the games have begun
We be target practice
Kill at will
...if you will
matter to the people
you're chanting to
Kill for thrill
Kill at will
...if you think
watch the gavel...
justice not served
Makes no difference
if they get sacked
Big money got their backs
Now who has that kind if cash ?
Thumb twiddlers, sitting down
eyes watching God's moves
"God's gonna get them people"
That is what God said: He also
said: "faith without works is dead'
Earth disturbers in combat boots
Serial killers with badges in blue suits
commissioned for this mission
rewarded with loot.
The makers of tragedies on 9/11
twin towers. Afghanistan and
the embassy in Kenya ..World Trade
Center and the list goes on..
By the way who's funding BOko Haram?
They have better weapons than the whole
Desensitized people, frightened and numb
Worldwide genocide irrespective of person
religion or gender.
When bombs go off, bodies drop
buildings fall down.
What if the grid breaks?
What if he does not re-create
anyone smart enough to fix it.?
Those people who one day
gets paid, to kill those people,
Who pays you to kill them people
and them people to kill you....
Somebody is paying people,
to make less people
and paying people -
to make less people etc...
until there is less people.
Only the people on the left,
And the leftover people.
Then no more people left.
and the green grass grew all aroun all aroun ....
and the green grass grew all aroun
IF God Gives Up ON US...
What might he do, send us back into the
black hole.Take the power back from the Sun?
Reverse the magnetic magnitude of the moon
There'll be no separation of day from
night, there'd be no more chances to get life right.
If God gives up on us it would
serve us deserving. No intercession
for your transgressions.
Just send us back into oblivion;
Erase us like we had never come.?
Dauntless disobedience, and foul
acts mocking his earthly domain
Diverging from Gods plan
Ignoring truth, man abusing man.
What if God would wait
one million years before
he launched another plan
and like the dinosaurs
we'd be - Just another species
from ancient times and lands.
What if God gave up on us....
and sent us back into the
dust, and the only memories
left, would be the writings
in ancient books..
Ancient books no-one could decipher.
...and the green grass grew all aroun all aroun
and the green
Copyright © Vicki Acquah
HE WAS asleep
Between space and time
The first light on the world
He was just born.
His folded hands
Glowed a pale pink
To keep the fire of life
He wondered if he was really awake.
Is it the true world?
Is it the true village?
Is it the true nest?
He kept kicking
And cried like a scared owl.
God trod to the next village.
Best of 2014 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Carol Eastman
from BIRTH FANTASY FAIRY CATS AND EVENINGS
Written on 8/20/2014
Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
A heart that cries more than me
in my pain.
Whose congenial and benign teachings
make me sane.
A warm touch that dispels from me
the gales of worry.
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm
protected by her under furry.
A helping hand that always hold me
whenever I'm about to lose.
& my first teacher who makes me to
distinguish between donts' and dos'.
A voice and nothing more, an Angel
who is entirely mine just after my birth.
And she is none other but 'My Mother',
The God on Earth.
Although to define her in words is
beyond my skill.
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in
my life, none can fill.
She is the one who needs not a single
word of me to understand.
In my devastation, she is always there
to provide effusively her hand.
In the weariness of my life, with her,
I may lose to be in link.
But she ever remembers me whenever I
breathe or my eyes blink.
I can say that in search of heaven,
I needn't to go anywhere.
I would like to put my head in my
mother's lap, as its only there..
Copyright © Hina Saxena
Oh God When I Die
Oh God when I die please let me,
See the sin's from past reality,
And if my deeds out wiegh bad,
Then let my soul feel glad.
And if I die from a lier's shame,
Please allow my shameful name,
To be among the forgiven with pride,
Knowing your grace has given me a guide
From death to light le me see,
That eternity is my reward from thee,
And infinite love of peace from you,
For your promise is eternaly true.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson
OH MY GOD!!!
Assemble all the gods we’ve built,
stand them in a line, then walk along
the corridor and ponder which is yours,
which is mine? Dragons, stoics, satyrs,
saints, all stony faced with colored paints.
Some in regal pompous robes others missing
all their clothes. Fierce and sullen, sour faced
one look to put you in your place, kind and
gentle, bended knee promising to set you free.
Ogre sneers on giant cats, fat and sassy spoiled brats.
These are the gods we have created.
Thank God they never met - and mated.
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless
On the day
When the doctor told me
My whole heart crushed
Melting like snow in summertime
Leaving me to wonder
Was this moment
Cause even though I don’t go to church
I knew God wouldn’t plague me
With a curse such as this
I was too young to die
Carry an illness which could
Would I make it
Is there a cure
Cause the way he was telling me
My diagnosis and deterioration
I wasn’t so sure
So instead of making this a life sentence
My death penalty
I chose to live another day
Not allowing this moment to end my dignity
I knew my life wasn’t destined to end this way
The day the doctor told me
I was a victim to Cancer
I gave the message to God
Allowing him to solve the problem
Provide the answer
Only he could to clear my vision
Cause at this time
Everything was a blur
I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop
I knew he wasn’t done with me yet
I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel
Take a seat, swivel away
Let my coffin bow down a whole 6 feet
The day the doctor told me
Not only did I take heed to what he said
I believed in what wasn’t note
Understanding I had a chance
It wouldn’t be circumstances
Used to close the book to my story
But the reason to live and be loved
To achieve all I ever dreamed of
The day the doctor told me
I had Cancer
I simply replied, “No, I do not”
I have life
A life not complete, nor finished
And after 7 years of living
I am wiser, smarter, healthier and determined
Not to let this Cancer make me a victim
But claim my place in David’s army
Nothing will happen to he who believes
And guess what
I’m a Survivor, I’m Here, and until My God is ready
I am not going anywhere!!!!!
Copyright © Charron Monaye
God And Woman
I did not want anything from The Almighty
Sacrificed untouchable realization
Which is symbol of myself
And dedicated emotions, silence.
I did not demand anything from the woman
Allowed her into the corner of my mind
Which is the center of bleeding
And presented my intuition.
The Almighty and the woman repeatedly call
Destruction in my lonely life
It's the ability to do more by them...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami
Who tears behind the mirror?
Made me who I am
My hardened heart she took
Tenderized it with love
Took my salty tears
Turned into joyful tears
Who sighs behind the mirror
Sighs in memory
Memories and feelings
Hardships she went through
To feed my whole stomach
The woman pulling back her mucors
Does so in fear
Fear that ill not be what she hoped
That teared woman
Crys in fast and prayer
Crys for my dark self
Cries for my future
That woman crying
Tears down her body fluids
Hopefully that her anger and disappointments
May atleast flow out with them
Her body almost running dry by now
That woman calls upon God
GOD atleast make him better
That woman cries for me
That woman cries for her lineage
That woman cries night and day
How I came to be
To be what I am
I don’t know how
A slave of the world
A slave with one work song
A song entitled failure
The first stanza of calamity
The last stanza dead man where I am heading
Looking at her cry
Twists my brains
Is this what I am?
Is this my purpose to the world?
Is this the man the world wants?
Is this what God spent time Molding
Is this what the bible describes?
Just for her
Just for her I take my life back
Just for her God I stand strong
Just for her I say no
NO no no this is not me
Come mummy take this handkerchief
I don’t wannna see those tears again
I love you mummy
Copyright © FRANCIS NZIOKI
Gods and Devils
And on the saddest day,
“Men” created “Gods”
bestowing upon them
the power to terrorize “men”,
reduce them to subservience, servitude.
“Men” worshipped these “Gods”,
begged them for fulfillment, forgiveness,
petitioned them for mercy.
Blamed the “Gods” for all things
good and bad, holy or evil,
for all that happens is
“the will of the “Gods”.”
“Men” fear their own “Gods”.
Cower silently, heads bowed, as those
who “represent the Gods” pass -
Grovel before the power of an
unseen “God” – before a “Man”.
The “Gods” created “Devils”
as a defense against the “Men”
who created the “Gods”. Declared
that all who questioned the
validity of the “Gods”, and their
powers, were - “Devils” -
therefore a manifestation of “Evil”.
Thus, the “Gods” and “Devils”
created by “Man” have conspired
to hold “Man” hostage, to punish
“Man” for having the audacity
to create such “Gods” and allowing
these “Gods” to create such “Devils”.
Submitted to – Gods and Devils – Poetry contest
Copyright © John lawless
As my day slowly comes to an end
When it seems my strength is gone
As the hours seem to pass by slowly
When all I try just seems so wrong
Within my heart I seek inspiring words
A psalm that will lift my spirit high
For so often when I feel this tired
Even on my bed I have no desire to lie
I reach within my soul for divine energy
I seek with my inner voice to deeply pray
Finding I have such a great need of You
For Your soothing spirit to come my way
And as I pray silently and so sweetly
While I also gently embrace Your name
I find I shall always wait on You Lord
Knowing my happiness I will again regain
For You are the great power which saves me
The blessed assurance my heart only knows
And happily Lord I will always wait on You
Because with all my heart I love You so.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.
Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.
A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.
Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.
Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.
The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.
For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.
Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.
The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.
The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.
Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations
Copyright © Scott Bronner
As all I’d ever termed wondrous bliss unexpectedly died -
As my fantasy of a reality with destruction did collide -
My hopes shattered around me like glass in countless pieces,
Fragments suspended in mocking beauty as time freezes…
The clock hand ticks forward and it all crashes to the floor
My knees hit rock-bottom when I could take no more
All I now see is blackness where once there was color
Gone appears the light from the sun and its fervor…
I begin to walk away from the pond of shattered dreams
But the glass is in my clothes and cutting through my heart, it seems
Perhaps I am too close, the smoke is clouding my full view-
Glance up at the tower, instinctively know what to do…
Run up the steps; one, two,three hundred endless stairs
And I barely catch my breath, or have time to fill lungs with air -
Before the ground beneath my feet crumbles into sand
Loud thunder above me rumbles as I fall back down on land…
And I hit rock-bottom again
Thinking this must be the end
For surely no human can go through this pain
And still see rainbows through the rain…
The whole world seems gray and black tonight
With not a speck of pure, identifiable white in sight
Nothing is untouched, gone is everything -
Then how do I glimpse in that crack a thin white string?
Among the dirt, surely this uncorrupted clean string is not real
But just to verify the hopeless doubts, I reach out a hand to feel
And to my electric surprise, it’s most tangible indeed
I yank it out attached to a note, uncrumple it and read:
“Verily, with every hardship comes ease” [Quran 94:6]
That white thread...
Copyright © Aya Salah
He has so many names and there is so much confusion,
I'm not sure I kow them all but here are a few.
The Word of God (rev. 19:1-16)
The Word of Life (1 John 1:1-3) (1 John 1-3)
The Alpha and The Omega (rev. 1:8) (rev. 22:13)
The Bright and Morning Star (rev. 22:16)
Messiah (Daniel 9:25) (1 John 1:41)
Lamb of God (1 John 1:29)
King of Kings and Lord of Lords (rev. 19:16)
The Chief Corner Stone (1 John 20:17) (1 Peter 2:6) (Matthew 21:42)
Man of Sorrows (Isaiah 53:3)
Rod from the Stem of Jessee (Isaiah 11:10)
Holy One of Israel (Isaiah 55:5)
I am sure there are so many more that fit
fit the purpose. I would appreciate it if you
would like to collaborate I'm sure you know
some that are new, jump in if you would Please?
Copyright © Jack Ross jr.
Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree even more valuable than the gold that runs from seven hills prolongs the days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened. The Lord does hate pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom with an expected end pure love as God gives the increase I have tasted the Lord is gracious A strong warning from the savior Jesus He is Lord whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire some may say the old sage is just saber rattling Essayage the shoe on the other foot walking a mile in someone else shoes who has two left feet and one leg longer truly your feet are bound to get sore circling around the mountain just assaying the metal who is your maker I know mine For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of glory I am not straining gnats just spitting out the the filthy camel Love the Lord God Jesus and every man your neighbor all the glory of man as the flower of grass like sagebrush God made foolish the wisdom of this world put your faith and hope in God and not in men though man's urban inflections change the Word of the Lord stands sure Everlasting superior are God's ways than man's momentary dullness
Copyright © John Beam
God had a green card
But cannot get back in the gate.
The Bricks are thick
But not so tall, I think
God may need to scale the wall.
Are we safe in structures gated
Must we stay in this prison
Where women are hated.
Our bones are hidden in tunnels.
Where has my mother gone
My sisters have disappeared, been
Abducted into a cult; Suspicious
Disinterest displays their guilt.
There has been nothing to report.
Maybe she has run away
To find a new God, Someone has
Touched her, she was not safe there
In her own bed, in her own home.
Some Blackman- Chanted hate lyrics
At her; Encouraged by their overseers.
Asian cultist cursed her in the womb.
In India they ostracized and brutalized
Her melanin, Queen of England, a
Voyeur, watches through syphilic
Eyes without concern.
Beautiful cocoa,vanilla, and mustard
Babies sold or married off to smelly
suitors for sex, before puberty; mere
Children, march and are showcased
For the wicked pleasures of men.
But should I call them men?
Remember we once ruled this planet
Remember once we bore your beloved sons,
Now we work and twerk our bodies
As we answer to your perversions
We no longer dance to bring rain.
We slide down poles reluctantly
Displaying our pain.
My mother is crying for me
My sister's are crying for me.
God will ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card and shall
Return us "Back to our Spiritual selves.
We dared not become too ripe, though
We must remain agile or we be thrown away
Like rotten fruit, never to be seen again
God now has her green card and
Will return us back to our Spiritual State.
Once again - You shall call us "Heaven".
Woman, who created man in her womb..
Became the enemy of man, and has been cast off.
We cannot testify with ovaries or inverted testicles.
Soon there was no natural preference
No perspective of gender has man !
Procreation ceased,the uterus forever
Banned to bear ovarian fruit.
We who remain alive wait.
Awaiting a Foreign God who's eager to
Receive her green card, and save us from our fate.
From the hands of a wicked system
We are doused in the agony of acid
Women perish, For the mercy of death we pray.
My mother is crying for me
My sisters are crying for me.
God will again ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card;
And shall return us to our spiritual state.
Remember we once ruled this planet,
We bore your unloved seeds, who
You've turned against us; We shall
Return them unto our bosoms....And
Once again, you shall call us " Heaven" !
© Vicki Acquah
Copyright © Vicki Acquah
Bless me with your
presence, with the
tenderness of your
Bless me with your
radiant joy, for you
are all I do think
Bless me with the
happiness which only
you alone can bring...
Bless me with the
peaceful bliss which
causes my heart to
And in the morning
as I rise, the
prayer I will pray
Will tell you Lord
how deep my love is
and how it will always
remain so true.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
do you love her?
cant you see it in my tearfull eyes
and when i am angry
what hurts me inside
what are my worries
and why do i cry
why cant i just forget the things
i want to hide from my pride
what are these prayers
while walking and wondering
why do i suffer
from yearning and longing
as if grief is not enough
why is it that i refuse
to be comforted by anyone else
why do i feel so sorry for myself
no one seems to know my pain
nor does the one i love
when my voice should make it so plain
it doesn't have a choice
it can feel her name
is it a greater sin to covet
what i wish i had
and is blaming God, all together bad
why am i constantly reminded
that it is time to let go
yet hoping, always for an open door
and while i suffer all these pains
i never know if they are for loss or gain
when or if they will ever end
or do they just come again and again
do i love her?!!!
Copyright © john loving iii
My shoulders are blades of flesh,
they hold my skinny arms
to hands that hold this pen
across this page as it reaches
the end of a long lived life
that was meant to bend fold
But these feet have already
left; I can feel it in my chest.
These lips want to smile the
day away; I have nothing
else to say.
Knees to my chin, how long
has that been? To crouch, cuddle
what is now so thin. Press and
pull, it all fits in.
The warmth and the cool. These
toes are not mine, they belong to
the sublime. Up my pants you
will find my legs spindly; a jelly
belly that shakes in my tummy.
My thin arms hold loops of skin.
They are far away and my head needs
covering; but the sun warms my neck
and my face is full of laughter because
God has reached out his hand to me.
Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page
This is a shout of joy and happiness
Both streaming from my soul
Like waters from the mountains.
I open my mouth,recite and sing of his greatness,
His doings,are so much that I cant even tell
I can only lift my hands up,open my mouth to say,
Many said that I could not make it
And for a moment I thought they were right
But He proved them all wrong.
He is not mocked and His thoughts are far beyound our thoughts
He is a father to all and a provider to all,
And above all He reigns forever,
I can only lift my hands up,open my mouth to say ,
Don't look down ipon yourself,
But lift your eyes unto Him
Let Him know of your desires and He will grant you.
He is a true friend,and will always be there for you.
He is a guider to thr lost and a counsel to all.
I can only lift my hands up, open my mouth to say
What can I say?
He is beyound description,
And am lost of words to write ,
But ,I can only live to tell of His works
Lifting my hands up,opening my mouth i say,
Copyright © wamaitha beth
TRUST IN GOD
WO RAATOO KO UT KAR AKSAR
APNAY RAB SAY SHIKAYAT KARTA THA
UNDA - E - ZAY AHTEYJAAJ KO WO
LAMHEY SHIKAYAT KEHTA THA
NADAAN NASAMAJ PAGAL DEEWANA
HALAAT KI GARDISH KA ILZAAM
WO APNAY RAB KO DIYA KARTA THA
EK DIN ALLAH KO JOSH AYA
TAQDEER KO US NAY BADAL HI DALA
AP WO RAATOO KO UT KAR
ROZ ! SUJDAY KIA KARTA HAY
SHUKRAY KUDA KAY NAM PAR
HAR ROZ ROHYA KARTA HAY
US KI TAKRAR MAY US KAY AITAJAAJ MAY
EK YAQEEN KA RANG THA, EK UMEED KA DUNG THA
ALLAH KO YEH SAB PASAND AYA
BOLA! JA TUJH KO MAY NAY NAWAZ DIYA
JO MANGTA HAY MANG
JO KEHTA HAI KHAY
KAY MAY RAZI HOON TUJH SAY BAHUT
KUN KAY MAY HI TERA KHUDA HOON
WRITTEN BY SHAISTA MANSOOR
Copyright © Shaista Mansoor
God I need your Grace today. To lead me to guide to show me the way. It;s through my Lord Jesus, that Heavenly Father I pray and ask for your Grace today. As I walk in this world of uncertainty and fear, your Heavenly voice I need to hear.
To stop my mumbling, my stumbling and my short comings. To know when to open my mouth and know what to say, how to use my words and how to pray, so I again, I ask you God for your Grace today. It's through you Lord Jesus that my way has been sealed because By Your Stripes We Are Healed. Is.53:5.
And by your Grace I get complete relief, but I need you also Lord Help My Unbelief. Mark.9:24. To stand confident, tall and strong for by your Heavenly grace I know I can't go wrong, cause in this world of violence and when I don't feel safe, I can pray to you Lord and you will increase my Faith.
Because this life can be a real struggle, so I can pray again and you will keep me out of trouble. For every day that I am put to the test, It's by your Grace that I can over come and enter into your rest. It's through you Lord Jesus that my Blessing are coming like a flood.
It's because I've been redeemed by your Precious Blood. So I ask you Father for your Grace today and it's through my Lord Jesus Christ, that Heavenly Father you have made the way. Thanh You Again... AMEN.
Inspired By Joyce Meyer.
Copyright © Milton Robertson
Writing my prose,
Sometimes I try poesy,
But, what a joy!
my thoughts I find.
And so, as day by weeks
would turn into a lifetime, could be
the possibilities concocted by gods
Copyright © Wendy Meyer
The Omnescient One,
The Alpha and The Omega.
Almighty, Powerful, Unfathomable Love.
The Head of The Holy Trinity.
Jesus, The Son,
Son of God, Son of Man,
Savior and Friend.
The Lamb of God is He.
The Light and the Essence,
Of God The Father, Himself.
Seeker of Souls,
Sent to comfort you and me.
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
There's three in one, you see,
And we are created in His image,
So again there's one in three.
Body, Soul and Spirit too,
Again there's three in one.
He said,"We'll make him in Our own image,
And to teach him I'll send My Son."
"I AM THE 'A' AND THE 'Z' , THE BEGINNING AND THE END OF ALL THINGS, SAYS GOD, WHO IS THE LORD. THE ALL POWERFUL ONE WHO IS AND WAS AND IS COMING AGAIN."
"ONE DAY AFTER THE CROWDS HAD BEEN BEEN BAPTIZED JESUS, HIMSELF WAS BAPTIZED AND AS HE WAS PRAYING THE HEAVENS OPENED AND THE HOLY SPIRIT IN THE FORM OF A DOVE SETTLED UPON HIM AND A VOICE FROM HEAVEN SAID,'YOU ARE MY BELOVED SON IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED."
Copyright © Judy Ball
#1. Armaggedon is not a geographical
location. The battle goes on within us
between the will or ego and the spirit.
Divinity lives within this battlefield in
our heart and souls.
#2. Armaggedon is not a remote event in history
but an occasion for the Self to connect more fully
to the nature of Divinity which resides both within
and beyond the self in three different ways.
#3. Armaggedon. The Self is the creation of God.
The serial disasters that humanity accumulates
in our lives are not from an All Powerful God
handing out retribution or revenge or indifference.
Divinity promotes that love is primary.
#4. Armaggedon is an opportunity to realize the
personality of God within our own lives.
Justice, wisdom, love, knowledge, thoughts,
feelings and behavior, except for evil, are aspects
of the personality of God. It is our responsibility
to merge with Divinity more fully to strengthen
those aspects of divinity within ourselves.
#5. Armaggedon is not a place outside of us,
it is a symbol of our faith. Being a child of God
means you already have the inherent qualities
of God within you, we all do, no matter what
religion. Like a mother who gives birth to a child,
the child has aspects of the mother’s personality
within her. Thus, as God has given birth to us all,
we have attributes of Divinity within that we
need to grow and strengthen.
#6. Armaggedon. The fever is already raging.
in a war that surpasses all wars and that is
alive within us on a daily basis. This war
holds the souls weight of my loyalty
toward or away from love, the primary aspect
Copyright © julie heckman
Feeling anothers thoughts by touching his hands;
Can you tell who I am by my darker shades that follow the cracked, dry lines of your palms? Do you see what I hide from everyone else like a silhouetted tattoo? Can you tell that a concrete kids game isn't the only thing that almost broke the back of my mothers heart once? Is it the sound of my voice that pierces through your senses that makes you silence the memories deep within the recesses of your past?
I can see you'd rather forget about it; discouragement is written all over a face that you can't even read. Does that make me better than you? Truth is, I long to see like you. Heighten my senses, Mr. Sphere, so that I may see everything that my two small worlds can't. I want to read a book backward and forward a thousand times without being so anxious to flip forward, because I imagine you're more patient than I am. I want to know the adventures of your vivid dreaming, and how safety sounds like whenever God speaks to you. I want to be able to wrap my head around the concept of appearing to look good even when I know that my clothes, cologne, and character are wrapped around my ego like bandages I never changed; I never knew I was a walking, talking, mummified optimist until I saw the stench of the lies I told myself seeping through the eyes of loved ones. I never again want to make another cry from a false truth.
Mr. Blind eyes, could you help me to believe that their are others who look like me who see more like yourself? I don't like who I'm becoming, and I want to know that my choices won't be just for show. I want to know that when I look at my wife in her lifelines, we'll both be able to see that death has no real place in the wounds that love has healed. Bandages have to come off and stay off at some point; you'll never be able to move onto greater things until you can live with the sight of scraped knees that made sidewalk scars of your past. I want to carry her in the voice of my care, like a musical note you hold two seconds too long just because you love music. I want to be just like you, so that my child will want to look up and see more than a father worried about his job. I want to see that my breaths can take shape in the form of a beautiful baby. I want to give back.
Are you listening to me?..
God shows himself in rare forms, and sees with his heart when we ask Him out of the honesty of ours. So, by the time we've finished talking, what we've been searching for is already inside of us. God is blind to the sin of those who seek to be saved. Their will always be a second chance if you ask in an honest tone.
Copyright © Spenser Jones
Can ewe balance out those two final hits against the lives saved those that would have
continued WAR on Asian Soil those days of hell of hurting men caught by bullits and the
bayonets? Can just two bombs blasting death be counted as salvation won for all those
young boys girls old men women who died instantly in two Atomic Blasts over those two
cities of Japan. Nagasaki Heroshima eye have seen the END of time the BOOKS of GOD are
open when the Dead Arrive. Arise all sleepers in those Graves can GOD usher in those
SOULS into new places now to stay is there a place for JAPAN in Jesus Heaven? For those of
us who sinned and suffered radiation burns lost our skins and mortal coils gone some died
just screaming out in pain all normal living gone perhaps no time to say your HOLY NAMME
of Jesus. Can they live there inside your heaven is it still possible that you forgive them for
once upon the time it came to me today that a Just and Perfect GOD adjudges perfectly
those in suffering words can not describe no time to utter words of salve; but deeds looked
at made right by YOU salvation won given now to all. Eventide has come today to those
whom tomb decay whom die threw no fault of there own. Just hit twice dumped down on
Killed with anguish very slow. A special place in heaven for all those special people of Japan.
Copyright © charles hice
My heart awakens each day with a psalm,
Which I will joyfully recite for my King.
A psalm of pure love, a psalm of praise,
Because the Lord means everything to me.
And on my knees I happily speak the words,
Bowing down before his heavenly throne.
Lovingly he accepts what is spoken by lips,
For he knows their melodies are never done.
He saved me from sin’s deep darkened pit,
And from sinking into its tormented hell.
He gave his life as a ransom for me,
And now my heart each day must tell.
Of his goodness, his love, and tender mercies,
How his loving grace has set me forever free.
For he saved a lowly sinner from certain death,
Giving me his blessing of life I surely need.
And that is why my heart will tell the world
About the precious salvation he alone brings
For he is more valuable than even my own life
Because he means more than this world to me.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the
apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the
night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is
also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this
a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the
food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the
packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let
Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he
saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This
Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel
so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not
the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded
into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat
much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For
CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November
twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday
the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright
red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love.
Copyright © charles hice
FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT they aer three separated and distinct images and yet they aer one persona one giant mega person perhaps with three faces. No one has yet completely deciphered his image iff an artiste was to create to paint GOD eye suppose it could look something like an Ancient of Days upon a Throne not once but thrice with the same face three times the image of the SON being the predominate one. The first image an old ancient man. The second one is harder a Scepter in his hand of Righteousness a crown of Diadems jewelry that cannot be likened to money or material wealth but as a sign and symbol of his Authority. Jesus has a Crown for he is Ruler of this universe. The third image; that one of the Spirit, is yet harder to discern the same Jesus face in a burning glowing place. A Glow of Flame a Fire; however, made of warmth and love.
A SPIRIT made of GOD. He broke the Horn off Satan forehead gave the world back to the Flock. Gentle reader ewe just stop. Stop strife worry remember what a PRICE was paid for love and go back to the cross for there we pray. Yes we build all our deeds the love upon the Death, not counting all the cost our possessions all our love our very lives depend on Christ our King. A living GOD a loving Spirit a wonderful Father who gives more than mere health and wealthy love neither constrained or with any guile or predetermined Schism of the flesh just unconditional love without end lasting forever nothing ever is needed again love. Eye am reminded of the many infirmities of flesh the frailties of a man the Schism of his Grace as eye sit ici with this pen discovering all the needless hashing of old wounds fumbling at the hands and scars the wounds eye sometimes get as certain they aer thine not self inflicted or just mine. Schism is a wrent a tear in time the body dies the flesh in grave the light for all to see apparently asleep yet Schism thrives for eye have seen the Temple of the Lord a Saint a Lady in death’s place repose aware of nothing now her Spirit gone to Lord somehow twas more than beautiful to me no longing brought forth from Schism’s door a token portent of myself at play upon the earthly plain of dust the Grace upon her face the Peace mere word cannot her Journey over now convey, her Judgment come and gone and Heaven won all in a single word born. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Come. GOD. The maker of the Schisms all and one.
Copyright © charles hice
I listen as your love speaks out to me,
Each morning when I am allowed to rise.
Finding at that time I am assured Lord,
Your love will always be by my side.
My spirit finds peace early in the morning,
During the special quiet times we share.
My heart is ever thankful for the chance,
When my spirit finds your love so near.
My heart listens to your captivating whisper,
Which each morning sets my passion to flame.
As I rise early each day to humbly greet you,
Knowing again my life will never be the same.
My heart always begins to beat a little faster,
As my lungs each day continue to softly breathe.
I wait within your sweet tender embrace of love,
Attentively listening while your love speaks to me.
Copyright © Wendell Brown