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telemarketing terrorists

sent forth from Church's
in America
to medicate Jesus Christs Sins
Buyor's or Sellor's of Contemptuous
Days, a pawn, a brillo saint
from vaccinations conundrum
Persevered by rogues of sugar
cubes

Buddy Hi-Di-Ho Santy

Buddha meets ... that is strange,
Announce the meet ... strange the more,
Buddha meets ... not so strange,
Announce misquote ... Buddha just wrote,
Though history ... Buddha's story, 
Timing bit off ... historians scoff,
What came first; egg or chicken ... what came post; begs a question,
Christmas or Buddha ... Buddha or Christmas,
It is neither ... here nor there,
Ergo ... Therefore,
Flip a coin, heads or tails ... make your choice, while coin sails,
A guess is a guess ... my best is my best,
Here goes nothing ... substance something,
Buddha crosses time ... Christmas line a Cross
Christmas Star o'er Bethlehem ... faraway came three wise men,
Buddha is pleased with Christmas sight ... Buddha's lifetime records and write,  
The nativity scene ... Buddha cites how it beamed,
Joseph and Virgin Mary, and baby Jesus makes three all the same ... Buddha scrolls down parchment that indicate advent that coined Christs' name,
Idyllic pastoral scenes of shepherds and farm animals and three wise men bearing gifts from afar ... Buddha captures the highlights breaths exhale and inhale words repetitively transform plain and not Czar.

Dream or nightmare

Whats your vision? Like..An idea of the ultimate right?
How can wrong be converted? History.?? Tell it to me
In sharp definition; much clarity! be precise what exact
Ammount of buttons were on George Washingtons coat
Or jacket and what makeup were they.? At Yorktown the
Seminal day.' Am I right in denying the existance of the
Broader scenes if you cant furnish this one instance.?
Did pilate wear sandals? More than likely.' Does that bear
On Christs trial.? More than the (pilate stone?) Here 
I shall just put; Crickey.!!

Epilogue

In the depths of nights shades,
lies the underworld roots of tentacles and rakes of spades.
This darkness creeps and crawls,
Whispers and echoes screams of a fall.
But not until the error is inlaid.

But fear not, for within your soul,
lies a light that can make you whole.
Let it shine, let it grow,
lamp be oiled by Christs Holy blood shed flow.

For in the midst of darkness and pain,
the heart can still find its refrain.
Through the struggles and the toil,
there lies a beauty in the soil.
A path of cultivate way.

So hold on tight, don't let go,
hold onto the reins.
For there is still hope for the Truth to know you 
and lead you through its gates, to its' Inn of "Heartschambermade".

Let your heart take flight,
be a driver through the dark of night.
Embrace the beauty of its direction and what is right.
For out the darkness beacons a glow. 
The Truth, a place of integrity you can call home.

Speak From a Clear Conscience

Look up everyone and you will find
Answers for troubled hearts and minds.
He calls to his children night and day.
Follow Jesus example because he’s the way.
Everyone faces problems God had made that clear.
If you will follow him and obey all your prayers he'll hear.
Blessings are rewards for the children who do right.
So please always remember nothing escapes his sight.
Just tell him you’re sorry and admit you are wrong.
The foot of Christs’ cross is where our sins belong.
When we choose our direction it’s never the right way.
You must settle in you heart to trust Jesus today.
If you make Jesus Lord,of this I am sure.
There is no problem to big, no illness that he can't cure.
Declare his healing verses speak them aloud, don’t just read.
That is how a Kingdom sower plants his or her seeds.
You don't need a Pastor, Prophet, or a religious degree.
It was the Speaking of words in Genesis by which God created the sea.

Christmas In the Heavens

Little by little by little by far,
high above I followed a bright
shining star,
something special in the air
no doubt a galactic affair,
symbols, trumpets,
resounding on Earth
a special occasion, a birth.
Oh to be in the heavens,
at this time of the year,
as a space shuttle is
used to man-oeuvre us
among superstars,
having visited Mars,
we are on our way
to the Milky Way
so iconic, so fascinating.
Trillions of stars,
a spectacular sight,
in the quiet of night,
creating a magical tale,
which will never fail,
to delight
and excite.
The Milky Way,
adorns and em-blazes
Our heavenly sky's,
perfect Christmas decorations.
For on the eve of Our
Babes first night on earth,
We will hear carols sung
by celestial beings,
and we heave 
a contended sigh,
shed heartfelt tears, 
for at midnight,
we shout Happy Christmas
to one and all, 
Christ Is born, Christs birth
was God’s call.

Anterarch

her spine that musical instrument
I strummed plucking sounds chords and tones
in axis, the toothed vertebra
she turned her head saying she knew
everything I know she didn't know
about heathen nights and their shifting moons
or all jesus christs in christianity but it's a lie
as I climbed my fingers now in atlas
carefully completing the bone contour
even in her eye there was a grimace
the rain started at that unexpected time
hence the absurd and sudden silence of the dogs
before scared of the moonlight.
I have walked these medullary paths for centuries
watching a vertebrate world under warm skin
the panting breath of one who will love
and on the outside the metamorphosis that makes us replicate
honeyed songs and languid concepts of what's sensual
because the touch that compresses the column
squeezes and grabs the body planet by the spine
allows me to foresee the rheumatic pain of tomorrow
the thorny gorges we'll walk through in trauma
sneaking us away from the blatant truths
that no one really wants to know.

Jesus Christ, Real Person

I
As a person trained in Bible and soft sciences, it is necessary - at the risk of disagreeing agreeably - to proclaim Jesus of Nazareth was a real person if one accepts the Bible. Sadly, since Jesus was crucified about 33 AD or C.E., at least 40 messiahs or CHRISTS were accepted by Jewish groups. One Moses of Cyprus led "believers" to drown. More are familiar with Bar Kokbah's false Messianic game. Without the Old Testament & New (both) to guide us, we pretend we ARE the AUTHORITY on Jesus of Nazareth. Christ is a title, "the Anointed One." Hindus like Yogananda taught Christ Consciousness without Scripture. Many false Yoganandas are around today. Watch, pray, READ the Bible yourself. Please (not easy). Or fall for ear-tickling fancies sooner or later. Without the Bible, I am no Jesus disciple.

II
He is always  near
And to some, most dear
Angels declare:
Do not fear
He will be here
But first clear
The ego, your air
Jesus is no  fortune clair*

NOTE: * poetic license for clairvoyant.

Salvation

The Stillness that plaques these counterfeit souls is a rancid bitter scorch....
Astonishing at the depth of hatred within ….

How the ~Beauty of the Lord’s Day~
 escapes their puffed 
Self celebratory view....
To live each day in rages full of darkness...
 as Torment bleeds upon them…..

My Heart is True an has been Humbled…
I will continue to uphold the Christs teaching.....
 May His Words Continue to give me strength and guidance as He walks with me ...
For without God I am nothing.... 

Christ is Our Salvation on earth and in Heaven….

Blessings

Prayers of Yesterday

secret flowers hidden in my chest 
ever day I wake up to do my best 
the prayers of yesterday still linger 
on my distracted, rolling fingers 
a sacral image tattooed with Grace  
etched upon my heart, Christs face 
no denomination here, just love 
properly suiting me like a glove; 
Sanctity cannot be seen but can be felt,  
a deliquesce thing that comforts, melts.

Sinister Nightmares

Fantastical monsters. Real or imagined? No difference.
Gangster style, their grim gargoyle faces head straight toward me.
Served with a bit of terror, they surround me.
Devils? Demons? Anti-Christs? Does it matter?

Wicked and evil, they crawl up my body. 
I feel them on my back, ripping into my spinal column.
She screams, but no one cares.
The hairs on the back of my neck are saluting,
Waiting for them.

Preconceived notions be damned.
Life as I knew it is over.
They are slicing away at my hardware.
My software is shrieking in abject fear.
They do not stop.

Sinister? 
Are furies from the bowels of hell sinister?
They begin to devour my gray matter.
My heart howls like a wolf.
One of them scalps me.
Rips off the top of my skull.

Which one?
How the hell do I know?
Does it flipping matter?

Pray

I can’t Do anything but pray
Pray that this mountain goes away
Pray that my mind will be still
Pray in the wholeness off his will
Pray that Satan I will defeat
As I kneel at Christs mercy seat
Pray that healing can be found
On this dirty battle ground
I’ll pray until Satan can stand no more 
I’ll pray until my knees are sore
I’ll pray my saviour come what may
I’ll pray and pray till this goes away

In Jesus Name Amen

Indeed no toil, nor anguish, can tear me apart
Neither triumph or loss, on earth, shall spoil me so
Jesus is my rock, my shield, he guards my being
E ven sin is powerless, adversity nought, for lo 
Surrender I, heart and soul, and strive for good 
United in one body, blessed by his empty tomb
Sweet like a child, my spirit shall rejoice
No despair, nor failure, can turn me from christ
Ascribe praise, marvel at his goodness and truth
Make me your humble servant, to evangelise
Ever may I dwell in his house, grace willing
Almighty king, who's name casts out evil
Model me as a vessel, may Christs' life echo
Early shall I rise to greet thee through prayer
Nurture then my faith, to bear the fruits of joy

Contest: Double Double the Bubble Poetry Contest
Form:, Double Acrostic
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: 05.30.2020

A Cowards Will

 I gift to you this world my child
Alas its’ troubles I can’t tame
Others efforts I have reviled
On judgement day I’ll face the same.

I’ve seen the mosque where people weep
At times Christs’ church rocked to the core
and God’s chosen placed in trenches deep
Watched peace and love hijacked for war.

Cowards choose to say they’ve failed

So do not accept mans’ violent bent
Hate speech is bloodshed thinly veiled
Unity a gift from heaven sent.

When imam, priest or rabbi call
Hear love not hate to heal us all.

Tell Me What Do You See Contest

To the right I see three stars
They look to me as a lime yellow
Two seem to look as if they are surround by
A deep ocean blue the other a deep rusted color
An image appears to the left like a dragon 
Lunging out from the stars yet with the softness of clouds
This whole realm seems to speak Christs holy name
It would be what I would have imagined 
When God created the earth with it’s brilliant colors
Arranged with the perfect shape of the earth
I see a bright star to the right yellowish in color like our sun would be
Heating the earth and reflecting back to God
I not only can see this beauty but
I can hear the silence of no voices of man
I do not see mans creations cluttering this realm
So it must be where God dwells among the stars
We are captured on this earth waiting to see
The beauty that I see in this picture that is in front of me

Contest Name: Tell me what do You see? 
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Date Created: 02/09/2019

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