Best Vattimo Poems
Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner
That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver, brass, wood that accents the interior of the ship.
There is a Spector who‘s heart is dark as black satin and as cold as an iceberg.
Who is rarely seen by the human eye, for he stealthily move under the cloak of night,
And dwells in the shadows by day.
His nature is deception and violence
His power are death and decay
He Rome’s and back and forth on the sea of Turmoil, stalking luxury ocean liners.
Sometimes He will play cat and mouse games by enoying the passenger slowly picking their ship apart with rust and rot.
Other times he will crush a ship with a title wave,
Or blow a ship apart by an onboard fire.
The Spector evilly snicker when the survivor have to abandon ship and try to tread water.
The passenger try to cling on to their strange Theologies and Philosophies to keep themselves afloat.
The Spector stirs the sea of Turmoil with his crooked finger to create great tempest to try and drowned his victims to transport them to the lake of Fire that lay beneath the Sea of Turmoil.
The passenger’s desperate out cries for help reach the ears of The King of Light.
He send His Son by His swiftest ship
To rescue anyone who will receive their help.
The Son will transport His passengers to the shores of His father’s kingdom
Where they will be made heirs with the Son.
They will dwell in the eternal golden city of The King of Light.
The King of light will forever remove the Spector of Darkness and His domain the Sea of Turmoil.
Writen by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 12, 2016
Diversity is found in university,
Flows from the Devine, magnified among every kind
Shape of eye, size of body, color of hide
The creativity Of Our Creator will blow your mind
Diversity is found in university,
The deceiver he is a weaver of webs of lies
He want nothing good to flourish,
His’s heart pines for everything created by the Devine to die
He poisons the mind toward diversity,
Portrays it as a strangling vine
Of Hate, violence, death
Diversity proclaims the Glory of the Divine
Diversity in color creates art
Diversity in sound creates music
Diversity in thought creates poetry
Celebrate diversity
It proclaims we are created in the image of the Divine
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Feb 27, 2017
It's splash across the canvas of print
It's blare across the airways
Another Super Hero has fallen.
On the stage of life,they appear bullet proof
but out of the bright lights,in the shadows
every Super Hero has his Kryptonite
In the bright lights
a Super Hero's powers are his wealth and fame
in the shadows super powers can be weakened
by thieves,moths,rust
Don't Gear when a Super Hero has fallen
less it becomes your Kryptonite
and you trip over your own cape.
The strength of a Super Hero's custom is not in silver or gold
but in the strength of a good name.
There is only one invincible Super Hero
He conquered death at the cross
To rescue Humanity from the hands of a villain
The name of this Super Hero is Jesus The Christ
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
July 6 2014
Jesus frees
If you will believe
Cast away your wondering around in your dark past
Start traveling along His lighted path
you will see that Jesus frees
If you will believe
I started my journey as a black sheep in the fold
always rolling in the wrong direction
So I was starved for affection
I was abandoned by the fold
Instead of hanging me from a tree
They leave me in a dense dark forest
In the care of the hands of the wolves
The Father to the Fatherless closes the hungry mouths of the wolves
He safely lead me back to my fold
Though I try to roll in harmony with the fold
I could not win their affection
I recieved their rejection
Because in their I eyes I was still the black sheep of the fold
They curioused me out of the fold
They thought I would never be a successful sheep
They thought I would roll in the direct of a pig
Spending my days wallowing in the mud
becoming nothing more than a dud
My journey would end on a heap pile of crud
I once again was abandoned to the dark dense woods
The home of the hungry wolves
I found the woods were cold with rejection
No flames of affection to warm oneself by
Blinded by darkness ,for there was no hope to provide light
Wandering around lost ,for there was no direction
Then The Father to the Fatherless
The Good Shepherd
Called out to me
He said," You don't have to be lost any more."
"Join my fold."
"I will never neglect you."
"I will never reject you."
"I will never eject you."
"Cast away your wondering around in your dark past."
"Come let Me make you a new creation,old thing are done away with."
"Let Me guide you along the lighted path of abundant life. "
" For I am Jesus, I have come to set you free!"
" If you will believe you will see."
Written Stephen J. Vattimo
Oct 04 2014
Fortune and Fame,
Is this the root of the value of your name?
If all your valued were stripped away,
would be like a tree who leaves were stolen away by the winds of a hurricane?
In the eye of a watching world,
would you appear to be like a hopeless tree,
stand in the forest with naked branches and rotted out roots?
If you were like a branch that was grafted into a healthy strong vine named Jesus The . Nazarene.
Though the hurricanes will come and go and steel your fortune and fame
Your branches will never remain naked.
For the vine's root will never rot.
For the vine is the source of eternal life and has over come the power behind the force of the hurricanes.
The branch that abides in the vine will always renew it's fruit.
Which is your fortune and fame rooted in?
Are you a tree standing alone in the forest try to produce your own glory?
Are you a branch grafted the vine name Jesus The Nazarene?
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 12, 2015
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
For a servant of The Lord to grow
The Lord has to send them on a journey along a desolate desert road
Tho the desert is like a snow white blank canvas
No terrain feature to navigate by
Have no fear
During the dark cold night
God will warm you
God will light you your path
By his pillar of fire
Have no fear
During the fiery furness heat of the day
God will cool you
When you eyes are blinded by the reflect of the sun off the sand
God will direct you by a covering cloud in the sky
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
Tho the desert is like empty cupboard
Void of substance to sustain life
Have no fear
God will fill your hunger by delivering daily bread with the morning dew
God will quench your thirst by turn a dry hard rock into a water fountain
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
The desert road is a solitary journey
the silence of friendly familiar voice is deafening
The roar of the enemy
Ever loud and threatening
Have no fear
The Lord never slumber or sleeps
He keeps a protective watch over His sheep
He doesn't not run to escape the harm of a poacher or wild beast,
He stand boldly to defend his sheep
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
For a servant of The Lord to grow
The Lord has to send them on a journey along a desolate desert road
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 15,2017
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Once upon a dreary day
He had to appear before a jury
To see if he would be hand over to zoo keeper
To be sentenced to captivity in a cage
or put on a leash until he earned his freedom
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He dressed his best
to impress the jury
That he was tame
not insane
Just a victim of mistaken identity
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He hoped in to his chariot
To make his journey to appear before the court
Along the way
he stop off in the market place
To purchase a potion mad from a magical bean
That would Energies him with the power of caffeine
In market place
every maiden’s eye was caught in a trance
by his fancy sport coat,tie,and pants
Every maiden he passed
showered him with flowery Compliments
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
When the jury was held
The King Of Kings pulled the strings of the hearts of the noble of the court
To show mercy
To grant Cinderella Fellow the privilege to remain free
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
The next day he hoped into his truck to make his way to the market place
Along the way he stopped off at Wawa to purchase a cup of Joe
He cheerfully greeted every fair lady He passed
The fair lady were all deaf and blind to his existence
As if he and them were existing in two different dimension
At first he found their reaction to him to be lame and very strange
Then he saw his reflection in a picture window
He no long wore his fancy sports coat,tie,and pants
that caught every maiden’s eye
holding them in a trance
causing them to shower him with flowery Compliments
He was wearing humble faded jeans and a cheap T-shirt
Now Cinderella Fellow knows what it feel like when a book is judge by it’s cover
Not by the story that is written on the pages inside
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 1, 2012
What was the crown of thorns fore ?
Why was it hammered to Jesus’ brow ?
Like forcing a nail through a piece of wood.
Was it a badge of mockery toward the Jewish leaders?
Fore pressing Pilate to crucify a man he proclaimed to fine no fault there in.
What was the crown of thorns fore ?
Was the crown of thorns Mother Nature’s representative ?
For she needed to be redeemed from the cruse of sin.
Redeemed from suffering under the Agents of Darkness ,Devour,Destruction,Decay.
Just as the first man Adam through the act of disobedience ,sold Mother Nature into slavery.
To The ownership of The Archangel of deception,insurrection, and Devourer of Souls.
Mother Nature Was purchased out of slavery by God,and she will be set free from the presence and power of the Prince Of The Power Of The Air.
Fore the purchase price to set Mother nature free ,
was for the sinless Son Of Man,The Son Of God,to wear the Crown of thorn on His brow.
while out of perfect obedience to the Father ,
He was offering his life on the cross as a ransom to purchase sinful man back to God.
This is why Jesus wore The crown of thorns .
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Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Sept 30 2012
I was traveling along my life line,
when mine line intersected with a peculiar guy,
In a time and a place,that was not unfamiliar to me.
He stared at his reflection in a mirror, and chanted,
“Me,My,I.”
This was a peculiar sight,
so I couldn’t help but pry, “Are you all right ?”
He replied, “My life line has taken some sever curves and Steep dives !”
I felt compassion for this peculiar Guy’s plight , and had to pry,
“Have you considered inviting God to help you straighten out the sever curves and steep dives in your life ?”
He replied, " Yes,every time I look into a mirror."
“Me,My And I.”
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 19 ,2011
Ground is quaking
Man made walls shaken
Earthly foundation is breaking.
The enemy has planted a mind friend about me
So peace and joy will forsake me,through the personnel mind of fear and regret
I navigate the minefield prayerfully low crowing on my stomach
Probing for minds with the Word the double edge sward.
Shadowing the foot print of the Holy Spirit
He has scouted out a safe passes through the mind field
Fortitude is unquaking
Servitude unshaken
A foundation of Faith and Hope is Unbreaking
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 17,2017
My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
My artistic talent are received from One source of pure light.
Passing through me like a glass prism, expressing them in diversity of colors in my life.
Christ is my muse,
But in this life I will reflect His image like a polished piece of metal.
Not perfectly clear like a glass mirror,
because their are shades of gray in my .veneer
My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
One day I will step into the presence of the source of pure light.
His spectrum of glory will blot out the existence of black and white.
My impurity will be berried in my grave,
I will enter His glory resurrected in the perfect image of Christ.
In that day my spectrum of artistic talent will be perfected through One Source Of light.
I can’t wait,
Because My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Nov 28,2013
Freedom to fly
Is a God given gift
Dreaming is as air is for living
Flowing down from His highly exalted throne
Freedom to fly
Is not a privilege granted
By rulers who’s realm of authority is ground bound
Knowledge of wrong and right
Is revealed to us
From The Righteous One
Who dwells in a kingdom on high
Knowledge of wrong and wright
Should not be dictated by corruptible judges
Who suppress the truth
For worldly praise
Freedom to fly
Is a desire
Like an unquenchable fire
A pilot that God ignited in side us
When He created you and me
Chains of sin
Robs us of the freedom to fly
Keeps our souls sinking in the mire
God so full of love
Out of His nature of grace and mercy
Sent from His throne room a Savor to the people of the ground
To shatter the chains that keep us fastened to the gates
To the entrance of the lake of fire
Freedom to fly
Those who God has set free is free indeed
Free to Fly on the Spirit wings
That one day will carry them to God’s kingdom in the sky
For those who think the message and Gift of God is a bad joke
They will fabricate their own myths of hope
Like the Greek Character Icarus
They will try to acquire their own way to fly
They will create wings out of wax and feathers
As they Fly toward the kingdom in the sky
The Son will melt their wings
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo Feb 18 2012
Spin it around
Turn it out
Media infiltration
Rising up in my bed
To enter the rat race another day
Laying down in my bed
To enter rest and peace
All I hear in between
Is Talking Heads
Always competing
Never retreating
Event when they have been decapitated
by their foe
Behind the stage curtains
Waring Heads climb into bed together
When they portray the character of sheriff of Nottingham
Oppressing the Peasants
Empowering The Privileged
Spin it around
Turn it out
Media infiltration
Talking Heads competing
To sell you their vision of the American dream
If you will surrender the helm to the ship
They will sail you to the promise land
When you wake up from their dream land
Reality will open your eye to the night mare they have created
Where they have sacrificed your God,freedom,prosperity
On the alter of human utopia
Turn off the media infiltration
It’s time stop looking to the Talking Heads to provide a hopeful future for us
It’s time to call upon God to forgive our sins and heal our land
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Feb 11, 2012
Cars cued up
Engines raving
Suspense and energy, thick in the air
We are gathered at the race track of life
Some sit in the stands
Some sit behind the wheel
Some drivers are sponsored by Jehovah Jireh
Some drivers are sponsored by Prince Of The Power Of The Air
The race track is a very dangerous place
There is no room for cloudy minds and slow reflexes
Jehovah Jireh sponsored Drives have to stay sharp through the word and the power of the Holy Spirit
For Prince Of The Power Of The Air Drivers will use every dirty trick to run their opponent’s car into the wall
Drivers Need to rely on their Pit Crew Team to warn them of unseen dangers,replace spiritual warn out tires,with renewed tires
Remove or correct any spiritually malfunction that is hindering the performance of the car
No matter how far a pit stop put a driver behind in laps
The driver has to reenter the track by faith and determination that God will give them the ability to make up the laps and get in position to be able compete to be the first car to cross the finish line
Cars cued up
Engines raving
Suspense and energy, thick in the air
We are gathered at the race track of life
Some sit in the stands
Some sit behind the wheel
Are you in the stands or behind the wheel?
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
May 18,2016
Wild flowers
They spring up to life,in the field where The Creator plants them
They are nurtured buy sun ,water,and feral soil,
They proclaim the glory of the artistry of their Creator
They grow and multiple until they reach their glorious peak
They wither,and fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand
Wild flowers
Artists praise your beauty,and try to capture your glory with paints on canvas
Farmers detest you presence ,and toil to remove you from the soil
For in their eyes you are nothing but a weed that competes and hinders the growth of their valued crops.
Wild flowers
Man is like the wild flower of the field
They spring to life in the world where The Creator has placed them
They are nurtured and blessed from the helplessness of infancy to the glory of adulthood by the hand of The Creator
Some grow to have families ,some grow alone
Some grow toward the Son of their Creator,some grow toward another in darkness
They all reach their peak of their glory,
Then they wither,fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand
Wild flowers
In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was cultivate,and appreciated for it beauty.
In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was uprooted and valued as a weed that competed and hinders the growth of their dreams .
Wild flowers
Relationship are like wild flowers
They will only live,grow,become a thing of thriving beauty,if we nurture them.
When a wild flower fades and withers away their is no seance of singing it's praise
If we didn't do so while it was alive.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 7, 2015