Best Visionarygod Poems
To the divinity within all of us
The wind blows outside my window
Reeling mercilessly against the trees.
Its power deployed, their will to destroy
And I can hear them yell in rebellion.
Daring the wind to try with all its might
Had gone there before, they know the score.
They know the fury the wind can carry
Whatever is in store, they cannot ignore.
They stand out, proud, arms stretched out
Bonded are their souls, holding the same goal.
Their unity, a fortress that found no distress
They would face this trial as they did those prior.
It was their legacy born in tenacity
From the beginning, it was God given.
So that man would come to understand
The extent of his God given potential.
To walk his way through life's hills and valleys
Building character, until he is one in heart with the Creator.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 6/1/10.
Amen - Ra is the God that my Egyptian zodiac says I am born under.
I took interest in the Egyptian zodiac for two reasons;
first because of the name Amen, and second because it predates the others by thousands of
years.
Some faiths end their prayers by saying Amen, not aware of the fact that they are giving praise
to the God Amen-Ra.
In his right hand he is holding the symbol of life, and in his left a scepter.
He is the lord of the thrones, bringer of light, and life.
Sometimes he’s seen holding the khepesh war knife, in his right hand, and
depicted with the head of a hawk, as he takes on many forms.
I can relate to this because I’ve taken on these different forms myself;
sometimes a lover, sometimes a fighter, and always watching like a hawk.
As much as we’d like a world without Seth, there will always be somebody
who will mistake our kindness for being weak.
So stay strong, bring light, bring life, bring the good fight, and keep hawking.
Amen
hawking: taken from american slang
verb - transitive
•to look at, watch, stare, or eye. From the bird, hawk.
Quit hawking' me!
In a world that has lost all control,
Where the enemy tirelessly battles for our souls.
We must continue to cry out to God day and night,
Let His strength shield us through this fight.
The battle rages but so many just do not see,
As ancient prophecy is filled, where will you be?
America once the lighthouse of all nations,
Now no longer the leader of hope and salvation.
We are ripping apart seam after seam,
Where children wander the streets, lost, lonely, and giving up all hope on ever achieving
their dreams.
At one time such a cornucopia this country God blessed and was the envy of all,
Then we thought we no longer needed our heavenly Father, so goes pride before the great fall.
We must stand united against these forces, and ask God to lead us again,
And bow our heads and ask for forgiveness for this country so riddled with sin.
Shine His light once more and let it burn through all the muck and the mire,
And let us once again live up to His standards and every desire.
Knowledge, is a new key for me and a lady so dear.
We both, not too distant past, away from trouble had to steer.
To learn from our travails, we agreed to increase knowledge.
Letting God be the one who gives us the right tutelage.
But, the question is, just what God wants us to understand.
For many, many religions claim their exclusive inside brand.
After listening to them all, a wise man of Islam brings me new data so I can grow.
He suggested to pray to God for increased knowledge if life is going to flow.
For God, the creator, is the way.
And, there is nothing else to say.
Lo and behold, new knowledge flows into my arms.
New skills and abilities, improving all the time more valuable than alms.
This was the answer my lady friend and I suspected, shortly after we met.
And, upon this route we did, our lives set.
I now understand, no matter what religion pointing to the creator, you follow.
We all pray to the very same God, for which every man is a fellow.
This world is curropt
and I cant stand it
It a disgrace
and I want to mend it
Its discusting and filthy
and I want to bathe it
Its smut filled
and I want to change it
Its marose
and I want to beautify it
I now hate it
and I want to love it
Its out of control
and I want to tame it
Its a dying shame
and the medias to blame
with there subliminal messages going straight to your brain
morals are dead and God no longer exists
and Ignorance persists while,
Corruption has overtaken our socity
and This world is tarnished
Innocence is constantly Murdered
Everything is condoned
And it all makes me sick
It really makes me tick
This Generation is screwed and its just getting worse
Is there anyway to put it in reverse
To start over new
to cleanse and restore purity
to our rapidly Dying Generation
and all this makes me think
maybe the world should end in
2012
maybe it'd be better
maybe were the reason that it's supposed to happen
because we've became so unaware
and we shamed God and disgraced him so viley
so if thats how it is ill go gracefully
and ill know exactly why
because we dont grow as generations go on
we shrink and degenerate
and its probally to late
to regenerate
Two older ladies knocked on my door one day,
As i open the door ,this is what they had to say.
Do you believe that the almighty God will free your soul?
I said yes i do ,and it dont matter if im young or old.
She looked at me with a huge grin,
Your right young man,He will judge you in the end.
Heres a booklet ide like for you to read,
In it are words of God that everyone should heed.
I thanked the two ladies for the chat and the book,
They said your welcome sonny , now dont forget to take a look.
As i turned and walked in through the door,
I turned to say bye, but they were there no more.
I looked all around my yard to see,
But no one was there, it was just me.
To my surprise the clouds start to clear,
As if the doors of heaven opened and the angels dissapeared.
I knew i was visited that very same day,
By two angels of God,to have thier say.
As i open the book ,to my surprise ,
A picture of the two angels were stamped on the inside.
I went to my knees and started to pray,
For all the poor souls that had lost thier way.
Help them dear Lord, to take the right road,
For i know on thier shoulders , they carry a heavy load.
What started it off
To believe in them
Spirits or Religion
Their is no God in men
Iconic figures
From past and present years
Ruling tribes
With tears and fears
Showing allegiance
To the Sky and Earth
As we all know
The planet of their birth
Nominated leaders
By ancient committee's
Who grew to rule
Ancient towns and cities
Power, Suppression
As their leaders are feared
To serve whose Gods
Why citizens are speared
Aztec, Inca and Egyptian Priests
Look above
Who do they greet
A cloudy sky
A starry night
If they opened their eyes
No Gods in sight
Civilisation's past and present too
Just needing something to look up too
Clever leaders, imaged thoughts
Create a God
Citizens bought
Man made icons
And planet earth's
Were worshipped divinely
For what its worth
Lava, statues, clouds and corn
From their countries
Born and sworn
If there is a God
Around us every day
Its Mother Nature
In every way.
Baal
Written by Catherine Reinke
Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,
named him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain may this one.
Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment they and plants alive.
Not only life give’th He in sun’s magnificent glory
how few could understand
why Yahweh to war went with Baal.
Fought in heavens sky for power supreme complete
resistance forces fought immense
until victory found when Yahweh produced his demon fail.
Destruction of our earth, when Yahweh flood waters sent.
Save select few , Noah and they
in his arch rescue set omnipotent God sail.
Declared… drown the followers of the sun!
Yet ,rise each morning Baal still won.
Today from the watery grave they have risen
those who worship all that Baal The Sun has given.
Plead we now, no more destruct us for such love
condemned to wait return of the arch homeless dove .
Mend your rivalry Yahweh with Baal, we pray
that in service both, in gratitude and love we may.
Well there’s this place that I see in my dreams,
A place full of darkness and ear piercing screams.
Screams you have never heard before,
Screams so terrifying you won’t want to hear them anymore.
They make you want to run; their fear amplifies your own,
But you can’t run because this place is now your new home.
The only glimpse you have of hell and the terror it imposes
Is just for a second, just before the door closes.
Believe me it’s not a big party, where everyone’s having a ball,
No, it’s like a rubric cube, metal boxes housing the great and the small.
In a foetal position you are stuffed in this thick steel square box,
With a door that squashes you in, that has a six-digit combination lock.
You may believe in the party and see the devil karaoking your favourite song,
But it’s stuffed in a small box with loud screams going on and on.
At first you pray and plead to God to forgive.
But in vain you pray amiss, because you would not believe
Then you will question God and ask why?
Ending in you cursing, hoping God will let you die.
I had a glimpse of this from the glass tube I slid through,
Into a darkness so thick you could almost chew.
god temporarily assigned a superior
you would know him as life
here to teach the meaning behind the whole thing
Due to the fact god has no god
he needs to have the experience of finding himself
in a similar way that we find god
Until god finds himself
our society as his reflection
will look upon our own innocence with misunderstanding
left to question those who are condemning
the very thing missing from their lives
the realisation may occur he did not keep mankind pure
and he had victomised the only one true reflection of himself
with the devil of guilt needing to be exorcised from your creater
holding himself hostage by his own misunderstandings
he will eventually look back at his experience
see it in another light
and the mindset of sin upon mankind's shoulder
will be blown away
at that point mankind has offered god a choice
and as mans plan to surprise their maker
to relieve him from his soo called tarnished image
we have a plan of good will
where irregardless he choses the right thing
an attempt to help god out of a destructive cycle
we all came here to offer support
I am predicting a heavenly breakthrough
that revolves around the cycle of life
something he created with a great purpose...
one that has yet to have been fulfilled
Eventually this will end the war of all wars
of our worlds
Hey! You little c___ sucker Get the hell out of there
Wish you were born dead Go get me a tree branch
Going to whip the s______out of you better yet come and
Get at my feet and start picking the dead skin off them
And when your done start picking 1000 grey hairs off my head
So you want to upset your mother huh I got something for you a________
Stand up you little f and give me 1000 squats
Then you can get locked up in basement for a few days
And if you ask to come out you can stay down there longer
I see you like to tease your brothers about their haircuts
Mom get the shaver and shave the girls hairs too that will teach em
And show them little b_____ whats going to happen if they runaway too
Was not pleasant to see my sister tied to own bed with head shaven to scalp
So we have a little pee ant in the family huh I'll teach ya a good lesson
Going to make you wear your wet pants to school so kids can laugh at you
I tell you folks does any child deserve this from a sicko From growing up in a
abuse home I always wonder when will the pain ever stop But with God standing
by my side I knew I still had a chance to survive I was only 5 when this happened
to me but the abuse scared only the outter edges and not what beauty was to
unfolded by God and given to me like a rose unfurling petals on a new day
Tribute To
Abused Children
Remember words hurt
So think before you speak !
Dear friends, don"t be bewildered or surprised
When you go through the firey trials ahead
For this is no strange, unusual thing
That is going to happen to you
Instead, be really glad---because these trials
Will make you partners with Christ in His suffering
And afterwards you will have the wonderful joy
In sharing His glory in that coming day
When it will be displayed....
Be happy if you are cursed and insulted, for
Being a Christian~
For when that happens the Spirit of God
Will come upon you with great glory....
Don't let me here of your suffering for murdering
Or stealing or making trouble or being a busybody
Prying into other people's affairs
But it is no shame to suffer for being a Christian
Praise God for the privilege of being in Christ's family
And being called by His wonderful name!
For the time has come for judgment....
And it must begin first among God's own children
And if we who are Christians must be judged
What terrible fate awaits those
Who have never believed in the Lord?
If the righteous are barely saved....
What chance will the godless have?
So if you are suffering according to God's will
Keep on doing what is right
And trust yourself to God who made you~
For, He shall never fail you!
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The Book's of The Apostle Peter....
You claim that you are a friend of mine,
but inside of your body, I find no peace of mind
You possess no hapiness so you seek to take a piece of mine
I may be locked in your jail but I'll be released in time
I was conceived in your womb of hurt and it made me insane in my birth
But even when Satan uses me for his work, God helps me to maintain through your curse
It's painful for me to believe that the only time that life has worth is when life goes back into
the earth
When I'm sick and tired, I want to sleep and rest in that belief
Because if I die painfully, I'd rather enjoy that stress than your relief
Even though my family may be accompanied by grief,
I hope that God will shine light on pain being my heart and mind's chief
And I hope that He'll forgive me for falling into your hellhole's depth
But I believe that He knows that while your demons controlled me, my spiritual freedom
cried for help
And when the time comes when tomorrow denies me breath,
I want you to know that death is in your grave because when you buried me, I died inside of
myself
As i lay there thinking why hasnt is there so much evil in the world
If there a god why hasnt he came back what if he isnt coming back
What if there no god and we have to suffer from this place called earth
As i lay there thinking
They say we are living in the final days,
And it is very possible if we don’t change our sinful ways.
Global warming, droughts and floods, hurricanes and earthquakes,
Famines, uncontrollable fires, these are signs of our wanton mistakes.
The Bible forewarns us with prophetic scripture,
And they are becoming as plain as a painted picture.
But we are as foolish now as they were back in Sodom,
And maybe more wicked, which paints this picture pretty glum.
All through recorded history we seem to have not learned,
The awesome power God can send forth when He feels he is scorned.
He created us, so why can He not destroy us as well?
Or forever sentence us to an eternal hell?
A new world order will be the next thing we will see,
One government for all and one currency there will be.
Our religions and beliefs will be shoved to the back,
As we slip even deeper into this prophetic crack.
Every man will be marked on his forehead or hand,
Should you refuse you might lose your life should you make a stand.
It is called the Tribulation which I feel is nearly upon us right now,
A time of great sorrow which God will allow.
Those who are still here and that managed to avoid wearing the mark,
Will be rewarded, when Jesus returns to claim His throne from the demon of dark.
The time is getting close so God’s words we must heed,
Till that day He comes riding on a cloud, on that great mighty white steed.