generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
So far everybody knows that the seven deadly sins are Greed, Gluttony, Anger, Sloth, Jealousy (aka: "Envy"), Lust, and Pride. All seven deadly sins have been around since the 18th century and beyond. and when everybody's talking about the seven deadly sins, it doesn't go away. All seven deadly sins are like the seven evil exes in the August 2010 movie "Scott Pilgrim Vs The World" starring Michael Cera, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Kieran Culkin, Mae Whitman, and Alison Pill. In real reference to the seven deadly sins, they're like those of Matthew Patel-Lust, Lucas Lee-Gluttony, Todd Ingrim-Greed, Roxanne "Roxie" Richter-Sloth, the Katayanagi twins (Kyle and Ken)-Wrath and Envy, and Gideon Graves-Pride. All of those vices have taken a toll on everybody in the world, even in the United States of America and Canada. And in other words, the seven deadly sins are like the League of Evil Exes; the Seven Evil Exes were here to kill Scott Pilgrim to control the future of Ramona flowers' love life and stuff. Come to think of it, the seven deadly sins are also known for controlling the lives of every human being, especially the happily married couples and beyond. Some of those sins are forgiven, but some of them aren’t. Or whatever that means. And if the seven deadly sins continue to wreak havoc on every human being on this planet, there’s no telling what bad thing might happen next.
As I draw my eyes I think about what I have seen, what I have witnessed, what I have turned my eyes away from with but a blind stare, and all those special moments I missed that done passed and gone, but above all I think about what I have yet to see when I die.
As I draw my face and hair I think about I think about how the "Great One Above" has made me what color skin that I am and how he has shaped my attitude into what my life has become and what society and environment I was placed and grew up in around which culture or cultures I have become or unknowingly integrated.
As I draw my ears I think about what I have heard, what I am still hearing and what I choose not to hear among the many noises surrounded within ones hearing, but above all I think about what death has sounded like not in just one but many different loud but yet still very silent noises around one.
As I draw my body I think about what my body has endured, what it has failed to do so many times but also what it has finally conquered and still yet to conquer in a world of complete competition with sports so violent and unforgiving for winning does not forgive losers in a world striving to be winners.
As I draw my hands I think about how they have created so much but also trying not to think about how much they too have destroyed. I think about how I can easily create bad more than the good like an addiction that cannot be stopped among an addicted world full of fiends waiting to get their fix….but above all as I draw these words of life I think about how the heck I am still here today writing about it…..how I am still here enduring it and how I am still here even to share it…Thank You “Great One Above”…..
I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
I do not know?
On the day He died, I felt ashamed.
Quiet and remorse, I wanted to remain..
Why did I follow the ways of the worldly men?
When they mocked, scorned and spit on him?
I was the cause for what He went through.
I tried to find comfort; but, guilt was all I knew.
I couldn't eat or sleep, knowing He was dead.
Wishing now, I could take back everything I did or said.
When I had no one, He took care of me.
Set in my ways, his caring; I couldn’t see..
When I was ridiculed He didn’t take part.
Every kind thing He did, came from the heart.
He showed love to the rich and the poor.
To the lonely and the broken hearted, He restored.
How could I have been so prideful and blind?
How could I have been so cruel and unkind?
Sadness and guilt would not give up.
I wanted desperately to have taken the cup.
Why did I point at him and yell “Crucify!"
Part of the crowd, I sentenced him to die!
Oh, my Judas heart what have I done!
Oh, heavenly Father, I have betrayed your Son!
Crying and weeping, my heart slowly withers away~
So ashamed of what I took part in and witnessed that day.
As the days and nights slowly wore on.
I knew in my Judas heart what must be done.
In my heart I no longer wanted to live.
My own life, I wanted to give.
I bowed my head, feeling laden with sorrow.
What is the future of man's tomorrow?
I lifted up my face with tear stained delight.
There beyond me a beautiful luminous sight.
Was that Jesus standing there? Or was it a dream?
I wanted to run and tell him those things I said, I didn't mean.
I walked up to him crying and at his feet I knelt.
He looked at me, knowing my heart; what I felt.
He showed me his nail pierced hands~
Why He still loved me, I didn’t understand..
What I did I could no longer face.
But, in loving arms, I realized I was saved by his grace.
He said, He loved me and all men still.
That He died because it was His Father’s will~
That, through him, all men might be saved.
I knew then, in place of ours, his life He gave.
That all men may repent and be forgiven.
To be in heaven eternally~
Not In Hell, forever condemned.
To reign with the heavenly Father~
For all eternity, where unconditional love abides~
To be with Christ forever~ by His side.
I think I self-sabotage unknowingly
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;
I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant
and my writing grew
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it
As I wait to be inspired for the next poem,
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used
Or will this be the one that transcends the others
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b,
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul
and I am free once they become spoken
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest
until the silence is broken
Drowning in the sea of proper delivery
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose –
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues
Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues
My constant mirror from heaven,
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry?
Life is so crazy/
Death so busy it never get's lazy/
Thoughts blurred and blinded by true lies that they always get hazy/
The mother ****ing devil is always trying to chase me/
But I'm stronger than that I won't ever let *****like that ever ****ing faze me/
I no longer care if any muther ****ers want to over or under rate me/
I've already been ****ing up on my own lately/
I take your ****ing criticism greatly/
*****es I'm too real for any of you fake mother ****ers to fake me/
I'm too ****ing still in God's foundation to let the devil shake me/
I'm the general, the king of my own *****nobody can't ever break me/
**** what people say for I am the maker of my own *****people can't ever make me/
I'm the leader and deliverer of my own *****you can never take me/
Who want to question *****about *****mother ****ers thats why I'm Writer Crazy.....
Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.
Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near
Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend
This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone
Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.
Unknown friend immerses
In my fullerene verses,
And finds four allotropes forms…
We can swim beyond the storms.
I'm for all people and their faith
It's for them and not others to deface
They'll have their moment to preach
On poetry sites the words teach
And leave for another time, another place
There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/
I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/
I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/
Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/
Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/
I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/
But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/
My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/
Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/
Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/
Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/
A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/
I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/
Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/
There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/
I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/
All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/
F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/
Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/
I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/
Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/
I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/
A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/
I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/
My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/
I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/
My freedom day is near I will not blow it/
This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/
MAKE WAY PEOPLE FOR THE SE7EN KING ARTIST AND POET
On chilly Tuesdays, I write according to a strict ethos.
Evening light is subdued in a room of primary colors,
heat on medium to ensure balance and the notes
of a piano concerto flicker amongst red and white candles
encircling two cream-colored half moon chairs which
my mass spans from east to west - never west to east –
although the manner in which I recline varies.
A fairly upright position is best when writing about truth, faith
or hope as my feet are distanced from my graying head,
keeping things pure, clear and beyond reproach.
For poems about love, sex or death, I find curling
like a tomcat is more conductive, allowing a middle
to form from the meeting of extremes, that place
our mothers only wanted us to know about in theory,
a page in the Kama Sutra with the corner twice folded.
But my favorite position beyond a doubt is this one,
the one I reserve for writing about poetry where
I lay on my left side in boxers and a t-shirt,
my length crinkled into separate stanzas, the leg bone of each
connecting to the knee bone of the next, concluding with
a Pictish-looking head bone adorned with a triad
of black periods and a parenthesis on its side,
the traditional depiction of a boat or – sometimes -
a bowl, its contents only visible from above.
-William Carlos Williams
I hold out-
a figment of thought,
like a twig holds out juice
from the fig tree,
from branches, trunks
from the ground
and people draped
like fallen fruit
by their trees
the day comes
the way it leaves
a taste of fig
that was never there
I do not know?
It came as a surprise when she found
she was with child, carrying with in her
was the boy child who would save us all.
Wonder what she thought back then when
she found out that she was going to give
birth to the boy child who would be the
Savior of the world and then be taken
away on a wooden cross on a hill side?
Never once did she complain but embraced
the life growing inside her all the time knowing
that the day would come when she would be
taught all about her son who came to us on Christmas.
Was he a good baby I wonder some times?
Did he ever have his days and nights mixed up?
Was he ever fussy and cranky as normal kids?
When he was older did he play marbles, or at
least games with the other kids his age, did he
know he was different the night he came to us?
When he grew to teen age hood I am sure he had
a sense of understanding of what his purpose was,
and why he had been given to this woman and man.
Was he ever discouraged, having second thoughts on
things, laying awake worrying where would the next
days food come from? Of course I am sure there
were many days he lost faith, felt let down by his
Father above asking the questions Why?
Thank you Mary and Joseph for sharing your beloved
baby boy with us because with out him we would be
nothing. Thank you God for loving us enough to give
us your only son. I am sure it was painful to watch him
DIE on that cross but I am so glad he did.
I do not know?
In the several centuries
Before the coming of Christ
The Jews in Palestine re-examined
Eliminated some of the books
From existing collection
As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as
Of doubtful inspiration
The Pharisees set up four criteria
Which their sacred
Books had to pass
In order to be included
In the revised Jewish Canon
(1) They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law)
(2) They had to be written before the time of Ezra
(3) They had to be written in Hebrew
(4) They had to have been written in Palestine
Yeah I walk around life waitng for death/
I live in constant despair looking to be blessed/
Lies over truth around here always seem to infect/
The more sin I get in life the more saintly I seems less/
Im trapped in same dark place ;looking for a lighter quest
I try and live a life full of goodness still trapped in badness I am yet to confess/
I try and hold onto what seems like something but theres nothing really but family left/
I know I am not he best, nor am I like the rest/
I know I can master checkers but still downed in chess/.
I got to clean up my act because my life is a mess/
I patiently sit back while I ponder life for death and I wait/
I might as well look for something simple because I never find nothing great/
I struggle to stay under love and over my own hate/
I try and be real with others when to my own self I stay fake/
I feel life obstacles jolt my ambition like a chain that never breaks/
I want less more in life yet as a daily sinner I continue to both physically and mentally take/
I try and change my dark ways but still struggle at the fact that it might be too late/
I usaully catch myself complaining when infact I should be thankful for whats on my plate/
I usually hang onto the past and get scared of the future when I should worry about today/
I going to be that better man for my child because that sinner no longer in my heart I aint/
Sometimes in life we all struggle until we strive, but until then Im trapped between a young lost SINFUL SAINT........
I’m trapped in the American struggle/
Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/
In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/
Yeah am I the only one to truly see our invisible chaotic bubble? /
Am I the only one to truly live in while I realize the hidden pains in our own ghetto living rubble? /
I see in what I still saw of the pains at the same time I hear the alcoholic mumbles/
Like a burnt cracker over a uncooked cookie I still see the culture crumble/
I see the staggering, I see the swerving and I see thy own stumbles/
Still yet I am crawling out the dirt like an ant spreading my wings in the sky like the bees bumble/
It’s when I knew I was a soul called soul/
In my soul called soul I am in the super bowl/
Seven hundred seventy-seven now I can’t let thy football fumble/
I am not going to let thy ring leader lead me in the circus no more, I am no longer an elephant Dumbo/ I’m here to stay not to go/ I been down that same road too many times before/
I know what it’s like at the bottom, I hit it straight rock ,yeah I been that low/
now pains of my life I outgrow/it’s when I knew I was a soul called soul
In my soul called soul/ I hang on not to my enemies nor my friends but my own inner foes/
I got no true friends, I got no true bros/ I got no true women, I got no hoes/
I don’t even know if I will even make it to be thirty-four/
I worry about alcoholic danger in the hood every time I walk out my front door/
I thank God I’m not rich and thank him for the experience of being dirt poor/
I thank him for the fact that I no longer have to steal from the local store/
I thank him for the simple fact that I can do simple everyday chores/
I remember a time when I was in a prison cell where even death itself felt like a bore/
until one day something great pick me up off the prison floor……..that was a time when I know I was a soul called SOUL/
I know my truck of life was ready to take it’s damage when it can still pull its own toll/
I knew my boat of life was ready to go against high winds with a broken bow/
I knew I was ready when I can go against waves 100 feet high go under and still row/
if not then I make the surf board roll/ The storms comes like shadow hidden in the skies undergrowth/ I’m not only floating I’m also flying through them both/
I am no longer empty with darkness I am filled with light shone/
I am no longer alone, I am force of many through word flow/
I am a prophet among my own/ words put together like no other only I condone/
I say it in a unique tone/
I’m going to make it past the internet and cell phones/
I am the one, I am by a higher power chose/
These problems in life I will outgrow/
I will overcome being just another SOUL CALLED SOUL….
Yeah I know my life may be broken but yet my purpose in my life is still bound/
Im picked up by Jesus everytime Im lower than dirt burriend alive underneath the ground/ I look for signs, I look for meanings, I try and hear something great but cant hear no sounds/
I look like S&^t, I look like a clown/
I know life aint no joke, aint no game because a lot people I seen last decade and last year are no longer around./
I was lost in lies until I found truth, I was lost in prison until appreciating freedom in me was found./
IM know I still got purpose for broken life that is bound...........
I can use the letter s with so many s words,
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs,
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp,
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs,
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves,
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn,
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn.
Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
But whats even worse is soul on souls hating,
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken,
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven,
I say I have always said society on my word S
Justified actions com*plicated
things that don't
matter; unruled my voice
Here I speak truth only you and
I know is just another
way to let loose of the
We will CRISS~Cross paths to
lead an example; But
The Key will unlock your soul
and re*lease it's grim*ripper
roars through you that
embedded night in
Ex+ Scapes my mind.
For I am not the devil's
advocate of A bottomless pitted
Burning trees that ash these
words, time n' time again...
Like A broken recorded tape-
player *YOU* Still don't;
hear! What is it going to
take??? What is it that YOU
I do not care.... For I am an
angel of **LUCIFER**, He comes
I claim to have been reborn;
Re*vises. Revolutioned to
power it's stabbing sword
defeated of EXCALIBUR.... All
for one; and All AlMighty
CLAN... KKK..FEAR GOD
OR,"KARMA" For you are
NAKED!!! Cause I can hardly
notice you...As I FEAR MY GoD.
Written by Carma
Entered in contest what's your fear
Sponsored by; Tanya Harrington
Once again trapped in the darkness with worded guns still trapped,
Im just trying to make a statement that will make it on this American map,
Im getting old as I only live this youth once so I best live it searching for light in darkness of black,
Years gone by a lost youth going away time lost that I wont ever get back,
So it best I get back on the track.........
Now iz a tyme for flames hope I spark this,
Poetry like mine many will come from places near and far and embark in this,
I will literally be the found ancient lost seen lockness.....
Lord please guide this soul as I am standing in the darkness......yet again....
I do not know?
Our lives are like stories
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter
Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close
I'm saying good bye
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind
The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair
As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man
The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness
I beg for your forbearance
For I have disregarded my faith towards You
I beg for your healing in advance
For I have disclaimed Your protection and now I’m blue
Do you notice that I’m blanketed in deep distress?
My pillow is soaked externally with unsettling tears
My good memories that bestowed hopefulness
Has been meddled with for years
Has been mistreated and replaced by insecure dreadfulness
I need shelter from the tide of despairs and fears
I’m shattered and I’m seeking Your helping hand
Receive my hushed prayer…from your throne in heaven
I’m begging for Your contentment that’s beyond grand
Receive my muffled prayer… or I’ll be stuck in this tarnished den
Do you notice that I’m spinning mad in the rivers of mystifying visions?
My unwavering boat sinks drastically with damaged gears
My bad memories that departed from my missions
Has been discarding the carefree years
Has been neglected and torn apart by dishonorable decisions
I need Your love to embrace me with jubilation and cheers
I beseech for Your mercy
For I have abused my steadfast hope towards You
I look forward to Your infinite Kingdom favorably
For I have admired Your blessings and now my dreams come true!
In Jesus’s name,
I do not know?
You think Christ is not hurt
With loving what you thought is Christ
Loving Christ is being in His true Church
In Catholic or Roman Catholic you are not condemned but saved
In His Church
Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults
Is like a college Religion class
You will learn the truth
In other man-made religion bible are lies
What you’re reading is really the true Church
Not your own
It’s like a blind
Leading another blind
They would both fall in hell of fire
It is not the minister’s fault
Your own, rather take them with you
Both of you learn the truth
For every man they can be a deacon
Bishop and Priest are not with a wife
For Jesus Christ is a High Priest
Only Son of the most High
In RCIA, you will receive 3 important Sacraments
Holy Eucharist or the Body of Christ
We want God to be pleased with us
Eternal Father told the people
To Listen only to the Messiah and
The One I sent
What are these Christ like churches?
Non Catholic churches?
People in there are already condemned
Being in Catholic or Roman Catholic, you are saved
Judgment day is upon all of us. This day has been affecting the lives of all of us human beings since the day God had created the Earth. It seems that those who've done all of the misdeeds will ave met their judgment day. And this time, there's no way out. So far, everybody knows that judgment day is considered the final eternal judgment made by God. People are talking about judgment day every year, even at church. There's only one judgment day and it's on the 21st of May and October. What's go interesting about judgment day is whether we live for a long time or die. This type of event can be found in the Holy Bible made by King James and in the Book of Matthew, the Book of St. Luke, and the Gospel of Matthew. There's no telling what might happen next if judgment day had came or whatever. Well, I guess that's the way how judgment day is. And if judgment day continues to affect all of us human beings for a long time, that would be "just is."
A GREAT THING GIVEN FROM OUR FATHER WAS,
A WORLD WITH BLUE SKYIES,BLUE OCEANS, ANIMALS, TREES, SUNLIGHT, FOOD, PEACE,
HARMONIOUSLY LIVING TOGETHER ; IN PERFECT COMPANIONSHIP.
GOD THE FATHER DIDN'T STOP THERE, HE GAVE US
THE ULTIMATE GREATEST GIFT ANYONE
COULD EVER GIVE; WHEN HE ; BLEW THE BREATHE OF LIFE INTO ADAM'S NOSTRILS.
GOD DIDN'T STOP THERE THOUGH, HE PROVIDED ADAM WITH A GARDEN OF GLORIOUS
BEAUTY AND PERFECTION.
SHORTLY AFTER THE LORD GOD ASK ADAM "WHAT IS WRONG ADAM"? ADAM REPLIED I
FEEL LONELY, I WISH I HAD A COMPANION".
QUIETLY GOD THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT ADAM
HAD SAID; AND PUSHING HIS FEELINGS ASIDE,
HE PUT ADAM INTO A DEEP SLEEP
AND MADE A COMPANION FOR HIM.
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BONE OF MY BONE,
AND THEN GOD TOOK A RIB FROM ADAM AND GAVE IT TO EVE.
AFTERWARDS GOD SAT ADAM AND EVE DOWN AND EXPLAINED
TO THEM THAT ONLY ONE THING
THEY WERE FORBIDDIN TO DO AND THAT WAS TO EAT FRUIT
FROM THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL;
FOR THEY WOULD SURLY DIE.
It annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
It seems a rather awkward move,
To rhyme words like “Love” with words like “Prove”,
And to rhyme “Lord” with the word “Word”,
To me it just seems quite absurd,
Is there not a word around,
Which will make a similar sound?
It annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
Maybe their aim was just to be,
A pleasing read aesthetically,
And the writer was too proud,
To change the word when read aloud,
But surely a hymn must be sung,
And those lines don’t trip off the tongue.
It annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
Perhaps they simply didn’t say,
Those words the way we do today,
And that once upon a time,
Those pairs of words did make a rhyme,
We know our language has evolved,
So should the writers be absolved?
But it annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
They ask me how I write these words..
Like who's my favourite poet..
Is it Keats, a Wordsworth or maybe what about a Bronte..
Perhaps the lordly Byron..
It's not in written words, but what I hear and see..
When standing in the shopping queue..
such sordid conversations..
How much that bag of peas?..
or riding on the train...
Seeing only printed front page news and
city slickers fingers..
Sitting at the airport waiting for a flight..
The IPhones, IPods and mobiles going crazy..
We're living a mini screen world..
Was eating in the restaurant, the table next to
Me were having quite a chat...
I wish they'd talk more loudly I cannot hear a thing!!
When waiting for the early bus when all is cold and chilly..and hear those tired
And hear those tired yawns of a day begun of the work and
all the pressures..
Or listening to the morning news on the BBC..
Some days it breaks your heart when there's only
war, the loss and famine..
When popping out to walk the dog..
You have to stop and talk with someone who has a tale to
Or walking in the city alone within the crowd..
I look to find a friendly face and cannot find a
When watching my children playing, laughing or even
when they're crying..
It brings it home to me that they are in my care..
When listening to the radio...
Opinions on the airwaves, don't want the rant's and
You know I love to eavesdrop and listen to the world..
Perhaps I'm just a sticky beak and shouldn't hear a peep...