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The pitch-black sky
Roars out loud,
Scaring the humans
Lurking around.
However, the danger remains hidden,
For it’s the flash, not the roar,
That destroys
Within no time save.
The Kingdom of God destroys the characteristics of Worry!
Worry blows things out of proportion
But the Word of God puts things in the right context
The Bible guarantees that 'recession' does not affect the Word of God!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry!
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry!
God the Father feeds them
Even though they must constantly look for food
The Kingdom of God destroys the characteristics of Worry!
God the FATHER is our SOURCE
He is our Provider
He is our Leader; He is our King
His Government will take care of us!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry—
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry—
God the Father feeds them!
The Kingdom of God is never in a Crisis
Matthew 6:26
[There are many types of birds]
Copyright 2024
Choices
When you messed up everything in your life
You messed up your family your kids and your wife
And even after all the damage and pain
she has enough love to take you back again
It was all there waiting just for you
All for you had to do was prove
That you had enough and show you were strong
But you ed that up and got it all wrong
This was your chance to stand out in a crowd
Give something back and make your sons proud
Just another fail
Oh the heart break
you Leave in your trail
Why do you bother why do you try
Your whole life is littered with people who cry
You enter their life and totally destroy
All their love happiness and joy
You are so toxic through to the core
You break their hearts and then go back for more
Like a thief in the night you come and you steal
everything good and everything real
You never give
all you do is take
How many hearts must you break
So many times you had the choices
But you keep on listening to all the wrong voices
How many people have chance after chance
Well you ed it now you’ve had your last dance
Just when you think you got it made
Something comes along and destroys your parade
Best laid plans
Poop hits the fan
All is for naught but I still wouldn't trade
The cat fell into our wall today, upstairs, where I did not even know we had a hole.
I am the mom of three excited girls who are all shrieking
for they can hear the pitiful cat screams.
I will be able to handle it.
I am the mom, right?
Meow. Meow. MEOW. Meow?
The cries are softer now,
as if the cat is beginning the dying process.
Meow. Meow? Meow?
Did I mention I am not a prissy Mom?
A Mom who has no concept of how hard drywall is to fix...
I am soon running from floor to floor,
listening with my dog-ears, making holes,
hoping beyond hope I do not come out of a
hole with half a cat, or a cat nose or a cat tail.
My husband is less than excited about it when
he arrives home, because he had no idea I
have an axe, knowing me well enough to
know, of course I would not be afraid
to lavishly use one
Moral of this story: Cat safe, woman in dog house
What you love destroys you,
that is the old cliché,
It’s so because the truth in it
is so obvious and plain.
Every morning I must break
rust off my joints with pain,
thirty-four years of skiing
has left me this price to pay.
What you love destroys you,
that’s what the people say,
and yet I still get on up
and go do it anyway.
doubt
in solitude
lingers&hovers,
pushes&pulls:
first silent
then loud
articulates
the unthinkable,
seethes
blurs
frets
undoes
the unwary
He is cold, cruel and rough.the law is afraid of the wind
He destroys my pride
He rips my roof away to show how poor i am
He never knocks,he hurls himself in to abuse his guest status
You will think of me
when your mouths collide,
for your body will become numb.
Her breath will wither
like smoke in the air,
and I will fill your lungs.
Like blood in your mouth
you will taste my lips,
I am the poison on her tongue.
What destroys you
is not our demise,
but the calm before the storm.
As the darkness captures you;
It leaves a path of despair,
A path that many will follow
Curiosity pulling them forward
Dragging them on, into the future, unknown
Further than they have ever gone.
Alone, scared, the only ones you trusted have left.
For they have been called upon;
Venturing forward without you.
Never looking back for you
Forgetting you.
The only thing left is to say goodbye.
Close your eyes for one last time,
Never to open them again.
The despair twisted to curiosity.
The curiosity directed at what is next;
What is beyond the red eyes of death?
Dead feelings never touching you,
Killing in the name of father satan.
This uncreator who embraces agony,
Followers drowning in his infliction.
Their minds burning as they approach his unparadise,
Murder being their magic carpet ride to his inferno.
Yet still seeing glory within his unkempt eyes,
This magistrate of dreams now their eternal nightmare.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
You’ll give her your heart
But she’ll just take it apart
Your love for her was higher
than the sky
But she’ll just run off with
another guy
Do you think you know pain?
Do you think you know sorrow?
But you’ll have nothing to gain
For falling in love tomorrow
So take my advice
She’ll put your heart in a vice
Never fall in love my friend
Cause love will always destroy
you in the end
DOPE DESTROYS THAT WHICH HOPE PROTECTS
Those aren’t really maggots, it ain’t even a flightless fly
That’s just the look of putrid and putrefied flesh when you die
Those aren’t really moles down there, they ain’t even mice
But I’ll tell you, the stench of death comes at quite a price
Every May fourteenth it’s Robbie’ day
December third is reserved for Bobby’s day
Lucy died at exactly midnight on the fifth or six of May
So was she buried that day or the next, ever heaven to stay
Maggots may squirm and squirm like a worm
But a dead body can only be steady and firm
That’s a directive from the one with intoxicating perfume
But we all know she’s all about death, destruction and doom
Mother earth awaits her kin in kind
Be they ordinary, or f*****g out of their mind
Fridays are for lovely Sherry and how she always rendered mirth
And as of today more than half of my friends occupy the earth
© 2011.….free cee!
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