Why do birds have wings,
Did you ever watch them fly?
Gracefully they fill the air,
Beauty in the sky.
Why do puppies wag their tail,
Their happiness so pure?
The little squeeks and special sounds,
Steal your heart for sure.
Why do trees have leaves,
Their branches reaching far?
Their start in life a tiny seed,
Their growth wonder and awe.
Why does the sun rise in the East,
Brighten our life each day?
It then sets in the West,
When it is time to go away.
Why do flowers only bloom,
For a little while?
We enjoy their beauty,
They soon go out of style.
Why is there a rainbow,
Whose colors have no end?
Why is it not straight,
Instead of in a bend?
Moses brought the Israelites,
Out of Egypt's land.
How did they get there anyway,
We do not understand.
Thomas, do you believe,
Because you see and feel?
Bless those who accept the Son,
For it is God's Will.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
OH MY GOD!!!
Assemble all the gods we’ve built,
stand them in a line, then walk along
the corridor and ponder which is yours,
which is mine? Dragons, stoics, satyrs,
saints, all stony faced with colored paints.
Some in regal pompous robes others missing
all their clothes. Fierce and sullen, sour faced
one look to put you in your place, kind and
gentle, bended knee promising to set you free.
Ogre sneers on giant cats, fat and sassy spoiled brats.
These are the gods we have created.
Thank God they never met - and mated.
John G. Lawless
Day by day my body decays
And my soul waits
For the warmth of your embrace
The meaning I cannot trace
The time is now to receive your grace
I remember much
Yet memories past have no bearing
I can see much
The meaning almost clear
The dust settles and chaos vanquished
Peace and love echoed again and again through the halls of time
Bear no weight until the final moments
A single frame as I lay
Time will no longer wait and I can no longer stay
Harmony engulfs me
Symphonies escort me
And angels guide me
My loving Father waits for me
I can almost see Him
I certainly feel Him
The old world fades to grey
A brilliant glow not of this world fills me
A love not felt by mortals
It is the beginning of the end
My breath shallow
My thoughts clear
My soul readies
Do not weep
He is waiting for me
This is exactly where I am supposed to be
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work
Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.
People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.
My soul is Hindu...
My head is Islam...
My heart is Christian...
Every part of our body has various righteousness.
Every religion is teaching us the knowledge of humanity and love.
Truly religion gives us strong base of life and peace.
Similarly science means comprehensive knowledge.
Science is teaching us the knowledge of existence and prosperity.
Scientific religion is called spiritualism.
It's the historical contribution of science and religion.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
I grabbed my fishing pole and all the fishing lures I thought I would need. Now, I’m on my way to fish for my daily meal.
When I got to the waterfront, there were no fish for me to catch. I was disappointed, so I decided to sit down and think.
While sitting there thinking, a man came over to me. He ask, why are you just sitting here with your fishing pole and lures?
I told the man coming here was a big mistake, so, I’m sitting here because there are no fish for me to catch.
The man said follow me, I’ll take you to a place where you can fish, you won’t need your fishing pole or your lures and you won’t have any regrets.
I didn’t understand what he was saying, but I followed him anyway to see what was his plan.
He took me to a place where a crowd of people had gathered. I said to him, there is no water so how can I fish, what can I hope to catch.
I said to myself, I’ll never catch any fish because too may people are here, so now my hope had been totally shattered.
He said listen to what I say, then you will understand why I brought you to this place.
He stood in front of the crowd and he started to speak. His voice was soft and gentle, like sweet honey to a bee.
He spoke of love, kindness, forgiveness and many other wonderful thing. I forgot about wanting to catch fish for me to eat.
He keep talking and I started to understand. He wanted me to fish for lost souls, so I can teach them about God’s holy plan.
I’m no longer a fisherman for creatures of the sea. I am a fisherman for the Lord, that was His ultimate plan for me.
An adopted culture
inculcated into individuals
with packages full of half truths
blended with interests so personal
as the convictions of its prey
are bought too cheaply.
A never fully understood process
a system either ambiguous
or full of darkness
yet commands dedication and loyalty
Far from being a lifestyle
a pretender; so hypocritical to spirituality
and a sworn enemy to freedom
appears as the light
but comes in a flash and leaves total darkness
its actual and true nature.
So well obeyed
and diligently served
powerful and mighty
as it is a master
in manipulating the mind.
It's cage is heavy
with thick Iron rods
very small and compressive
but having no lock,
want to come out? Simply open the door
and emancipate yourself.
You need not follow the doctrine of man
to be spiritual
a mortal guide is ideal
but finding your own understanding
is the most appropriate
or else, you'd be burnt
by the deadly flames of religion
NOTE: There is a huge difference between being spiritual and being religious. Even in Christianity, Jesus Christ condemned the pharisees and Sadducees over and over again.. Why? They were religious and not spiritual!
I CAN’T BREATHE
I am being suffocated by causes.
Will we march Quixote-like
enraged by the spinning of the windmills?
We protest the wars carrying placards
while expecting others to carry arms,
praise God and worship Jesus while
condemning all others to eternal damnation.
How many would offer to abort – an abortion –
by offering to adopt the child at birth,
feed the hungry at their own kitchen table,
stage a “die-in” in the lobbies of academia
demanding they empty their cash filled
endowment accounts – and give to the poor,
clothe the naked, drill wells for the thirsty.
In our effort to “Celebrate Diversity” are we
selectively excluding those who are just
too diverse for us? Must we sacrifice our
history and culture on the altar of inclusiveness?
Perhaps, in time, our exhalations will become
toxic to an environment devoid of trees to
balance our co-dependent existence.
Why are the rights of the 1% minority less
important than those of the 99% who claim
to be in the majority. Are not politicians corrupt
by the very nature of the political power structure?
Should we vote blindly because we do not
listen – only hear what we want to hear,
sit in the eye of the hurricane of apathy
warning all of the dangers outside of it,
tax the poor to fund programs for the poor,
subsidize farmers to grow less to keep the
prices high, rail against compromises in
the privacy laws while posting our lives
on Face Book, twitter, and u-tube.
Have we forgotten the cries of the oppressed:
“No more genocides, no more holocausts”,
turned our backs, averted our eyes
lest we see the horror we negligently condone.
Will we black out all our bumper stickers,
discard all of our tee shirts, assist the
elderly shopper in reaching the high shelf,
pick up after our pets – or even more
spiritually – pick up after someone else,
speak to the disheveled panhandler –
if only briefly - to say good morning,
contribute more than money and
three cans of tuna to the food drive,
assist voters to the polls regardless
of their political leanings, allow those
who do not see our concerns as having
any real value their opinion. Will we(I)
be their when the marches are over,
the media bored with the cause, the
placards torn and faded, the enthusiasm
waning as work, school, exams, life –
and the living of it – move us back to
the eye of the maelstrom, the safety of
conformity, the “peace” of acquiescence.
Or will we scream each morning
“LET US BREATHE”. Let us breathe
life and passion and power into our
day, reach out and “BE CAUSE”,
stay the course lest the ship lose
it heading, run aground on the shoals
of false satisfaction at how involved
we were, how much we accomplished.
Will we breathe the breath of truth,
of freedom, of love, of peace, of unity
across this land reaching to the shores
and forests of our world, reaching to
touch the hand of that stranger
who lives next door.
John G. Lawless
He has so many names and there is so much confusion.
I'm not sure I know them all but here are a few.
"High Priest Melchizedek" (Genesis 14:18) "king of Salem"
"The Priest of God Most High." (also see in New Testament)
"Son of Man" (Revelation 1:12-20 Mattew 9:6-13 John 8:28 John 6:62
John 1:51 3:13 3:14 5:27 6:27 6:53 6:62) (Acts 7:56)
(Luke 11:30-12:8-12:10-12:19 12-whole chapter too many others
"Imamanuel" (Matthew 1:23) (Isaiah 7:14)
"I am the true vine" (John 15:1)
"Jesus Christ" (Matthew 1:18-25)
"A Savior Who is Christ the Lord" (Luke 2: 11-12)
I am running out of space and We've only scratched the surface,
there are so many more that fit the purpose.
So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?
If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
He has so many names and there is so much confusion,
I'm sure I don't know them all but here are a few.
All of his names come from the root words God, Jesus, Christ,
King, used in different variations throughout the old and new
testaments. It would take years of work to compile them all.
"Root of Jesse" (Isaiah 11:10)
"Stumbling Block" (1 Corinthians 1:23)
"Son of the HIghest" (Luke 1:32)
"a horn of salvation" (Luke 1:69)
"Stone which the builders rejected" (Luke 20:17)
"King of Peace" "King of Salem" (Hebrews 7:2-24)
"First born son of Mary Christ Jesus" (Matthew 1:25)
"He is the image of the invisible God the first born of all creation"
(Collossians 1:15 by help of James Paranteau)
"Adam" per help of Don Johnson (1 Corinthians 15: 45-49)
"the word became flesh" (John 1:14)
"Jehovah" "YAH" per help of Andria Dietrich (Isaiah 12:2-6)
"Israel of God" (Galatians 6:13-18)
I am sure there are many more that fit the purpose.
How can geographic points for interaction
and socializing become haram?
Catching up with the flying time
and constant upgrade in civilization process;
these too are also haram?
Is seeking knowledge and applying
understanding haram too?
Funny enough, a particular 'god'
gives his affirmation to this
way of stone age enslaving way of living.
Females with males on the same platform
and their significance and huge role
in a modern society is so haram.
'must', 'force' and compulsion; their coat of arm.
dialogue and democracy abominations and canal.
In short, all are considered haram.
Spoken words without submission;
submission without worship and reverence;
reverence not to a supreme called 'Allah'
enough reasons, for death to shop on souls.
Free will, liberty and freedom;
worst of all, the right to live
have now been considered haram.
Even with such a babaric ideology
They forget that.......................................
the use of communicating devices is haram
why use video clips and satellite cells
instead of crows and birds?
They forget that.........................................
the use of bombs and weapons
of mass destruction is haram.
Why not use stones and bare fighting skills?
Even the bow and arrow
are invention of knowledge and science!
They forget that............................................
machines and wheels are also haram.
Why not use camels and horses?
They forget that..........................................
the cotton and silk they wear are haram.
Why not use leaves and animal skin?
The same ideology they propagate
is the same they contradict
leaving them with absolutely no excuse
and gross foolishness in committing
these huge crimes against humanity.
This is not a war,
yet we have prisoners and girl slaves?
We aren't in the battle field
yet people are dying in mass and numbers?
Holy smoke! This is the 21st century for goodness sake...
yet we are compelled to
live beneath stones and
find warmth beside raw fires?
Woe unto you, masters of terror!
don't forget that after a time cycle
another hour immediately begins.
You'll be caught up with your deeds
and the whole of nature will spit on your existence.
Life has been sweet, mysterious
and full of hope like an expectant mother.
Even though you've succeeded
in making it a blind date;
we'll face the occasion with hope
never giving up
on the final sight of a beautiful new acquaintance.
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?
TRUST IN GOD
WO RAATOO KO UT KAR AKSAR
APNAY RAB SAY SHIKAYAT KARTA THA
UNDA - E - ZAY AHTEYJAAJ KO WO
LAMHEY SHIKAYAT KEHTA THA
NADAAN NASAMAJ PAGAL DEEWANA
HALAAT KI GARDISH KA ILZAAM
WO APNAY RAB KO DIYA KARTA THA
EK DIN ALLAH KO JOSH AYA
TAQDEER KO US NAY BADAL HI DALA
AP WO RAATOO KO UT KAR
ROZ ! SUJDAY KIA KARTA HAY
SHUKRAY KUDA KAY NAM PAR
HAR ROZ ROHYA KARTA HAY
US KI TAKRAR MAY US KAY AITAJAAJ MAY
EK YAQEEN KA RANG THA, EK UMEED KA DUNG THA
ALLAH KO YEH SAB PASAND AYA
BOLA! JA TUJH KO MAY NAY NAWAZ DIYA
JO MANGTA HAY MANG
JO KEHTA HAI KHAY
KAY MAY RAZI HOON TUJH SAY BAHUT
KUN KAY MAY HI TERA KHUDA HOON
WRITTEN BY SHAISTA MANSOOR
Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree even more valuable than the gold that runs from seven hills prolongs the days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened. The Lord does hate pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom with an expected end pure love as God gives the increase I have tasted the Lord is gracious A strong warning from the savior Jesus He is Lord whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire some may say the old sage is just saber rattling Essayage the shoe on the other foot walking a mile in someone else shoes who has two left feet and one leg longer truly your feet are bound to get sore circling around the mountain just assaying the metal who is your maker I know mine For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of glory I am not straining gnats just spitting out the the filthy camel Love the Lord God Jesus and every man your neighbor all the glory of man as the flower of grass like sagebrush God made foolish the wisdom of this world put your faith and hope in God and not in men though man's urban inflections change the Word of the Lord stands sure Everlasting superior are God's ways than man's momentary dullness
In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.
Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.
A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.
Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.
Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.
The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.
For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.
Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.
The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.
The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.
Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
That was thrown on the battle field for my soul
The inevitable mortal wound waits for me on yonder hill
As the dawn breaks on the time transcribed for me
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
When he was first enclosed
For three dark days and three lonely nights
Until he returned unto the light
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
When we are first enclosed
Waiting for his trumpet to blow
And for all of his people to be called home
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
alone on a planet,
the planet he was born on,
the planet which gave him strength,
which gave him everything he needed,
what he realizes is the planet wasn't what he thought it was,
the people weren't the people he thought they where,
the human being is not even the human we know about.
Into the deep detail of the human skin he goes,
what he witnesses is huge symbolism coming from the universe,
every form bonding with another form,
the form which bonds ,
keep on bonding as life is a infinite form.
What he discovers is he is in a delusion which is preventing him from becoming complete,
a delusion coming from the higher system such as religion & politics.,
The system which infects our mind ,
making us manipulated for its selfish desires,
the system which turns us into a auto destructive machine,
the system which is not going to let you discover the infinite and what you truly are,
the system consisting of a rebellious negative energy created from the principle of pure destruction.,
A system controlled from another form of life which wants us to remain slaves!,
slaves it wants us so we wont become complete as it fears us!.
Every friend is an extension of me. Every friend has taught me what I am.
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who cared for me, loved me,
and gave me a warm experience of the feeling of love?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who made me feel that I am
so beautiful, and gave me the feeling of being on the top of the world?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who has given me the knowledge
and helped me to stand in front of the world with the feeling of security.
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who went away from me and
gave me the experience of detachment from loved ones and loneliness?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who cheated me and thereby
gave me the experience of the feelings of hate and anger?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who left me and found another
friend and thereby gave me experience of jealousy?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who put me down and made me
feel inferior by showing my weakness, giving me the experience of deprivation?
How can I not be thankful to ALL those friends, who just made me think
that my mind is in the control of others and nothing is in my own control?
One day I sat in the corner of my room, thinking and thinking, looking here
and there, and then saw what: A glance at a book of Buddha!
How can I not be thankful towards the Buddha who explained compassion to me .
My dear friend, destroy these mental seeds of those feelings that control your mind.
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of hate?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of anger?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of jealousy?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of greed?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of laziness?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of clinging?
These emotions are very harmful to your mind…
Reform your mind my dear friend!
Dhamma will teach you, how to reform nothing other than your mind.
TREE OF LIFE.
I am He that gives life to man, yet man knows me not.
I lived in the midst of man but man never appreciated my importance.
Every tree you can see around gives life; some give life to aquatics creatures; while some terrestrials.
I stands as the only Tree that man needs to resurrect
I was called the Tree of Life when your fathers were in the garden,
I created the tree of knowledge; I refused to live inside the tree until fullness of time.
Fullness of time? Yes.
Fullness of time when man shall eat me and live forever.
Other trees rely on me for provisions till date, all the trees in all ages knee down before me for adoration.
My splendors are in the works I created.
I am He that you rejected but was accepted by those that deserves life.
All the branches that are mine sons and daughters sprout from me,
I am He that gives life and nourishments to sons of men.
The waving branches of trees; reminds me of my numerous glories,
My Source intervened and man departed from mine presence
Then, man screamed, and I saw the look at his face;
I said, Oh! one day, I the Tree of Life shall come and die for you and you shall be my branches.
Thought of all kinds rushing as early streams in the mind of men,
The mind of man asked: How can you die for me and still have me as your branch?
No tree ever dies and still remain alive to produce branches.
Dies you said? Asked the Tree of Life.
Yes ! death. It is my destiny to die.
The glory of your existence is in my death.
In dispensations and ages to come, I shall be the vine and you be my branches.
The fruits of my Tree that you once denied shall you eat and speak of its power to nations.
Greater will your fame be than I when you shall know my knowledge.
I will no longer be in the garden where I was kept and guard by Angels; The heart of men shall be my abode.
All the branches whom you are, shall spread the good news,
I was written in engrafted words in tablets; So shall I in the heart of every man.
I am the Root of roots, the only Root that carry the universe and never complains.
You once had no access to me; but now, through my death you have gained access.
I came as knowledge from my Source and whosoever eats of me, have the Source of everlasting life.
You are in me and I in you. That is why I called you: Tree of Life in this era.
All the saints in me, plants me in all the gardens of the earth till my second coming.
Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown
Shattered remnants of broken promises that were untrue,
My heart is dead, but my mind is alive.
Dead men wrote this lies, scraped it together,
And called it Divine.
A village in a desert,
Outside the original city of sin,
A small tribe wrote a book of simple truths and wisdom,
To give to their children.
The village was burned,
The tribal elders were killed,
The children were turned into slaves,
The “Book” was stolen,
And their hope was killed.
Simple passages of inspiration,
Became scriptures of jaded interpretation,
Abused and misused was this book of simple truths,
What was originally written as statements of facts,
Were twisted into parables,
And the original literature was declared untrue.
The Tribal elders wrote of a prophet,
Who preached faith, compassion, and love,
You see it was their hope,
That even though their children were hungry and thirsty,
The story of the prophet who help raise them up.
The children of that lost tribe,
never read that book of simple truths,
But instead worked under the brutal tyranny,
Of a King who put the book to his own use.
The King wrote in laws to demand order,
To install fear and demand loyalty,
The Kind added in justifications to start wars,
And forever stunted the people by his claim of original sin,
just another thing he added in.
Commandments were soon written,
To grant permission to condemn the different,
The King called this Religion.
Oh beautiful Sunday morning,
Glad to meet you oh beautiful Sunday morning,
Though you are windy and snowy in appearance,
Yet I wouldn't mind having a walk with you to the house of worship.
The wind was blowing when she left the city...
I believe it was twenty below...
Where she was going she already knew...
But... first she had things she had to do...
Get rid of the body that was clear....
There were no options, it had to disappear....
The heater was broken and blowing cold air...
She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..
She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...
As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...
All she had asked him, was to light a fire...
To take off the chill in the house....
Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped
And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..
It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..
This was his favourite fishing spot...
She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..
And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....
Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..
When I get to the Florida Keys..
PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "
IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE
COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED OUT OF LIFE,WAS TO RECIEVE AS MUCH CARE AS I GIVE
BUT MOOT IS TH' FACT,THEY WANT ME OUT OF MIND N' VIEW
LITTLE IT IS KNOWN,OF TH' AFFLICTIONS I MUST ENDURE...FOR THEM
IF I WROUGHT MIRACLES AT WILL,TH' MEEK WOULD 'DEED RULE
SINS OF TH' SHAMELESS,WOULD ALL BE MADE KNOWN
A SILVER'D SCREEN OF TH' SKIES,WOULD DISPLAY THEIR DESECRATIONS
VICTIMS OF THEIR TRESSPASSES,WOULD DECIDE OF THEIR FATES
FAR FROM BEING PERFECT,I TOO...WOULD BE ASHAMED
BUT FOR SCARLET OF PAST BREACHINGS,I WOULD BEG FOR TH' BLANCHING
NEVER THAN LESS...THEIR WILL WOULD BE DONE
FOR FUTILE IS FORGIVENESS,IF NOT TRULY...
...IT IS WON
"Stop," cried the man, "Can't you hear
screams so eerie to the ear?"
Following one another down the path,
some ears deaf to the wrath.
"Stop,"cried the man, "Can't you see
the flame of fire a head of thee?"
Weary souls kept moving on
hearing the cry of the man who warned.
Closer to the fire darkness crept in.
"Stop," he cried, " I have died for your sin."
"Believe in me," pleaded the man,
"Ignore my cry, you will be damned."
"Who are you?" shouted the crowd.
"Jesus Christ, God the Son," he cried a loud.
The path leads to Hell, souls torment,
forever the pain, no chance to repent.
Stop and listen to the cry of the man.
Before the world, that was God's plan.
ALERT: A carpenter's son is loose in the Temple
Birds flutter, animals hustle, merchants scream.
The zeal for Jesus' Father's house consumes Him
As the place for foreigners to pray had become a zoo.
ALERT: A prophet is setting up for a Baal battle.
Baal's priests even cut themselves yet no fire.
After taunting, Elijah fills his altar with water.
Calling on God, fire consumes and people bow.
ALERT: An old man is building a huge boat ship.
Without a cloud in the sky and only son's to help.
When finished the animals come on call to board.
Rain starts, doors close – 8 saved by holy passion.
ALERT: Jesus is telling a tax collector he'll join him for dinner.
Heedless of the Pharisees despising and the crowd's surprise.
Zacchaeus totally changes – offering to multiply stolen money.
A single sinner saved multiplies even more this holy passion.
ALERT: Peter plus are preaching in the Temple again.
After being imprisoned for just that, now rearrested.
Whipped by the authorities, the disciples rejoice -
For they've been counted worthy to suffer with Christ.
ALERT: Daniel's praying openly even after it's become illegal.
The royal advisers gleefully have the king throw him to the lions.
Strangely they don't seem hungry till after Daniel is pulled out.
So the king openly praises Daniel's God for this amazing miracle.
DOUBLE ALERT: Jesus is talking to a Samaritan woman!!!!
Breaking cultural barriers to share the message of salvation
To her who has been married 5 times and is living with the 6th.
She believes he's the Messiah and brings the town to Christ!
ALERT: Paul's going back into the same town that stoned him.
He's preaching again after shipwreck, jail, beatings, and such.
Persecution seems to encourage Paul that he's doing the right.
Passionately following the Savior who turned Him 180 degrees.
ALERT: Bible translators burned at the stake for God's Word.
Missionaries avoid death and disease long enough to share life.
Stirring Holy Passion in receptive people who repeat the cycle.
Changing cultures in bondage into those sharing Jesus' love.
ALERT: What passion has the Lord put on your heart? Mine?
Can we pray to see His will find its way in our everyday lives
So the lost shall see, hear, find Christ and grow to share Him?
Eternity is forever, this life is not. Fill us Lord with holy passion.
I was born into a whole wide world
With feeble limbs and simple mind
At entrance, I could feel the heat
Suggesting another world different from where I was
Opening my eyes, I could see the faces of warriors
With hands to battle though with smiling faces
I could feel a great burden on me
I knew it was time to face my destiny
It kept ringing on my mind you are a champion, born to win
With my guardians, I began to learn
Took a step, one after the other
When I fell, I rose to walk, limp or do both
Muttered what I have to say hoping to communicate
I began to advance in height and knowledge
With great sensitivity to my environment
I felt love and hatred, brutality and friendship
I heard lies and deception, sincerity and truth
I saw light and darkness, day and night
I learned the right from wrong but found it difficult to do the right
Because the system was stuffed with evil
Since the nature could not accommodate vacuum
I chose the right because I knew my destiny
I chose to profess the truth despite the challenges faced
The opposition was great that I had to remind myself of my destiny
Born to war, destined to conquer and win
Always a champion stamped from above
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
Thanks to the assistance of the Eternal Holy Spirit
The understanding of both the realities
The words of the heritage of faith
Able to grow in the life of the Church
Through the contemplation
Study of believers who ponder things in their hearts
Is in particular theological research which deepens knowledge of revealed truth
From intimate sense of spiritual realities which believers experience
The Sacred Scriptures grow with the one who reads them
From the teaching of those who have received
Along with their right of succession in the episcopate
The sure charism of truth
It is clear therefore that
In the supremely wise arrangement of EternalGod
And the Magisterium of the Church are so connected
That one of them cannot stand without the others
Each in its own way
Under the action of the Eternal Holy Spirit
They all contribute effectively to the salvation of souls
Looking with eyes
All events, everything
From a viewpoint
A perspective that sees all
The broadest spectrum
On a universal scale
Natural, black and white,
If there was a finite
Amount of energy existing
In the womb that is space
Without the influence of fictitious forces
The universe is static,
But if gravity was rather antimatter
Drawing upon and absorbing matter
Producing energy as it does,
Energy and material are interchangeable
With no deviation from the constant 0
Everything seems to cancel out in the end
But time is relative
From a universal perspective
There is no starting point and no end
To a cyclical event,
Matter and antimatter exploding Into
Existence, then snuffing each other out
Would I be wrong of the conclusion
In stating god is energy?
We are in Gods image
Not as humans,
But all life...
Satan and Daniel
one last word
“Checked or checkered worsted or suited to be nude under your clothing is transparent apparently non existent to my naked eye think this will be easily my last try Daniel answer me what is the last word” ? “Remember it means your soul against your long and sinful life”. Daniel shuffled his feet there was only a long silent night. “Away over there in the manger”, the Devil began to sing. “Stop that” was from Daniel, “How do you expect me now to think” ? “eye need a drink a stiff one or both, ? eye need to THINK!!! The merciless Devil began to sing louder “Baby Jesus in the Carriage rhymes with perfect Marriage” yes you never married Daniel Webster but you played the bombast lots of times. Tell me now this one last test of time repeat after me “the last word is now just fill in the blank for your life ; at this the Devil Satan rocked back and forth in a Mimicry of him and then HE smiled. You always defeat me so quickly so smug in your Lawyers britches. While Christians die naked and stoned in the bull rushes of “GOD”. Daniel was smiling now. The Devil slapped his hand up over his mouth TOO LATE he realized just what he had done. Daniel seized the day. “GOD” is the last word howsoever you say it Jesus or Our Father the last word is “GOD”. Then the Devil rode a giant lightening rod back up to the Heavens and Daniel did his little Webster definition of a dance shuffle full of saving Grace. He shot his cuff out and buffed his sleeve and looked down at his Plaids.
beloved imagery of one as a whole
something i will not ever fathom or ever know
for as a newborn my eyes were doomed to challenge
left eye lost at age two
in agony in growth...not know what to do
three years ago something appeared uninvited no less
behind my ear...not in my heart or breast
ignorance served daily knew no better
as one day on that very ignorance i choked
doctor says its a tumor and it will leave a scar
life flashes before me
of the last three years...especially a year ago when i flipped my precious...three times
my Charlotte...my car
the mistakes that i endured
the words that i spoke
the nights that i was away
the cuts that i instigated
with a scar on my neck
all because i waited
inches not bit by bit inches from behind my ear
it may be raining
but i am on my knees begging God...don't let me drown
forgive me for my ignorance the wrong...every sin
for i knew not where i was... but i confess where i have been
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
I woke up this morning
Heard a whisper in my ear.
Said "Go back up the mountain
Something more you need to hear."
Looked out the window
At the mountain I did stare
Something then came over me
Got on my knees in prayer
The voice kept on haunting me
Till no longer I could sleep.
Is it my Soul or my Sanity?
The mountain wants to keep?
Is there such a mountain?
Or is it only in my mind?
Seems it keeps on telling me
There's something I need to find
Last time there He told me
Of all the things He's done
But I forgot to ask Him
Why he took my son?
Was there any reason?
That I'll always question why.
He's no longer with us.
Why, was he the one to die?
Said I should take His hand,
Put my trust in Him.
But I must be honest now
My faith in Him is rather dim.
Last time on that mountain
His words went right into my heart,
But the more I kept on thinking
It started to tear my heart apart.
Why is it so hard for me
To believe in what You say?
That there is a better place
And You will show the way
Did I lose my sanity?
Did I lose my soul.
Only this damn mountain knows
If there's more stories to be told
What Father Christ entrusted to the apostles
In turn handed on by their preaching and writing
Under the inspiration of the Eternal Holy Spirit
To all generations
Until Father Christ return in glory
“Sacred Tradition and Sacred Scripture make up a single deposit of the Word of Eternal God”
In a mirror
The pilgrim Church contemplates Eternal God
In her doctrine
Life and worship perpetuates
Transmits to every generation all that she herself is
All that she believes
Thanks to its supernatural sense of faith
The People of Eternal God as a whole never ceases to welcome
Penetrate more deeply
And to live more fully from the gift of divine Revelation
The task of interpreting the Word of Eternal God
AAuthentically been entrusted solely to the Magisterium of the Church
To the Pope
The bishops in communion with Him
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.
According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
The profound concordance of the four senses
Guarantees all its richness to the living reading of Scripture in the Church
The literal sense is the meaning conveyed by the words of Scripture
And discovered byexegesis
Following the rules of sound interpretation
All other senses of Sacred Scripture are based on the literal
The spiritual sense
Thanks to the unity of Eternal God’s plan
Not only the text of Scripture
But also the realities and
About which it speaks can be signs
The allegorical sense
We can acquire a more profound understanding of events
By recognizing the significance in Father Christ
Thus the crossing of the Red sea
Is a sign or type of Father Christ’s victory
And also of Christian baptism
The moral sense
Events reported in Scripture ought to lead us justly
As St. Paul says
They were written for our instruction
The anagogical sense
We can view realities and
Events in terms of their eternal significance
Leading us toward our true homeland
Thus the Church on earth is a sign of the heavenly Jerusalem
A medieval couplet summarizes the significance of the four senses
The letter speaks of deeds; Allegory to faith
The moral how to act; Anagogy our destiny
It is the task of exegetes to work
According to these rules
Toward a better understanding and
Explanation of the meaning of Sacred Scripture
In order that their research may help the Church to form firmer judgment
"then they get into this....
we love the way the
sunshine through the
diamond ring and
so, you made your $20
and grabbed your line
you end up in Bahrain
Eternal God is the author of Sacred Scripture
The divinely revealed realities
Which are contained
Presented in the text of Sacred Scripture
Have been written down under the inspiration of Eternal Holy Spirit
They have Eternal God as their author
Have been handed on as such to the Church herself
Eternal God inspired the human authors of the Sacred books
To compose the sacred books
Eternal God chose men who
All the faculties
Though he acted in them
It was true authors that they consigned to writing
Whatever he wanted written
The inspired books teach the truth
Since therefore all that the inspired authors
Sacred writers affirm should be regarded as affirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
We must acknowledge that the books of Scripture firmly
Without error teach that truth which Eternal God
For the sake of our salvation
Wished to see confided to the Sacred Scriptures
The Christian faith is not a religion of book
Christianity is the religion of the “Word” of Eternal God
A word which is not written
But the Word which is incarnate
If the Scriptures are not to remain a dead letter
The eternal Word of the living Eternal God
Through the Eternal Holy Spirit
Open our minds to understand the Scriptures
seasons have became with no reasons,
looking at the light of the sun in winter and rainy clouds in summer,
I start to ask myself why all this?
perfect silence I tune into as I start to realize seasons do not exist anymore,
the temperature of earth has changed into a really confused state,
natural life is dying infront of our eyes!,
we still don't even do anything about it!,
big pain I start to feel in my heart,
as I realize we are destroying the tree of life and the spark of natural goodness from our creator, God Itself.,
The colorful fruit starts to become the rotten fruit,
the green trees start to become the black trees,
every natural thing starts to turn into dust!.,
The color of our planet starts to change,
everything starts to fade as the procession of the spiritual revelation starts to get deeper.,
The human being starts to feel sorrowfulness down the pipe of its life!,
as it realizes that only trying to find meaning for it's life is causing others to suffer,
thus their is no meaning for it's existence,
thy to bond & share with others by experiencing oneness it would find meaning.,
Meaning of it's existence would be valid as it is being what it had to be and thats the guardian & true parent of it's species just by becoming selfless,
transcending to us all where we would be experiencing the wisdom of true love as one sequence elevating towards resurrecting the formulation of our divinity.
I am falling off the edge of reason,
beaten down by illness's rod.
My friends took wings
and flew away.
You plucked the fruit of
my womb from my family tree.
No blowing out of candles or
Happy Birthdays sung.
No gathering around the
Christmas tree with family.
My heart weeps as
solitude sings to me.
Sin’s viperous fangs
ripped open my soul!
. Waves of loneliness crash
against the shore of my reality
God, cast down your light,
and wrap me in the hope
of your salvation and love.
Save Me! Entry For The Voice Of Reason Contest
BEGGAR LADY ON A CHURCH STEP
(APROPOS IN GOD WE TRUST)
Her lips quivered with despair
as the frail hand struggled with its self
to position outstretched.
Tormented eyes bulged
from cryptic sockets:
testaments of hunger’s victory.
Then loudly can the chilling voice
piercing the solemn silence screaming:
“Go away! Can’t you see
this is a church step!”
Then the saved ones
went in to pray.
I gave her my tithes
and walked away.
People rushing ~ church on the corner
being on time ~ sits empty all week,
I walk there, around the building
new parking lot ~ I could roller skate!
My friend, she attends, I used to
remembering my legacy, as a kid
big Cathedral, choirs, altar boys
family reunions ~ stock principles!
It was strong, loud voices, even then
finding cars in parking lot,
the War (the big one) was ended
we forgot strife ~ remembered being together!
Years past ~ family almost gone
a survivor, Son who doesn't worship,
go to Church ~ big oil company employee
taking over U. S., ruining waters!
And I fight back, Nebraska midwest,
where once we fought & stood together
now land marks are at stake
not just church worship!
But it seems demeaning, churches full on Sunday,
Then fighting for land, water quality
why doesn't big Pharm and Ag pray with us,
we won the big one!
Why are we fighting them now,
equal rights for nature, God at rest,
maybe picture changes overnight,
Nostradamus gone mad from insight!
Are end times just a vision
land at stake ~ churches empty
and it's still a social issue,
politics and presidents ~ never good enough!
One man, putting his life at stake
used to advisors, good and bad,
is anyone's conscience driven back to God
Every day ~ every way!
Or is it ~ just that other church
~ they're in the way!
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
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
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
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
He hated his brother
Because he practiced another
Men of same wombs
On each other, inflict wounds
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw; eye sores
Men beheaded… burned
Drug traffickers and the mafia
Show more angels heart
Men obsessed with religion
No place free of them
Hold this illusion
Four virgins and a mansion
For just one man in heaven
So die a martyr
And make it even
In the beginning, was this so?
When men die, do they go?
PLEASE: give me no fairy answer
Except self proven ponder
On the other side
I heard Christ died
Men turned it merchandise
One name, many voices
As the voices, so the vices
Repent. Be baptized
Or die ostracized
Yet in sex, their leaders
Abuse youths and feeders
Adultery in the upper chambers
Sucked the poor dry
So the rich benefits and not die
Name not names
Lest you give them more fame
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw…eye sores
Grieve not alone in chest
It’s same in north; south; east; west
I heard God has his own powers
And he for himself mighty might
So why do for him men fight?
I heard also, the goat can bite
When pushed to the wall
Be that so,
Then there is:
The applied force-
And the wall.
Who is the Goat? Man
Who is the force applied?
Circumstances against man
And who is the wall?
Religions against man
handwritten from the little notebook
my new Hispanic friend read this
he speaks of delirium and decay
and makes it become fantasy
this is for him
A Library (lieberry) is full of books they cover upp the words is what we use to read the Story Chapters and the Verse the beginning has a middle and the end.
From the firs tpoem ever written you will never see the last self descriptadjective is my best one kept for Jesus as eye rest, Rudyard Kiplins stripling lad the Gunga DInn a water boy a better man then eye a Mexican from Mexico or Spain a Jesus man who drinks he smokes he even tokes his self discriptadjective he stones his bone he has his drunk religious bones and yet who am eye to judge this man has fed me solid food while eye can only steal his food not repay my mood is one of acceptance listen and receive this as iff Jesus gives me from this drunk will argue his religion frevor seems misplaced so why obey some from of Law replaced with Grace perhaps the Jewish Sabbath Day falls on our American Wednesday no He smiles it is on Saturday what matter what is the matter iff drunk and full of more then mere religion everyone has a bananna everyone has something that they must have they place it first in mind in heart in soul so black in need of sin and yet please carry food again come back to me my Mexican GUnga Dinn you Jinn from Old Mexico or Spain. My old freind.
I am a concrete block.
Straight down the middle
Weathered but useable
Concrete block with a cross
It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes 46 books for the Old Testament
45 if we account Jeremiah and Lamentations as one
The Old Testament is dispensable part of Sacred Scripture
Its books are divinely inspired and
Retain a permanent value
For the Old Covenant has never been revoked
The economy of the Old Testament was deliberately so oriented
That it should prepare for and declare in prophecy in the coming of Father Christ
Redeemer of all men
Even though they contain matters imperfect and provisional
The books of the Old Testament
Bear witness to the divine pedagogy of Eternal God’s saving love
These writings are a storehouse of sublime teaching of Eternal God and
Of sound wisdom on human life
As well as a wonderful treasury of prayers
The mystery of our salvation is present in a hidden way
Christians venerate the Old Testament as true Word of Eternal God
The Church has always vigorously opposed
The idea of rejecting the Old Testament
Under the pretext that the New
Has rendered it void (Marcionism.
When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over
Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who
Extol the virtues of this treacherous,
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly
When you talk to someone you think is
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the
View on this malignant party you tried hard
To campaign for and against and although
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of
Return to a better time
GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION
My mind was causing havoc - in
times I didn't know - that
havoc's trail leads like to like
t'was all my life would ever show
til while I wondered - why me Lord
He touched me gently so
to open now my eyes - to see
the road to Him - would ever be
kindness, Love, forgiveness, - while
He now bestows the same to me
Here’s the thing
Peer pressure, isolation and laughter
Doesn’t magically make wrong right
Or change a lie into truth
Just because so many
Who are uninformed believe
Doesn’t turn fiction into fact
Rewriting history doesn’t make it true
No matter how many times you try
Doesn’t matter if good people or fools
Are leading the way
If it’s down the wrong path
Doesn’t matter if you say
It’s for the children and the poor
If it’s not the truth
For only one thing
Will set you free
We can twist a man’s words
Into whatever we want
When He’s not around
But when He once again
Sets foot to ground
Twisting is not so easily done
But we did so with good intentions
Will offer no excuse
In the face of the Truth
We too long ignored
So does it matter
If a few facts were off base
And the Truth
Just a bit embellished
I wonder who among us
Is bold enough to say
A little white lie
Isn’t really so
In the face of the Truth
What moves us to believe is not the fact that revealed truths
Appear as true and intelligible in the light of our natural reason
We believe because the authority of Eternal God Himself who reveals them
Who can neither deceive nor be deceived
So that the submission of our faith nevertheless be in accordance with reason
Eternal God willed that external proofs of his Revelation
Should be joined to the internal help of the Eternal Holy Spirit
Thus the miracles of Father Christ and the saints
The Church’s growth and holiness
Her fruitfulness and stability are the most certain signs of divine Revelation
Adapted to the intelligence of fall
They are motives of credibility
Which show that the assent of faith is by no means a blind impulse of the mind
Faith is certain
It is certain than all human knowledge
Because it is founded at the very word of Eternal God who cannot lie
To be sure
Revealed truths can seem obscure to human reason and experience
The certainty that the divine light gives is greater than that
Which the light of natural reason gives
Ten thousand difficulties do not make one doubt
Faith seeks understanding
It is intrinsic to faith that a believer desires to know better
The One in whom he has put his faith
To understand better what He has revealed
A more penetrating knowledge will in turn call forth a greater faith
Increasingly set afire by love
The grace of faith opens the eyes of our hearts
To a lively understanding of the contents of Revelation
Of the reality of Eternal God’s plan and the mysteries of faith
Of their connection with each other with Father Christ
The center of the revealed mystery
The same Eternal Holy Spirit constantly perfects faith by his gifts
So that Revelation may be more and more profoundly understood
In the words of St. Augustine
In order to understand
And I understand
The better to believe
Or can truth ever contradict truth
Methodical research in all branches of knowledge
Provided it is carried out in a truly scientific manner
Does not override moral laws
Can never conflict with the faith
Because the things of the world
The things of faith derive from the same Eternal God
The humble and persevering investigator of the secrets of nature is being led
As it were
By the hand of Eternal God in spite of Himself
For it is Eternal God
The conserver of all things
Who made them what they are
The Word of Eternal God
Which is the power of Eternal God for salvation to everyone who has faith
Is set forth
Displays its power in a most wonderful way in the writings of the New Testament
Which hand on the ultimate truth of Eternal God’s Revelation
Their central object is Jesus or Father Christ
Eternal God’s incarnate Son
Mission and glorification
His Church’s beginnings under the spirit’s guidance
The Gospels are the heart of all Scriptures
Because they are our principal source for the life
Teaching of the incarnate Word
We can distinguish three stages in the formation of the Gospels
The life and teaching of Jesus or Father Christ
The Church holds firmly that the four Gospels
Whose historicity she unhesitatingly affirms
Faithfully hand on what Jesus
The Eternal Son of Eternal God
While He lived among men
Really did and taught for their salvation
Until the day when He was taken up
The oral tradition
After the ascension of the Lord
The apostles handed onto their hearers what they had said and done
But with fuller understanding which they
Instructed by the glorious events of Father Christ
Enlightened by the spirit of truth
The written Gospels
The sacred authors
In writing the four gospels
Selected certain of the many elements which had been handed on
Either orally or already in written form
Others they senthesized or explained with an eye to the situation of the Churches
While sustaining the form of preaching
But always in such a fashion that they have told us the honest truth about Jesus
The fourfold Gospel holds a unique place in the Church
As is evident both in the veneration which the liturgy accords it
In surpassing attraction it has exercised on the saints at all times
There is no doctrine which could be better
More splendid than the text of the Gospel
Behold and retain what our Lord and Master
Has taught by His words and accomplished by His deeds
But above all it’s the Gospels that occupy my mind when I’m at prayer
My poor soul has so many needs
Yet this is the one thing needful
I’m always finding fresh lights there
Hidden and enthralling meanings
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!
Belts, switches, bricks, and near misses
Broken boys starring as established men
Police whistles, leather shoes clamouring
down city alleyways slick as a polished floor.
White clubs swing, black heads snap
against the dingy lines that hold
brick walls together. The devil gives chase
up to and into the pearly gates
heaven ain't safe.
Hide and seek high in steeples
I once read, He has no equal, so
why does the human race run in so
many horrible sequels?
Guide me O Lord before I fall
a thousandth time.
Does salavation have
a dotted line I could sign?
Looking for clues in my girl's arousal,
a simple touch is trending as she
lays trembling. Moan filled
responses better known as M.F.R.s,
spill of satisfaction, fades,
but is always everlasting;
as quickly as it recedes
My mental hum throbs again
A sea of thought washes over me
and I'm overboard, overheard saying
What's my name? twice. I don't think my son
will ever be the same after hearing
Amazing how a picture is painted.
Without ever mentioning it,
you envision it. Coming back to shore,
tallying up the score
Motorcades and dimples, bullets and tinted windows,
clean sheets dirtied, a president
is laid to rest after having created another agency
in an already clogged system titled the C.S.D.
A place where no one ever gets answers
but finds sleep immediately.
As I start to drift out of my writer's mind
and saltwater cascades and filters through sand
I'm reminded howa man can live a lifetime
and die to soon.
"He without sin," He said. I walked away
with a pocket full of stones.
Sin is a pile of rocks, broken men carry.
J.F.K, M.L.K., M.O.U.S.E.
Reset button pushed.
To be a kid again wondering why
daddy is asking mommy such a ridiculous question
when sins washed away
and a stone thrown
was a pebble against a window
to see if the girl's sleep
waiting for her light to turn on...
We Believe In Christmas
We believe in Christmas,
Though it may give some pause.
The special day of Jesus,
Not of Santa Claus.
What an awesome thing to ponder,
We are the lucky ones.
That God should send a Savior,
His Own Beloved Son!
The music of the season,,
Will fill your heart with joy.
The sound of heavenly angels,
Announce the baby boy.
Our homes are filled with laughter,
The lights they shine so bright.
As Peace and Love and Joy,
Greet this special night.
We gather all together,
Coming from near and far.
Families, friends and strangers,
Remember the special star.
We were born as sinners truly,
It is an act of God.
But sins were soon forgiven,
And this Christmas may we pause.
May you find the grace of Christmas,
To guide your daily lives.
The Spirit of Love in Jesus,
Given by God so wise.
We need the love of Christmas,
To fill our heart and soul.
Mid trials and tribulation,
God makes the broken, whole.
May the spirit of Christmas guide you,
And fill your life with joy.
Not because of Santa,
But for that Special Boy.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
From the very conception
We were born of good and evil -
Born from coitus pure and carnal,
But born angelic from inception -
Or were we just morally neutral?
Just as children learn of good,
So do they learn of sinful ways.
Where one finds good, evil always preys -
"It is the ying yang of livelihood",
To quote Jenny Palu's phrase.
Its the path of least resistance
That so oft lures the children near,
And into sin which they'll revere.
Morals can be such a hinderance!
And good's path can be so austere!
Evil is the way of the beast -
And while man is certainly a mammal,
He shouldn't act like an animal!
And if he does, let him be fleeced,
and Remembered as infernal!
An animal must kill to live,
And acts carnal instinctually.
But this differs from man's folly -
Survival is an animal's motive,
But man murders demonically!
Consider that many murderous men
Used violence to right a wrong,
And often they are praised in song,
At least by there own countrymen!
Who share their sense of right and wrong.
But while a murderous Saint
Is beloved in one nation,
Others don't share his sense of salvation!
No, they feel the so-called Saint's taint
In his godly devastation
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.
The world disappears as my life moves on I once had
no fear all but only the courage inside
I'm trapped in a fantasy
There is no escape
I have a decision to make
To take a chance of dying
To see if another world exist
Maybe I could be a fairy
Or perhaps have a dragon by my side
Live where all my dreams come true
Filled with adventure and happiness
A place where I can be safe
To be a hero
More like a warrior
I don't want to suffer
I want to be free
Fly high in the skys of beautiful vallies
Never have to worry Over such unpleasant situations
Please help me get through this
I do no wish to be on Earth
Take my life away
And my friends always be remembered Save me lord
I shall repay you with honesty
Lord, Please let me rest in peace
When the night falls
And the moon is up high,
You can be rest assured the
Night watchman will be stopping by.
As he does each and every night
When we all go to bed
This is at a time when our comfort
Is most needed so we can rest our heads.
After a long hard days work
After a busy and stressful day,
Whatever the case may be
The night watchman is here to stay.
His role is the greatest of all
His position no man can hold
He’ll never fault at his duties
He watches over all both young and old.
As we go about our daily lives
Day after day night after night
The night watchman is always working
At any given time not once losing sight.
Of every man, woman and child
On any given day as they each come anew
No, he’s not alone he has an army
Of angels as his crew.
Keeping tabs on everyone and everything
Even creatures great and small,
There’s no such thing as out of sight
When the night watchman is on call.
So no matter who, where or what we are
Even if a word is never to be spoken
The night watchman’s eyes and ears
For you and I will always be open.
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
Written 10-17-05 Edited 5-4-07
My life is slipping
Hanging by a thread
I pray for help
I'm down on my knees
Calling out to you Pleading
For my sins to heal
Lord please answer me I need you
Do you even care?
I ask for help that's all I desire
I need my life to be saved
Tears poured down my cheek
I then committed suicide
No more begging
Just another ignored prayer
So what you’re saying
Is covering up truth
With well intentioned
Though misguided facts
Changes a lie from what it is
By slapping goodwill
On the face of deception
Adding guilt to questions asked
Throwing in things seemingly good
That we all should do
Changes a lie from what it is
So by disregarding the truth
Saying it’s the spirit that counts
Makes following and joining the lie
An accepted worldwide truth
By adding a name who often spoke
Of the origin of lies
We find changing His words
Acceptable in our eyes
For after all, we do so for Him
Wonder what He himself
Would say and think
Of how we rationalize
Changing a lie from what it is
June 26, 2011
Sitting in the breeze
Wind whispering through the trees
Sun shining bright in the sky
Accept it, do not wonder why
The world is a wonderous place
And covers an awesome space
Accept it as it is
As surely it will be, it tis
For all life abounds
It is always with us around
Do not reject it
For from his birth
Our God created this earth
WALK HUMBLY WITH GOD
Holidays come and go,
The memories just fly by.
Is there a reason to celebrate,
At times I wonder why.
Christmas will soon be here,
Peace, Love, Joy and all that stuff.
Pretty lights, decorations too,
Is it truly enough?
People are different at Christmas time,
Something gets into their soul.
The grouchy boss all through the year,
Suddenly becomes whole.
The neighbor you disliked this year,
Today has a smile.
Perhaps he's not all that bad,
It just may take a while.
What message have we given,
Each day throughout the year?
Did it make someone feel special,
Maybe a little tear.
Parents in the next booth,
A prayer with head bowed.
Not often seen in a restaurant,
Many have forgotten how.
Their children were delightful,
Well mannered and polite.
I'll not forget this evening,
It is a special night.
When we walk humbly with God,
We look for good in all.
In this hectic world we live in,
Answer Our Father's call.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Sweeter as the days fly by
The thoughts of going home
That heavenly choir beckons me
To join and sing the praises
Let loud hosannas roll
Life is Cruel
April 6, 2011
Always things to face
Will we ever finish the race
Is it meant for me
Or will it ever be
The continuing strife
Always screwing up my life
It seems that I try and try again
But I never know where to begin
The problems that I face
Daily they put me in my place
I thought of my friends
Will they be there at the end
I wish for their support
Or will I be treated like a dork
I really need them as such
If they really knew how much
Not saying that I was wrong
With or without them I will be strong
As stroll along life's road,
many hours more to be hold.
Many more hours have gone,
mayb finding us right or wrong, weak or strong.
Climbing many a mountain,
passing many a fountain.
Traveling through the valley,
neither stopping long, or dilly dally.
A thought should we stroll with,
one of so much truth it can not be myth.
A truth to take along the way,
one that has us guard all we do and say.
So either on a car, bus, plane or jet,
remeber to fix you eyes to the sky, we aren't home yet.
I have wandered across seas of knowledge and understanding
trying to grasp the fundamental truth
that is after all divine
what I know of the self is that
the eternal holy one
cannot be found
and no thoughts can apprehend you.
ABBA, redeem my heart
By Love’s sweet embrace;
Gently whispers life in me,
My soul set free.
Open wide your sweet embrace,
My ABBA, enfold me please
In waves of grace;
Safe haven in the storm.
Lost sheep cries out
To ABBA without doubt;
Love’s sweet embrace secure
And lesson learned.
ABBA’s love is sweetly given
When open hearts abide
Resting by His side
In hope of reassurance
Unending love held near.
Will I receive
And not deceive
This fragile heart of mine?
Sadness slowly flows through my veins
The only way is a penalty
I ask myself why did I do it
What defeated the purpose in killing
Such disparity, vengeance I created
I look down at the reflection
How could I be such an animal
Staring at the face in the water
My final decision has been struck
I turned and looked at the surroundings
Police in sight at every corner
Thinking clearly, I must escape
I do not wish to spend my life behind iron bars Inside these prison walls evil lurking everywhere Something that holds you unaware of consciousness
I glance behind my shoulder nervously
step by step the men come
Bending my knees I dive deep into the water There was a soft whisper seeping through my ears
I listened to the voice speaking softly
I swim far deep to the other side of the river
I wait to see if someone is following
Nothing but the rushing water above
They were gone, no cops in sight or in view
I cheer quietly for my success
The victory of my escape
My appreciation from the voice in which I heard Exciting to remember the very words
"Swim into the falls."
There is a right time and a right way for everything.
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.
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
“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
Are we meant to walk a tight straight line,
Wouldn’t that be saying to walk like the blind.
How will the hollow be treated in the end,
The two edge sword is being used for family and friend.
A crooked smile is hard to bend right,
The strong is most needy when using their might.
Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top,
A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop.
Wrongful delight can’t teach a child confusion,
But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion.
Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed,
Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead.
Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest,
To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best.
Cut off your left if it hinders your right,
Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light!
Ashley Hogan AH
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
Satan comes along one day.
Want some GOLD and much HAY.
Corruption grips the blood like lead.
More gold over bodies of the dead.
Lusts created by man's idle time.
Not knowing God, with many gins & limes.
Filling the heart with misery.
Soon your life is a bent over tree.
All the gold, filtered with crimes.
On, JUDGMENT DAY, away with the slime.
2007 from 8Hop.com
Knowledge is the path that leads to virtue.
Ignorance is the path that leads to sin.
Hope and expectation enhance patience.
Greed is responsible for so many miseries.
Arrogance begets hatred.
Modesty attracts others.
Forgiveness helps to end conflict.
Revenge sows the seed of further retaliation.
Truthfulness makes things crystal clear.
Dishonesty is the way to deprive others.
Jealousy destroys peace of mind.
Kindness brings forth peace.
Sympathy teaches to sacrifice.
Selfishness destroys friendship.
Love is the key to unity
Hate causes war and strife.
So keep the world inside your mind
As if it’s your only child.
Those who want welfare of the people
O God, please give them victory
Everywhere now or never.
We want competent persons to lead the nations
We want life's highway lit by the wisdom of the wise
O God, we want to climb up to the peak
And nowhere but the peak of development.
We want unity among all of us
We want foresight in our vision
O God, we want to see peace
And nothing but peace in the world.
Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
solyant green the 666 is money the dollar sign the number on the bill the id
card the birth date and now the phone number all these are important but not
the end of time will come after time has wound down look at the sun it is a
yellow sun not red it gets red science will tell you when it ages
when the moon turns to blood the light of the moon is only the reflected light
of the sun as it burns in the form of the gaseous ball of fire we see a yellow
sun this gives people light health and strength when it starts to turn red it
might dwarf or grow into a giant the color is the key to the end when it is red
it is almost over the time will be shorter the days length only a third of the day
will we see anything people will be suffering more they will be animals again
the mind will be gone the hive mind will be gone only monkeys intent on
survival and fighters will advance up to the tower of Babel and preach new
ways of murder uniform living one size fits all with the mark of the beast on
the visible mind and hand me no money will no longer be needed only an
access point me to the door way let me inside to those material goods pudding
and soap clothing and food out the door way too home is a spot on the walk
no more hope chasing the poor with no mark dragging mee upp the stairs
steppes to the scaffolding holding upp the killers guillotine blade will take my
worthless head off and send my soul to Jesus to be remade. God grant me the
strength to be ready to die to refuse the mark of the beast let me become
truley free a child of the living Jesus set me free let me be free the price of life
is set too high no heart no love no life only the asking price of murder in the
long cold night of sky turning red for more then a few hours obscuring the
clouds unseen the fire coming mingled with ice the misery of EgYpt the frog
spirits of the dead mentioned in the Book Of Revelations eye paid 30 pieces of
SIlver to JUdas to be hangged he might be the ABomination of DEsolation
mentioned will be coming to the Temple area someone has to be the
AntiCHrist when it will happen perhaps the SUn will be dying before that day
ever comes not one day but about 3500 of them this has been a fact filled
missive but you must understand what do eye mean eye do not quote facts
and figures when eye write it is from a dead poet vision Dead Poet Two
i didn't promise them
i promise him
and gave him my word
i would serve
and bad or good weather
if he except me in heaven
he gave me anew started
MY WORD TO MY GOD
“Seeking the Spirit of Man”
By my side and kept at my desk are the two books.
The dictionary which I expand my vocabulary with;
The other is a bible where I do my research.
The bible for me is a philosophy for the survival of mankind.
While it saddens me to admit it;
With out guidance it seems ever apparent;
Mans inhumanity to man in his deeds are his ultimate downfalls.
It is not religion per say I search for its definitive truth.
People cast aspersions endlessly prattle;
They contend and recommend all manner of intrinsic concepts;
But there is a light that comes with truth.
It’s there for all to see if only one pays attention.
The building is not the church, the people are.
The sect is by far not the ultimate means;
And religion is a from of practice sometimes needed,
For those of who are lost and need specific daily directions.
If you tell me there is not a God I ask of you to explain;
From where has the emotion called love come from?
Am I to believe it is a delusion construed by humankind?
That has no common denominator and therefore is most likely untrue.
I love my brother and my sisters;
I must; else I obtain no conceptual continuity.
Though there are some who have succumbed to pain and have become lost;
I seek the keeper of truth to ask for their release from there burdens.
No my brother man is not yet ready to broach the unknown alone.
And criticize not the slow pace at which they may travel their road;
But instead aid us all against the pit falls;
And the twisted turns in life that can lead us into darkness.
These are the teachings given to us by Him the truth;
And we as a species are not equal to his conceptualism.