Why are people so disturbed?
Of all the unholy news they heard.
These are Gods’ proclamations,
It is in Revelation.
Nation against nation,
Mothers will cry for all their babies that died.
One will stand, ten thousand will fall,
The writing is on the wall.
It is time to take a stand,
We all will play in a one man band.
But don’t fret, because it’s not all gloom,
We are not doom.
He is coming soon to bring redemption,
Ending all these devastations.
You have to decide where your alliance will be,
With the Son or enemy?
Before He comes for retribution,
Salvation is your solution.
Shed your old skin, repent before the cross,
And your soul will not be lost.
It is time to take a stand,
Before the world will end.
"Poetry” is a most powerful instrument
like a flute that is to be played.
Also, it is a pungent possibility
like a newly created perfume put on.
Yet, free to all, and for all to wear.
This is to be adorned, and is
one of the most of the highest of solemn calls.
Words that are spoken and then engraved,
never to be forgotten or ignored.
It can reshape the world
that is in pieces and so, so torn.
A restorative medicine
to a life that is very, very worn.
An elixir of life and
a healer of lives beset by strife.
A lifter of our inner thoughts
and our buried emotions.
A fire-works of explosions
raising us up to a newer dimension.
A reversal of cacophonies,
man-made devastations.
Words of pretty portraits and musical orchestras
of artistical words:
Seamed stitched and woven and fashionably embroidered.
Also, made into a steely shining sword.
Mud thickens direly as I sink in shame,
Eternal devastations stride in liberty,
Wearied by the gloom of difficulty,
I sigh, but hope pensively in your frame:
You are my love, my dignity and aim;
In our speech my tethers do quantify,
Until reason transcends to pacify,
Ripping the hold of the fragmented maim;
May madness is no longer confusion,
Complexity evades in summation;
If only I could love you more the same,
And give you another wide open door,
We would in conversation rhyme and roar,
And life I would never in full so blame.
You are still keeping heavy arms,
You did not stop explosive devastations,
The Earth is clamings trials – not once,
Have troubled vital forces for whole Nature,
United Nations orders been ignored,
Intrudes feeling free for invasions,
Increasing wars revising what agreed,
Incoming time inclining independence,
Indifference for all asleep,
Discourage poll possessions intentions,
Remaining backwards countrys in need,
Would left among nations in faceless,
Despite foggy announcements on stand,
Among the stars would shine the Planet,
Don’t leave your children on the sand,
And face cold judgments for a wild,
Pretending for the Future bright,
It’s hard to watch hearts children crying,
Forgiveness doesn’t have a chance,
Missed way to all the Human Kind
(2/11/13)
Blood, sweat, and tears he would shed
On the path that lied ahead.
Imagine a child preaching the word of GOD
When even the adults had found it hard.
Can you picture him walking into town?
And his followers sitting on the ground
Listening to what he had to say
Their hands clasped together as they prayed.
Can you picture him in your mind?
Telling his mother that he is fine
And not to worry, not to bother
That he is not alone but with his father.
He was just a child, but he was the son of GOD
And preaching for him did not come hard.
From his birth she knew that to his father he would be true
For she was told ahead of time, what GOD had on his mind.
That he would be the leader of men and nations
And stop many of the devastations.
His childhood was about as normal as can be
But there was so many things that only he could hear and see
He knew that he was different from the others around
For they could not see the visions or hear the sounds.
This was the child called JESUS that we’ve all come to know
Two thousand years later and he is still loved so.
© L. RAMS
No one hears me, no one sees me, no one understands,
The stress, and devastations that befall a mother’s hands.
Life comes at us faster than you know,
we try our hardest to help our babies grow,
into good well rounded people that will inhabit this Earth,
but no one really seems to comprehend a mother’s worth.
Pushed aside, degraded, and belittled,
mothers get it from both ends, always stuck in the middle,
between the love we have, and the respect we want,
from the little ones that haunt
our souls, dreams and thoughts.
May our children never know the battles we have fought
To keep them safe, happy, and secure,
Moms have much that they have to endure,
in the end its all worth it,
because to us our babies come out perfect
What can make you whole again
scrub you clean and be your friend,
What can change your heart’s desire
Burn away the old with a blazing fire,
What can change the way you think,
Become your treasured, missing link,
What can restore the years of trauma,
Give you strength and bran new armor,
What can give you eternal peace,
Tame the ancient, ravenous beast,
What can rectify all your sin,
Cover you with gold from within,
What can rebuild all the devastations,
repair your oldest complications,
What can make the rivers flow,
Wash you white as snow,
What can change the color in your eyes,
Reveal all the years of hidden lies,
Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
By: Sabina Nicole
In the morning dew,
I float right into you,
In the twilight hour,
I am filled with your grace and power,
In the mist of chaos and adversity,
You hide the worst of me,
In the darkest nights,
You fill my soul with everlasting light,
For you set my feet on your sold foundation,
Breathe life into the devastations,
It’s not by might, nor by power
It’s by your spirit that your my strong tower.
BY: Sabina Nicole
There was a world renown prophet EDGAR CAYCE was his name.
His sleeping predictions , brought this man to fame.
The only man ever known to predict while in a sleeping state.
The accuracy of his predictions was about 88.8 .
1877- 1945 was when he was alive.
He was a farmer, teacher, preacher, scholar.
He would lay down and fold his hands across his stomach
And close his eyes, into a deep meditation he would fly.
They asked him all sorts of questions while in this state
With the answers he would not hesitate.
He could speak to his grandfather who had passed away.
And with spirit children he did play.
He had been blessed with a gift so rare
That with the world he had to share.
10,000 topics he had covered.
But was known mostly for the cures
For sicknesses of all sorts
And the medications were all store bought.
Five main topics which he covered most
Came from the holy ghost
Health, dreams, psychic phenomena, spiritual growth
He spoke of philosophy and reincarnation
And the worlds future devastations.
He was a prophet beyond his time
And cures which this world had never seen
Goes into the pages of history.
Reaching out for Righteousness…
Reaching out for Salvation…
Please Save us from Ourselves…
Save us from anymore Despair…
Save us from the Devastation…
Even the Devastations we create…
And Hiding from Each other…
Hiding from even Ourselves…
Where is the end? When do we stop?
The Time has come to choose a Different Path…
Isn’t it time? We start anew?
Please remember the Sadness we live…
Can’t we start over? Begin again?
Learn another way…
Dream of what could be…
Of what is Real and True…
For we never know what tomorrow my bring…
It may never even come
Finding your way out of places…
You never meant to go…
No, You never meant to choose that Path…
Eventually, opening your Eyes…
Seeing the mistakes you have made…
And Realizing… The pain…
When you find the things you have…
Given up…
The things you have Destroyed...
The thing you just let Die…
It is Impossible to Fathom…
The Devastations you feel… Sadly…
The Agony of realizing your own needs…
To try to Self-Destruct
Finding your way out of places... You never meant to go... No...
You never meant to choose that path... Eventually...
Opening your eyes... Seeing the mistakes you have made...
And realizing... The pain... When you find the things you have...
And given up... The things you have destroyed...
and the things you just let die... It is impossible to fathom...
The devastations you feel... Sadly...
The agony of realizing your own needs...
Of how you just try to Self-Destruct!
Eyes wider than
Sequoia trunks growing outside.
Like the tumultuous ocean
I lay.
Restless.
Without hope of the Churner
Ever stopping.
My thoughts are no more
Ordered and calm
Than I.
War torn lesions
In my mind
Where good thoughts
Once stood.
And so battered are my eyes...
So worn the highways
Of my mind.
Like the ruins of Babylon
And the devastations of Gettysburg,
Chaotic silence swept over me.
Then that too -
Ceased to exist.
Fates twisted souls before,
but not like mine.
You can see it, can't you?
Tell me, could I be your tragady?
This girl breeds hate in her veins,
I am cold, but I won't hurt you,
my demons are not misplaced.
Though I cannot control these devastations,
they are mine, and I am consumed by them.