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When will you admit defeat.
How many
have you beguiled with
words of
honey flowing through
lips deceiving.
He has said
the child
may choose
how it confronts its demons.
Oh, Amadeus,
where are you,
Captain of the Legions of Satan?
Show yourself to me.
Come under my scrutiny.
Can I fight you
for the souls of my dear departed
in your grasp?
I weep
but can not help.
Show yourself Satan
and have me at your mercy.
I am covered
in the love of he who cast you out.
I am washed
in the fountain of waters of forgiveness.
You can never take my choice from me.
You will never understand
the precept of free will.
Without it my faith would be nothing.
I know that I need not be perfect,
but He expects my best.
His commandments are hard
but I am willing and earnest.
The law can not be altered.
From a path of despair,
compassion lifted God to holiness.
Eternity swells with pride as I strive up the
ladder toward light.
But neither God nor your master makes me
take even one step up or one step down.
If this were not so where would
be the greatness
in my action
at the completion of my journey.
I have lived the life.
He has asked me in
and I have come home.
Oct. 1 2010 Charles Henderson
for Deb's b/c contest "before Christ" man
was on a more personal level with God
and satan
The faiths that bind our righteous hearts
to the tenets of our devine
Principles placed to uphold our faith
are the grapes that grow from vine
Each woman and man has a light
they choose to see its shine
But rays cast down in many ways
yours is to you, and I've mine
To think God would leave it so
only one faith could show the way
Knowing the expanse that is this World
not only one book should have it's say
Perspectives are the windows from our homes
looking from seperate angles onto one street
The views are of varied degrees
No one house stands alone on concrete.
These books we follow are guides, not gallows
our lives are precious treasure
Blood should never be spilled "for God"
killing conflicting faiths for good measure
Crusades, Jihad....a terrible way to worship,
this is not what God intended
The life given to us is a gift we share
this was never meant to be contended
Bible, Torah, Koran...
Ten Commandments, Sabbath, Mecca, Baptism, Ramadan...
list goes on and on
Wine and wafer, dont eat pork, dont eat....
These are all semantics
Rituals of our perspectives
God chose to reach us in different ways
Channeled prophets to carry his voice
Each corner of the earth
in voices we could comprehend
But these were the voices of men...
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The paths we walk intertwine at the destination
You have not experienced things the way I have
Because you are not me.
My tragedies could be your testimonies.
My Egypt may be your promised land.
All of your that girl is crazy stuff. Take it up with the big man.
My struggles are different from yours and God's victory,
For us is grander than what you can see outdoors.
The floors that you may have to spitshine with tears,
Is different from mine. Your breakthrough may occur.
In days and mine may take years.So talk about me inside,
And outdoors. God is diversity and all of us He adores.
I will not knock your struggle because I don't know everything,
About You. So I suggest toward me this is something you
Should not do. If you do God got you. He got me too.
I still love you He does too. You can't knock my hustle.
I came here with a job to do whether I'm employed to the King,
Or something made by made who calls themselves incorporating.
You knock my hustle because you don't know my struggle.
3-24-11
In the book of John it relates the history
of Jesus' mission of Christian mercy
when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman near a drinking well
it was a meeting between two nations whose relationship was one of hell
the Jews and the Samaritans did not get along
each felt the other's method of worship was inherently wrong
separated by paganistic practices and supposed sins
discrimination and name calling again, again and again
yet it doesn't seem that much different than today's society
where different ethnic groups display the same hate and hostility
but Jesus interjected Himself, He came to intervene
on a mission of mercy and tolerance never before seen
to bring abundant love and life to a world cloaked in misery
and give living water to quench the drought that has parched humanity
to step from behind the stained glass windows of the churches and synagogues
and into the hearts and minds of men and spread the goodness that is God
John touched on a theme that's occurred several times in the Scriptures
when a man of God meets a woman and a spiritual wedding can be pictured
on a mission of mercy to cross that Great Divide
to bring people together on the same spiritual side
Jesus told that Samaritan woman He knew of her past
about the five husbands that she had outlast
but whether she was divorced or widowed from them
it's not mentioned in the text so don't assume any sin
but Jesus saw beyond that and looked into her heart
He treated her with respect and held her in regard
she knew He was a prophet by His very words
she told Him of the things about Jews she had heard
Jesus the Christ then went into His missionary mode
He said in order to worship God you don't need any certain code
as there is no specific time nor any special place
for one to worship the God of righteousness, truth and grace
a mission of mercy is what Jesus came to convey
He even revealed to her who He really was that day
mankind has a problem looking pass the surface and into the heart
we can't seem to get the message that we're all equal in the eyes of God
we come with our bigotry, prejudice and hate
we can't even agree on the issue of faith
but Jesus the Christ gave us a lasting legacy
to love one another and to live life as a mission of mercy
Honoring the body
lets adore an ultratechnologycal god
a cold, swift and complex one
whom every morning
we will serve humble
glittering its “on” button
a god to whom we will caress
the polar chips
to cool our inefficiency
caused by emotions
love hate compassion tenderness
Ultratechnogical god !
the soul reflected on the mirror of your ice
shrinks tiny
while you grow
while start entering the drawer
of the museum of times
the poets philosophers psychologists
the arts the irrental
to be visited
like collection objects
strange insects
incomprehensible unnecessary
in the economic machinery
Ultratechnological god !
the night has arrived !
with panic lets turn off your button
we admire your rest in total death
but to us are left the dreams
that shout from their ferrous cell
that there was once a feeling
a living a loving
a being before having
a sharing
total and profound that was real
but is now part of the mnemic hologram
as we celebrate that glorious event known as Palm Sunday
what do you think that donkey Jesus rode would have to say?
to ride on a donkey was once regarded as a symbol of peace
a state that we in this modern era just can't seem to reach
but I'm so glad that I serve a God of peace and harmony
and I'm so glad that He sent His Son Jesus to save me
Jesus came into town riding on an untamed ass
the people were so joyful they threw palm leaves across His path
but He was not the type king that they expected
and before the week was out by them He was rejected
I often wondered what was on the mind of that untamed beast
on the day that Jesus rode him into the midst of that feast
never before to have been ridden by any type of being
so what do you think that donkey was spiritually receiving?
the Gospel according to an ass
to know that the Prince of Peace has come at last
God has a plan for each of us and it's full of His mercy and grace
but in order to receive it you need to be in the right place
positioned for your purpose you just need to be
in that place where of you the Lord our God can see
for when God is ready to move in your life you need to be found
in the right place at the right time standing on higher ground
Jesus needed that beast at that appointed hour
and it was positioned by Father God's almighty power
its destiny to be ridden by Jesus the Christ the Son
a triumphant symbol of peace because its time had come
a donkey is usually perceived as difficult, stubborn and headstrong
but is an intelligent beast just don't lead it in a way that is wrong
they have a sense of perception and self-preservation
are very easy to train just don't put it in a precarious situation
it was sure-footed and purposely positioned in the right place
the Gospel according to an ass to be ridden with God's saving grace
it was a kyros moment it was a sight to be seen
on the back of an ass Jesus the Christ, the King of Kings
in the right place with the proper perspective positioned for its purpose at last
and that is the Gospel according to an ass
Hearing God's voice doesn't make you crazy disobeying it does Lord they are throwing the
baby out and drinking the bath water Commanded us to hearken to your voice it is written
warning of false doctors or teachers thier doctrine sorceries that turn men from thee you
said beware and now aware must warn others of false laree the diagnosis sorcery the cure in
need of repentance God is not a schizophrenic nor does he forget who he is propaganda
leads men's hearts astray like plop and fizz they made it an art taking something that works
to decieve men again God's not schizophrenic but your doctors self diagnosis maybe
Witchcraft has come along way from Egypt to jezebel spirits from sigmund freud's
fraudulences Carl Jungs junk and Adler's idle tales unholy trinity No I will not sign my name
fraud nor try to cause others pain applause sign applause To hearken unto God or men you
decide for by their sorceries they lie they of the their father the Big lie and friends for drugs
will only awaken a false god within for you see or if you yet will God is our creator not
entheogen this is your brain on sorcery See Jesus the great Physician first about your
doctors second opinion David L. Roshenhan's experiment proof something aloof recorded
and admitted unless you admit your as crazy as they are you may stay committed taking
their subcribes but before it was prescribed Get the hence in the name of Jesus Christ be ye
healed in his name If not you my end up with what's up doc. Dr. LSD turned off tuned out
dropped somewhere Timothy Leary as you watch snake oil salesmen on TV the gaper
dancer's with wafers tunes with Warning Labels side effects could kill you before you take a
pill red or blue read the Good Book Facts doctors kill more than guns and war check again
or you may end up with one with out a degree like Aliester crowley for you see the right
diagnosis from the Great Physician will save your life One wrong diagnosis from 100 doctors
is still deadly or read On being sane in insane place please remember If you would only try
to touch his hem So get a check-up from Jesus that will bind up the broken hearts and set
you free
I’m elated by all reason,
The time to despair is only time wasted.
Freedom from all fear and anguish,
The evolution of the species.
Beyond your god of oppression,
Beyond the polytheism of the early man.
Only an expression of characteristics, and
Explanations.
Then the monotheism stemmed in mans realization
Of unification.
Its nothing but evolution,
Its nothing but the revaluation of all values.
Beyond good and evil is where we stand.
But behold, the time for the species to evolve
Has arrived.
The time to lose all fear and morality is here.
There are no other gods before yourself,
For you are a god in your own right.
Thus spake Zarathustra,
“God is dead.”
The days of living in fear of doing wrong
Have
Ended.
Your “divine” rule has shattered.
The superman lives in no fear or anguish,
For him
There is no god.
The world is his for the taking;
Guilt has no hold on him
Only reason and beauty belong to him.
His eternal love of life knows no ends.
He rejects the mindless oppression of the “god fearing man,”
And the freedom to be is all he needs.
For love of everything true is his Achilles heal,
And knowledge is his Pandora’s Box.
Behold and rejoice for the time of the godless man is here,
No longer must we be held to slave morality,
For we are the superman and we make our own morality.
No longer does fear hold us back;
No longer must time be wasted on the “afterlife.”
Peace and contentment is what we possess,
Attachment has no hold,
For we are nothing less than free.
WHAT LANGUAGE DOES GOD SPEAK ?
Do you think in Russian words or English?
No, in pictures and shapes - feelings
That’s why God doesn’t have to speak Swahili or Chinese
He sees our pictures
You don’t have to be all holified, or prayeriffic
Saintified people use pictures too
Little children use pictures
Suffer little children to come
Speaking no words, neither churchful Hindi
Nor mosquacious Arabic.
He sees their pictures
All is written by the same hand;
Our God is the same God,
Who is everything,
Who is nothing.
Jesus and Buddha sought the same thing;
All major religions are the same
But different cultural aspects
Make descriptions that are hard to cling.
I may be crazy,
But I believe God has been trying to contact me of late;
It is all in MY cards along with our imminent fate.
God is not so special,
But there is some message
I was supposed to decode and know;
The message is occluded
Like footprints after the new fallen snow.
The message still eludes me
As the voice gets more and more clear;
The voice makes me stronger
And reminds me I have nothing to fear.
It's meandering on the edge
Of Bob Marley's One Love
But that’s just the tip of the iceberg,
The fingertips in the glove.
"One mind there is,
But under it two principals contend."
Light or dark, good or bad,
We choose to commend or offend.
You make it up as you go;
Reality is a mold of what is real;
It's all in your head;
You are mistaken what you feel.
Lao Tzu, Confucius and Elijah,
Moses, Krishna and Mohammed,
Were transistors from One Heaven,
Visionaries of what the world could be,
Interested in one main task,
setting the soul free,
As God whispers lightly in my ear,
"There is no you...there is only me."
-Joseph DeMarco
The sky's cry when I cry
The sun shines when I smile
And
I've seen God with my own eyes
The earth quakes when I'm enraged
Rainbows come out when light shines my way
and
I've seen God with my own eyes
I can tell you I have no faith,
Absolute knowledge has taken its place
For
I've seen God with my own eyes
Faith is for the faint of heart
Believing what they can only see with their hearts
absolute knowledge is to see with your eyes
and
Knowing you've seen God with your own eyes
Remeber its true I know God like
Adam and Abraham, Moses and Joshua
God speaks to my heart and the answers come through
I am his daughter obedient and kind
Sharing my knowledge no matter the price
For having the absolute knowledge
Lucifer try's to make his own case
and
Like Jesus before me has taught us the way
Ask God for his guidance
and
he'll keep Lucifer at bay
Soon all will see when
God's Promise is kept
and
Earth will be baptized all over again
to grow a spiritual garden is to implement God's saving grace
according to the soil that is in you where the word of God is placed
an earthly garden is the physical and actual manifestation
of the symbolic sowing of God's word and its germination
one only needs to pray, to prepare, to plow and then plant a seed
in order to grow a garden that will fulfill one's spiritual needs
in the parable of the soil many think that Jesus speaks autobiographically
when He preaches and teaches the gospel on a level so personally
He talks about the various types of soil and their effect
when a seed lands upon them and from them what one can expect
He's referring to the soil that is the hearts and minds of men
and what type of righteousness that dwells within them
impenetrable and unyielding is the soil of the man on the rocky wayside
the word of God in him will never dwell nor ever reside
inadequate and insufficient is the soil of the man who is shallow and not deep
the word of God in him takes root for a moment but is deficient and won't keep
insufferable and unsustainable is the soil of the man full of thorns and weeds
the word of God in him will be choked away to never bear any fruit nor seed
enriched and substantial is the soil of the man who is right and sure
the word of God in him will take root, sustain, ripen and mature
so what type of soil are you? what type of garden do you hope to grow?
when receiving the seeds of God's wisdom what type of spirituality will you sow?
will it be scattered? will it be scorched and then wither away?
will it get choked by the world's weeds or will it grow a good fruit one day?
the parable of the soil is about what type of soil are you
but if one has ears to hear the seeds of God's word will come shining through
it's Fashion Week in New York City and the people just can't wait
to see the lastest trends that the designers will demonstrate
to all the fashionistas with their obssession to impress
tis the season to be a woman of style in the way that you dress
for true fashion is about representing one's identity by the clothing one wears
but fashion is fickle and it's a crazy and unpredictable world out there
one day you may be in and the next day you may be out
but if your wearing the garments of God your fashion style is never in doubt
celebrity endorsements, designer labels and someone's logo on your butt cheeks
there's nothing wrong with the external facade but it's the internal you need to seek
you've been baptized and now you are a new creation in Christ
wearing Divine Designer garments to go with your new life
you have been stripped of the old way of dressing
now wearing the virtues of God in a way most impressing
high fashion from that Universal Designer known as Our Lord God
wearing His Divine creations to go with your brand new heart
Patience is now the pantyhose where your divine foundation starts
Compassion is now that delicate silk blouse worn over your heart
Kindness displayed like a heavenly pair of shoes upon your feet
Humility is now that stylish hat that makes your outfit complete
Forgiveness worn like a precious and expensive pair of gloves
and last but not least that glorious overcoat that God calls love
dressed in Divine Designer garments from the inside out
dressed for success with a stylish spiritual clout
you don't need a Louis Vitton sash around your waist
if you have the Belt of Truth cinched firmly in place
you won't need a Ralph Lauren chemise to cover your back
as the Breastplate of Righteousness will protect from any and all attacks
you don't need a pair of Jimmy Choos stiletto high heels
as the Readiness of the Gospel of Peace is a much better deal
you don't require a Prada handbag just to show you're with it
if you have in your hand the Biblical Sword of the Spirit
and it's not necessary to put on Ban de Soleil
as the Shield of Faith will cover you each and every day
and you don't need a Kate Spade hat upon your head
as the Helmet of Salvation will have you spirit led
dressed from the inside out now totally and spiritually clad
dressed in the virtues of God, the finest garments to be had
these are the words of a seeker of light
a believer in the knowledge of old
through our fathers we reach a new height
from their lives, and the stories they've told
we must never forget, or sunder the ties
that binds us all to our past
for that is where our virtue lies
honoring them, our Nations will last
the river is calling out to be free
and the sky, is where it's spirit will fly
now, i hear the gentle voice of the tree
gathering the winds, as they go by
the fish in the river frolic with the bait
as our men on the bank strive to catch some
they seldom see them, yet still they wait
landing a few, whose time has come
the dog is silent, and watching for now
the beaver is home dry, and resting
we could be as free, if we knew how
to ride lifes wave to its' cresting
there are birds on the water, and some overhead
they float, or soar, with the ease of belonging
each content to live where God has led
feeling no sense of lacking, or longing
deer come down to the shallows to drink
then return, to lay again in the shade
they have no reason for fear, they think
knowing somehow, our meals are all made
i look to my poeple, and see reflections of me
listen to the shouts, of the children at their game
i am at peace, and the spirits agree
this land and our TREASURE, are one and the same
we've cars now, and jobs for the taking
and fierce pride in anscestors long gone
ours is a "new" life, of our own making
and our Fathers are still with us, as we go on
living this life that we love
with peace, and harmony in the sharing
looking always to God above
for He is "Creator", alive, and still caring
as long as our Mother, this land, is still somewhere
and Wakan Tonka (?) lives in my heart
then where i am, He is there
nobility, honor, pow'r and love cannot part
all this concrete, these people, so different from me
that surrounds, and closes off my horizons
all the baubles, light, shadows, trinkets, and wares that i see
can't seperate me from the Wise Ones
they are only proof that i'm free
and i can still go home
I am reminded of the atheist who died. Or rather was presumably pronounced dead for a
short period of time, then revived. Upon waking, the atheist announced that he had gone
down the tunnel of white light, had seen his dead relatives and in fact met God. He must
have forgotten he didn’t believe in God. Together, perhaps in a city in the clouds or the
clouded foggy afterlife, God conversed with the atheist.
A crowd of people had gathered to hear what God had said.
“Did you ask God what the meaning of life was? ” people wanted to know.
“Did you ask God what the one true religion is? ” others wanted to know.
“Calm down! ” the atheist assured them.
“It just so happens, I asked each of those questions, ” the atheist concluded smugly.
“And? ” people demanded.
There was a pause as if the atheist was conducting the energy of God.
“God told me the meaning of life is…” the people braced for the answer, “Nothing, ” the
atheist said after a pause. He was ecstatic. The people were more than a little disheartened.
“Nothing, you mean there is no meaning to life? ” the people asked.
“Well, that’s one way of putting it, ” the atheist said laughing.
“Or another might mean nothing, as in, you get to make it up as you go along, ” the atheist
said smiling.
“It’s whatever you want it to be, ” the atheist explained.
The people did not seem to get it.
A few looked suicidal.
“Well, at least tell us the one true religion, ” the people demanded.
“Okay, ” the atheist assured them.
There was a pause again as if he was God’s instrument warming up.
“God told me the one true religion is…” the people braced for the answer, “Whichever one is
best for you, ” the atheist said confidently.
“You mean there is no true religion? ” the crowd shrieked.
“What are we going to do? ” the people asked starting to riot. They started to push and shove.
The people got really angry and violent, and they eventually tore the atheist apart. As the
atheist ascended to heaven he asked God how this could have been avoided.
God told the atheist, “There is only one way you could have avoided death…When the people
asked you what God said…you should have stuck to your guns and told them, ‘God…I don’t
believe in God.’”
Excerpt from: Blind Savior, False Prophet
Joseph DeMarco