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The Wilderness Part 1

You’ve heard of the old famous song,
So in our journey, bring that along,
This old world has been a wilderness,
And I am ready for deliverance!

When I was a child,
I grew up in the wild,
My devils were a plenty,
Each one like a new entity!

My lust was conceived,
As I believed,
In each one,
I thought I had so much fun,
As though I had won,
Some great prize,
But I finally realized!

As my face turn blue,
In my world bright and new,
As we sing about the truth,
Our minds remain aloof,
I am ready for deliverance,
If only of my own mind will do,
How about you!

In our world,
We explore,
The metaphors,
Of mind’s expansion,
We think to build mansions!

As we live actually strife,
We say, that’s nice,
We even blame God for awhile,
As a sucking child,
But let’s scat that cat,
And find out where we’re at!

Some say I’ve never been there,
Well I do declare,
I am heir,
As you heir,
Of our filthy mansion,
Of earthy expansion!

I have personally lived in strife,
While it was sapping my life,
Three marriages, trying to find myself,
Un till nothing was left,
But to blame myself,
Un till I said, to my selves,
I hope you’re happy, nothing is left!

To cut off your nose, to spite your face,
Is such a disgrace,
And a total waste,
Of the internal place,
Wherein is God’s face!
Wherein is the how of now,
Life is lived as love in action!

When you’re at the place,
Where nothing is left,
Quit blaming yourself,
Quit blaming your wealth,
Quit blaming love, the real self,

It is the real you that’s left! 
When the judge is gone,
We are left alone,
With the real self! 

6-22-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2009

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DON'T

DOn't bite the hand that feeds you
Don't burn your bridge behind you
Don't cast your pearls before swine
Don't change horses in midstream 
Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.
Don't cross the bridge till you to it 
Don't cut off your nose to spite your face.
Don't keep a dog and bite your self
Don't let the bastards grind you down 
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Don't wash your dirty linen in public
Familiarity breeds comptempt
Feed a cold and starve a fever.
Don't upset the apple cart.
Don"t try to walk before you crawl 
Don"t teach grandma to suck eggs
Don't throw the baby out with the birth water.
Don't spoil the ship for a ha'porth of tar
Don't rock the boat 
Don't put the cart before the horse 
Don't meet troubles half way.
Don't put new wine into an old bottle
There are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream 
There are none so deaf as those that would not hear.


Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014




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Food for thought

A stitch in time could save nine that makes sense
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, that’s recompense
By hook or by crook, by the skin of your teeth, as old as the hills
You’re as young as you feel; come what may, keep taking the pills

Don’t upset the applecart, many a true word said in jest
Cut off your nose to spite your face, a change is as good as a rest
Nothing is certain but death and taxes, on a wing and a prayer
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, let the buck stop here

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, diamonds are forever
Better being safe than sorry, better late than never
A riddle wrapped up in an enigma, you have been warned
Because hell hath no fury like a woman that’s been scorned


Copyright © Pamela Griffiths | Year Posted 2009