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War Against The Flesh - Part 3

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 ? ....

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HE WAS asleep
Between space and time
The first light on the world
Floated idly
On him
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

Written on 8/20/2014	 

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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.

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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

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The Day the Doctor Told Me

On the day
When the doctor told me 
My whole heart crushed 
Melting like snow in summertime
Leaving me to wonder 
Was this moment 
My realty 
A fantasy 
Cause even though I don’t go to church 
Every Sunday 
I knew God wouldn’t plague me 
With a curse such as this 
I was too young to die 
Carry an illness which could 
Define me 
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!!!!!


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God And Woman

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...


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Strong woman
That woman 
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

That woman 
Who sighs behind the mirror 
Sighs in memory
Memories and feelings
Hardships she went through 
To feed my whole stomach

That woman
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

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Hope You Know My Name Part Two

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?

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Thread of Hope

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...
Of hope.

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A running chestnut or no - on essay,idiocracy

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

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Christ Child

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

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Pleasure in Possibilities

Writing my prose,
Sometimes I try poesy,
another pleasure.
Untrained. Unskilled.
But, what a joy!
to freedom,
my thoughts I find.
And so, as day by weeks
would turn into a lifetime, could be
the possibilities concocted by gods
may be.

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The Blind Man

Blind man
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.

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A Central Focus "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- pot... ." "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."

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Father God,
The Omnescient One,
The Alpha and The Omega.
Almighty, Powerful, Unfathomable Love.
The Head of The Holy Trinity.

Jesus, The Son,
Love Incarnate.
Son of God, Son of Man,
Savior and Friend.
The Lamb of God is He.

Holy Spirit,
The Light and the Essence,
Of God The Father, Himself.
Convictor, Teacher,
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."

                                                                                                  Rev. 1:6

                                                      Luke 4:21-23

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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. 

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In the Eye of the Storm

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..

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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. 

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Fable 666

Fable 666 


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. 
Fable 666     

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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.
Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe 

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Refrigerator Love

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.

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God and Evil

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

something else

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

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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

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One More Thanksgiving

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..

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 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.

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The Spirit of Christmas

John and Bath, short for Bathsheba Adams, were quite a pair.  Nothing ever got them down, except maybe an occasional cold.  Even then she would take hers out into the cold winter day of the back parking lot of the slum tenement building.  Where, there, she would nudge three of the fifteen cats trying to climb her double tattered blue jeans, out of the way, in order to stand and offer her cold up to God, seeing that it was all she had to offer Him and really she would be grateful, as well as giving up her only possession.   She often asked God why He didn’t seem inclined to come and keep them company, because she believed in Him heart, body and soul and talked to him constantly because John just got tired of listening.  She and John loved each other and no other.  She hadn’t worked steadily in Lord knows when.  John on the other hand got hurt on the job just before he was vested in company rights and the pitiful settlement he received was long gone.  He was left as barely good company for Bath, telling her over and over to just wait ‘til “he gets back on his feet” literally.  But that is not an option any longer, so Bath feels the need to keep him company. They really only had what you might call one vice.  That being because you might say they were wasting good money for no good reason.  They religiously bought two, one dollar lottery tickets every day that passed.  Well, there it was, the day before Christmas and Bath didn’t have money but for one ticket.  Well, she hotfooted down through Chinatown because there were still barbers there who would buy hair and she wanted to give John a special lottery ticket for Christmas.  The deal done she was cold as the mischief and begging God not to let her sinus get worse as she headed through the light rain for those lottery tickets.  John, meanwhile was hobbling down to get his ticket.  She always insisted that he walk to the corner himself so if he won he would feel like he had bought the ticket.  The rascal stopped and sold his crutch.  Can you belive, for $1 he sold his crutch.  Well, to cut to the chase, some friends carried him home after he bought the ticket.  Beth came in and after a bowl of soup, they had a prayer and wished each other merry Christmas and exchanged the two tickets which were the gifts.  Well, my story ends here.  I'm not going to tell you one or both won the lottery.  But in the spirit of Christmas I will say they lived quite long, and they were very happy while they lived. 

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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

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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
Does imperil
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                

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Creation, Curse and Promise

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.

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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

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Rocks and Limes

~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ..... ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ..... ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ..... ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ .................... ~ ""Love knows- no division... an open- decision adversity matters-not... Love seize-the-opportunity - "God's- Heart - an open-playground-the-World; His-Grand Churchyard!"" ""Empowered are those-who know-this; remain-willing... live to show-this-be- honest with-themselves - "They know - peace is not fleeting - in the offering Love is abounding!"" ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ..... ... . .. ... .. . . . ~ "Time is patient, yes?" "God created it if you would be willing to consider this, if to believe in Him, you do, or do not." "Who says that it's not righteous to question the one who made everything?" "Though I would never myself if I'm not willing to remain patient with Him, am not open to His answer." "Here is an example if you will... ?" .......................................... "I used to live in Florida. We had a lime tree in the side yard. I picked up a lime one day, and something, (I believe it to be God now) told me to toss it up and try and catch it-keep doing it. Moving to fast I kept dropping it time and again. It was frustrating; very! The idea hit me that if I were to slow down I might then have a greater chance of catching it on a more regular basis. It turned out to be the truth. This was my first moment of enlightenment. Soon I was tossing it and moving faster than when I originally was when I first began. I talked with my idea at the time of God. Having slowed down, I was able to hear Him far better as well. I came to know of even more of Him through my curiosities I gave to Him, all my questions, considerations... concerns. With each toss He answered me without fail, with the truth and various and even more greater levels of this same truth. It has been some years now. The limes I used to fail in catching them and sometimes they used to fall and bop me right on my face head and even my nose. I live else where now, don't have any limes, but I have plenty of rocks, if I look... ! Either lime or rock, God I have found is a Gentleman, always willing to teach me, though sometimes the lesson, can be hard." ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes ~ ~

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The war that can be won

The mind commands the body immediately obeys, the mind order itself and it meets arrogance and lets that mean genie out of the bottle.

In your addictions the line between life and death is very thin a war that has only one win if you keep using and letting that evil genie in; death is slow and sure. These are the guideline that you have set; stop and think, do you like being satan pet? keep this thought on your mind, the setting of guidelines belong to God not man!

Logic is blinded and you forget about the past, the future is an unknown; why just to get high? Every endeavor is a challenge is it not, just for a high that just don't last.

Fear not all is not lost! Addiction is a war that can be won, that is if you keep certain things in your mind, fighting it with all your heart, and all of your mind. Lean not on your own understanding, but finding faith in God of your own understanding;. Place your trust in Him; He not demanding.

Addiction and recovery encompass neatly identical tactics, they are both learned behavior and they are both controlling factors. Neither one accept anything less than total victory. the first one will bring about your destruction and second one brings about a chance to live a life free from bondage.

Open your eyes don't let illogical thinking be your guide, living life with satan by your side, just for the brief moment of that high. This life type of living is shaded and it is unkind; demons controlling your mind.
 Word to the wise, wisdom and strength comes from the One that is Setting most high; let the Lord edify. Life in the Word will become excitedly gratifying ; in this your will find strength without any boundaries and all that you need is faith and belief that Jesus can set you free; Pick up His words and read John 3:16.  
Nothing beat a failure but a try; so I pray for you and so please stop getting high.

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The Giving Trees 1

I went about to pray one day to Jesus, and as I looked around I gazed in my way upon a place a ways, afar, and so I could see the generous gapes of the giving trees, as so they are. Nestled down between the broken valley (of Gods’ open will). As they were one better for me to be seen, and in a greater measure and for the long standing passion of my fancy, still. For yes they are the one true rare beauty’s left in the way of this one most humble land. With the wholesome hearts and outstretched hands. As amid this... the ladder days of the Summers fall, they stand at their ready to provide their goodness to whom ever... may come to call. For they are open too for the many come a feathered wing. To bring for them the finer nature of a better thing. With one a purpose brought forth... by the way of an open heart, one so softly spoken. There they live for to serve God as they move in the way of the pureness, and by the way of the promise one given of His tender love, and devotion, and as well they are one better also as a haven, and as well... for the wisdom so honestly given and found to be well, within the nature, of the raven. As to offer, a sweeter fruit is what they bring. As to sway they dance. As in their joy they sing, and for the love of a life as so to renew. Another day has risen up and shines upon them mid sparkling morning dew, and if you were to hear them in the depths of your soul, you would have listened. As gingerly they move in unison. So as to shimmer in-their way together, as they glisten, and as for a gift for all. A grateful heart is for them their only passion. As it is in their way, and by our Lord God the Father, One so... (forever, fashioned.) “God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.“ John 4:16 (New King James Version) I pick all of the Winter Holy days because I feel and believe this poem in its forming and message can be found in the very cruxes of each and every one of them, believing as well that in their conditioning's as they are, each are in and by their virtues all inclusive to the God of our Fathers, thereby entirely open to the reliance in and relevance of remaining in an honest state of consideration of the omnipotence, and purity of His blessings of Love, Mercy, Forgiveness, and Grace. In every branch, in the representation of the tree in this poem, I believe it is an honest telling of the true Love of God! Hyphens are so used for recording purposes for the disabled.

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~ (~) ~ Dedicated in Love to My Little Sister ~ Tina ~ My Songbird ~ (~) ~

Sissy little Sissy... you fought all your days as it were... . But grateful I am because what you left behind for me is the wealth of your heart so-open... precious... unconditional, pure. Yes Sissy with your broken lungs and all, watching the other children run... as they play. Faithful you were though even given the-burden of-this. You knew that in Heaven you'd be able finally yourself to do this, you knew with God everything carries the pleasure, of a brighter day... ! Now I know you are with Him, I honestly believe running like children will run come them in their glory by name, all their days, Monday through Sunday... ! God knows... it was my hope for you-you would be brought to know them in their freedom... joy... yes... their fun... ! You taught me the greatest thing as you sat talking with everyone through those tender moments given you, gasping for-air... ! Knowing, trying to offer them this truth... . Because being merely six and one half at the time still you knew, had been shown this yourself, were grateful, prayed to remain. You knew "Love is patient, kind and generous, heavenly, faithfully-and-eagerly; tenderly-aware... ." And Sissy-too... I believe now given that day you passed... beams of light shining strait on you in your bed in your room, dust gently drifting... . God He came down as the waterfalls do personally picked you up and carried you off to Heaven with Him... ! And I can't wait myself someday as well, yes I can only hope as I pray now to see you there... ! Signed forever grateful: Your brother ~ Jamie ~ Author notes

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The decadence of Society, RUDE, has finally sickened me; the only thing to do is 
pray to GOD to quicken me when he bumped me and all eye did was make the 
references to his ancestory his intentions were just nominal he wanted to survive 
and they think that they are GOD the man was nice until eye started to converse 
with him it rally hurts there feelings when eye have a less terse verse the Mexican 
bumped my bag and actually hit it with his arm in an effort to move it out of his 
way HOW ROOD is that he was in my way and no where for me to go the traffic 
was thick and the curb was near my foot 
 then the boy looked super surprised wiping the glaze out of his eyes Oh, he had 
surmised it He said this to the Driver “I am not even listening to you I am talking 
to someone on my Rude Cell Phone
and he pointed to the window with his cup so carefully held up to keep from 
spilling and he gestured at the man to sit somewhere else just go away eye am 
so rude eye am the rudest man alive today the man was trying to dominate 
someone that will not be ruled over by another man and so he lost his battle plan 
his rude was wasted then eye almost let it go but had the last word out the door 
One thing was certain they never even noticed me 
never saw me as a person they just played out their ruminations
just giving me the benifit of their public conversation the girls talked non plussed 
non pulsed and non stopped they never cared for anyone but them they kept the 
confab going even into coffee time THAT stuff that you are wanting me to have 
just keep it with you and take it with you please just SHUT your mouth like that 
and then she left another string of profanity pointed back in my direction and the 
damage had been done now here's this poem. 

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If God Made Fetus Why Did Abortion Happen

Dearest Father,

Some are still drinking the milk, sorry for bothering you with this letter and prose. 
You see into the future, but still made a baby in a womb of a lady being left behind? 
Now why would you do such a thing? tsk tsk...I mean you are only the God of the 
earth and nothing you do should be questioned? The bible says you take your own 


You saw the abortion happening anyway, but put it in the womb just the same?


Yes I see this prophetically and through holy spirit, a revenge tactic on the one to 


Well not many will understand your revenge tactics and question the most Holiest of 
beings as to why you would do such a thing...

Me on the other hand understand all your methods God because I am not drinking 

Love Me...your forever Mystic and Great supporter!

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i hate love

How do I live without her?
How do I face the day?
How do I keep my sanity?
While my life slips away

How do I survive with out her?
Now my life is so cold
I can’t live without her
 She no longer walks this world 

Try so hard to understand
Because there’s no reasons why
She belongs beside me
Not with god in the sky

Want to say goodbye to tomorrow
But this life don’t belong to me
So until god really for me to join her
I must learn to live in misery

Love turns my mountain
In to a little stone
Love sends a knife inside me
Didn’t stop till it hit the bone

How do I tell my heart? 
There’s nothing to live for
How do i say to my life? 
 I don’t need you no more

And oh how I hate love
For what it’s done to me
It turns my fairy tale
In to a horror mystery

Why did faith direct this?
And who wrote the script
Why did they turn my life? 
Into a tales fro the crypt

Everyday I get older
My pain is getting worst
And when the grim reaper comes
This chapter will close

And in the green valley
Where the water flows
On the hill under a willow
Is where my soul will go

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My name is Perfection

I wore "cold" like a too sheer dress that never fit quite right.
And I held tattered unsent love letters like a shield over my chest.
And every time I shivered and my bones cracked, I swore. It's for the best.

But you stared just a little too deep and a little too long and you noticed
Just a little too easily the way all that ice on my heart reflected your silhouette
In crystal prism just a little too beautifully even before we met.

Your fingers leapt. forward. fearfully. and when they grazed my skin
I saw the shock of it sizzle your eyelashes. and you grasped so tight.
Then with out reservation We completely conquered Us. 
Breaking down while tearing up.
You kissed my cerulean lips till they blushed. My soul begged you to say my name.
And you called me "Perfection".

The resulting rush. The crush. of gravity into the singularity forming in my chest
And making my eyes sing. This is what it is to LIVE poetically. And not just write it.
This is the sum of Day-mares and Night-dreams that drowned me too many times
Till I tired of choking on lonely while calling it "apathy".

This is what all these people fear and lust and beg for like addicts and whores
Conjugated like fragmented sentences running on forever and tripping on critics.
Let's waltz badly to the sound of familiar hearts screaming in hoarse voices,
Pleading for this kind of Serenity.

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My world was empty,
And no real joy filled my life.
Lonliness,Depression and Fear were my constant companions.
I sought reliief from my lonliness in dreams and books,
For they were my only friends.

Then, You found me.
You quietly called to me.
You patiently waited for me to finally hear Your voice.
Your gentleness slowly calmed my fears,
And assuaged my emptiness.

Now my world is no longer empty;
For You have filled it with Your love.
Joy fills my soul,
And I no longer seek escape in dreams or fantasy,
For Your love is real.

I hungered, and You fed my spirit.
I thirsted, and You filled my soul.
I feared, and You comforted me.
I was so alone, and You called me Your Own.
I was lost, and now I am found.

I love You.

At times people everywhere will take advantage of you, whether at work, at home or wherever, that happens sometimes. Maybe more often to some than to others. The thing is, PEOPLE will fail you, let you down, disappoint you, That's LIFE.
God won't fail you. God won't let you down. God won't disappoint you. THAT'S GOD, He's there. You just have to look for Him and trust Him.

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#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
of God.

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Lost Love Found by WLM on March 29, 2011

I need not scream
For the return of my dream
I feel so much better
For from her I received a letter
Her feelings were not of being mad
But of making me feel glad
She still wants me
And that is the way it should be
There was never a great cost
Nor even a feeling of being lost
When I heard from my love
All was still sent from heaven above
She finally did show
And my face had such a great glow
For me she does still need
So for now I will not concede
She still loves me so
In my heart I will always know
To me she will still marry
Now my head is not in a flurry
And a family we will still start
In mine heart I will sing like a lark
As God meant us to see
Together we will always be
In the simple breeze
I will hold her in my arms to squeeze
Now that I have my dear
I will lose all my fear
I have my best friend back
Oh God thank you for that
For with her I have no doubt
Thank you God I will never be without
She has made me so happy I still cry
For in my heart I do not want to die
All the feelings of dread
Have been put out of my head
To her I have so much to give
And for all of that we will always live
We must always treat each so well
My heart can only swell
I feel so young again
And that is where she will begin

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~ (~) ~ Praying Under the Gravity of Apples ~ (~) ~ (Part #1 of 2) ~ (~) ~

"Fate in the hands of God always beholds a greater future I'm finding. As- its opportunity reflects this... His- devotion for all of us I believe honestly telling of this... . Here-in the reflection- of the tender waters of-this humble- stream. And as I cast- away my hopes to- Him, my faith sighs, and my joy runs freely- behind me there- over yonder to- greet me- skipping- across the- meadow. Because I- know that- perfect like- an apple falling from a tree upon all of us, His goodness can be- found cascading down rustling up the leaves- slip drop too and fro slip drop bop bop thunk thunk- crying look out below thunk, ouch. Barreling down faster and faster through the air running along with it past the- proposal of each on every branch. Dancing through-time laughing hysterically. And as a small breeze blows my heart beats-eagerly, and with all that we've been through together, my soul lies down- chuckling, confidingly, knowing now that He's in complete- control. Grace weeps willingly for me knowing it has always been- with me, this perfect way with Him ever greater in the- respect. Concentrated and open my patient prayer having- been my only reprieve securing my repose. While with a rustle rustle slip drop bop slip drop bop, thunk- thunk. Leaning back up under it letting go of my fishing pole- with closed eyes I reach out catch an apple and then another. Snatching two up out of the air in the palm of my hands while sitting up, I laugh a ha... ! Finally I got you! Open my eyes drop one, swipe my pole back up again bob my head as to say you go boy. Chomp down on the other and rather cockily and over confidently laugh louder, then louder. Swallow hard, real hard, slowly, suddenly. As another falls quietly slip drop thunk smack then I'm caught again, "shouting ouch". As it lands and whacks me hard right on the top of my head! God snickering loudly, as I know He must surely be as I know I most certainly am.

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A soldiers tale

So young and naive, the young soldier goes out for the first time in battle. He'll never forget 
the horrific scene, seeing his comrades slain like cattle. He'll never forget the cries of pain he 
heard on the battlefield that night. There was nothing he could do to save them, he lied there 
consumed with guilt and fright.

 As the sun came up he looked all around at all the mayhem that happened during the night, 
he fell to his knees and said god help me please help me through just one more night. Night 
came and went and god had spared him his life. Broken and bruised he heard the beautiful 
sound of choppers he was going home to his wife.

Now an old man he can still hear the cries of his comrades so many years ago, a tear runs 
down his face because he knows in his heart that he was and always will be a hero.

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A highway to heaven
They who created him above
Claim to have
Despite their hands
Washed in the blood of all who oppose
Their reverential unchanging dogma

Centuries of blinding
Those that willingly believe
Has embolden those that
Profess to know the
Secrets of life and of eternity

How loud they cry of the holiness of
God’s divinity
They denounce all but
The complex mutually exclusive tenets
They forcefully expound

Up on high is salvation
One usually starts the journey
After languishing in a grave
No one has yet returned
To tell tales of nirvana above

You must believe what your senses say
Is definitely untrue
If you do not it’s the inquisition for you
Giving two fingers to
The creed of live as you will
Those that have a control streak
Lambast any wavy interpretation
Of life on this earth

We must cherish our individuality
Groupings abound
But you must never forget
To ask – what about me ?

Religion is a celebration
Of our living on this earth
We should celebrate him above
And not dogma
Preached with bellicose sentimentality

Clues in nature suggest a powerful
Presence among us
A seed encapsulates the wonders
That his might can achieve
A tree is his gift to us he loves

Rods of insensitive philosophy
That the tenets of faith expound
Show humanity as its most brutal
Why cant we just be at peace
And not be harassed by religiosity

When a man needs another to know his maker
He can easily be fooled
No active intelligence is needed
Nor access to a creed
To know him
That fulfils our needs

God is love
Hope gives peace
Kindness and fraternity is to be cherished
Love your brother
No matter what his faith

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I Cry

I cry for a loved one
I cry for I hurt that he is gone
I cry through the memories of 40 years ago
I cry for I hurt deeply 
I cry for the comfort to ease my pain
I cry and as I do; I feel guilt grasping my soul
I cry for as I see memories pass away,  which I cannot reach again
I cry to see my dear friend again and his company to ease my pain
I cry for wrongs done in my life long to atone with my friend
I cry for the people I have hurt, and wish for them, with me to lament
I cry, for in 40 years I saw my good friend once as a complete and gracious soul
I cry, as God holds my friend’s hand and walks through death to a life with no end
I cry for I see happiness in the face of God and friend
I cry and mourn, with a yearning to see my friend again, a friend of God’s
I cry for all the pain I have suffered all my life as anger builds and to self hate
Teeth, grind, gnash and resentment builds within my self-pity
I cry for things I have not gained in my life and my anger builds higher, higher and 
mounts as if to reach no end
I cry! But it is true that my friend and GOD know my thoughts are hopelessly 
I pause, and listen to the silence
“You cry for yourself and you’re your selfish misdoings.” A voice does  
exclaim. “Stop; for your God and passing friend love you.”
 “You cry for the materials of a world which you leave behind.”
“Please friend of mine let our Creator and this friend smile with you.”
“Rise above your pity; smile, laugh and live, full, as we all did before.”
And cease your tears; for God and your friend love you.”

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~ (~) ~ ... "Barter Nothing; Offering Everything" ... ~ (~) ~

~ (~) About a teaspoon it takes me in the morning-coffee-that-is. (~) ~ ~ (~) Cream more, sugar, a little-less, though truly I still do prefer my cup fresh brewed... its superb when piping hot you know it sure is tasty. (~) ~ ~ (~) Searching through those IM's e-mails trickle-trickle-hiss-bubble-pop-pop love-is-groovy you bet man red lights hot lights an honor yes-I feel they're all an-honest testament that hollowed ground is sacred... . Illuminating one and another their shadows dandling-along-a- part-of-the-simple-collection-of-rain-puddles offering-their-jest, and from the beginning you- know-I-believe they all exist as one light dancing together-until the very end. Because as they vary; pale shades of poetic Grey, they carry for me of feeling but one of two tones jocularity; bitterness... . (~) ~ ~ (~) Intoxicating really the harshness of Winter-fervency-of-Summer sweet rejoinder cultivation of all our prayers... Spring... ! (~) ~ ~ (~) Took a stroll amid the saffron all grown up in the Autumn laying down beside the day lilies wisteria grace gently caressing them enchanting... . (~) ~ ~ (~) Vibrant I find it all to be so very encouraging. (~) ~ ~ (~) Looking now the frost once thick-crisp driveling down beading up upon the many grassy shoots tulips lavender flower the mighty pines-now-reflecting-a-dewy-vapor, refreshing to the touch, taste; hues of virtue mirroring this, glistening-upholding-all-things, in-their- timelessness. (~) ~ ~ (~) Life evolving hope offers this proposal questions often posed answers granted remain open... because I believe peace and freedom this way friend are forever evolving, while love all year 'round, it waits... pondering-this; as it deliberates... . (~) ~ ~ (~) Like glistening crystal pools of alabaster sands scented-up diaper dusty-talcum baby baby powder, funny contentment privy-so-privy I love the way newborns their eyes tend to wander as they coo, all jovial, and-warm... surrounding all they know of God themselves in the wake of the room... . (~) ~ ~ (~) The birth of enlightenment a burst of individuality in every glance; I can't today but maybe you, tell me now God is a farce, remaining kindle to the kind-less... still the kinder... . (~) ~

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Soft Glowing Embers

The birds are rejoicing this morning...Each species is trying to out sing the other..The 
sunrise calls me to enjoy its glow of kaleidoscope of color dancing off the whispy 
charcoal clouds..The quiet__freedom from manmade sound is just temporary for cars and 
trucks constantly interrupt the peace but the birds don't slow down one bit...They are just 
praising God for the glorious day that he has honored them to live.. The mist or fog in the 
first valley is not as dense this morning as if it is has dried out somewhat but rain is 
suppose to come back in so we will be having more fog and mist..Thanks God for the 
moisture and the cool of the day for the heat of summer will be here and along with it 
uncomfortable weather...The color of the sky has changed again ..It seems that the sun 
is trying to warm the sand colored clouds with a soft glowing fire that is just barely 
burning.. The embers are soft red hot on the horizon. . The roosters are trying their best 
to bring the sun on up....The other birds have quieted somewhat..It seems that they have 
had their time of worship and have gathered food to carry home to the young...Now the 
embers on the horizon have renewed and a bright glow comes form the sun fire that 
warms the earth....Thank you Lord for the time on the porch to renew and refresh my inner 

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So many people claim to know 
What god wants 
He hides above and has no face
Yet his minions who are self- appointed
Proclaim his way is the only way 
To live a life  

The earth revolves around god as king
You must lose your individuality
If you wish not to die in sin
No one must live for now and be happy

We must constantly seek a future 
That exists when death has devoured us 
This without any proof that another life exists

The ability to control every aspect of one’s life 
Is the calling of gurus past and present 
The machismo and narrow sightedness
Of these so called enlightened messengers 
Has wrecked a world which should 
Celebrate its plurality of understanding of god
And its innate humanity 

God’s will is opaque for no man has 
The ability to comprehend nature fully 
so cannot create a god that can be made to fit 
A human concept of authority 

A god only can rule supreme
If the people wish to be led
Worship who you wish
Praise the one who
Loves you best 

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How glorious is Love ?
How magnificent it's depth ? 
How bright are it's visions ?
How true are it's directions ?
What can compare to it's shear delight ?
Where walking in it's sight
gives clarity to every living thing .
How bold are it's promises ?
It's paths hold wonder 
for every step taken upon it.
Vibrancy is it's assignation.
It beacons the heart ,
and whispers treasures in it's future.
It speaks of grand designs 
and builds it's dreams
into realities here to fore unknown.
In it the soul with happiness is filled .
Men have penned it's words
sang it's songs
and dreamed it's dreams .
It is desired above all other things . 
It's breadth is exquisite 
and vast are the many who
would sell all , to possess it
only to find it cannot be purchased .
It is a gift given freely 
it cannot be coerced 
No building can house it 
You cannot cage it 
It has no chains that can bind it
no prison can hold it , 
but within are  the floodgates of 
of heaven that waters all of life .
It is a fire that burns
all lies to ash
that purifies all intentions
and refines , polishes , and reflects truth .
Men have sought it's face
in every crack of his existence .
Men have apprenticed at it's feet
journey-manned in it's instruction
but few have mastered it 
and certainly only one has become it's Grand-Master .
But we run to reach for it's crown
we strive to bow our wills before it
to learn it  , receive it
then release it and set it free .
This the Rulers of this world 
would steal if they could  !

1 John 4
16 And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.
God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. 17 This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. 18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
19 We love because he first loved us. 20 Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen,cannot love God, whom they have not seen. 21 And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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~ (~) ~ This is Not for Me to Judge (Part #3 of 3) ~ (~) ~

Needed something other than itself. The other was rich with wealth, in its spirit, it knew love was shown it, and so it grew, and was kept, offered it as it grew strong, moved within itself towards another, was open to them, warm, towards this world, God I believe. The other was not. Because it was not offered these things, could not be open to any other things, than the hate for, what was kept from it. Which friend was in essence everything, God I believe being the pureness, truth, of everything... . Though, still, it may have desired it... . I believe, the idea of having what others, had gotten... the search for it was forgotten... . This void, friend it kills. Steels-destroys... any life that would wish to grow, to know anything more. No, this was not I, but I have lived both sides of this. I have been dealt both. As I believe we all are. I'm sure you have too. I dwelled within this confusion for the majority of my life. Until I was brought, taken, allowed to reach a point. It was reaching out to God, the world, another. Then the struggle was offered to me the choice. With all of the things I knew, had been through, taken through, know a lot more of now, I couldn't then, like now, save me... . I could not grow. There is when knowing no other choice, I wept. Asked for help, committed myself to the Idea of Him, His peace... with you, myself... . God came to me, healed me with this idea of remaining open to Him, another, the world, be patient, willing, honest. I will not say to you I have any greater faith than you. To speak your mind, is, having faith, if it be in yourself. What if there were more than this friend, what if there were more. "Far MORE"! Love you friend. You inspire me. To remain open to you. Keep doing what is right and true, have faith, continue, to remain open, I hope that you do... . God love you friend be with you, us... . Peace come and tackle you down today, keep you, hold you... make you warm... ! Yes, friend, I hope you let it! Him... ! ~ Love ~ James ~

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The Love I've Waited For

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
to you...

Will tell you Lord
how deep my love is 
and how it will always
remain so true.

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Be like waves which crash on the jetty

Washing all our impurities away

Waves like a crescent curtain dangling in its fringes

Unearthing sunken precious stones

Hurling them up above the elevation

Hanging on dear life right ahead

Waves that don't crush us because we wish it

Waves that surface and in turn are subdued

Waves we are in this depth of consciousness

Appeal to and unearth your Godly wisdom

Uphold and hang in the untimely crush

Be strong, be heard, be known and be well

For all will suffice at the end of the spray

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      Let’s just call each other  Ra and Nut  ok?  
      No need to be formal here behind the pyramid.
      I tell you, Nut, I don’t mind having the job as top god  in Egypt.
      After all it’s better than being rain-god in this desert.  
      But those hieroglyphic guys spoil it all. I just don’t get no respect.

Tell me about it , Ra, they rain on my parade too
      Like, I’m supposed to be in charge of the sun,  right?
      (In Egypt that’s an easy job).  And I kinda like you as my granddaughter, Nut
      (no disrespect, but you  really  are a nut).  
      Man, this  body-of-a-human-and-head-of-a-falcon crap has  
      Slowed me down.   I can’t fly  - body’s too heavy,  not aerodynamic as they say;
      I can’t ogle the ladies -  those falcon  eyes are too unfriendly. . . . .   

Hey fella,  that beak kinda suits you. . . .  bet you can crack peanuts dead easy, right?
     Don’t interrupt the sun god ok?   So  I married Ratet  and we had a daughter Hathor,
     And you,  Nut,  are  a descendant  through  Hathor.
     By the way, it’s no wonder they call you Nut  -   with all that incest. 

Can I get a word in edgeways Ra?. . . . . . . . Yeah,   I got given the  craziest name - 
A  boy named Sue?  - Ok;   but a girl named Nut?!      I guess my god-job  is ok     
(I’m  in charge of resurrection and rebirth – and that’s a job for life.)
(Oh  c’mon. . . . . Joke there, Ra baby,  chill out  man.)    So  I  married  
My brother Geb ( almost as bad as marrying your dad. . . .don’t get me started)
But Ra you’re right, the hiero-guys spoil it.     They  draw me  with blue skin,  
with the body of a woman and the head of a cow.  I mean. . . .  a freakin cow!
      I’ve seen those drawings, I thought they were an improvement on reality.

Like, who can read a  line which goes  “cat man meets dog-bird and wheat-and-corns  
him along the road to a lion-ship in water with a blue starry cow? 
Those hiero-guys should’ve been sacked long ago. 
(They say the Greeks have sacked their hieros, and use alphabets).
     Sounds good,  Nut  (excuse me smirking when I use your name).
     And what the hell does ”falcon-head guy ogles red-sheep flower-girl”  suggest,
     Especially if she is “flying her chariot with two giant fish” at the same time? 
     No, I reckon those hiero-guys have gotta go. Get me the phone number of those 
     Greek alphabet geezers, will you, Nut  (smirk again). . . . . . No respect. . . . . . 

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I find it odd that as soon as I asked for forgiveness for my sins
they all came back on me - tenfold.  My seemingly 'bad' luck was caused
only by what I did to others against the will of the Lord.
When I honestly repented for the wrongs I had done, 
I didn't ask for ev'rything to go haywire, but that's exactly what happened,
because I hadn't tried to rectify my behaviors.  I tried to run from them,
and act like I'd ne'er really done anything wrong.  I tried to shield myself
from them behind a wall of lies that only created more lies.
Instead of facing up to what I'd done, and try to fix it,
I thought it would all just go away because I wanted to turn my life around
and be a better person.  I realize now that by hiding behind the hand of the Lord
I only got slapped in the face even harder.  I showed no respect for the laws of God
or the land I live in, so I got blown apart by the bomb I lit so long ago.
It's time I stop running, and face up to what I've done.  Only if I'm willing to do this
will the Lord show mercy on me.  I must apologize, and pay the price -
even if in secret.  Only then will the landslide that I created rush into the sea,
and be squelched by my honesty.  Once I take this step, all will be well again,
and I will be able to live my life in peace, knowing that I have done all I can
to right my wrongs.  And, when I die, the gates of Heaven will open wide,
and accept me unflinchingly.  Then I'll truly know I've been forgiven.

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I wish he would let me
Look upon his face
As I wish to bask in
The glory of his grace

Him above confuses me
The multiplicity of names
For the one god
Addles my sometimes unbelieving brain

Three in one and one in three
Do I need a theology degree to understand
Him that didst make me?

I live and die they claim
According to his plan
It seems my life must be all
About a man I have never seen
What’s in this for me?
Am I subjected to both an earthly
And heavenly tyranny?

Heaven is above
Sadly its entrance is via a grave
The here and now must end
Before I can benefit from his grace
Is this truth or religious mythology?

No one knows what features
The all seeing has
My mind cannot comprehend
Why he hides himself so well
I am after all one of his flock
And serve him well

I see in nature his love for mankind
His bounty of resources
Shows a love unrestrained
Tangled though my mind may be
When I contemplate his divinity
And usefulness to me
I must acknowledge my great thanks
To him who helped create me

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What is Love

Love is that glowthat shines on a mother's face,
when her new-born child appears.
Love is that feeling we get when two hands touch,
two eyes meet, speaking the unspoken word.
Love is the fulfillment of a dream shared with another.
Love is the sound of birds singing on high.
The embrace of a cool, soft breeze
caressing one's radiant cheek.

Love is the tear dropped from your eye
because of the joy you see in someones heart.
Love is the sorrow we share when someone dear to us
passes on unexpectedly.
Love is the warmth of a fireside treat.
A walk with that special someone in your life.

Love is just knowing we are alive and caring.
Love is all the things we take for granted
each passing day.
Take for granted, just because they are there.
Yes my friends,
Love is everything.

The joys, the sorrows, the good and bad,
the wealthy, the poor, the big and the small.
Love is the memories of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
But most of all, love is man and woman, 
through God and God through them. 
Without one, the other can not survive.

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There is one thread
         That binds all humans together...
      That is the love of God -
                 It transcends all time
                                       All space
                                 And all human difference
Like a beautiful tapestry
          Woven fitly together
       Each vibrant color strand
              And unique design
                        Creating seamless beauty
                                   When working as one -
                            One faith
                                    One hope
                                           One love
                                                  One creation
When in this world we can
           Look and see through the eyes of God
                    Then there are no differences...
               We are alike far more than we are different -
                                     We all bleed
                                             We laugh
                                                    We cry
                                                           We dream
                   We all have need and we all need love
Open your heart
           To a world that's hurting
                   Wipe away the tears 
                            Of those who mourn
Hold someone's hand
           In the midst of turmoil
                        That is to see the face of God
There is one thread 
         That binds all humans together...
      That is the love of God -
                     It transcends alll time
                                            all space
                                 And all human difference - 
                                          It is everlasting
                       And it unites all the corners of the world

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Backsliding - A Love Story

Once a pastor became bitter with God, 
	And had stumbled in his faith with the Lord
For ev’rything in the sky fell in him
	And evry’thing seems so heavy for him.
“Seems God has forsaken me, ” he said
	And thought that God is no longer with him
“Where are His promises? ” he asked himself
	“Did the power of the Lord failed? ” he thought.

He said, ”Oh, God! Why is this happening
	And why are these things falling down to me? 
Do you really love me, Lord of Highest? 
	Do you really care about me, Oh God? 
You’ve said in your word ‘I’ll never leave you...’
	Yet you’ve forgotten and forsaken me! 
You have said that you’ll never let me go
	And yet I can no longer feel your love! ”

But the Lord answered him in a vision; 
	In a divine presence, Christ spoke to him: 

“I’m fatally wounded here at the cross; 
	Yet I cannot die because I’m spotless.
So, dearly child, please give me all your sins
 	And I will replace it with righteousness.
Dearly child, please give me all your sorrows
	And I will replace it with blessedness.
Most of all, give me all your bitterness
	And, child, I will replace it with whole love! ”

So he went back to the love of the Lord
	Turned back to the protection of his God.

Here is the wisdom of the Sovereign
	Here’s the message most cannot understand: 
What is our right to complain to the Lord 
	When Jesus Christ never complained at all? 
So just “Trust to the LORD with all your heart
	And lean not in your own understanding.”
For God says, 'Be still and know that I'm God; '
        Be steadfast and remember that He's Great!

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                                   This desert- sands dust heat
                                     Mind narrow and fettered
                                     Tagged with God's penalty

©rajat kanti chakrabarty
09 December, 2014

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Between Heaven and Hell

What shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
In between this heaven and this hell
Believing in God more than what the people tell
What shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
Under the sun
Never ending Corruption
In between this heaven and this hell

Between zero year and the end times
I've bidden my time
Smoke and mirrors
A day further
Time goes on
That  light on the horizon
Is just a mirage
Just the glare off a shiny nickel in the dirt
Nothing but Despair
The entire world 
In a state of dis-repair
We march on further
Into the abyss

A day further
Time goes on 
So what shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
In between this heaven and this hell
Believing in God more than what the people tell
What shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
Under the sun
Never ending Corruption
In between this heaven and this hell

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My Pa

Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !

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And, I Need You Lord

The tired that I'm feeling
is closing in fast.
The pain,... too much to bare,
the wounds,... too bloody to share,
and sometimes, fighting the enemy,
is way too much to dare.

And, I need you Lord!
Your Comfort!
Your Courage!
Your Strength!

Come into me.  
I'm empty.
Battle through me.  
I'm weak.
Because, without you, Lord,
my destiny is bleak.
And, I need you Lord!

With your grace,
I'll no longer live my history.
Because you'll show me straight facts,
and leave out the contradictory.
I'll have no need to worry,
about the devil and his trickery.
Because with your love
and your grace,
I know I'll have the victory!

And, I need you Lord!
Yes, I need you Lord!

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Home at Last


It was a bright sunny day in two thousand and seven.

September twenty first at quarter to eleven.

In a coma you lay without even a stir.

With our eyes full of tears it just never occurred.


That this was the last time we would see you alive.

At your bedside your family, children, and wife.

We watched you all night and part of the morning.

Then you sighed your last breath without any warning.


We hoped  before you parted to your home up above.

We could  take you in our arms and give you a hug.

Your body all broken and ruptured with pain.

All our hopes and desires were all in vain.


For God had decided it was your time to go.

To that place they call heaven that we all know.

You left us your poetry , teachings and books.

So let us make use of your wonderful works.


When we visit your grave now we know your not there.

You are up in that College without any care.

So look kindly on all that are left here a mourning.

And please God tomorrow we all have a bright morning.

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~ Baby's Laughter ~


What is binignity? 
So difined! 
For me it is my zest I-know now for God and life today, 
my family. If it is all I can do to cherish these things. Friend 
I will! I tell you I've already won! Baby's laughter remindes me. 
Our Orio cookie looking kitten named pounce, playing in-the-
rain. How everything from birth has remained so courious to 
him. His resiliance as his sister just pased, yesterday. So I 
feel God brings us to this beauty/goodness, when willing,
everyday. Though even we do, or do not pray. 
His are these things-banignity!

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Her Eyes So Blue

I look into her eyes
Which seem full of surprise?
The sparkle and the shine
That makes me sublime
To me it is love at first sight
Like looking into the brightest light
My heart is a glow
On my face it must show
Of the love that I have had
In my heart I want her so bad
I know it will be
Always just her and me
Together we will live
We will always learn to give
And people will know
For on our faces the love will show
My love will surely stay
Praise God I will never let get away
So she will not scurry
I must catch her in a hurry
Forever she will be mine
For now and the rest of all time
We will be so content
As God has meant

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                                       God always wants us to be good
                                        to be always truthful and happy
                                       so He teaches us through Angels
                                       not to do any sin and how we are 
                                               to live our life honestly

                                            Shows the path of eternity
                                          He is the absolute Father of all
                                              all are His lovely children
                                       So He takes care of us in this World

                                 He also warns and asks us not to do any bad
                                     but if something is done out of His rule
                                           behind Him to make Him fool 
                                          nothing but a ignorance's tool

                                 He sees everything with His Universal eyes
                                       nothing can be left out of His sight
                                      He is so dearest that no one can be                               
                               even when sinner prays Him with true heart
                                           by pardoning makes him free



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Psalm 34:19 NLT
The righteous person faces many troubles, but the Lord comes to the rescue each time.

There is a constant suffering in someones life. An affliction is a source of constant suffering. 
It could be a number of things such as poverty, sickness, or anxiety. Many people who suffer 
these afflictions believe that no one understands them, but they are mistaken, God does 
understand. He is always here for us, to show us the way out of bad situations. 

Many people ask the question of why God does not end suffering. God is able to do anything 
you ask of Him. God does not bring the trouble to you, but at times He will give you an 
affliction to experience or a time to walk through it, only for reasons that is olnly known to 
God. I think it is because He uses these reasons to draw you nearer to Him, or to make you 
stronger, or to have you become more stronger and secure in your faith. Trust God and He 
will lead you out of your troubles. He is the light.

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The Gift

THE GIFT 		09/15/2011			1526

God is great and God is good
Each of us is a wonderful gift created by our Father’s love
How everything that we need is present and represented 
In all that surrounds us in our lives, He is the one that sent it
Seeing His son hang for our sins with 2 thieves by His side
With His suffering for our trespasses, there was no pride, 
Only a beautiful gift dripping away in blood
God’s tears as He gave us His only begotten Son 

He gave us more than any earthly person ever would
Gifts we don’t appreciate, so often misunderstood
During this journey, the people in our lives are where we see God face to face
Victory after victory, splash after splash of God’s thirst quenching grace
All in the face of the people in our lives who can never be replaced 
From conception to laughter,
In each of our stories, there are unread chapters
With lovers of “the word” sent with their own gift, their own message
Their own interpretation, their own blessing
Helping us to pass each “transgressional” testing,
By blood or by acquaintance, misfortune or circumstance
Those in our lives are here with provisions and life lessons
Preparations and encouragement, by order of God’s suggestion
Neither lonely nor dismayed, unprepared or without truth
We will flourish and continue if the “The Word” is our root

God is great and He provides what is good
The perfected masterpiece of love has been withstood
Friends and family who are God’s chosen ones
Sent to love us unconditionally whether we are considered something or none
With shoulders to lean on, and with an attentive ear
Someone to offer their support as we dry that last tear
With God’s light and His salvation whom shall we fear?
His love is always near… 
A gift neatly wrapped called family and friends Registered & Protected

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Solving God

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
they say 
" 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.

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god came beneath the midnight clear

beyond the darkness of the midnight clear
for now i have seasons and nothing to fear
while pain that is felt pain you must hear
be carry out beyond the heavens of new lights
that passes the dreams from cold cold nights
pain names and blames my bitterness the weak
shall not hinder my sweet soul i am the meek
the tears you see shall cast out sheer doubt
while as the doors close for there is no pout
breathless panting in the mist of what's norm
while this travesty indeed as lives are torn
healing occurs within her own habitat 
while patiently in room faceless she sat
glory on the shores shall last forever more
while the harsh currents waves of tears i cry
as the ocean opens thee earth god know's why
illness sickness and poverty is apon my space
thou alone i'm not lonely at all in my place
my soul grieves so beneath the midnight clear
thus suffering heals as god too cried my tear

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Brief life-story of God

In the beginning
Owing to extreme gravitational force 
God’s heart was tending to squeeze more and more
But mass and space of anything can’t be nil
As a result an outward force was created
This inward and outward force
Is the cause of heartbeat of God
That made the sound “Allah” repeatedly.

Suddenly God thought what is Allah
And God began to know Himself.
At one point of time God thought 
It would be better if He had a lover
So He wanted to split Himself into two pieces
And it turned Himself into tiniest particles and His heart
And that was God’s one and only mistake
For which He felt the unignorable physical pain 
Then the tiniest particles gathered around God’s heart
Because of gravitational force
Thus God’s body looked like the same again
But with more knowledge, power and potentiality.

Even God forgets some things
Because there’s not enough space 
To store God’s memory of infinite time.
That’s one of the reasons why
God’s pen has written down every important thing.
In the end
The righteous will be in paradise 
And the sinners will be in hell
Then after zillions of long years
Same happening will begin to repeat itself
In paradise, hell and everywhere else in the universe
But none of us will remember the days that will repeat
So every single day will seem brand new day to us.

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My spirit is satisfied with with what it sees
Each day when I find myself to rise 
For my soul and spirit rise in harmony
Within the beautiful emotions I feel inside

For what I find to embrace each morning
Brings my heart to sing a song of praise
To the One who has blessed me with the gift
Of the life breath He has passed my way

Serene are the many lovely thoughts
Which daily brings soft smiles alive
When I feel the embrace of my Gods love
As his presence fills all aspects of my life

Tranquil are the thoughts and daydreams
That soothingly enter into my mind
Like water finding its way to a stream
While nourishing my spirit deep inside

For my heart will always be truly satisfied
Each day as I awaken my eyes to You
Because I find it to be a priceless blessing
As I breathe again embracing a love so true.

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YOUR Signature Part 1 of 2

" YOUR  Signature  ... "

( Genesis 1: 1  /  Rev. 4: 11 )

YOUR  Signature ...
Scrolls On Each Wave of The Sea
As It Starts To Signal
With The Smallest, Written-Water-Ripple
YOUR Beautifully, Bold-Signed Name ...
Is In Each Crystal, Droplet Initial ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Reflects, Embossed Upon All Skies
Floating In Bright Cloud-Notes
and Brilliantly Arc'd Written-Rainbows
And In The Sun's Flourish-Omega-Flares
... YOUR  Radiant Calligraphy - - Glows ...

And YOUR  Signature ...
Has Atop Each Imprinted 'I' Or 'J' As Symbols
... A Capital, Comet-Dashed-Star
In The Consonant-Cosmos - - Rows & Rows
and In Each 'O' In Orbits & Global-Rings
...  YOUR  Silver-Lined, Signature Shows ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Is Written In Autumn Leaves and Winds
and Cyclone Summer Seasons
and The Softest, Articulate, Evening Breeze
and Inscribed In A Snowflake's Misty-Breath
& Each Author-Rised, Airful - -  We Breathe ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Is Written With Moonbeam-Pens
... Upon A Book of Life, It Is Plume-Penned ...
& YOUR  Pencil - Draws Golden, Treasure Maps
Upon All of Earth & World of Men
As Signed Images of  YOUR  Autographs ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Sometimes As A Title of Position & Authority
... Powerfully Appears ...
And YOUR  Signature Bears YOUR Glory-Fame
of GOD, LORD, Almighty, King, Father and  Love
All As: Character & Crests of  JEHOVAH's  Name ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Is On The Edges of Eons and Eternity
... It Cannot Be Erased
... Will Never Fade -- Nor Ever Brushed Over
When It Is Written - - It Is Written ...
and Authenticated - - As Owner ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Carved The Majestic Grand Canyon Gorge
... It Cannot Be Matched Nor Forged
YOUR  Signature Covers Now & What The Future Expects
It Is:  Its Own Distinct Style and Collateral Dialect
YOUR  Signature Signs All Wealth & Royalty's Checks ...

YOUR  Signature ...
... On Covenants; Contracts - - In or Outside Our Margins
... Is Written, Stamped and Sealed ...
Waxed In Vowels, In Cursive-Cure-Ink, That Bled
Signed On Dotted Lines of Horizons & Our Hopes ...
YOUR  Signature - - Is What We've Read ...

( Part One of Two)

       Written & Copyrighted © :  5/8/2014 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady

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Love Awaits

        the breeze

as the tempest awaits
                        the Divinities and the fates
prophecy says
                        the future instead
and the hearts and the head

feel, think, want
blinded, subjected, daunt

the day
the way
the fey
the may

to quote Thor, "I say thee, nay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I wanna be me!
thee?  we?  to be?  or not?

gently, we move and have our being
in the eye of God above

love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

gently, Love

between me, and we
you and me
and nothing else

gently, the breeze

as the tempest awaits

the hate.  fate.

gently Love Awaits

( the world is fallen, but still worthy of Gods Love, as are we.  i just read the Rev. Desmond 
Tutu, of Capetown writing about a word, or concept in his culture known as "ubuntu",  which 
is defined as "me, we"
the interelatedness of all poeple, respect for others, our dependance on each other,  for 
even ourselves to be "human", the bad guys need us to teach them love, forgiveness, and 
respect, by showing them.  And then, eventually, however many generations later, they may 
be worthy of it, and their own.  The reference was to Aparteid(?) in South Africa, but has 
meaning in all human relationships.  my bible says "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord."  I 
can forgive.  and love, or at least be willing to, and have respect for all people who haven't 
effed me over "yet", and then i can forgive, i suppose.  Only if i am "me".  is "ubuntu" 
possible.  i also read a poet on this site write that Jesus was murdered on that cross because 
of FEAR of the power of His love.  never really thought about that before, but God is love, 
and that is the true basis of power, of strength, of society, civilization, family, governments( 
if they're any good), and all the things that make anybody or thing great, and a good idea, 
or enjoyable, or worth our time.  deep thoughts, scary even, but i am not scared of love, or 
Love!  ubuntu wasn't a reference to something dangerous, only respectable, and respecting.  
This is a fallen world.  mostly, all the wrong things are respected, in my humble opinion.

love, love, love, love, love, love, love, and then there's Love!

hate?  poor insipid little thing.  dooooooooooommmmmmmmmmeeeed!

i so try not to.
some people don't make it to easy, though.
ubuntu, ubuntu,ubuntu, ubuntu,ubuntu, ubuntu, ubunutu

i have a dream,


with apologies to the Rev, Martin Luther King Jr., i aint a plagerist either!

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the time that is moving round me now 4 - 6

there is no ending of words 

is there anything that may be called 
the end-word 

let the words make questions 
let the words give replies 
let the words shout
let them battle among themselves 

i can’t understand 
why is there so much endeavour 
to take me into that chaos 

a plant of small white flower 
is enough to make a garden itself 

an assembly of 
the rose the jasmine the tuberose is made
to increase the rule of the garden 

after picking flowers from those plants 
my wife puts them to the feet of the god 
to worship him 

she has a drinking-glass a plate 
a hand-fan a throne 
for her god 

all are like tiny-toys 

among them 
the throne
is very important 

till today 
in many of our houses 
there is a throne

but it is neither for accession of men 
nor for making themselves king 

i’ve already said 
the throne is for our god 

that means for our lying on 
there may or may not  be 
even a broken cot 

but for our family-god 
to provide a throne
is a must
on that day 
when once i had gone into the 

i saw 
that the government and the opposition 
both sides were gheraoing  one another 

in the same pace
they were reciprocally
quarrelling threatening rebuffing abusing 

thus there was running 
a fine piece of democracy there 

it gave me enough pleasure 

then i again came out 
of that myself-man
in the outer-world
i saw 

bypassing the stones and the hard 
the roots of the trees 
going deep down in the dark
in search of soft soil 

and their branches are taking bent 
towards the sun-light 

of late 
my intelligence seems somehow 
to become slippery

there is so much pollution 
in the myself-ism 

it seems 
even in collision with my shadow 
some dragon-flies are killed every day 

why do my eyes see so little 
why do my tongue speaks so harsh words 

to whose custody has gone 
those rain-drops 

those lemon-blossoms 

there is the glittering of dew-drops 
on the cob-web

the evening-worship 
is sinking into the barking of dogs 

as if the wings of the parrots 
become van-rickshaw 

as if the moon-light were
gradually retreating 
in the enlightened city-life 

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A Dreamless Tree Dweller

Swaying. Dancing. Let me carry you.
Dance for me. Dance for me. Dance for me.
It's beautiful how you hold on so tight, but reach so far.

Up and Up and Up.
Begging sunshine and starlight and moon beams to fill your cupped palm.
We' can sip from it together but we both know you'll never be satisfied
Until your silver leaves can dance to the symphonies of singing constellations.

The diamonds sprinkling down your face would look like tears.
But you, and I? We both know this isn't real. Put away your fears
And dream for me. Dream for me. Dream for me

And please darling, Let us never wake.

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Dear Hearer

Do you think your okay? do you have a need unknown to even you? does the 
world close in on you and do you feel like it's falling all around you? I mustn't let 
you see me cry for you, I must turn away so you wont hear my tear drops fall, or  
see the pain in my eyes and feel the ache in my heart. You've heard all the 
stories that are told everyday, all the make believe and fantasies, everything you 
want to hear but not what you must. God forbid that I should think  thier was 
something I could do to block you from this cold, cruel hearted world. I used to 
think I was self sufficient and I could make a difference in someone's life; but I 
destroyed my own.

The greatest love story ever told or ever known to man, is that Christ Jesus loves 
eternally. He became as unto man, yet without sin, He grew up in this world and 
walked among men.  Served His father above while serving men below, 
performed the greatest service. He died for His! He gave His life for me that I 
might live, and rose justified that I am bound in His eternity. The lost He came to 
save and secure in Himself forever and ever and ever, a salvation unbound by 
self and sin. He bore my blame and suffered just for me! Did He for you?

I wont' make it easy for you, I won't tell you everythings okay, I won't lie to you, I 
won't tell you what you want to hear but only what you must. I'm busting out of 
silence, God's grace is strongest, instead of taking I am giving and if it breaks 
your heart,  I only pray God mends it because I can't. When God touches you, I 
know you won't run, turn or walk away, you won't be able too! You won't pretend 
that everything's okay or that you have no need at all. God will be all you need, His 
love will keep you strong, In Him you will abide and will have eternal rest. A 
meaning to your life, and all because of Him...

Before almighty God, my saviour first of all, I am bowed and praying for thee; for 
without Him you will not live!

In Christ alone, Mercy Vessel

(c) Rosemarie Schrock 
      sept. 26,2007

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~ (~) ~ The Things of These ~ (~) ~(Part #5 of 6) ~ (~) ~

Still being drank all throughout whatever heat of the day. Like the boxcar Children Daniel Boon and Nancy Drew being read to the little ones, Credences' Have You Ever Seen the Rain, and Fleetwood Mack's Songbird, along with a little Fernando Ortega Nearer My God To Thee, the Braveheart theme along with Eric Clapton's Tears in Heaven God bless him and warm prayers for Him and his wife playing in the background to tuck us and all into bed in the evening. As my wife and I and children laugh yes their smiles filling Her and me with joy riding high under the moonlight as the new soft evening breezes blowing away teary eyes... sniffling noses. The stars ascending high up in their joy I know rest even higher in their hearts. The Sun lying down in the sky auburn clouds rising up to be kissing it floating by as the many fowl fly touch down again only to climb to new heights to do it all again, the next day. And as the Mantis does have the heart to pray and as gentle winds provide the earth just enough hope to blow the leaves each fall off the trees, shrubs pines and vines. Taken in by the light, as I think of the Sun... . As the little honey humble bumble be bumbles on by-here-along-beside-me ... . The mere fact is even as I try I know, purple flowers ocean tides in-there-fullest of sway... and gravity - in the brevity as I write... and as though I may try... and can spin a yarn of lines, I guess, as they are far greater these things - being of God I cannot paint such beauty nor reality, truth... what goodness He radiates such as this, the very wonder of these-things. Yes, these are His things I believe of the many, benignity ... .

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                                       "Yada Yada Hi Dharmasya

                                      Glanirva Bhavathi Bharatha,

                                      Abhyuthanam Adharmaysya

                                       Tadatmanam Srijami Aham'.

                                     Bhagavad Gita (Chapter IV-7)

                                        Whenever there is decay

                                     of righteousness O! Bharatha

                                     And a rise of unrighteousness

                                         then I manifest Myself!"

LORD steps forward
His golden helmet shines 
Minarets of palace
Aglow with light
Perfumes pervade the depth of ocean
All praise thee
O Lord, in the chariot of fire
Golden bow in hand
Golden arrows in golden quiver
All pure like gold is
Distant cries faint like a dream
All souls are dreaming
A salvation
He walks on the sea
Leaving his chariot behind
Because the path is in storm
And he reaches me.

14th October, 01:05 2014 (IST)

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God and the Fantastic Four

Prophet Mohammad is the first Leader of the Universe
He is as dear to God as His heart and the Best Friend of God
He is the symbol of God’s innermost layer of glow
That is the glow of kindness, the white and silver glow
This glow has maximum density and minimum shininess
That’s why we’ll be able to stare at God’s body. 

Prophet Jesus is the second Leader of the Universe 
He is called the Soul of God because he is so dear to Him. 
He is like the Son of God and is the symbol of God’s body and peace.

God has seventy thousand layers of His glow
Each layer has a different color and characteristic 
Prophet Mary is like the Beauty and Purity of God
She is the third Leader of the Universe 
And she is the symbol of God Herself.

Imam Mehedi is the fourth Leader of the Universe 
And he is the symbol of God’s outermost layer of glow
That is the glow of pride, the yellow and golden glow
This glow has minimum density and maximum shininess.

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mosquito and man

Oh no! Why do men hate me so much? From incarnation even as I try to make my legs and hands and buttocks as small as anything! So they can’t say am competing with their colossal legs and hands and their protruding buttocks!
They say; we knew it! Right from the first sight, he was bent on evil with the ulterior motive that, whenever he perches on the sweet succulent, fresh, flesh - of ours, it won’t be noticed. Because he believes men are fools after all, big brains are not found in big bodies.
Men are evil.  As I try to befriend, the more they inflict pains on me. Ok! I feel rejected and dejected by men, I considered it and thought it wise to detach myself from men by living in nearby bushes and rejected dumped waste and refuse.
They say; ah! Mosquito, you always make use of that little sense of yours. It is all pretence; you love men so much that you can’t live without them! Ok, if you say you want detachment, why must it be near men’s homes, or their dumped refuse and liquid waste? Why not very far at the desert so men won’t complain again. You love men! It is even clear as you lay your eggs where you feel you hate.
Men are ignorant. Ungrateful idiots! Their brains are stuffed with manure. Ok! If I hate men, why should I use the talent God gave me to make them comfortable? I use the best musical instrument; harp, flute with my wonderful composing way of singing, just to make them happy yet they detest me. Ok! How many men are musicians? How many even use the talent God gave them? Since God made me a musician from incarnation I will continue to use the talent, no matter how men feel.
Mosquito, Jackson of the age. You sing and even dance for men’s comfort! But the question is, if you love men as such, Why must the benevolent be a sort of boring? Why must it be at odd hours in the night made for resting? Even as we say stop! You still continue your singing. We don’t need it please! Your singing is a discomfort for men.
Ok! What of the affection I show to prove my love? I kiss your flesh and blood, just like any other man does by kissing the tongue and saliva of a female partner for love! Do you appreciate it at all? All I get from you are rancor and malice. Our judgment will be in heaven certainly.
The problem with you (mosquito) is that you don’t accept fault, very controversial and a very big threat to man. That is what you are! Accept your nature. You say you show affection, ok! Have heard of a man who kisses and inflicts pain on the partner? Perhaps by eating up the tongue or ejecting poisonous liquid in the partner’s mouth? But when you kiss, you disfigure our flesh and inject malaria into our bodies. Is that what you call love? We don’t want such affection, just know that; once you come around, we are at alert and always ready to strike! Let the worst happen in your so called heaven.

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~ Cry of the Muse ~

Of-gentle beginning-and tender song ... ! That we would gratify love in its truest affection. Stand stead fast- uphold it yield to no other-duty ... ! To-have our-souls' so-identified-unified coexisting- exclusively-mid-this ... . To-live, would I die to give the measure of my-soul- just-to-have this ... once ... ! So place me within, make me the-essence of-the-art- lay me down carry me off- as I would be a child lost amid the grandeur- of its promise ... ! Allow this ink to consume us be the genuine eminence, what we reach-for through the humble virtue, heart-of this quill ... ! So all may view soar higher, and even higher still. Be captured, taken within deep- far and away beyond- the bitter part of this world, into the true benignity, flourishing and forever evolving, amid themselves ... ! Yes help me build me up, mold me-yes- come find me ... ! Trick me friend by slight of hand bend me- yes break me down shatter me again, and again truly I care-not ... ! Fill this paper in-its preparedness ... innocence ... verity, hope ... with the sweet passion elation of our souls ... ! Yes carry me before this-vision ... ! Restrain me-not ... . Set our-soul-free ... ! Please ... ? That we may gratify love-uphold it. Yes yield-then ... only-beauty ... ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes Written to the (Braveheart) theme By: Enya The expression of this poem was written from within the greater depths, of my soul. It was a cry of my muse. The passion beside which I stand and the hope through which I write. The joy we both carry for the other, and peace and faith in each other, in which we abide. Before this writing my muse had taken a vacation. So willing, I am open to suggestion. ~ Thank you for reading this piece of my work ... God bless you ... (The reason that there are Hyphens "so many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them with a faster and slower and higher and lower pitch of voice, giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work with a softer more fervent and realistic and consistent tone, when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in the certain places that I do, when in telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I choose. It sounds very free flowing when I hear it, and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the same way. Thank you for reading and God bless you ... ~

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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #44 ~ Summary ~

"""Incontinent of self without the Lord I either am or am not it would seem always in some way, as it always in all ways does seem to govern me, on a collision course with Him, you, the rest of this, ours, His perfect world. My views, ideas strengths given me I begin to presume are mine alone. Without Him thereby becoming trammeled within them myself. Just as a glass house would be, or if you will. Abiding within myself alone, singularly within them without Him. Within the greater, and-even-greater-depths-of myself. Arriving always and in all ways in contempt, in my indifference. Yes alone within myself as an island. The great writers I believe now knew this. As they wrote for God abiding with Him within themselves for something far far, yes something so much greater! A world abiding with Him, amid an aeolian liberty. Yes, an always and in all ways in every way, growing peace. A great realization it was for them I believe as inspired through their experience with God through this. In search of this with Him they sighted boldly. Yes proclaimed the awesome chance given everyone for a world left through Him, undivided. As will I too I believe now. As it has been proven to be this truth for me as well. When honest with myself, and ready, made aware through Him, made open. Willing and able and being moving within myself with Him eager through this. I work to remain. To set my inconclusive ideas aside for something far far greater. Yes place them before the God of all understanding this Holy union. Asking of Him alone for this one perfect, complete, and ever joyous and in always peaceful conclusion, and so, being prepared through this idea through Him I work with Him, in all ways and always for this beauty. This His greater good. Seeing my ideas if not all of them in part within themselves as always and in all ways being alone within themselves in some way faulty as they are, within myself alone remaining apart from my inconclusive, erroneous illusions. "Any person world society, abiding apart from Gods openness of mind and heart, granted and offered and sewn in peace for them. Given the rejection of this truth will sadly in some way always and in always in some way abide alone absent of this desire. Far and away ... yes far apart ... from this"". I believe Ronnie James Dio, new this too: As it should be! Regardless of what I may believe given whatever the-time, or matter. Friend ... ! Egypt(The Chains Are On) ... !"""

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YOUR Signature Part 2 of 2

" YOUR  Signature  ... "

( Genesis 1: 1  /  Rev. 4: 11 )

(Part 2 of 2)

YOUR  Signature ...
Signs On All Existence's Account Ledgers
... Is A Literary, Moniker-Masterpiece
A Singularly, Most Stentorious-Stenography
As A Monogram-Monument That Documents
& Slants To Grammar-Mercy's Typed Guarrantee
(Yet Stands Upright In Justice & Audit-Identity)

YOUR  Signature ...
Each Letter Is Love and Luminosity ...
A Stencil & Substance-Mark of Perfect Symmetry
and Punctuality With A Written-Resource-Resonance
A Sacred-Sequence of Letters Wrote In Such Serenity
Signed In Stone and On Souls and Of Sovereignty
YOUR  Signature - - Reigns So Superlatively

YOUR  Signature ...
Signs & Emblazons The Promises & Prophecy-Fixtures
and Heavenly Holy Scriptures
and Is The Greatest Designation In All of Literature
Throughout Space & Spirits & Strenuous Storms & Seas Divesture
Yes - - We See YOUR Masterstroke-Signature ...

We See YOUR  Signature ...
( Rom. 1: 20 )

       Written & Copyrighted © :  5/8/2014 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady

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Gods and Devils

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

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What The Hell { Strong Language} Prose Poetry

Hey! You little c___ sucker Get the hell out of there
 Wish you were born dead Go get me a tree branch
Going to whip the s______out of you better yet come and
Get at my feet and start picking the dead skin off them
And when your done start picking 1000 grey hairs off my head
So you want to upset your mother huh I got something for you a________
Stand up you little f and give me 1000 squats
 Then you can get locked up in basement for a few days
And if you ask to come out you can stay down there longer
I see you like to tease your brothers about their haircuts
Mom get the shaver and shave the girls hairs too that will teach em
And show them little b_____ whats going to happen if they runaway too
Was not pleasant to see my sister tied to own bed with head shaven to scalp
So we have a little pee ant in the family huh I'll teach ya a good lesson
Going to make you wear your wet pants to school so kids can laugh at you
I tell you folks does any child deserve this from a sicko From growing up in a 
abuse home I always wonder when will the pain ever stop But with God standing 
by my side I knew I still had a chance to survive I was only 5 when this happened 
to me but the abuse scared only the outter edges and not what beauty was to 
unfolded by God and given to me like a rose unfurling petals on a new day

     Tribute To
 Abused Children

Remember words hurt
So think before you speak !

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~ Bobbing for Apples' Beneath the Branches ~

Fate in the hands of God always beholds- a greater future I'm finding ... . As its opportunity mirrors this ... . His devotion for-all of us I believe gently reflecting this ... . Here- in-the-tender-waters of- this humble stream. And as-I cast away- my thoughts to- Him, love sighs, and-joy-runs- free-behind- me-there- over-yonder- to-greet me- across-the- meadow. Because I- know-that- perfect-like- an apple-falling from a tree upon all-of-us. His goodness can- be-found cascading down-rustling-the leaves- blip-bop too and fro blip-blip-bop-thunk thunk-bling. Crying-look-out-ouch barreling down faster and faster- through-the-air-running along-with-it past the-proposal- of each-apple on every-branch dancing-through-time- laughing-hysterically. And as a small breeze blows my heart beats-eagerly, and with all that we've been through together, my-soul- lies-down-chuckling, confidingly, knowing now that He's- in complete control. As grace-weeps-willingly for me-knowing-it has always- been-with me, this perfect way with Him. Concentrated- and-open my patient prayer having been my only refuge-securing-its reprieve. While with a rustle rustle blip-bling-bop-bling- bling blip-bop thunk, thunk. Leaning-back-up- under it-letting go of my fishing pole. With- closed eyes I-reach-out-catch-one-and- another snatching two-up-in-the-palm- of-my-hands. Sit up and-laugh-a-ha I- got you! Open-my-eyes swipe my- pole-up back-again. Bob my head- as-to say-you-go boy! Chomp-on- one-and-rather-cockily-quickly- laugh-louder. Then swallow- hard and slowly, suddenly, as-another-falls-quietly- bling-thunk-smack I'm- caught-again saying-ouch-as- it-lands-and-whacks-me-hard, right on the top-of-my-head. God snickering loudly, as I know He- must-surely-be as I most certainly am. As-the thunder-rolls-above-and beyond- the-hills-there-over-yonder with the fish jumping now black birds-above me hackling. So with this you could say I'm feeling rather- humbled-just like Newton-I assume. All giddy- and-enlightened and-evermore-heartened- I'm sure-and a little-dizzy-yet-knowing- this. That with-Him, given-whatever- the situation-or-circumstance, whether-with-my eyes- opened-or closed. Still, with-my-good Friend- I'm learning, though- hard myself, I am- secured. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes The poem forms a reflection of itself ... God and all of us in the eyes of the stream.

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The Atheist

I am reminded of the atheist who died. Or rather was presumably pronounced dead for a 
short period of time, then revived. Upon waking, the atheist announced that he had gone 
down the tunnel of white light, had seen his dead relatives and in fact met God. He must 
have forgotten he didn’t believe in God. Together, perhaps in a city in the clouds or the 
clouded foggy afterlife, God conversed with the atheist. 

A crowd of people had gathered to hear what God had said.

“Did you ask God what the meaning of life was? ” people wanted to know.

“Did you ask God what the one true religion is? ” others wanted to know.

“Calm down! ” the atheist assured them. 

“It just so happens, I asked each of those questions, ” the atheist concluded smugly. 

“And? ” people demanded.

There was a pause as if the atheist was conducting the energy of God.

“God told me the meaning of life is…” the people braced for the answer, “Nothing, ” the 
atheist said after a pause. He was ecstatic. The people were more than a little disheartened. 

“Nothing, you mean there is no meaning to life? ” the people asked.

“Well, that’s one way of putting it, ” the atheist said laughing.

“Or another might mean nothing, as in, you get to make it up as you go along, ” the atheist 
said smiling.

“It’s whatever you want it to be, ” the atheist explained.

The people did not seem to get it.

A few looked suicidal. 

“Well, at least tell us the one true religion, ” the people demanded. 

“Okay, ” the atheist assured them.

There was a pause again as if he was God’s instrument warming up.

“God told me the one true religion is…” the people braced for the answer, “Whichever one is 
best for you, ” the atheist said confidently. 

“You mean there is no true religion? ” the crowd shrieked. 

“What are we going to do? ” the people asked starting to riot. They started to push and shove.

The people got really angry and violent, and they eventually tore the atheist apart. As the 
atheist ascended to heaven he asked God how this could have been avoided. 

God told the atheist, “There is only one way you could have avoided death…When the people 
asked you what God said…you should have stuck to your guns and told them, ‘God…I don’t 
believe in God.’”

Excerpt from: Blind Savior, False Prophet 

Joseph DeMarco  

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Time and Work

Ecclesiastes 8:6NCV
There is a right time and a right way for everything.
John 6:27
Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life.

We wonder sometimes with great worry about what time will bring. We must remember that 
God has given time to us as a gift. God was present at the beginning of time and He will be 
present at the end of time.

We cannot fear for the future because it is God's hand on eternity. It is you who dictates 
your time by the choices you make. We often feel there is not enough hours in the day to 
accomplish our tasks. We often feel there is never any time for ourselves. Remember to ask 
God to help you, and He will show you where and how to find the time.

God will put your mind at ease with time. Time is a gift, and everyday is yours. God wants 
you to live free and without worry of time. He will walk with us every step of the way every 

As all of us on Earth must work to sustain our lives here, we must also remember to work 
for our spiritual well being. Your relationship with God will provide you with the food for your 
spirit. The food for your spirit is a great variety such as wisdom, understanding, joy, peace, 
love, and patience. In this job you have only one boss and that is God. That is a great 
comfort in knowing you have such a great boss as God. This is a perfect side job, working to 
feed your spirit. Start your application process now by praying to God. He will surely hire 
you and your spirit will be fed.

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The Juryman's Lecture

Birds still perch, unafraid, atop elephants
Unscathed, unashamed, it’s worse cause it got relevance
On a scale detrimental to our own human vernacular
Our own human sentiment, one way to get lost in a sentence
Like here go they, away, out of space
Perfect the way, individual spectacular
Imitates the work premature of a Lurch
So be it inebriated, I once searched unknown vocabular

Unbeknownst, in terms of theology
Liar’s breathe in honesty, Sharia means God’s final plea
The tidal piece beneath smog, the temptress
Babylon rings wind chimes, somewhat malevolent
Inside it resonates somewhat incestuous
Parched screams, screeched tyres, between a rock and a hard place
An unstoppable force meets an immovable object
With life so blazé, it’s no surprise you redefined the term “celibate”

Nonchalant walks beneath the tree trunks of elephants
Sore shoulders for the hell of it, we elevate in exterior spaces
So undetermined, inferior minds in superior places
The unattainable apology
In which reinstates it’s 3 amazing graces

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Broken Heart

Psalm 147:3  God will heal the brokenhearted and bind up their wounds. 

Allow God to bring sunshine into your world.

God's love is with us at every second of our life.
He is with us even more when our hearts and spirits are broken.
When you have suffered a loss or a great disappointment in life, 
God is there offering His comfort in the darkest hours.
God never breaks promises and He is always with us,
even in darkness.
God's love has no end.
Trust in God to understand your suffering.
God will always bring healing to your heart, mind, and soul.
God will fix your broken heart and all you have to do is let Him.
Opening your heart to God is easy.
He is waiting to comfort you.
He will offer you protection in time of need.
He will bring peace to your soul.
This is what brings happiness to someone's life.
Happiness is not found in material things,
not even money.
Happiness is found through God.
Allow God to dry your tears of rain and bring sunshine to your world and the ones around 

Offering Words of Encouragement
By=Shannon Lynn Farlouis

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Amazing
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  December/2014




the miracle

the Sunrise -


my life

was close

the good 


my faith
Him -


a vision

In the
dark grey


with ease,





tiny birds

the wings


raging storm,


Most High.



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Divine Obedience

"obedience, does not choose us,
We choose obedience -
Be mindful of what you're obedient
too.  You must choose divine

              Sparkle Jordan

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And God Takes The Blame

Another senseless death
And God takes the blame
A young girl is stabbed
Left to bleed and die
In the arms of her love
While another curses His name
Another bomb explodes
And God takes the blame
Innocents are left to die
As villains take pride
Beaming in their glory
While heartaches curse His name
Another drunk walks away
And God takes the blame
A life in a tangled heap
Slips away lost
As a sober drunk asks what happened
While loved ones left behind
Sadly curse His name
So much loss and tragedy
While God takes the blame
People instantly cry out
Why’d You let this happen
As their hearts begin to doubt
Sadly the true villain walks
While so many curse His name
Not realizing while God takes the blame
The god of this world scoffs
Claiming victory in the pain he’s caused
Taking glee in misplaced blame
While unnoticed he walks on
Hidden behind his veil
Enthralled in his little game
But hidden from his view
Time is nearly at hand
For God to make a stand
And all the things written long ago
Are about to truly be
For God is about to clear his name
Of all the misplaced blame

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over the oceans from whence we came
amid war and random bloodshed
struggles a people as noble in name
as the men and women by which they're led

they are the Jews, and how they suffered and why
when their actions in antiquity brought salvation
had Jesus not bowed to be hung, and to die
our God would be merely a distant relation

He taught them, fed them, and gave of His heart
they argued yet listened, scoffed and still praised
then Pilate, seeking an end, made a new start
Christ was tornm from His life, and today He was raised

Easter is very much more than a rabbit with eggs
more than candy, sales, and succulent ham
the Lord died in pain amid societies dregs
crying,"Forgive them their sacrifice of this Holy Lamb!"

"For they know not, 
they only follow,
through what they have wrought
My Grace they will know."


in the Holy Land, there is hatred and fear
in darkness they search for a light
let them, and you also, know He is near
God is watching, His love burning bright

though i am only a man, born in sin
and He is far away, it often seems
i know that as of today, He lives again
not a concept, or a product iof desperate dreams

He is the Giver, the Creater, and the Defender
He is the Strength, we find when we need
He is the source, of all that's gentle and tender
through every dark deay, He will quietly lead

though a man be cursed
through His will he may see
by resisting the worst
we may love, and feel, and be free

not of sin
not of care
not to win
but to share

on the day of Christs rebirth
through little effort or thought
i may again proove my worth
sharing the Love that i myself sought

happy Easter, to everybody the same
let's take a moment from the busy day
to hear, and savor the sound, of His name
to hope, think, and even to pray

in my frail, and grateful place
i stand still and give Him His due
His is the Presence that leads to Grace
so even this flawed vessel, can become anew!

happy Easter!!!!!!!!!


an excerpt:

[ seek His Son, who died to save
unlike us, He didn't have to fill a grave
and yet He came to us, to live and teach
and then to die, and rise up from Satans' reach

can you imagine Satans' fearful surprise
when he was faced with the Power, of his Prize?
Christ is Mercy, Love, Deliverance, and Understanding
yet with all the Power of God commanding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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A man quite gleefully pointed out to me that JESUS is not a dumpster JESUS 
however eye shot back at him gleefully is GOD and iff there is SOMETHING in 
that dumpster that HE wants me just to have then SIR oh eye will have it see eh? 
A survivor is the eye. 
John 6:35-36 
Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go 
hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. But as I told you, you 
have seen me and still you do not believe." 
On the way to this cold freezing day eye found my strength lies not in my right 
hand or arm but in my faith eye walk. Eye find things that no one else wants, as 
eye walk eye soon survive. Pizza sometimes fish sometimes coffee on my list no 
cokes no tomatoes SOK eye have some tomatoes in a can 
The list is endless in my mind and desire comes from a man and coffee is the 
plan. Cups are full or half empty is it half full or empty? Pizza is okay when found 
in cold weather a man can be the judge of whatever food he finds eye do not fill 
mee up with unpleasentness or brine eye drink but not the water that eye find OH 
FAITH will end my misery OH FAITH will feed me too bread is in the pizza that eye 
When Jesus saves me at the final trumpet and eye make my last ditch stand at 
that time then he is not going to say WHY oh little man did you eat the scrounge 
pizza on the way but iff a loving GOD did ask me this is what eye say 
PIZZA is food and leftovers is fine my mind works much better with some eye can 
find. FOOD is never a sin or a problem to me. The eye does not eat strips of left 
over pieces he eats the entire pizzas. Eye am good at what eye dew eye can 
survive. And iff ewe ever get the word out to the people in the twilight zone just tell 
them scrounging pizza is better than the bone of chewing fat from steaks and 
living high on Hogg eye am better off alone and living with my love she knoes just 
who she is she knoes just who she loves. 

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There is no darkenness in the LORD my GOD he is perfect and forever more the 
creation He has made a little less than perfectly but some things he made to 
warm our hearts in spring are nearly formed as close to GOD he loves them all 
the dragonflies is one of those they meet all the requirements for our love. 
Four wings so delicately made to fly. A faces only mothers could have loved. NO 
reason much to live except just to exist existence then is love. They fly and have 
ewe noticed them at night how they like to lite near open water near a waterfall 
ewe find them mostly brown but there aer read ones and some blue ones and 
some good ones no they are only good ones and they spy on lovers in the night 
One heart lonesome thinking of her man one heart yearning to be a man they 
find each other in the dragon fly again. Water drowns a man he wants to swim 
into the underwater dragonfly the lair of all the mermaid wishes she is there oh 
mye Ianthe. You are terribly adorable! mon ange. 
Soon the dragonflies will come back again 
L()()K at this it seems that love has blinded her to mye reality she waits and 
searches for our love amid the gleaming pearls of water searching for the wings 
the spotted owl no the raven quoted no the flying serpent there no it is the yellow 
tail the golden flyer there the portent of mye heart turned into love. 

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A Spiritual Richness

A spiritual richness blossoms within
When love is shared in a spiritual way
The moment selfish lust is cast aside
Giving His spiritual love a home to stay

For His Living words are very priceless
They are the truest of jewels to hold
They make your spirit to shine radiantly
Much brighter than diamonds or gold

Begin your day within His perfect blessing
Always seek His spirits love to daily hold 
And wherever  each day you might travel
Along side of you His spirit will also go

Remember love the Lord God with all your heart
With all your mind, and soul, and strength
And in keeping with that, love your neighbors
As yourself with the love within God did plant

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Man or Dove 
GOD is Jesus. A living GOD does not have to frustrate Him self with a man at all 
but he does what a GOD wants and no one can tell HIM anyway. He could have 
done a different planet and never made the man the ADAM. He could have been 
a DOVE and ruled the WORLD of DOVES nothing moving on the surface of the 
planet except food for DOVE. 
John 20:30-31 
 Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which 
are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that 
Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his 
The written word is given not so perfectly it seems the detractors of the Gospel 
will agree the BIBLE has been written by the men and not the DOVE. He does not 
complain of feathers colored wrong he does not jealously assume the plume of 
other birds he never drinks too much or eats too many seeds of grass he never 
wants a different colored shirt of blue upon his back he has feathers mostly gray 
and brown a DOVE is GOD in FORM of FLESH and LOVE. Today eye discovered 
a dove a thing of beauty made in love the GOD most certainly seems to me to be 
a creator capable of form. The feathers around the eye. The way the dove tried to 
see me from the side she turned her delicate head just like a lady in love. The 
feet seemed too large on her for dove but seemed like duck perhaps this dove 
was just malformed an egg in need of more attention in the nest but not the fault 
of GOD. On DOVE WORLD there is one tree where DOVE the GOD does live. She 
preens her feathers and she rules but yet she loves them. When a DOVE dies 
and falls from SKY she moves herself to see just where it lays and then SHE 
Cries a mournful sound in otherwise so pretty of a face she can raise it from the 
dead and send it into Heaven then to live and fly forever no more in need of world 
of food or anything. One day upon the Dove Earth the sky was filled with war the 
demon doves were killing all the poor. They called a halt in vain attempts at 
peace and then a most marvelous thing. The DOVE GOD she flew to high and 
spread her wings in a hurried dive she slammed into the ground at Supersonic 
speed and then she died and then she screamed eye am alive eye hold the keys 
the poor will soon come and live with me and then the SOUL of GOD the DOVE it 
flew to Heaven where it grew to be the JESUS GOD. 
He rules in love. A DOVE,MAN,GOD. 

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Several missing parts some scars beaten up and left for dead the mighty men 
have used the fists oh GOD when will eye get some rest walking walking looking 
looking searching for my hideaway my endless questing telling portenting 
changing my namme today.
Jesus tells me in the Bible he has a namme for me to find so whenever eye see 
a stone of white eye look asunderneathe the rock and ponder. Oh wow there was 
a small dark stone there so eye took my namme to mean DARK STONE in an 
Indian manner my new nicknamme was visible there and given mee today. 
Charlax Darkstone sounds like some lost Indian fighter with buckskin britches 
pooring out his heart to save the villagers. A Statistic very bad vibrations from the 
passing stranger’s men it seems have followed Satan they are walking after lust 
not contemplation Oh brief candle out out but wait for love and stay alive she 
loves me please just try to find me ewe knoe just who ewe aer.  
Leaning to the million dollar giveaway the DOUBLEDAY publishers called me 
today and begged me for another chance to publish my anthology a prance of 
under moonlighted night the moon is setting way too quickly falling light is dark 
so dark it fits my namme my new nicknamme the DarkStone man has come. 
She sits and drinks her coffee sipping past the lipps and seeing only love. 
DarkStone is that yew old bean and how eye manage to avoid the many 
StormTroopers in my area and the Gendarmes who come strolling jauntily 
aiming from the hippopotamus erectus at the eye. Overcome with honor that she 
loves me this one is at odds become extant with the extinction of us all the 
problems of a man even when he is forgiven are so many and still varied until 
they multitude them past the ending now. Eye have a problem with the Judging 
all the man who meet me seems so evil and eye still do want to curse them even 
though the GOD the JESUS does not like it the statistics missed me nah nah 
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah. To the man in the truck the tires is only 
rubber and they bounce the road will not protect you but someday it will come 
and get you so look out. Make me shout make me holler make me doubt. Eye 
have beaten all the odds and lived in spite of odd man out. Revelation 2:17
He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who 
overcomes, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white 
stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it.

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What Songs

What songs shall find new life within me
When the darkness softly embraces the sky 
As the sun runs it course into the ocean
While like a master painter he fills my eyes
With the beauty of another very lovely sunset
Whose spiritual rhythms softly soothe my soul
While massaging my heart with his tender caress
Leaving on its walls many sweet memories of gold

He brings my heart within to dance vibrantly   
Full of his love's most radiant lasting kiss
Joyfully reminding me when tomorrow comes
I will be filled again with its loveliness

Which he spent the night away from me preparing
The most breathtaking scene one can ever find
So when I open my eyes to greet the new dawning
I will be embraced lovingly by a treasure divine.

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~ The Great Writers ~ (A Riddle) ~ Part #2 Chap #1

Overzealous I read someone say he was this. I say thank God for this. Truly people, in what context of will while not knowing him, his heart, and in the ways he presented God in this. How he spoke of him in what he plainly i see he has done for him, what he believes ... truly people, to create such a "forum like this" this is just proof to me, how much power has been given him. I believe he got you people. "He got you good"! "He got me"! His spamming as you say, was truly-probably a judgement call that bothered him. He got you with the truth he was brought through to this point in his belief in life with his God with. I can see because I believe as he says given his relations with His, as I too believe to be now God, myself. He fully believes as well this, his ours our God. The Creator of you, me, the world. As he is, as you have placed him apart from this God has carried him apart from your contempt. No! I believe too. Having had diarrhea myself. Yes when having this, just stop yourself right then in that moment. Buddy the mind over matter thing doesn't work so well now does it. Or is this control I feel of- the souls-depending on God. A kind excuse of His, just to bring us closer to Him. In other words people. Who created all of us? The stars? Heavens? Rocks that are rubbed together form themselves? Was there some one something greater. Were we born of this contempt? Or through all our fears in the absence of the presence of God, do we adapt, are taught and still can't truly as hard as we tried with all our might, stop ourselves from this?

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What is Answers about? 
Taking time out of my schedule writing to make a complaint online in the form of 
a question in the form of a rhyme perhaps perhaps it will not be a rhyme at all but 
it will be a question a searching for answers? 
What is Answers about? 
          Do homeless people have rights such as left alone when sleeping? 
In General - Society & Culture - Asked by Charlax H - 3 answers - 2 weeks ago 
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YOU are not even keeping my suggestions???????????? 
eye have entered OVER at least TEN of these??? 
Paranoia strikes deep in the millennium 
People get afraid to peer into the future 
Fear becomes the ruling factor 
Big bother is rally there and they are watching you 
In the form of YAHOO 
Eye have worried about this for far too long 
Eye gave the university my web site to play with 
They could crack the password and delete me 
YAHOO could take away my email 
And then eye would keep writing 
And making more Fables. 
Today my name is GOD er eye meant CHARLAX. 

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The only other thing they do is to request more information. 
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Trust only in GOD and tie up they camel. 

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Sunday afternoons

Sunday afternoons

i abandoned my self, and reached out with all my heart
to a God whom i knew could help me survive
and keep me from coming all the way apart
and for awhile i was so truly alive

now i am better, and so much worse
Jesus helped me through the valley of the shadow
lifted what seemed Satans' own curse
now i can function in this world, but i know,

this day to day life isn't the point of it all
this house i side doesn't matter anymore
i hear loud and clear the call
and i can't answer the knocking at the door

because of all this housework i have to do
the dishes need washing, the bedroom's a mess
asnd when i'm all done, there's laundry, too
i'm simply to busy and needed for God to bless

i say, when i think of it, that He created me for Him
that what i do for this body is a waste of time
i want to pray away the day, to sing my favorite hymn
to put down the load, and really start to climb

like i was meant to from birth
to devote my life to a higher calling
to pursue God for all i'm worth
i had found a Towering Peak, now, i'm falling

down, down, down, to the valley floor
in the mud, and the dirt
yet i still know what living's for
and for the path i'm still alert

to find again the Lord i loved so completely
to find through Him, a way to clean the dirt that hurts
instead of the floors, or the dog hair i see
or the pans, or the yard, or my shirts

somehow i've got to find a way
to excape those things that hold me down
and open my eyes again one day
and see in me, a friend of a King, who gives His crown

instead iof a loser, whos sin is so comfortably worn
a man meant for God, but used up by men
a man looking up, yet so careworn, forlorn
and longing to feel his Saviors touch again

this is me, as hopeless as a man could be
i remember times spent with the only Holy One
moments burning bright in memory
i would go back, but the chores aren't done

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~ The Great Writers ~ (A Riddle) ~ Part #3 Chap #1

The point of the whole entire poem I believe each poem in their individuality, Spoke, of remaining open. As he I feel in the hopes of unity, plainly stated, if truly you would look again. Beauty comes in many a shade and color. With God even in the dark. Where are you now good people? Where so far have you been? Where would you want to go? This poem was a cry to all, from something far greater than us. A cry, for a world absent of contempt of our Father, God, one another, a cry of Him and for peace ... ! What other would your fears now have it to be? Funny I feel it is how contempt can cause such controversy! Unbenonced to me ... . I believe he knew the great writers, there spirit through their writing and looked with God and the world, and saw the truth and wrote with them between the lines. People now, as he has inspired me! It is as well in God in whom I believe! Would you now with what you proved to Him? Will you as well prove this to me? Bold and daring I feel he is ... ! (~) There was a story of a man who wrote from the heart. With pen in hand he cut through worldly waters absent of faith . He "wrote":? (~) ~ ~ ~ I am the wick He is the light, His majesty surounds all of Him, us. I reach. The chains from my pen bind me. Lord help me! Why ... ? Would you die for me? Teach me Lord brake-me Lord, make me Lord ... again? Help me to better know-You? (~) (He comes in the morning.)

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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #23

~ Shown to me here, as it is one now known by me to be the very beauty of His generous character. The one seen shining, on the no truer notions of his. Known now by me as well to be alive, and well, and faithfully thriving, and willingly evolving within the generous opening, of his tiny little heart. The one telling the story of the sweetness of His simple passion and desire for God and of the peaceful utterance and perfect example. (For all to embrace...) Of his selfless humility, and being myself in love with God and being overwhelmed and forever touched by this and by His presence. ~  ~ So in awe of Him, and being so relieved. I begin to cry... As in an new way I begin again, to marvel, and again. I am left here... In complete abandon. ~  ~ And so... so amid this tender moment with Him... I arrive home with family and little Jamie here today. The very same way that I left, and so I reckon... ~ ~ I reckon I'll go out, about a small bit to roam and wander for a while and dream of this glorious life. ~  ~ Yep! The one that is being sown for me and so very sweetly proposed, through the love of God, the one I have faithfully and wholeheartedly accepted now, and have been honestly granted I find! ((( Here.))) Amidst the precious love of my two wonderful children and gracious wife, ( and amid the ever fervent and fledgling hope and certain and ever endearing honestly tender, peaceful offering of His. ) Given to us all through the grace of His greater insight and loving ambition. )) As we all hope and patiently pray and await the perfect beauty! Of the wondrous blessing and promise... Of the glorious birth of our little one Jamie, our new born child. ))) ~  ~ Or maybe, maybe come to think of it," I'll just quietly set here some and whittle awhile, and talk some more with you and our generous Lord today amid the beauty of the season. For a time... (and yes, and I say,) as I do know it will be for me " but only for a spell ". As I think of my fondness for him, and ponder the many splendid visions of hope I have with them and with God. ~

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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #24

~ Yes, I'll set here with Him and with you, but only for a moment... " Yes talk some alone with you and Jesus! " Of my many dreams.For my new, and expanding family, and for me,and for Jamie, (((and the many a sorted thing,))) and yes I reckon. ~  ~ To run off laughing still I just might go off alone again in time to wrestle with the wind. (((Oh but no, really...))) In my honesty, and my abandon and in the gentle advance of my heart, I say to you. For this is to be considered as well. ~ ~ In a while I reckon. (I'll want to go back in to help Ma and real soon, and of this I'm sure.) ~  ~ To set the table for dinner, and fold, a small lot of the laundry, it is my honest hope this time while I play and roll and jump around on the ground some for a moment with my two teenage children and our little Jamie, our young one, and feed my tiger fish and then do some of the rest of my chores, and so I have found through God and through the sweet nature and e'er-gentle heart beating well within Him. ~  ~ It is to be mine, this! my greatest fortune! ~  ~ To have a happy home now and the better part of my fancy set free. For so beset and living in the honest way-beside-me ... . By one! The tenderness given to me through the nature of His perfect goodness, perfect Grace. ~  ~ Gods' love has finally found me, but still wandering, will I always be! Down along that leafy road. Perusing along, out amid the mighty structures of the spruces with Jamie and the honey humble bumble bee, bumbling on by beside me, and never will I forget these. ~  ~ As back when as to cast them... I set my thoughts of this day with my family and with him... Aloof the songs of the wind while in love I ran about and chasing them with the many little jumpy grasshoppers. (Always ever ginger in their joy!) ~  ~ As they carried in their way for me, and within their spirited hands. My hope of this day! One I have found with them, and in view of God and in the ever perfect way, ( of all of this, (His natural beauty!)) ~  ~ Yes Jamie could be seen, and as God is the one who has granted me this time to be alone with him. ~

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food for thought

Christ illuminates 
and we feast our spirits eyes
with food for thought, we ruminates
and, a gift of God, we realize!

all of our spirits, before God, dance and sing
we celebrate, He re-creates, we've to ask, and work, and wait
all for our God, who has given us everything
and on Him, i would happily place my fate

and one fine day, while still on Earth
we will see, and indeed be, evidence of God On High
proven will be our Divine re-birth
as time on Earth goes by, and Heaven draws ever more nigh

and through this time, those around can see
that God is real, and they can then know
to seek Him too, and be made true, and free
and their dis-belief can finally go

they too, can be remade, in His image so grand
and look ahead, past their death bed, to life instead
and all people can come to understand
what Jesus meant when He said,

"Peace be unto you."

but know this, that til that wondrous day
no Christian will be perfect, just forgiven
but i think that is mostly okay
since life aint for regrettin, but for livin'!!!!

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~ The Great Writers ~ (A Riddle) ~ Part #1 Chap #1

(~) There was a story of a man- who wrote from the heart. With pen in hand he cut- through worldly waters- absent of all, but his faith. (~) He wrote: (~) He-comes-in-the-morning ... ! (~) ~ ~ ~ "I- am the wick He is the light ... . His majesty surrounds all of Him-us- I reach ... ! The chains from my pen bind me ... . Lord help me! Why oh why ... ? Would you die for me ... ? Teach me Lord brake-me Lord, make me Lord again" ... ? Help me know ... ? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ So it ensued they shunned him: in my busy world I stopped by and read it! it supported me ... . I mean I really studied it in comparison to mine. The lives I see, the history, of what I have felt, believed. That you cannot hear, see it yourselves. I haven't heard, seen of a faith such as this in quite a long time. Where and what people were you doing and where were you at, yourself at your lowest moment, when God came to you if you haven't asked Him yet? This man is weak within because of this "Powerful" I feel with his God in the absence of self. How many of you would spill there "life's''" "guts" on to page? For all like some of you to read? Be "bashed' for this! No your fear has held you fully, kept you from this. Maybe people He, Our God must truly hurt for him, given the conversations. For you, for me. So he is not of the greatest writers, but what an effort. It was written through something greater I feel, for you and me. It was for me a greater expression of faith, yes ... faithfulness in something other than himself I know now he has expressed through his belief. I know given my own fears, doubt, pain, It seems I could have never have expressed what he so plainly now has put to page. Seemingly as you have shown him what he feared. All given still I feel knowing myself in my own life the torture of all this kind of bantering, coldness of words, echoes of his our world. His words he still gave I feel, knowing this, without a thought of himself.

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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #40

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   ~ A Sovereign God ~ (The War) ~ Pray ... ! The war will not be long-friends. The one that is said to come. About as long as this poem. A mighty thrashing will rise from-Him and-after, His-blessings- ~ will reign. ~ An-eternity-of His Love ... His peace will shine for-those-about-Him ... ! For-the-willing, a Glorious refrain  ... ! An aeolian Liberty, promise ... . What then will become of those ... absent of faith in Him-that-work for themselves alone, apart from Him ...   spatting on those of faith-in-Him-staring down-at-them-beating-belittling, stubborn, blinded-by their care-within for themselves ... ? Caring-not, for another's-soul, while-still-filled with such love for-everything more, other than-Him ... ! As they wade-within, absent-of His-peace ... ?  Absent of their sorrow-before Him, sill not-will-they move-towards-Him-behold the God of Zion. Sadly no ... though still-personally I would hope-not they-would-be, burning-evermore-within-themselves for forgiveness their release ... .  I would not-want this ... ? Asking why-not-me, as they are consumed by-their-sorrows, Will they forever-reign.  Wondering as they will ... why ... ? Oh friends ... pray ... ! Please pray ... !     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance--that principle is contempt prior to investigation." By Herbert Spencer   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~    A-poem-that-will-lead-you-back-hopefully-to-ponder-the-idea-of-this.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #11

Stirring, the emotion, sometimes you just have to make waves. Love provides ... its benignity, true hope freedom and peace! Lasting on ... no small time-forever. Surrender friend is endless-it-is! To wake up everyday, it's a joy to do it, taken alongside gentle cool winds clemency abounds of grace of chance! God bless the man- willing to walk with him! Knows Him as his faith! ~ "The ways of a fool, delight themselves trammeled amid closed eyes. Believing what is seen in view of them alone is then the only view ... desire. One that only they themselves can trust, in earnest". "Honest Open Willing hearts abide able, lead them knowing this. Are lead themselves by and through the tender eyes of grace.Mercy enlightened illuminated high upon their gape". "No more, contempt abides amid indifference"! Peace e'er aware of this truth ... evermore abundant ... is the eminent beauty that Reigns" ... ! Her tears-by the way of the run of her cheek do fall, they pave the way for the day for her dreams to be realized in Him, and as she cries, so-she-weeps. Softly casting-her hopes, and only sorrow upon the quiet-whispering of-the-wind. For to be told the willing heart she has always been known by God to be; no sweeter of a love for-Him-to-treasure. As amid the answer of the soothing breezes, they gently caress her a she quietly lies down midst the tears so wanted and shed for the love of the ones she beholds, so dear, and waiting; within the joy of the Heavens. Lives the wisdom of God, her Lord ... Jesus. For each tear she has wept so foretold they were already in His heart this beauty ... envisioned, and being shed they were shed for His life one-freely-given, and with each breath she takes. She knows, with-His-love, one given, and given for all with a hopeful condition, and so to speak ... she speaks aloud to Him now a grateful thank-you. As overwhelmed in all her honest emotion, tenderly for Him, she weeps. ~

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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #13

For Him to come, reign, in their hearts forevermore, and reestablish them. Yes to their once mighty position, of faith in Him, the faith, that when granted through His compassion, and ever loving Spirit, would come to echo in the sweet promotion of their peace, and her tears to be known. Are being heard by Him still today, and have served to weigh heavily on Gods ear. As her tears have convinced Him to convict and bring me to Him, and-I-know-God-now ... He is faithful, to her open heart; to the ever, faithful soul of her precious tears, and now, so am I, because free today. Here I am and weeping too, to Him, because of His compassion given, shown to me ... ! As I am overwhelmed in all my gratitude, and because my Lord, God Jesus. He heard me, even though, I could, just barely, cry. He cried for me, and so yes as well, He saw her crying there; full of her tears and honest prayers, to Jesus for me, and the sweet fact, that somebody actually cares, and understands, cares-just-enough, to ask God to find and hold up and bring my hope back for me. I am eternally grateful to Him. For His Love and because tenderly, for Him, and for the many, and the few like me and for you. I know, still, she can be found there. Until the time He comes again. Yes until then, she prays for peace for all, and a true freedom in Him. Yes for all the sick and tired, the broken, and still faintly Hoping. That still carry the desire, to be forever open. As forever moved by this. To the Hope for all the world, to The Lord Jesus, in complete abandon to Him. Willingly, and for a sweet release in Him. For all, under-the-cool- winds of peace, their-blanket of warmth, tenderly, she weeps. ~

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Healing Sanctuary

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Healing Sanctuary 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2014

A   sacred

Great Spirit,
resides -

dwells inside 
me -

I imagine,
is what

must be......

A sanctuary,
soundless -

Where voices
mute -

angelic souls

on clouds -

I live
Holistic Serenity.

my peaceful 


abode -

Healing Sanctuary

A place

dwells inside

 mind, body
and soul -

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Yes, my child

To think of God as one who would give Himself, through His Son, to suffer so,  for 
those who don’t even know His name.  

For Him to love so ultimately that He waits…Waits for the day that even one 
person can see or do no more to help themselves, and they cry out … ‘Oh, God!’   
He answers gently, ‘Yes, My child?’

What a fearful … no, horrifying thought, that what if God was not.  My breath 
leaves me at that thought.  For once you have known Him and that He is … to 
even imagine Him as not, is a horrifying thought!  A nightmare!

Oh, God!  Hear your child!  Hold your child for I have frightened myself beyond 
limits!  Hold me, Jesus, hold me tight!  Tell me Lord, how is it, that You love me?

When my eyes are stayed on Thee, I have peace.  When I have peace, I see 
clearly, all things look differently in Your light.  When my eyes are stayed on Thee.

As my eyes turn from Thee to focus on my troubles I am over whelmed in waves 
of turmoil and fear.  Misery and depression are all I know.

Then a slight glance and I once again see Thee.  I fix my eyes on You and peace 
fills my being once again.

Keep my eyes fixed on Thee, Oh Lord.  In Your peace I rest and regenerate in 
strength.  With all that is around me wanting to destroy me, I need Your peace 
and Your strength.

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What is Answers about? 
Taking time out of my schedule writing to make a complaint online in the form of 
a question in the form of a rhyme perhaps perhaps it will not be a rhyme at all but 
it will be a question a searching for answers? 
What is Answers about? 
          Do homeless people have rights such as left alone when sleeping? 
In General - Society & Culture - Asked by Charlax H - 3 answers - 2 weeks ago 
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YOU are not even keeping my suggestions???????????? 
eye have entered OVER at least TEN of these??? 
Paranoia strikes deep in the millennium 
People get afraid to peer into the future 
Fear becomes the ruling factor 
Big bother is rally there and they are watching you 
In the form of YAHOO 
Eye have worried about this for far too long 
Eye gave the university my web site to play with 
They could crack the password and delete me 
YAHOO could take away my email 
And then eye would keep writing 
And making more Fables. 
Today my name is GOD er eye meant CHARLAX. 

Thank you for contacting Yahoo! Customer Care to answer your question. 
support representative will get back to you within 48 hours regarding 
your issue. Until then, feel free to visit our online help center at 
for answers if you have not already done so. 
When eye contact THEM(yahoo) this is sent to me. 
The only other thing they do is to request more information. 
The moral of this fabel of the CharlaX one android seven given 
Trust only in GOD and tie up they camel. 

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Judgment Day

Judgment Day has come!!!  I stand before the Almighty Father!  How will I be 
judged?  Will I have tears of joy … or fall to my knees crying tears of terror?

I stand shaking before the Thrown of God.  The accuser, Satan, lays out all my 
faults and failures before The Almighty.  Shame haunts me, as he cries out my 
sins, one after another.  Feeling small and alone,  my legs give out from 
weakness and I fall on my face in fear, as I see God sit quietly listening, as if in 
disgust.  Just when I think the horrible things Satan reveals of my life seal my 
fate; Jesus stands up and orders Satan, “Be silent!”  My heart leaps!  My breath 
departs from me, until I hear Jesus’  words.  

Jesus reminds God the Father, that it was for those very sins that He died.  That it 
was for those sins His body was ripped and tortured and hung on a cross.  I was 
forgiven when I accepted Him in my heart as my Lord and Savior.  He became my 
covering for my sins and sickness.  

Tears flow, I shake uncontrollably as I hear God the Father say, ‘This is true.  
When you received My Son as your Savior, you received salvation.  His blood 
washed those and all sins away.   I see a vessel white as snow’.  

As I watch, God throws my sins into the abyss, never to be seen or brought up 
again.  I cry tears of joy as I sit at His feet.  ‘I have been saved from torment and 
separation from God’, I rejoice loudly!  

‘Enter, my child’, are the words He says, ‘come to the table and feast.  Dance and 
be merry for you are a child of the Almighty and there is no accuser to condemn 
you.  Rejoice in the salvation of your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ’.  

In my Father’s House I see others rejoicing for they also have been saved by the 
blood of Christ.  

Beauty surrounds me; living waters flow freely for all to drink.  There is no 
sadness, no fear, and no pain!  Only joy, peace and the presence of Love live 
here.  For we are with the author of Love.  God is Love, He radiates love.  

There is laughter.  I love to hear Jesus’ laugh!  It is so hardy and full of life.  To be 
in the presence of my God and Lord Jesus Christ,  to see their beauty and  feel 
their eternal love covering me is my longing.  I am home in my Father’s house!  

Will this be your story?  Or will yours have a sad ending?  It is your choice. 

God’s Word says , ‘For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten 
Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life’.  
John 3:16 

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Blessings flow unending…
Daily we have them,
Some we see
Some we don’t

There are those we appreciate 
While others we could do without

Thankfully, God knows
What we truly need
More so than we…

That even those blessings
We would rather not have
He can and will use to bless us abundantly
If we accept and allow

I want all the blessings to flow
Unending from God above