I saw within the midst of it all,
The language, the idols.. the culture and history of the fall,
As if they owned the language and created these words long ago,
And the population just doesn't know,
Groups upon groups of layers unseen,
Claiming this is how we built our societies,
Staging fools to ruin and desensitizing their beliefs,
When Jesus came to set their hearts free,
Claiming they started words, taking out, and added to,
That they have been more in control of what we all knew,
You say in Jesus name..they cringe at the sight,
Using man's words and meanings against them, counteracting with loves might,
He will ruin our plots and ruin our plans,
To control the people and control the land,
The one who came here and fought for loves behalf,
Who sacrificed his entire life for the love of man,
Yet isn't it enough for everyone to see,
When you say Jesus name their animosity,
Because it's the opposite, and they want control,
Love counteracts all the knowledge of what they think they know.
Categories:
desensitizing, birth, blessing, devotion,
Form: Light Verse
S So where are we going? How do we gauge
I in judging present-day sign of the times?
G Go back in history, and one might wage...
N no better off in terms of war and crimes.
O Our time shows chaos on a global scale.
F For our safe atmosphere...attend...or fail.
T The paths to improve history...not paved.
H Hungering power, still a vice, much craved.
E End of Earth, pollution...death-engraved.
T Technology improves our human skills...
I in exchange, desensitizing hearts.
M Maintaining life behind a tech screen kills
E engagement that our face-to-face imparts.
S Sign of the times...much fear in me, instills.
Categories:
desensitizing, angst, conflict, fear, world,
Form: Acrostic
Written: December 04, 2023
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Desensitizing me—destroying my delusion.
Snapping sight of the kaleidoscopic illusion.
Delving into eternity of utopian ecstasy
Shimmering in an ethereal golden fantasy
Drifting inwards—yielding inner space.
Flamboyant with a nectarous embrace
Playing an intricate oboe of tenderness.
Drumming along to the tune of gentleness
Invigorating my soul—infusing my barren cup
Embraced me wholeheartedly the wassail up.
Sitting on grass, smelling delicious lavender.
Gulped divine ambrosia, wild or scavenger
Syncing wires up to my celestial essence
A haven where my bosom can quiescence
A tranquil haven where my spirit can soar.
A tranquil haven that my heart can't deplore.
A sanctuary where my soul can find peace.
Somewhere, my soul may relax and release.
Nothing can be concealed in my quiet spirit.
The whole day, one can both sense and hear it.
Categories:
desensitizing, analogy, appreciation, character, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
S So where are we today? How do we gauge
I in judging present-day sign of the times?
G Go back in history, and one might wage...
N no better off in terms of war and crimes.
O Our time shows chaos on a global scale.
F For our safe atmosphere...attend...or fail.
T The paths to improve history, not paved.
H Hungering power, still a vice, much craved.
E End of Earth...pollution...death-engraved.
T Technology improves our human skills...
I in exchange, desensitizing hearts.
M Maintaining life behind a tech screen kills
E engagement that our face-to-face imparts.
S Sign of the times...much fear in me, instills.
Categories:
desensitizing, anxiety, conflict, humanity, world,
Form: Acrostic
It seems like a lark
And the giggles abound
And the parties and excess
Of fools must be found
There’s no time for hard issues
Or things of the heart
Because don’t you know
There’s a game we must start.
Has many cool levels
And weapons galore
And warriors and zombies
Like never before
And blood flows like water
And time just flies by
Not missing the outdoors
Or spring, no not I.
There’s time enough later
For training and work
But what are the chances
The world’s gone berserk
With terror and drive-bys
And government spin
And no one admits
All the debt we are in.
I’d rather be laughing
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be gaming
Than dutifully dry.
This life’s really short
Holding nothing beyond
So bring on the laughter
Before I am gone.
Note: We have little idea how many young people are stuck on this destructive, desensitizing, hopeless treadmill. No honest exchange. No real friendships. No workable skills. No sense of purpose. No hope of Heaven. And we think we are showing love by buying their approval with more of the same.
Categories:
desensitizing, christian, corruption, fantasy, games,
Form: Rhyme
Hopeful but its so mundane
Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure
But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay
Into the ecliptic silence,
Self medicated diluted dreams
A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me
Somewhere between ominous and beautiful
Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain
Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day
To overcome this strange numbness
Of self inflicted shadowing
Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings
Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot
But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost
Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty
As these flightless insects crawl back inside
Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied
Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky
I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I
Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died
Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine
Categories:
desensitizing, absence, butterfly, devotion, emotions,
Form: Free verse
The game is his friend.
Always there for him.
Never turning him away.
Inviting him to visit
And giving him the
Best seat in the house.
In front of the screen.
It is his sport.
Replacing baseball, football,
Basketball and all others.
It lets him score
And makes him feel
Like a winner.
Like a champion!
The game is his sustenance,
Feeding his thoughts,
Shaping his soul,
Controlling his mind,
Closing the door to family.
To intervention.
To the world.
Anger grows behind
Raised brows and widened eyes.
Desensitizing him.
Honing his skills and
Numbing his feelings.
Making him blind to life.
Making death easy.
Without compassion,
Without love.
Categories:
desensitizing, death, grief,
Form: Free verse