when fire strips the field
ashes cool on barren lands—
the weeds arrive first
ruthless, quick to seize the space
filling voids with tangled thorns
when goodness is lost
a vacuum fills the heart—
empty hands delayed
cannot fill the space with grace
so cruelty takes its place
the fall of empires
begins with regime collapse
leaving empty void—
tardy freedoms swept away
replaced by quick iron fist
societies fray
when the shared values decay—
trust becomes brittle
complacency cracks resolve
doctrines fail on melting ice
beware silent void
for it demands to be filled—
if no light returns
the shadows gather swiftly
and darkness becomes the law
Born into an existence I never asked for told love of this world was equal to the fate of a thief a murderer a whore. asked to expect less but I desire for more.warned from the pulpit by those who claim that they know that hell is my destiny and there I would go.like a blind fool I listened obeyed and played good never knowing that the Truth accepted me just where I stood. hell is a lie perpetrated by man it crept into your doctrines having no place in His plan. Your man made religion is like that of Cain it has no place at His Table it will always kill Abel. If you don't believe me search for yourselves so many lies are found on your shelves. Ask and He will show you the truth of His plan for God's desire is to save every man.
Defeat and failure grow people sad,
Neither cultivating humble instead
Humble, the core elements of humility
With self-restraint and obeying the reality
The pros and cons of oneself accepted
As well as other people's interests recognized
Humility contributing harmony to a community
While arrogance bringing in animosity
I have once been in a hierarchical situation
Where is full of ad lip ranks and disdain
I have been in the free countries with kin
Having been upholding fairness doctrines
The best I wise up, the less I clear
Of these If I ought to be humble, or despair
You may notice someone in power
Wealthy in either financial fortune
Or social freedom, or popularity
That makes you feel inferior to keen
Thereafter, you wonder the reason
Underlying all the distinction between
You and them, and effort for alteration
But for whatever reason, you fail to gain
Thereafter, you turn to loose hands
And show obedience by pretending
No jealous of others luck and setting in
And forcing yourself hypocritically
Obey and flirt them by forbidding your mind
Of being dignitaries and persistence in truths
To be in cavity alike pets and tools
Without selfness and auto dominance
The doings you act are biologically right
Aside from being morally wrong
As evolution says , the doctrines are urged:
The finner you adopted to the environment
The greater chance you win the competition
But where are the moralities then?
Come on! they are hiding in your soul
Wondering when you are going" to be"
Charitable person, otherwise, hooligan!
Then tell me, what's your confidence
As a human who is morally sound
While also biologically win?
I used to be a little different from how I am today,
especially in some beliefs and things I’d do or say.
My mother was (and still is) fanatical; there was no true religion
except for ours; I lived without her zeal – having but a smidgen.
I had no testimony to match my mom’s though half my life I tried
to practice my religion, till one day I put my church aside.
I never had been able to accept some doctrines that for me
seemed senseless. So with no apology, I live now religion-free.
I know God lives; God’s grace and love are all. I know this because
I feel it deep inside. The person that I used to be I never truly was.
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous.
Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed,
for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go."
Joshua 1:9
As falsehood in this world is on the rise,
and even into churches penetrates,
when wolves in sheepskin come in a disguise,
the lying spirit falsehood advocates.
Demonic doctrines find their way,
that promise riches, but from Christ distract,
from focusing on Him they lead astray,
and devastating they leave impact.
The wisdom of this world, alas, implies
that it is good to save our own skin,
but Christians are called to challenge lies,
exposing the wicked deeds of sin.
The others might mock us and disparage,
and threaten us, if we can stand unbent.
The Lord is with us, if we show courage
and to ignore all wrongs do not consent.
8.02.2024
ATTITUDE OF ACCEPTANCE
What makes questions difficult? They
belong to me and you.
Questions of faith start with, if what
been taught in church … is true..
Attitude of acceptance is
acquiring open mind.
Assists flow of Holy Spirit,
‘Truth’s” easier see … we’ll find.
Not trusting God’s word’s a problem,
we rarely realize.
Till we won’t accept new facts read,
then God’s word … criticize.
We’ve gotta research new verses,
God’s truth’s, learn to defend.
“God can’t lie”, if we do research,
what’s true … we’ll comprehend.
Only One Truth requires that we,
all religions inspect.
Road to life’s Narrow, like finding
truth … not where we’d expect.
Ask …What’s my attitude? Will God
see me accept research?
Pagan Babylon-ish doctrines,
foundation … of each church!
Lemuria
the lost continent
sunk beneath the Indian Ocean
like Atlantis
or was she Atlantis?
Helen Blavatsky used pseudoarcheology to incorporate her
into her mystical-religious doctrines
she claimed Lemurians were mystical
possessing powers of esp
able to communicate with extraterrestrials
her writings elevated the myth of Lemuria
an exaggeration of evidence
but proof of a brilliant imagination
a cornerstone of her philosophy of theosophy
Age ain't nothing but a woman, ain't nothing but a teddy bear
--a teddy bear that wears a frown and a skull cap
tin plated hooves cannot cease the evening doctrines of
the schizophrenic mind
but what ails you the most is not the ailment but the advisory
of being disabled in the head
disabled of the mind...
yeah, life's not a picnic, nor a picnic basket
never has never will,
heh! Or has it?
They were dream sirens who fit into everybody’s wheelhouse
Four dream quintessentials named for their special talents.
Are they faeries, goddesses or pixies? People asked sandman.
It did not matter; they were faith, love, hope and joy.
Faith gave dreams that helped people believe in the unseen.
Her special talent was to uplift, enthuse, and enlighten.
Spirituality was her base, she did not push personal doctrines.
Her sisters were amazed at her talents, they were magnificent.
Love gave husbands and wife mutual dreams.
Dreams that inspired words like dearest, beloved and honey.
Hope uplifted people’s expectations, inspiring dreams and wishes.
Joy added to their dreams with passion, enthusiasm and joy.
They went to the spar hotel and got it on. One time was enough to revive the old socialist. He was fully revived. This was similar but different than before. They bonked away one session and did other things. This was better than being in the reading room studying revolutionary doctrines. The human body needed nourishing as did the mind. Blue was illuminated and revived in all ways. Like a rescued nation freed of a capitalist government replaced by a loyal communist one. Total revival of all things. If only it was always like this rather than the continued battle capitalist and communist in the way of the world. A good buck suck ruck was the key. He needs no Viagra it's all natural service guaranteed. He's locked and loaded. His bright green target cross is locked on his target, focused to infinity. See how she dances soon to dance with him. What will they create?
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The Queen has answered her ancestral call
England is in sad reflex to her nightfall
My condolences to the Royal House
For Her Majesty can no more live within the House
But her legacies which make England proud
Will in many books be read aloud
Sadly we won't further say God save the Queen
Who in humility lived in between
With no thirst for unnecessary influence in UK political scene
And without lust to corrupt the English religious serene
Her Majesty was like a fine rain from a cloudless sky
With principles that our Nationalists held very high
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
Your concerted messages are just like smokescreen
To cover the fact that we're responsible for our own ruins
The Queen's England didn't leave us with man-know-man doctrines
After sixty years of independence
Haven't we degraded in our appearance?
Why can't we accept that we've failed our own selves
When we make the giants in us look like elves?
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
She left us with all our cities all serene
My heart prays for the Queen of England
May her soul find rest across land
Those who crown themselves with miters and croziers
Are dry and barren canals to which I shall describe
Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and void place
The waters being a simulacrum of doctrines
Only the arid wind gives a sense of forward time
The bubbling and fizzing spring they cut from themselves
Those who pass by recognise there is nothing to drink
Only worms and serpents live within the canals
Their waters of void do not show heaven’s face above
No vision of sparkling angels appears anywhere
Nor can people see their face on the canals
Behold the crown jewels of those called servants and watchers
Inspired by this verse "Those people are dry canals." from The Apocalypse of Peter:
http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/apopet.html
Hoc est corpus*, hocus pocus
Legerdemaine, a shift in focus
Hoc est corpus, from the Mass
Hocus pocus, parody crass
Transubstantiation phrase
Ridicule, to baser plays
Papists, Protestants at odds
Declaring doctrines with regards
To our Lord’s communinion meal
Causing strife, divisions real
Luther replaced trans with con
Zwingli’s bread, alone anon
Calvin said we participate,
Joined to Christ when we partake
Hocus Pocus, thus a slur
“Magical”, what was inferred.
After Christ’s blood, more was shed
Strange remembrance, but ‘nuf said…
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*Hoc est corpus meum, Latin for ‘This is my body’
From what I can find, Hocus Pocus was the stage name for a magician who performed around 1640. Somewhere along the way, someone noted a similarity of sound between 'hoc est corpus' and 'hocus pocus', and observed (sarcastically) that the Catholics must believe magic occurred during the reciting of the mass to change the wine and bread into the blood and body of Christ...
my consciousness removed
picking me up from the floor
where my emotions became
a formative liquid gliding down
my limbs i awakened to your
false promises false doctrines
I opened mine eyes to blindness
covenant secrets i opened my
third eye exposing your untimely fate
you plotted for me i never admired
the unseen the invisible i truly needed
to remain naive to your wild uncanny
empty gestures I saw you rattling my
innermost peace I moved over aimlessly
only to discovery I'd awakened to self
eyes wide open my third eye
vibrant aware an yet I chose to
indulge you in false pretense
losing myself again into the
channels of disbeliefs simply
to believe you were real
knowing full well you were
an empty space a glance
on my journey to peace
I saw you there again
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