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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 ? ....
Armaggedon is not a place where Divinity
lives, the battlefield is within our heart and souls.
It is not a remote event in history but an occasion
for the Self to connect more fully to the nature of
God. Divinity resides both within and beyond
Armaggedon is not the end of the world or an
upcoming historic deadline for disaster. It is
in 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.
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.
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 faith.
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?!!!
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!!!!!
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
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?
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
"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."
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
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...