Roaming the Streets Like a Wildcard With a vendetta,
I Ignored the Ache that was Thumping Against My Brain.
- Like Some Sort of Haunting Medicine -
It'd been Months Since Daylight. It All Started with
The Darkening of the Sky. Then After, Came The Visions.
- Street Preachers with a Cause -
Those Religious People I Befriended But Never Took
The Time To Listen to, Vanished by The Church Load.
- Then Came The Slaughtering -
Those With Souls as Black as The Richest Tar. Found
In Disturbing Circumstances, Nailed to Wood.
- All The Blood Rushing to Their Heads. -
Now All That's Left on This Limbo of a World is us.
The People Who Never Embraced nor Rejected Him.
- Ragdolls For The Devil -
Following The Light Brought Me To a Small Camp, A Fire
Blazed in the Middle, and my Arrival Attracted No Attention.
- I'll Hide From The Fire -
They Burn out Fast
If The Smoke Attracted my Attention, Then
They'll Receive More Uninvited Visitors.
- For Now I'll Sleep Near The Camp Not in It -
- Sleeping Near Company Eased The Mind -
- Made it Possible -
Random Scuffling and Gasps Followed By The Screeches
and Noises Caused by Tearing Flesh. It Woke Me From Security.
- Raping Murdering Creatures -
Upholding Their Design
The Noise Died Down and Uneven Footsteps Trailed into
The Distance Behind a Deranged Doppler Effect.
- ....Tend to The Wounded -
You Can Talk to Them Minutes Before Their Bulb Blows,
But How Do You Console The Damned?
- Life is Terminal -
A Cancer Created to Spread, and Spread We Did.
- God Added Restrictions -
Every Pregnancy Miscarried by Involuntary Abortion.
- Humans, Following In League With Dinosaurs. -
... If God Wants You Dead,
Where Can You Hide ? ....
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
Armaggedon is not a place where Divinity
lives war and plunder. Armaggedons' battlefield
is within our heart and souls.
It is not a remote event in future history but an
actual occasion for the Self to connect more fully
to the nature of God in he present.
Armaggedon is not the end of the world or an
upcoming historic deadline for disaster. It is
in the war within the heart and soul of the individual.
The Self is the creation of God. The serial disasters
that we accumulate in our lives are not about an
All Powerful God handing out retribution.
Revenge is not in the seed of divinty, who
contends that love as primary.It is our own battle
Armaggedon is an opportunity to realize the
personality of God within our own lives.
Justice, wisdom, love, knowledge, thoughts,
feelings and behavior etc. are all aspects of
the personality of God who created us. It is
our responsibility to merge with Divinity more
and more to strengthen the relationship
between ourselves, God and all people. This means
battling away that which is adverse to our lives.
Being a child of God means you already have the
inherent qualities of God within you, we all do,
no matter what your 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 all of us, we have attributes
of Divinity within that we need to grow and
strengthen. Armaggedon is not a place outside
of us, it is a symbol of our growing faith.
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
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!!!!!
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
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
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...
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?
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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."
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.
"A good-controversy is-just-like a real-tasty pot of-beans; replenishing
the water-you-have to-keep-them stirred-up, lest you-do-this-they-tend to-
get to tasting-bad, getting-stuck-on-themselves, burning to-the bottom-of the-
"I mean imagine if you will one thought or existence where there is nothing of evil,
everything of goodness, then imagine if you will the latter... ? Where then is there
more comfort in the fathoming... ?"
"In the purpose of liberty and for the evolution if you will of growth towards an abiding
unity with God and man, my choice if I am bold enough is to in the offering - allow
myself to know them both as they are - so I may be moved myself in the direction; of
pure divinity... ."
"No; we as creators being gifted or so bestowed as we all are with the powers of free
will and the intuition to weigh the realities of these truths, well often times absent of the
adoration; thereby-insight (I know now; for myself, as I am being-shown-when I am
opened myself to-look) this virtue granted us through-this prominent-consideration - we
alone as a result within ourselves without this, create our own follies as it were... and
as it is it is as well why I think, feel, believe; have-faith now that God in His eminence
offers these blessings - all evolving as one as they are in-Him as a gift unearned; of
His Unconditional-Grace, Mercy; Forgiveness."
"Because indifference is the plague of the heart I am coming to find - blind
tendentiousness the babbling brook sown solely of this denial - abiding absent
of this Forgiveness, Mercy - forevermore feeding it's root - latter the boldness,
passion; pureness, perfect opportunity; honest beauty/eminent-blessing...
yes; provision, of this Grace... ."
"The hyphens are all used in conjunction with one another for recording
purposes for the disabled."
As young people, we feel we are in fact immortal,
like the pits of death will never cut the breathe of our pharynx short,
until tragedy strikes and reveals to us that death and sorrow have no respectable persons
regardless of race,gender,nor age, my revelation came in the form of a massive ef-5 tornado,
as I sat in the hall along side my mother, we could feel such uneasiness and vexation,
as if we were a two time felon in the courtroom during sentencing, then the mallet drops,
wind consuming us,debris flying overhead,I heard the house I resided in being ripped to shreds,
I felt my body rising off of the floor, I just knew I was dead,
wish I could tell my family bye, I love you deeply within,
then I begin to cry out Lord please forgive my unspoken sins,
dirt circulating everywhere, I could not open my eyes,
then I felt someone tightly clinch me, I guess he heard my cries,
after the storm it was such a unique calmness,
like a mother after she conceives,
suddenly I heard people crying out, trapped under debris,
I continued to ponder where did the hands come from that saved me...
it was my mother, she told me she would die for me, because ill always be her baby..
Refrigerator Love (Poem)
God, I don't really know why You made the breadth of Your Son's arms stretch far enough apart to allow your living breath inside of dying lungs like mine. My sin is the tree cut down and shaped into the crucifix. For years, I took the blood of Your Son and smeared it over the wood, trying to splinter the genes from Your hands from ever matching mine.
So why are you still molding me in Your image? I've always been attracted to the wrong people, places and things like a noun with bad grammar, but You spell I love you all over my surface like refrigerator magnets until it sticks. I've been outdated since the day I was born, and the 90's left my life so fast I swear they ran to the 21st century outlet to pick up a better model of me. My insides have grown freezer frigid over the years, but You've kept my heart preserved. I've left a few more spoiled memories on my shelves longer than I would've liked. Back then, I just loved the look of them still alive in me so much that I never learned to let go when I thought my life was still in one piece. Compost my past like the gardener You are. I'm on my knees begging to You to plant and harvest seeds in Your fields that will grow into fruits without expiration dates. Father, Your food is eternal because Your love is everlasting. Reverse me like a walking tomb, and let me be the body for Your Spirit to live in.
Tend to my inside circuits, and help me be a bright, electrical vessel,
Continually kept running through the night so others can see You too.
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.
Tears of the living but painful souls are in my eyes.
Tears of the children whose destiny has been robbed;
Tears of the youths whose right has been denied;
Tears of the old parents seeing their wards dying in the hands of suicide bomber.
Tears of the animals are seeing their young ones dying of starvation.
My eyes are full of their tears.
If don’t cry their tears out, I may lose my sight.
Tear of the sea seeing fishes bodies floating on surface of the deep,
Tears of the birds that are falling from the sky; begging humanity to end shooting at the sky
Tears of the sand that is seeing millions of corpses in shallow little graves.
Tears of the poor seeking for freedom that look like mirage.
I can’t stop my eyes from crying their tears, if I do , who will understand that people have tears in their eyes unexpressed.
Tears of unborn generations that keeps me awake all nights.
Tears of the innocent babes in the womb that will be denied of their right.
Tears of seeing images of God begging for food in the midst of abundant of natural resources.
Tears of nations that are suffering in the hand of monsters.
My eyes are dimed , not because of my age; but because of the suffering of creatures; That has taken ages; and yet to end.
Each time I see tears in my eyes, I saw nations in bondage chain;
When will our tears be heard by God?
Looking down the streets,
I saw creature’s eyes pushing out from the windows ;
In pitiful manner, begging their God for the return of Hope.
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe
The good news is THIS, Salvation has come to EARTH.
The bad news is to some of you; it is only found in JESUS.
There is a prevalent personal jesus in the CHURCH today
So that people have confused the works of the spirit with Salvation, judging
others by what they themselves of course are doing wrong even neglection of
Christ as the cornerstone. Also there is an inflated self-important personage
inside people, not as something special made of GOD, but as something
fashioned not from GOD at all, but from their laws. The first thing to remember is
the wooden thing the CROSS, how JESUS stretched his arms and gave to us his
life, HIS DEATH is saving us. HE laid inside a TOMB of absolutely stone in a
place no one really ever wants to go.
Conflict comes when people live in houses and drive cars money is the plastic
jesus ruling all their lives and hearts.
Let me tell you Mister LAW if you have murdered to further your influence and your
wealth you just may someday wake up in a burning HELL. For the final chapter
written in the judgment hall of GOD is the Hell of GOD to come from judgment to
them all the naked and the dead shall stand there and give account of everything
they done to a JUST and living GOD. No badge upon your chest no belt with
bullits and with guns. No one to take your place for HE is sitting on the throne
judging everyone. The Trick if trickery there is to come is to say the namme of
JESUS and just do it quickly for there is horror waiting in the afterlife for someone
misinformed in LAW. Rich men seldom win the battles with the sin. Everyone
needs JESUS. Say JESUS and come in to a Heaven made of LOVE.
Was evil created by G0D?
Evil is not a thing
You cannot have a jar of evil
but a can of worms exists
So, is evil the lack of good
or is good the lack of evil
ponder, ponder, ponder.
Holes are real
but exist only in
the absence of dirt
is a hole
but cannot be
separated from dirt
God created choice
we may choose good
or reject good
a bad union is
a lack or rejection of good
but is not created as such.
does cold exist?
or is cold the absence of heat
or heat the absence of cold
does darkness exist?
is darkness the absence of light
or light the absence of darkness
if there is no possibility
for the absence of good
then humanity would serve God
out of obligation, not choice
Why do they hate so?
They expound forgiveness
But malign half of humanity
It is the gravest sin
That they do not wish to know
The human race cannot exist
Without a mixture of men and women
Men crave priority
While the woman is meant to follow
Through ignorance and machismo
They delete themselves from posterity
The creed of embracing all that they preach
Forgotten when selecting the gods
That inhabit their one sided hierarchy
They court and woo controversy
Discriminating on a grand scale
The X chromosome
Must have only a reproductive role
Of no spiritual worth
A selfish message they send
To future generations
Today will be tomorrows past
Spitefulness will be all they have to tell
To a more liberal generation
Who may think ; what the hell!
The stain of no sisterly love
The hard fought for longevity of a church
That for some is the centre of society
Stifling female advancement
Is a wanton disregard for the maker
Who created all in his image
We are told that
He loves us all
No matter if we wear pants or skirts
The soul it seems has no sex
Side-lined for their femininity
Traduced for being as god created
Women are second class in a world
Where acceptance of the divine
Should outweigh gender dog fighting
A shaky foundation is today’s Christian ethos
The lack of understanding and
The ability to forgive
Has reduced respect for a beacon of society
A grievous and irrevocable manoeuvre
The male domination of the soul
Is but a wilful and audacious folly
The human race will not exist
If women are thought of as a bother
To look at the future of the church
Is to gaze into a cloudy ball
The smoke of destruction evident to all about
Except the Don Quixotes
Who stubbornly fight the inevitable
Bolstered by their own ill will
The health of the church
Is paramount for its survival
The acceptance of those who believe
Irrespective of their genes will extend
The work on earth of Christ above
Let us worship and serve god as one
Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace
The Snow Camelia hedge row is in full bloom. Lovely white as newly fallen snow against waxy dark emerald green. The sun broke the horizon in a pastel pink but very swiftly turned to a clear horizon. The area where the sun ball rises is a golden glow. Thank you God for a chance to live another day and another Thanksgiving. Now surrounded by sounds_crows, roosters, and a bird sound that is just chir-rup really mimics a cricket but not. The cold is penetrating saying go inside escape the cold go to a warm place. Once again God thanks for a warm place to go and its comfort. The ambrosia needs to be made, getting breakfast, and four people need to get ready. The sun is touching the top of the trees and duty calls come..
When I was in the 8th grade i learned how to solve a Rubik's cube
and by about half way through my freshmen year I was a master
I could make cube flowers, and checkerboards and any pattern you want!
I could make white crosses and yellow crosses and red crosses and any cross
in less than thirty seconds!
I could put any piece anywhere
I could manipulate the cube with my fingers
and I could do it fast
but the thing about solving Rubik's cubes is that it is easy
all you have to do is memorize a handful of twisty turny patterns and when to use them
It is one of those tings that once you memorize you know
and I am good at those things
I am a very analytic person
and of course because of that I am inevitably not a very spiritual one
but I am surrounded by spiritual people
I live with them
they have been praying for me since before I was born
and preaching to me everyday after
They tell you in Sunday school that if you ask God to save you he will
and it's as simple as that
but then when you start to go to real church
it becomes bigger than that
you see other people feeling things
and they talk about feeling things
" I feel like God is telling me to do this"
" I feel like God is telling my to say this"
" I feel like God is going to heal you"
" I feel... I feel...I feel"
My favorite is during worship
when the leader stops singing
and the music just keeps playing
and piano chord after chord
and guitar strums after strums go on
and I look out among the people
and it is like they a frozen
and I see them and I know they must be feeling something
and so I try and feel with them
I shut my eyes tight and hold my hands out like they do
I search and search for their feeling and there is nothing
and the worship leader says softly into the mic
" I feel God's presence"
and I try to feel God's presence too
and I can't
I want God to be something that is easy to obtain
I want to manipulate him like I do a Rubik's cube in my hand
I want to memorize and know him
But the truth about finding God is that it is not easy
I can make white, yellow, red, any cross , but I can't feel the God that they swear died on a cross for me
I can memorize scripture like twisty turny patterns, but I can't know God like I do a Rubik's cube.
And after analyzing all the facts
I am left to think
That maybe knowing God is so hard
Because unlike a Rubik's cube
he is not there
I have more faith in a Rubik's cube than God
Because unlike God
the cube is always there for me.
these are the words of a seeker of light
a believer in the knowledge of old
through our fathers we reach a new height
from their lives, and the stories they've told
we must never forget, or sunder the ties
that binds us all to our past
for that is where our virtue lies
honoring them, our Nations will last
the river is calling out to be free
and the sky, is where it's spirit will fly
now, i hear the gentle voice of the tree
gathering the winds, as they go by
the fish in the river frolic with the bait
as our men on the bank strive to catch some
they seldom see them, yet still they wait
landing a few, whose time has come
the dog is silent, and watching for now
the beaver is home dry, and resting
we could be as free, if we knew how
to ride lifes wave to its' cresting
there are birds on the water, and some overhead
they float, or soar, with the ease of belonging
each content to live where God has led
feeling no sense of lacking, or longing
deer come down to the shallows to drink
then return, to lay again in the shade
they have no reason for fear, they think
knowing somehow, our meals are all made
i look to my poeple, and see reflections of me
listen to the shouts, of the children at their game
i am at peace, and the spirits agree
this land and our TREASURE, are one and the same
we've cars now, and jobs for the taking
and fierce pride in anscestors long gone
ours is a "new" life, of our own making
and our Fathers are still with us, as we go on
living this life that we love
with peace, and harmony in the sharing
looking always to God above
for He is "Creator", alive, and still caring
as long as our Mother, this land, is still somewhere
and Wakan Tonka (?) lives in my heart
then where i am, He is there
nobility, honor, pow'r and love cannot part
all this concrete, these people, so different from me
that surrounds, and closes off my horizons
all the baubles, light, shadows, trinkets, and wares that i see
can't seperate me from the Wise Ones
they are only proof that i'm free
and i can still go home
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.
That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree? Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.
Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.
A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.
Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.
For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between. Choose now.
For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.
Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.