Today's world is such a mess
With evils integration
We see daily the list of lies
Beyond investigation
And yet above us flies the flag
That denies lies infestation
Taking us where injustice cries
Of greeds determination
Education comes disguised
As honesties demonstration
Using tools that often deny
For the sake of ostracization
Giving reason to the words
Of prejudice inflammation
Joining ideals of false accusers
They invent instigation
We ask why the cause of certain ones
to have this type of fixation
The reason given this time around
Because of there migration
Quiet goes the unaware
Given to hesitation
While even comes to the extreme
Of the livings extermination
The bridge too far has been crossed
With flagrant allegations
Leaders are chosen and given charge
Of wild extreme vexations
But almost goes to the cause
Of evils infiltration
Thanks to God for concerns
We find through Revelation
Two millenia past, and more.' A night gathering of the
Sanhedrin, which is i beleive of un-law? So not by day under
Gods sun, as Gid advised Moses, justice should be seen to
Be done, Yeshua knew that wrong would be done He also
Knew His accusers ' everyone' tortured and crucified unto
Death, just after forgiving His tormentors, he gave His last
Breath' He was taken down 'His body intact' no bones
Were broken. and such is the fact.' They took His body to
Josephs tomb, wrapped Him and left, they were full of
Gloom.' Yet Jesus In spirit went to hell, in the lowest depths
Did He show and tell ' many beleived and hastened to His side ' He ascended with them to our Father, the Word holds
No lies.' And then great power filled that room all of a sudden a light Intense, etched His form into those sheets.'
There is blood that has been traced and Its living still.' So We hear now my people a great light shone, enough power To shake the earth through the bedrock shows, and so now on to this one' His photo was taken, how typical said the athiest yet His Father
Could have had no camera..' As they were not invented
I hope my point is well taken.?
I knew the women had arrived by the stultiloquence of the room
Chatter went up another twenty percent when mom arrived on her broom
Annual witch’s gabfest convention was a hit in New England today
The frightened ancestors of Salem’s accusers knew when to stay away.
My Political Opinion
Miracle Man
10/24-2024
Voting time is here and I had a voice,
much finger pointing from lying accusers.
I’ve marked the box black beside my choice,
while believing I was picking from two losers.
Both have made vows not intending to keep,
it’s say what they must just to get elected.
But neither will lose one minute of sleep,
my thought is that both should be rejected.
Lately, it’s been the same every four years,
I pray there won’t be any more upheavals.
One will be chosen by majority of their peers,
Once again I voted for the lesser of two evils.
Siphon your hope
barricade against your accusers
You should be a contender
Polish Lens like Spinoza
Nature is mathematical Godliness
Tell us truth is neigh
as we guide our silent prayers
into transmutableness
Perilous Times
Miracle Man
8/11/2023
Today we’re facing challenges,
beyond our imagination.
We seek God’s face in prayer,
and wait for God’s cessation.
Votes are sold for the prospect,
of getting something free.
Electing those to some office,
who never seem to agree.
We take the life of the unborn,
and morals aren’t as has been.
To finance life improvements,
we legalize all sorts of sin.
As we bravely face each new day,
trouble lurks at every bend.
I feel things won’t get better,
until God declares, the end.
2nd Timothy chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
Intense emotions surged when justice sought
if I defended wrongful witness brought.
Then I was saved through Daniel; nearly caught.
Accused of sins absurd, derogatory words
from people’s tongues not curbed, but gossip which they heard.
Cupidity the driving force behind
the false accusers’ spiteful state of mind.
So rarely friends could then be found in kind.
The tides will ebb and flow as inner doubts still grow;
for balm of ocean’s throw thus right so many lows.
If seen at daily tasks, I’m never fraught.
I won’t let memories my love to curdle.
Some kindness helped recover peaceful find,
depend’n whichever way the wind should blow.
A composition on canvas; lyrics written for a song
Tortured was a soul asking, "Where do I belong?"
Daunted with a fragile mind but never was he blind
to being rejected although his love for her was true.
In oils squeezed upon a palette, did he seek to find
peace in such a hostile world, he painted cobalt blue.
Don Mclean denied accusers of Van Gogh's insanity,
Windswept clouds were part of his artistic humanity.
Brush strokes of sadness were not proof of madness.
With such a depth of emotions, why did no one see
the hand of one who created the abstract landscape
unlocked Vincent's prison door so he could escape?
His visions of dark shadowed hills and starry skies,
were boldly brushed with sighs and wearied eyes.
A tapestry he left behind; a life of angst and regret.
Yet, no one listened before he took his final breath.
Van Gogh sought freedom but only found it in death.
A tragedy that can never be compensated or offset.
Somethings can never change
If you love me thank you
It doesn't matter if you hate me
This is not my fault I tell you once again
I just can't change who I am for you
Even doe you hate me
Truly this is not my problem
Don't forget that I never chose to be born
In a world that refuse my growth
Denied me my mind
Intoxicated my environment
I never made a world of wars
I never invaded another man space
I just want to live my life peacefully
In a world full of pointing fingers
Accusers of my mistake
Blind to my humanity and good
Life is what it is when you are
In a world of corruption
I never instigated non
I was not in the tables of there rules
Am just a mere writer
You cant stop my pen to bleed
Despite you hate me yet
My pen will always bleed
Cos in this world
Somethings can never change
To all the lonely people out there feeling deserted,
to those whose joys were cut short,
to the unloved, unsought, unknown.
to those who wait in vain for love,
longing for relief from their pains,
to those who had to walk alone
on these dreary paths of life,
to the castaways, reviled and shamed by men,
to those judged and misjudged,
unable to voice the conscience's truth,
to you never given a second chance,
to all accused with no guilts and those admitting wrongs
now banished and abandoned to die,
to those whose friends are now accusers,
and those from whom family withdraws,
to you whose friends have become foes,
and relatives have turned into strangers,
treading the lonely path without a happy wish,
To you I say,
quit your inner pain,
come to the banquet of friends alike with love,
for we are many so despised,
It is but a phase,
a passing phase in time,
leave em all to time,
who dresses all aright.
I
When trouble comes
Guilt is behind
With Regret Ready and able
(No time for pun on Cain or Abel)
But don't give up on God
Or even the vilest offender
As the hymnist sang, if s/he truly believes
Pardon from God one truly receives
If you must ---
Give up on the accusers, not on Jesus
II
I have been hurt by Christians
As badly as by heathen, Jew and Hindu
Yet a brother in Christ, or sister,
Can heal with human words too
As the accuser-humans hurt with theirs
And thievery of all sorts, to boot!
Don't shut your ears & heart to WORDS
GOD USES WORDS TO HEAL almost all
That other men and women kill
I'm no brand ambassador
I'm a lyrical crusader
I'm no face on a magazine
I preach He that forgives sin
Blessed be every platform
But the subtle lure to conform
Prompts me to always be awake
For the multitude of witnesses' sake
I'm commissioned and charged
And I'm therefore harshly judged
To be an example
That their talk can sample
Grace and loving admonition
Is also our mission
Of which our accusers remain oblivious
Thus their fear of faith is obvious
They fear the very dose they administer
To be recipients of mockery so sinister
To relinquish grace for their own flaws
And to be expected to be the epitome of all laws.
Why are you held back
By the fear of attack
Why don't you dare a bold stand
And for once test God's Hand?
Be still and know that He is God
Be comforted by His Staff and Rod
Be His sheep and know His voice
That clarity may once again rule your every choice
Is Judgment Near
Miracle Man
2/11/2022
It’s more than a virus infecting the land,
we awaken each day to a state of paranormal.
My thoughts are that God has removed his hand,
and things will never return to being normal.
Prophecy is being fulfilled as each day goes by,
are we nearing the day when man will succumb?
Protest is rampant, and for free stuff is the cry,
the peace that man seeks God says won’t come.
2 Timothy 3:1-5
'This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.'
It seems head witch Della,
Had a yen for a fella,
Who considered himself a catch.
He thought to woo her,
And then to just lose her,
But in Della he'd met his match.
Although she was smitten,
She's no new born kitten,
And she's been down this road before.
Knew he was a user,
Had heard his accusers,
And this little witch knew the score.
It wasn't long,
Before he sang his song,
To another who'd caught his eye;
But she too was a witch,
And a bit of a snitch,
And told Della they shared the same guy.
He'd thought he'd keep her guessin',
But she taught him a lesson,
And never a tear did she cry.
Her heart filled with anger,
His life now in danger,
She'd cast her spell by and by.
His pleading she rejects,
For he is an insect,
And she won't forgive him his lies.
Now all who see him,
Refuse to receive him.
He's no longer a man, he's a fly.
Salvation is such a real longing
for those having real godly hope
holding onto God's precious promises
looking for comfort enabling to cope
Wineskin in the smoke that's what it feels
no matter what never forget the Lord
in His word do trust all of the day
whatever time it takes hold His chord
Endurance must be prolonged so
come Lord my persecutors show hate
judge them soon bring righteousness
to point them to heavens gate
Pitfalls await dug by my accusers
who deny your law full of lies
the Lord's word so packed in truth
help me please hear my cries
Feeling almost beat on this earth
but I won't neglect your word ever
your love is always true and sure
that makes me listen to God's flowing river
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the eleventh poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
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