pupils spread wings,
doves float above the Holy Ghost
that illuminates in the sands, the footprints
of whores, lepers, and the downtrodden.
I turned dials, flipped switches of source codes—
bent time and space
to come face to face
with Jesus in Nepal.
Yeah, Jesus and I dropped mushrooms;
he joined me for the ride.
We jumped through the eyes
of the People-In-The-Sky,
and Jesus was brought back to the future
in a DeLorean of Divine Spores.
The Anointed One,
the Mushroom King of Kings,
was not at all impressed with 2016:
"Good Lord! People created a religion in my name!?
Temples, rituals and books, all created in my name!?
What a disaster! This is exactly what I am attempting
to move away from.
Those are not my words in that line! Why, I never said
such a thing! How did this happen!?
Father, Oh Father Manitou, why have you forsaken me?
The golden calves still dangle from the Vision Tree."
thunder thrummed like the war drums of Cain;
and as lightning arced,
Jesus spilled forth an acidic rain.
His eyes seethed with fury;
an aura of white light shone from him;
it washed over me in waves of euphoria,
igniting an idea in my mind:
Jesus could use the mushroom flux capacitor
to journey back into the past
and rewrite a twist into the plot.
The vampires and zombies
shun me as an unbeliever—a blasphemer—
while they drink the blood and eat the flesh.
I have shed the scales of the living dead,
dropping mushrooms with Jesus.
The cloned church of abomination
dashes apart on the unforgiving surfaces
of plastic and concrete,
of geo-politics, cruise missiles, Prada, and Polo,
while doves and the Holy Ghost
illuminate in the sands, the footprints
of the living word.
2016 Polygon Psilocybin Remix
June 6th/7th, 2016
(originally written, May 16th, 2012)
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2016
On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun
On that day, Winter solitude would be gone
The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness
Through the same breath,through the same soul
We would live again as one ,no matter who we are
No matter the colour of our skin,Gay or straight
rich or poor,innocent or once found guilty.
No matter if We are lawyers,prisoners,doctors or pheasants
No matter our political believes ,nor our different religions
A catholic,a muslim,a buddhist , a hinduist,or a jew .
On that day,we would all wear identical dresses
We would all be the significant other ,because He has died,
and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter,John and Judah
for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene, Jesus died for me ,
He has died for you ,for him ,for her,and even for them.
He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry
for each and every name engraved upon our Father's palm.
He was born to die,but its not his death that we celebrate ,
We celebrate His life ,because we believe in life
We celebrate His forgivness ,because We experienced
the beauty of forgivness ,the happiness ,the return of blissful joy.
and , We celebrate the ever present love
Because it is the gift of love that He bestowed on us
Jesus was born to die , but He was born to rise
Upon death He has risen , through His death We survived
Because of Him , in the darkness ,in the labyrinth of our night
There will always,always be the little flicker of a candle
that fills our hearts with hope ,and warming light.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt the kindness of his eyes
His tears grew this world
His voice made all of us listen
He made fisherman, philosophers
He made masons run free
He sang to ladies of the night
With the wine from wells of passion
Caliphs and Abu Nuwas soon followed
Love belongs to no one tribe
No sect or religion
It’s the flower that seed's travels the globe
Like feathers floating in the wind
When you see a child with no food
A woman with no smile
A man with no home
You make a balloon or funny face
You grow a rose
You build a hut
Trust in the kindness underneath
It will kiss you on your death bed
You shall rise to the heavens
You loved the universe
Notes: This is one poem that for sure can be peeled like an onion. First of all, I am working on a poem based on historical fact, and documents from the Vatican, that will serve no other purpose than to tell an age old story. Yes part of it takes place in current day Turkey.
Second, I have a friend who resides in Turkey, and we met over the internet, and over the years, have become friends. I know him to be kind, to all people and animals. We are simply friends that have shared stories, laughter, and hardships at times. Whether someone lives next door or half way around the world, true friendship and honor is hard to find. You can not give it or receive it. You can only both earn it over time.
No man is perfect, we are what we are, but when you see a world in turmoil, as we do these days, maybe this small event or moment carries weight. I myself am not so nice. So then I must say this, My friend Volkan is, not to me, but to countless people. A smile and kindness costs nothing, and the world needs more of this richness.
Everyone these days talks of how technology is ripping apart society and this may well be true, but this is a choice we all make, technology is merely a tool. One can also use it to build bridges and friendships.
Normally I would be shy to give such praise, however events have taught me that, its better to speak good words than be silent.
Thank you, for helping building a better world!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
I watch this world pass by,
miracle after miracle,
overcome with thoughts
of life and death -
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into far corners,
farther than my eyes can see.
Faster, this world spins into
eternity, faith, and possibilities.
An open window becomes a gate
to step through, a starting place -
as a bluebird dips in the birdbath,
squirrels scurry across green grass,
a blue horizon darkens like a memory.
Those who hurriedly pass by feign contentment
with plastic smiles, earbuds, cell phones,
a false sense of purpose.
I feel content, at peace, and yet, I ache for more -
a yearning from deep within.
I feel it wash over my skin.
Cars drive by, everyone’s going somewhere,
but not I. I sit here…I watch.
I whisper a short prayer for a friend,
I remain silent with His answer –
patience…all will work out in time;
head bowed, I pray for His healing hands
to touch me. In my father’s arms,
I am comforted and whole.
I am who He sees…
sunlight traces storm clouds
painting rainbows over shadowed trees,
a beautiful canopy.
His love flows through me,
pouring out at Calvary.
In the afternoon rain,
I see each drop of blood.
A choir of clouds congregate.
I hear their worship song.
I see a crown of thorns around them.
I feel the weight of the cross
He struggles to carry.
Mangos fall with the rain
from a shaken tree,
then lay bruised on limp, wet leaves;
flies begin to swarm around them;
following the clouds trajectory,
I envision more than I can bear -
His slashed skin and mangled bones
flash before my eyes.
With hands nailed, He's hung
on the cross in shame and suffering;
every labored breath taken
until death for an ungrateful world…
my soul seems to understand
what I cannot grasp…all of this,
He did for me….and you.
Love becomes more than a word,
a blessing becomes more than a concept.
I sit at my window unnoticed;
I watch the world pass by -
every leaf, pebble, bird, raindrop
and new life, I see,
like a child with a loving father,
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
Yes, it was real, it seared like desert sand;
I sensed a scorching sandstorm stirring -
warm winds whipping, hot cinders blowing in.
And you were there: compassion shining
in eyes that could read me,
a smile that could still a thrown stone.
Hostile tongues flung names at me like stones -
whore, slut, harlot.
When we met I was slinky-silken in scarlet;
your eyes, your smile, unpicked my harlot.
You loved the sinner in me,
embraced my human frailty.
Oh Lord, my lover,
how many times did my tears anoint you
as molten beads of your sweat anointed me?
I bent low at your feet, lowly,
like a fig tree bending to earth.
Was it tears or spheres of perfumed oil
that fell? I couldn't tell,
but I caressed away your cares,
wrapped you in silk spools of my hair.
Your memory is fire.
Your skin was desert,
burning bronze, scourged and scoured
by scalding winds of the puritanical,
yet thirsting for sensuality's oasis;
raindrop touches of my fingertips.
Liquid love poured from every pore
like aromatic oil.
I loved the man as they loved the myth.
And I could love you only like this:
pulsing in my arms with a human pulse,
incandescent with the zeal of my kiss.
Hot winds brought on hard heat.
Our final hours together were shifting sands
sifting through an hourglass, funnelling away.
But even as they drove each nail in
I felt the hot shuddering within,
knew that this was your release
from mortal flesh and sin.
Three days, three nights,
weeping at the womb of your tomb.
And now they find you risen, but I recall you risen
in my hands, your mouth pressed to mine.
So desert becomes oasis; arid earth
softening to the green of rebirth,
and I am a seed of love about to break -
my belly stippled and rippling with our child.
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2014
Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories I’ve been told about Jesus being born on Christmas Day. When all of a sudden I hear movement in the bushes; I turn my head and look over my shoulder. With a sudden fright, a tall pure white stallion with feathered wings, steps forward and says, “My name is Peg, climb on my back and I’ll take you to where it all began.” I arose to my feet and got on Peg’s back, held on tightly to his mane. He galloped off at full speed facing into the wind and took off soaring into the night full of stars, being guided by a large, bright, glowing star.
Peg turned his head and said, “That is the Christmas Star ahead.”
As I looked down below, I saw coming from the east, three men. Could they be the three Wise Men!
As we reach the star we slow down to a town. Peg said, “This is Bethlehem down below.”
Peg starts descending close to a stable and lands. I anxiously dismount and we both walk towards the stable. My spirit was overpowered with awe, there in the small dim lite stable, we found a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger, with his mother Mary kneeling beside Him.
The shepherds that were watching their flocks near the stable also came all elated, one of them said, “An angel appeared and told us a Savior, the Messiah, had been born and that we would find Jesus laying in a manger. So, we immediately came to see if truly Jesus our Savior was borned. ”
Heaven was rejoicing at the birth of a Savior for all people.
The three Wise Men arrived and said, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him.” They gazed at the young Child and immediately fell down and worshiped Him, they presented their gifts to him of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
We stayed for a while in admiration of our Lord Jesus.
After a time Peg said, “ I need to get you back before you are missed.”
Together we flew into the endless night back home to the Christmas tree where I had been before.
By Eve Roper 11/18/2014 © 2014
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014
Went through a phase....thought maybe I should live life to the fullest,
and stop giving away 8 hours of each day, towards sleeping.
After the first week of sleep deprivation,
Buddha and Jesus both appeared simultaneously,
started following me wherever I went-
couldn't tell between hallucinations and reality.
Buddha helped write my final exams,
and Jesus always made sure that I didn't forget to eat.
After the second week, I was floating above my body....
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep anymore-
didn't just have second and third winds....I was having winds
to the 99th power extreme.
Jesus was telling me to try again and again,
while Buddha told me to hang in there,
for Nirvana was just around the corner.
Asked my buddy for some help,
and he gave me this little blue pill -
don't even touch aspirin anymore.
Well, the pill knocked me right out!
Tried so hard to fight against it,
having some doubts about what I had just swallowed.
Metallic galaxies of inner stars began pulling at my eyelids,
adding their massive core-gravity to my temples.
Red turned to black inside of my mind,
as little globules of pulsing light
floated before my inner-eye.
d o w n,
down, I spiralled,
thinking about picking cherries from the apple tree in Eden....
beautiful Japanese Geishas propping up the ladder
that pointed down into the rabbit hole.
Up was down,
as cherries were apples?
The branches of the tree resembled its roots in the ground-
perfect mirrors of each other,
as I sat in both places at once;
dream double looking back at me.
ZZzzzzZzzzzZZzzzZZZz....for almost 62 hours straight.
Must have lived a thousand lives in those dreams.
Woke up, wasn't sure if I was still sleeping?
Awoke into sweat and stale urine.
Started falling asleep in school.
Fell asleep at work.
Once you swallow the blue pill,
you can never go back-
the rabbit hole stretches into eternity.
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010
Why do we persecute this Jesus?
this Palestinian Jew, with claim
to one almighty God?
Ahh! let me home, it’s all too
much, and no avail.
so I Longinus, leader of Pilate’s guard,
which nailed him up, (he never complained)
gave him up, his broken body to his
mother and the crowd; Oh! pitiful
crying and moaning, gnashing of teeth
in their pious, bloody grief
yet….he spoke to me, this Arab, this Jew,
with his eyes, he looked resolute and calm:
and a smile (aghast!) he had for me.
and the earth trembled and shook;
they loved him the many, I could see,
and I spoke out loud the words that I
believed, that he was real, and one with
and they looked at me, my men, and scowled,
ahh!...who are they to know?
and time and days passed. And I deserted:
and I took on the garb of wanderer, so as to
be free, and sensed a great commotion;
“he’s back!. He’s never dead!”
and I was led by disciples’ horny hands, for they
knew me now, to a tomb, gaping hole and door-stone
and they shouted “where is he? where’s the master?”
and a passing storm became a torrent and the rivers
swelled and the winds blew their strong wind,
and took away the grave’s harsh stink: then as
quickly as it had begun, a sound like the rumble
of a quake, split the sky and sunlight, warmed
and dried the earth around.
and there the master in shining white,
fresh with neat trimmed beard, as if out
for a walk with kith and kin, came.
and up on a mountain we followed to the
top, and he spoke; but because of the great
clamor all about him, I could only catch a
“make new disciples,” “ teach” and something
about him always being with us.
and then (I tell no lie)…his body took up to the
warm sky, with flowing robes and a choir of heavenly
verse, the likes of which I had never heard.
and he was gone.
and I taught his words, for some time after; and each
time I spoke I felt grown; and so, I lived my life:
but not for long; and soon I took his place and bid
the sorry world, this place, a painful goodbye.
and when next I saw his smile, his tearful foreign
eye; I swelled; and went to his side:
and he placed his hand in mine.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
Will someone please help me!?
I think Satan has possessed my gastronomical juices,
twisting up my stomach like a full garbage bag.
Please go and call over a Priest
to exorcize this demonic grip from within-
but I beg of you to get a heterosexual Father,
not one who will take advantage of my weakness.
I have been swallowing my own vomit for many days,
and can no longer hold back this thick, spewing craze.
My stomach feels more queasy than a seasick little girl,
the time is coming to launch forth my most foul hurl.
Pray to Black Jesus with my loud, retching vomit-song,
I do not want to be Vomiticus Grammaticus, for too long.
Oh! I just filled up both large-sized garbage bins up to the brim,
with ghastly floating chunks that look so very, very grim.
Two seagulls have started slurping up my rancid spew,
filthy, feathered swine, lapping up this most sickly stew.
Ugggh! Now my cat is licking up the vomit from off of the floor,
she is purring away, gobbling up my slimy, viscous gore.
The sight of her lapping up my....
Oh hot damn, shazzam! Vomit on the keyboard! Vomit dripping from my hair;
plugging up my ears, crawling up my nose with its terrible stench! Despair!
1 fish, 2 fish, 3 fish, 4 fish.
Red puke, green puke, yellow puke, blue puke.
No Sam, I do not want any more green eggs and ham!
Will someone please help me get rid of this Devil!?
I truly only mean well; I really, really do!
Pray to Black Jesus with my loud, retching vomit-song,
I do not want to be Vomiticus Grammaticus, for too long.
*Twisted poem, in the sense that this is actually a cryptic response
to my personal dealings here @Poetrysoup.com.
I don't think a lot of people realized at the time
how Vomiticus Grammaticus was really a hidden message about
some of the social politics that goes on @Poetrysoup.com,
and most other group settings as well.
May 10th, 2010
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010
Though you slay me yet I will praise you
You gave me this life, a precious, precious gift
I am so unworthy of Your blessings Lord Jesus
Holy Spirit, make me whole, uplift my spirit to praise You
Give me boldness to bless the name of my creator
Forgive my doubts, sins, and weakness
Lord you give to the grass, birds, and the earth creatures
Their needs for the day lord...
Bless my family and those who read this poem
Give me strength for my daily tasks
Hold me close to your chest, I need You!!
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
Lord Jesus, I adore you, my Lord for being my light and Salvation
My soul longs for you, for your touch, your love, your presence and to see you.
You are my Lord of Glory, Lord of Lords, mighty God, my redeemer, my most beloved Friend.
Through you I am eternally blessed, with the mercy of God.
Lord Jesus, I want to talk to you, walk with you, love you with all my heart and soul
I surrender myself completely and unreservedly in every area of my life to you
I surrender my heart and soul to you and my family and friends to you
I thank you Lord for keeping my family and my friends family safe from all harm and danger.
I thank you for blessing me every day and for the all miracles you've brought to my life particularly saving my Sons life.
Jesus you're always in my mind and I seek you with my spirit everyday and my spirit exalts you.
I surrender my emotions, my fears, my insecurities, my everything to you
Lord Jesus you are my stronghold and my very present help in time of need.
Lord you are near to me when I am broken hearted and crushed in my spirit.
All of my trials and struggles are known to you even before I was born.
Your truth and inspiration gives light into the darkest corners of my life.
I just wanted to let you know how much I love you and need you
Lord Jesus, you are my eternal Love, my Joy, my Hope and my strength
Lord search my heart and soul, and show me the areas of my life that do not please you Cleanse me with your precious blood to make me more like you and worthy of your love
I am your servant, a slave of your divine Love, a humble and unworthy child
Take control of my life direct my life and May your will and purpose be done in my life.
When I close my eyes, I sense your presence around me.
I feel that you are carrying me close to your heart
I feel your loving arms around me and peace and comfort
I find my joy in you and in your steadfast and everlasting love
I want to lead a Spirit filled life and want to grow in your relationship with the Lord.
I want to please you in all my ways, obey your laws and commandments and want to walk humbly with your loving mercy.
I can't live without you and I long to worship you
I praise and give glory to your wonderful name forever and ever.
Copyright © Shaila Touchton | Year Posted 2016
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Good Friday, is the day Jesus was crucified on the cross.
Jesus was willing to give His life for ours in order to give
us eternal life.
Easter Sunday, is the day Jesus rose from his tomb.
This is a joyous day and reminds us of His love for all
This is why I celebrate Easter, because I love Jesus for
all he did for you and for me.
He has prepared us a home in heaven and filled it with
his everlasting love for us.
For Linda-Marie's "Easter Inspirations" Contest
Written by: Carol Brown
4th Place Winner
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012
Genial to avoid confrontation
Baseborn kind, complaisant character
A spurious recital, a cheap imitation
Apocryphal mind, and comical creations
An unholy effusion
Sons of Belial
Clutch arcane knowledge
Delve into oracular verse.
Recondite belief denuded denials
Portentous and abstruse
Divested of the truth
Traveled day after day
Seriatim in miles
Strangled in hyperbole
Do what art wilt
Deliver the chosen
Derision to the destined
To learn love over hate
Adoration to inculcate
Imbue their sick lessons.
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
There's power in the name of Jesus
There's power in His precious blood
His word is power when you begin to speak
There's power within His name.
There's healing in the name of Jesus
Authority is yours to take
Satan is DEFEATED the victory is yours
There's power within His name.
This poem is also a song and is now on Youtube
Copyright © LEON WILSON | Year Posted 2009
I wish I could write you a love song
Fill with heart felt words
I wish I could say that I love you and meant every word
But as you know I am just a man
And even now as I have grown
I still cannot understand the meaning of those three letter words.
I spent my life searching
I spent my days hoping
Even now as I have aged and have a family of my own
I still do not understand the meaning of those three letter words
They say, that they love you
They say, that they care
But their words are cheap and weigh no value.
My heart is still broken
My bones are weak
My nights are restless
And my soul is asleep.
I feel so hopeless
Defeated and crush
These burdens I carry
Have me buried in a dump.
I try to call out
I try to shout
But these words I speak
No one can hear me.
God take my hand
Lift my pain
Save me from this cane
I am afraid its about to leave a big old stain.
Lord I am in so much pain
These scares bring nothing but shame
Jesus please let it rain
Save me, I think I am about to go completely in sane.
Copyright © Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2015
When I was a child,
I had a wonderful dream,
In my dream,
I saw Jesus Christ,
By the road He passed by,
And He was riding on His bike;
Then, when He saw me,
In front of me, He stopped
And He invited me to ride.
His hands were so soft,
He extended and I hold;
With a smile, he said,
"Come to me my child,
Come with me, I am Jesus Christ.
Like your father,
I drive you safely to school,
Don't be afraid, I am not a ghost.
My clothes show
That I am Holy and Pure,
Come with me,
Because I love you forever more.
--FEATURED POEM FOR THE FIRST WEEK OF OCT,. 2012-- Thank you so much PS for featuring my poem!
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012
On the day your eyes open
to the prism of the sun
On that day, silent Winter
would be gone
The avalanche of differences
will melt into nothingness
Through the same breath
through our shared blood
We would live again as one
No matter who we are
No matter the colour of the skin
Rich or poor,innocent or guilty
a lawyer,a prisoner,a doctor or a farmer
a catholic,a muslim,a buddhist,or a jew
On that day we would all wear identical dresses
We would all be the significant other
Because Jesus had died for all
Jesus had died for Peter,John and Judah
for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene
Jesus has died for you,for me
Jesus has died for every name
engraved upon God's palm
and through each and every one of us
He will be born to rise again
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012
They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007
If You could Talk To Jesus
If you could talk to JESUS - what would you say?
If You could see him face to face - what would you do?
Would you tell him about your problems, or would you
just ask him to be your friend?
If you ever meet Him face to face - would you know who
He was? Well let me tell you - that he is not far away. He
already knows about you and sees you everyday. He is just
waiting for your call.
Jesus knows you very well ever since you were born, so
don't be afraid to talk to him. He is like your best friend.
whatever you tell Him - He won't tell a soul. He is very good
at keeping secrets, like no one else in the world.
If you can talk to JESUS - bare to Him your soul. Don't ever be
afraid , for He is the best friend that anyone could ever have.
Go now and talk to Him. He is waiting for your call....
04/14/2013 Written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013
I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The sings she said, I guess,
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.
Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
Copyright © joe fisher | Year Posted 2007
Surrounded by your glory- what can I feel?
Surrounded by your glory - what can I fear?
Surrounded by your glory, there is no pain.
There is no fear, there is no sorrow, because
You are my glory...
I Give My Love
To you JUSUS I am ready to give my love.
But I want it to be clean and pure. I come to
you to clean my soul and make white nas snow.
To you JESUS I bring you my heart. It is full of sacrs
that I could not heal, but you JESUS, will touch it and
make it new, so as of today JESUS my heart and my
love belongs to you...
JESUS MY Light
To me, you are my my guide. You are also
my light. You are what I need to make my
please JESUS come into my life. Come into
my heart. Please come and change my life.
Please shine on me your light.
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2012
Sometimes when the road gets short
and your body becomes weary
It seems difficult to keep your eyes open
There is someone who will carry you
Have you met the man named Jesus?
Not the man of churches
He's not waiting to rain down fire
He wishes to embrace you in his arms
Forgiveness and rest are his to give
Have you met this man named Jesus?
Your burdens may be heavy
There is no reason to carry them alone
You can give them all to him
He's a God of flesh and bone
Have you met the man named Jesus
Have you accepted the gift that he offers?
Fully paid through his great sacrifice
Not a religion a relationship
He will never let you down
He is the man named Jesus
He knows everything about you
He accepts you as you are
It's not about being good enough
He patiently waits at your door
Respond to the gentle knocking
You won't be alone anymore
Religion teaches us we have to earn our way to heaven.
God knows this is an impossible task for us humans. I am
thankful that Jesus paid the price for our salvation and I accept
his amazing gift. Have you met the Man names Jesus?
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
Sitting in an ultra-modern café,
sitting among people too cool to be warm,
sipping on a coffee with a long, fancy name,
I ponder about how far I've come
since making coffee over an open fire --
brewing it like a true desperado.
There's a poster pinned up on the wall,
an image of Black Jesus staring down at me,
causing me to feel guilty
for hanging out with all this money,
for hanging out with all this decadence.
Black Jesus stares down at me,
causing me to feel guilty.
Is this how the madness starts?
I can hear Black Jesus talking to me,
while he hangs there on the wall.
"Why have you turned your back on me again?"
"Black Jesus, I haven't done such a thing, why I still...."
"Oh please man, don't tell me how I died for your sins, because my message was lost in translation. I didn't die for your sins, your egos are massive. I was merely made into a mirror for you to pick up and see your flawed reflection within -- to see how many sacrifices you need to make for this world."
"But, Black Jesus, I am trying so hard...."
"Stop. Son, you haven't been trying hard enough, mainly faking mere forgeries to make yourself feel better, is all. I was the beggar you passed before coming in here. You turned your back on the beggar, you turned your back on me."
"You mean -- he just wants another fix. If I give him money, he'll use it to buy another hit!"
"Nonsense. I gave you a test, and you completely failed it again. You should've brought me home, offered me a hot meal and a place to hang my weary head."
"That dude! He might have lice or worse. He might be a crazy, slit my throat from ear to ear while I sleep."
"Please kid, don't talk to me about sacrifice. You can't just walk around singing praise, thinking, 'Jesus loves me this I know', or 'Jesus died for our sins.'
Nah, it isn't easy like that, it isn't easy like that at all. You have to make a sacrifice each and every time, no matter how high the cost. And not because someone might be watching, not for the reward of a make-believe heaven, but because it feels right.''
I stare into my ten dollar coffee,
wonder if someone had spiked it hard,
spiked it with Uptight-Timothy Leary's magical carpet ride,
Black Jesus looming over me, causing me to feel guilty.
Hanging on the wall, Black Jesus looks straight through me.
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010
Lord's prayer Matt6:9,10
Jesus taught us to pray, what to say to God, His Father, Our Father.
Oft repeated rarely understood words that put
His Fathers name first, to be sanctified made holy.
Isaiah43:10 he declares that he has his witnesses
that declare his wonderful name Jehovah, through all the earth.
"Let your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven".
What a wonderful hope that by means of God's kingdom, a real government,
(see Daniel2:44) that the earth can be a paradise, again, with conditions, like heaven, when Jesus begins his 1000 year rule over the earth Revelation20:6.
Understanding the two hopes or destinies of the faithful has help me to understand so much more, of how life will be when paradise on earth is restored, and we can witness the resurrection of our dear loved ones back to life on earth.
Even Jesus described the two destinies Matt5:3 Spiritual persons will inherit the
heavenly kingdom, Matt5:5 meek shall inherit the earth mirroring Psalm37:29
What a blessing understanding what has been misunderstood and repeated for almost two thousand years.
Jesus did say the "truth will set you free"John8:32.Knowing and understanding
God's love, as revealed in his Word I do feel free, free from desperation, free from ignorance, free from falsehood, free from the Devils lies.
I look forward to the time when the Kingdom will come and God's will, will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
John Derek Hamilton
December 26, 2015
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Who are you, my Lord?
And what am I standing here as a weather-beaten tombstone,
O Lord, reveal yourself to me on the tombstone standing here alone.
Long, long ago
Cain averted his face from the light,
the condemned river, surrounded by a dead
Cain laid atop of his own brother, flows into the valley
carrying the curse.
And the condemned river flows to the dark side of the sun
since the time Abel’s blood cried out.
My eyes grew so accustomed to the darkness
and, thus, though I am no longer able to stand in light,
I face you, the Lord of the origin of light,
standing here as a tombstone.
O Lord, are you the very person whose voice I hear?
are you the man who is rolling and tossing on the ground
under the out-pouring lashes who moans:
“forgive them,” each time I call for aid of my destiny?
O Lord, are you the one who crawl on the path
that leads to the Place of the Skull
in the mixed air of cries as the fools shout,
mockeries of the evil ones affront,
and the useless tears the women shed?
Are you the one who mutters: “forgive them,”
while falling under a rootless tree
for the weight of the tree is too great to bear?
For the good nature of humankind is numbed
by the weight of sins too deep to break loose.
The emotion of human kind becomes cold and cruel
and, therefore, O my Lord,
do you groan with pain unbearable:
“forgive them,” when those stone-hearted drive spikes
pierce your hands with no compunctions?
Are you the one who stands as a decaying wooden pillar
on atop of Golgotha with a darkening sun on your back
to close the shamefully-mistreated hard life,
the miserably-humiliated painful life?
Are you the benevolent kind-hearted one who looks up at heaven,
and at mobs who accused you, appealing with tearful eyes:
“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
When the wooden pillar collapses from its own weight
and darkness falls onto earth to cover the unsightly world,
I, the tombstone with no name or epitaph,
see a sad image standing atop of the Place of the Skull
tightly holding the world’s anguish.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
When we were lost,
How did we feel,
Before we came to the cross
Is God real ?
Before that day,
When we turn from sin,
In a world in which we play,
Tired of the pain deep with in.
Jesus came to show a way,
To make stright the path,
For narrow is the gate,
Yet here we are at last.
Thru the days of wonder,
Now you can see his Glory,
His word are as Thunder,
Now can you see the true story ?
Yes, Our God is real,
My eye's have seen from where i've Been,
His love and grace my heart is sealed,
He calls me friend.
Forgiven, made whole,
I now walk and talk to him,
from the pit of hell from I was entering
Jesus saved my soul from all my sins.
Copyright © Philip Welch | Year Posted 2015
I can only seem to watch over the world,
as it sleeps.
With my eyes closed tightly and a motion of minds' breath,
I can see brief glimpses of where I need to be,
to find my rest.
It's so beautifully odd....
like seeing Jesus in a hat.
I've taken many a circle walk, at night.
I've stopped and kissed Lestat,
while stealing lilacs in the comfort of the dark.
I suck on the candied faith,
that somehow grows from the pores of the peaceful.
I do all this, while sitting on the curb.
Standing, may cause my balance to drip,
but I will learn to dance,
inside the timesteps.
Copyright © Rebecca Brown | Year Posted 2007
The lion roars
while the lamb bleats.
He paces and prowls,
savoring the kill.
I would like to roar.
I hate this bleating.
I want to see them
quaking in fear.
I have not the claws
to rip and tear,
nor teeth to devour
the roaring lion.
So I must be wise
and follow the Shepherd
who slays the beast
and gives me rest.
I need not bleat
but praise the one
who causes the lion
to lie down by the lamb.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014