Ghost spoke
told me not to engage them
extended his hands
slowly closed my eyes
blurred vision of Christ who stood
by his Father’s throne
and before any
of minute’s measures of time
three demons were gone
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Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2016
We each must learn to serve one another
Out of thoughtful concern to admonish another
The world will seek to steal your dreams
In sought adventure one must by ready for evil schemes
The lion can rush through an opening a jar
Eternity is spent in worship paid for;
Thrive under evil and work ease out of pain,
Hard liberty before to ease yoke strain...
Take up your cross & proceed ahead
Beneathe shattered glass to inflate the ego tread;
A pull at the heart will light a spark
Pleased highly those eternal states of joy,
The forces of darkness against the light
To bite a nail against due to spite;
Nor mere ire sore vex display fret;
As when from dusty clouds of ill repute
Through stone fetters languished on its plight!
Take up the whole armor of Christ!
Forget the night despising its inner shame;
The bondage formed felt decay...
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan
to its teeth of bone
eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty
- what do you want this late at night? surely
to seek help from the moon
baskets : baskets
a frozen kris at the tip of my shoulders
suck the remaining portals of shame
at the split of banana leaves I look at her
purple sweat. her white kebaya sodden
pura gede pancering jagat temple as foreground
my name once again
my name once again
- that pot of authentic China rolls like a cart
speeding out of my body
like the shameless envious souls of jealous skeletons:
“look ma, my soul reawakens, I am no longer dead”
one o’clock that night the island of Trunyan
rolled its tongue in laughter
its tickled eyes stripping all bare
its hoarse voice splitting the eerie road
I want to go home soon – my boat is moored by the lakeside!
Kris – a dagger with jagged edges.
Kebaya – traditional shirt that ladies wear in Indonesia, typically made of see-through cloth or brocade.
Copyright © Violetta Simatupang | Year Posted 2014
there is a war within the mind that we do not understand
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man
the human being is more then physical flesh and bone
because the body of the spirit is not it's eternal home
the being of a human is mind, body and soul
but the collective conscience connects each being as a whole
we exude the energies within us that manipulate each thought
as we accept the patterns of what the mind was taught
but if there is a balance within God's creation
how does one confirm thats its not manipulation?
for the forces that may be tend to be hidden from the eye
as the mind compensates the truth for what we call a lie
if there is evil in the world how do we know it exists?
is it only in the mind for the mind to resist?
or does this evil affect our spiritual and physical beings?
or do we intentionally forget until we believe what we are seeing?
knowledge may be creation but wisdom is the knowing
creating a hand grenade is not the same as throwing
there is a balance in life that many physically understand
but to comprehend the spiritual balance one must reach into the heart of man
Jesus spoke of love to help tip back the scale
but many denied the word believing the truth to be a tale
if this world was built on deception, secrecy and lies
how do we repent the world if we do not open our eyes?
how can man forgive the world for the laws it has transgressed?
unless man is faithfully willing to put his spirit to the test
to know thyself is a gift from every collective mind
as reality begins to drift into the vastness of father time
the epox of self-awareness is the beginning of a spiritual endeavor
as the journey of mortal legs walk into the land of forever
the path that was laid before the man who can see but lives without sight
was created to test his faith not his strength nor his might
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
I wish that I could never see
the place where no one's soul is free,
where minds are lost to endless pain
from earthly lives that had no gain.
I've touched this place and feel I know
the depths that lurk for us below,
where all is lost in darkest night
with spirits drowned in mindless plight.
My wish though it can never be
for this is not my destiny,
with others I descend to hell
to help lost souls to break their spell.
So I will wish for better times
for those poor souls who've lost their minds
and wish that thoughts from you and me
again will help the blind to see.
For thought is soul and soul is mind
so spare a thought for all you find.
The power of good is in your hand,
your prayers are 'wishes' in this land.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2016