Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall
all be changed--In a moment in the twinkling of an eye. For our
For our Lord, Himself shall descend from heaven with a mighty
shout, with the voice of an arch angel and the last trumpet of God.
And the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we who are alive
and remain, shall all be changed. And be caught up together
in the sky and so we shall always be the our Lord Jesus Christ.
For our corruptible bodies must be changed to incorruptible ones and
our mortal bodies must put on their immortal ones. "For flesh and blood
cannot inherit the kingdom of God in heaven for during the seven year's
tribulation on earth." His saints shall be safeguarded and protected there.
Come muse with me if you dare;
Where it matters not who you are;
To a place free of debates and politics;
A place with no room for philosophical lunatics.
Come muse with me if you dare;
About a place of no flare but care;
A place of purity and unpolluted air;
A place where worries are not allowed.
Come muse with me if you dare;
About a place where mortals stop and stare;
Where sorrows and tears have disappeared;
Where there is nothing we ever need to fear.
Come muse with me if you dare;
Where humans no longer take but only share;
Where nature's corruptible has been redeemed;
Where creation's destructible is no longer seen.
Come muse with me if you dare;
To a land void of UFOs and time tunnels
Where there are no black holes or cloud funnels;
Where all such mysteries have been put to rest,
and none lifts an eye or raises a cry of protest.
010224PS
as death is not corruptible, most rich folks confuse to leave good life.
as death is uncorruptible on earth, most rich folks confuse to rest.
October 08/2023
Some see hope is just a four-letter word
Vulgar a profitable and annoyance just
And seemingly torturous void but just as love
Love is also a four-letter word we put them both
Both together what have you heard
Violent abundant separated confusion lust
A lasting yet prominent non delusion virtuous
Do find The prominent measurement of time corruptible me the lip of the TV corrosive rain down from above and what of Lucifer yes he's the most beautifulness of all that's so endearing so I'm clearing he too had a different veering I'm trusting The Vault of righteousness jealous incapable of being decisive but yet you're fighting separated alluring prominent prideful a murderer or a liar can he to be redeemed like Mortal man or is he already chained up and abandon in this war we rage the rage is one when all is said and done what we have left is hope and love
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Reborn here now without baggage
possible by the Saviour’s grace…
such worked midst His compassion cage
for my soul’s re-creation phase.
Through Christ’s offered redemption gift
reborn here now without baggage
assured my spirit’s divine lift
along faith growth for service stage.
Settling my heart upon truth page
God leads steps toward milestone glow
reborn here now without baggage
as a channel for blessings’ flow.
Thankful for mission to reach-out
sharing the Lord’s love-care package
I am bound for heavenly route
reborn* here now without baggage.
*1Peter 1:23 Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.
October 7, 2021
5th place, "Dawn" Quatern Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 10/18/2021.
The lies surround us
Seeping into our skin like water
Uncontainable
Unstoppable
Unattainable
The words spoken, once silent
Now decayed in our hearts
Intangible
Insidious
Indefatigable
The orderly mind now deceased
Ruled by passion, and anger, and hate
Mutable
Dilutable
Corruptible
Floodgates open wide
Pouring the fire of rage into our souls
Mindless
Thoughtless
Kindless
Logic is a casualty in their war.
Space
No beginning - no end
No sunrise - no sunsets
No edges to curl back or peek behind
Light living in darkness
Tumultuous fire –cinders of ice
Thunder and silence
Volatile and stoic
Unfathomable depths – reachable stars
Empty – star-spangled
Orbits - oblivion
Planets - astral plains
Stellar nebulas – streaking comets
Constellations – red dwarfs
Airless - atmospheres
Seen - eclipsed
Nature’s laws enforced – black hole rebellions
Blue marble of life - stillborn moonstones
Corruptible – not unchanging
Mysteries – mystical
Calendar of time - journal of the eternal
No beginning and no end
1-12-2021
Contest: Musings on Space
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Death, you are everything ugly
Unavoidable doom you are
You are mean and unfair
For you rob the cradle
Scare everyone, young and old
So, you claim your potency
Death, corruptible you are not surely
Else kings and presidents would survive
You courageously knock at their doors
You owe no respect to anyone
And no one hides from you
For you and your soldiers are vigilant
Friendless and brotherless you are
People, animals and plants fear you
For you remove one by one heartlessly
Children on breast you sway
For you have no heart and brain
Yet you know who to take today
Death, had I had power
I’d create a court or an army
That could surprise you
By hunting you day and night
Defeat and root you out of the world
So broken hearts are mended
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
ALONE
aged american
agor’phobic adventure —
alienation
BECOMING
bob brawling baby
bear before breaching beehive —
breathless bonhomies
CALIGULA
calculating cow -
cohort’s corruptible cash
creates confusion
And they asked of her,
said unto her:
Why do you write these words,
this ink on an invisible whiteness,
these corruptible scratching’s
as mutable as sand and water?
Surely poetry is but a reverie,
an untried pretention of truth.
By who’s authority do you speak?
She answered them saying:
Who called me poet?
I am that nothing from which
all manner of nothings come from.
The white page comes after me;
words come after me, not from me.
What you see as words and poetry
I see as the Holy Ghost
speaking through a skull.
The same cross you nail someone else's sin to; will be the same one used to advertise you.
The day gold became more important than bartering; was a time the world had been bought, and short-changed.
The time the world had been short-changed; was the moment within ourselves, our heart was corruptible.
The moment our heart was corruptible, prompted our souls scattering.
Now we see people selling their souls for worthless pieces of paper.
And we fashion ourselves as unrecognizable characters.
Woke people scream amongst the loudest traffic, but no one listens because gold keeps on glistening.
The crowd will pass an empty cross, and not ignore it. They pick the ugliest sin possible and say you deserve to be on this.
While going to Sunday brunch, knowing they too, deserved it.
Now, I ask you, was the gold worth it?
Jesus Is Alive And Well Today!
The existence of Jesus, many attempt to deny.
They reject the truth, and accept a corruptible lie.
Christ’ death on the cross, many refuse to believe.
They refuse to acknowledge what he achieved.
Christ’ atonement and resurrection, they won’t accept.
His offer for grace and salvation, they reject.
Won’t you believe the words that he has spoken?
His life for ours, on Calvary, was sacrificed and broken.
Will you reject the truth of the Lord Jesus today?
Will you refuse to listen to what others may say?
His message of hope and mercy ring loud and clear…
He brings an eternal life that’s eternal and secure.
Let’s rejoice together in knowing he is real!
Behold the Lord God! The Lord of Israel!
By Jim Pemberton 11/13/17
Death, you are everything ugly
Unavoidable doom you are
You are mean and unfair
For you rob the cradle
Scare everyone, young and old
So you claim your potency
Death, you aren’t surely corruptible
Else kings and presidents would survive
You courageously knock at their doors
You owe no respect to anyone
And no one hides from you
For you and your soldiers are vigilant
Friendless and brotherless you are
People, animals and plants fear you
For you remove one by one heartlessly
Children on breast you sway
For you have no heart and brain
Yet you know who to take today
Death, had I had power
I’d create a court or an army
That could surprise you
By hunting you day and night
Defeat and root you out the world
So broken hearts are mended
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Wind met water and they became fiancées
Fire met wood and they became spouses
Darkness met light and they became opposites
Master met servant and they became suspects
Success met failure and they became enemies
Man met woman and they became strangers
Power met throne and they became corruptible
North met South and they became poles apart
Teacher met student and they became book-worms
Reason met argument and they became fools
Bullet met barrel and they became murderers
Peace met tolerance and they became contesters
But what will meet what to bring total peace here?
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