In Silent fields I laid my head before God.
In Peaceful meadows I was given rest with Jesus by my side.
As soft singing birds sang in the morning to come I clung to my creator.
Under the heavens I wrestled with God and found my safe home.
Electing to race the clouds we became like stars falling toward the earth.
Each moment love restored and faith renewed in me in Love overcoming evil.
Youthful joy building inside of my soul I sing like a bird greeting my king as the birds greet the dawn.
Found my heart in my best friend Kami who is my truest Love who I know saved me by her silence.
when she refused words with me I did only thing I could do I surrendered to Jesus now he lives inside me. His words I cherish and every time I recall she is my best friend cause God created her. Lord Jesus you set me apart to be an Ambassador for your Kingdom and tell everyone to Trust in Jesus our great King of Kings. Roads all lead to Christ in the end he is our only hope for eternity. Your music Lord Jesus is my heart on fire praising your glory.
The U.N. is a theater house,
where warlords, drug lords, and mafias
wear the mask of statesmen.
Eighty years have passed—
what has changed?
They speak with honeyed tongues,
yet Gaza burns,
Ukraine bleeds,
Congo and Sudan melt into dust,
Libya is a fire unquenched.
These men you call leaders—
small gods in suits—
are but actors in a fool’s game.
The poor grow poorer,
the rich ascend to thrones of gold.
And still you believe—
still you kneel—
thinking these criminals
will bring you salvation?
No! They serve no people,
they represent no justice.
They serve only power,
and power devours its own.
And you, the masses,
with your blind faith,
electing executioners
to guard your children—
how can blind men lead us
to any promised land?
For eighty years
in the United Nations theater
the curtains rise,
the scripts repeat,
and the audience weeps in silence.
The world cries for peace,
for justice,
for equality—
yet what is offered
is freedom of fools,
a stage drenched in blood,
a democracy of shadows.
If time of bad desire
Sits its rejection then,
It has crossed the limit.
When government gets err,
People suffer with rage.
If their rights neglect
Electing leaders by money
Tampered, pre-meditated
Betrayed by ill digital,
What democracy we expect
What progress we proceed
Sooner it invite violence.
The good is being assailed
For good men done nothing.
What do evil will do here
But to steal, to kill
Eventually, to destroy.
Everything hinder its path
Is obliteration, painful.
That sour grip is winning
Pomp into power, ill glory.
It's disheartening to core
Democracy is a distortion
Of too much bad influence
Greediness and lavishness
Die with your ill system
One day grave will hate
Patriots who died echoing,
With a loud voice rebuking,
Cursing, yell of nationalism
Saying, what have you done
Intellectual, youth of pride
People of good moral, wiser
What face our country has
What future for next gen
Where is free moral agency
What have you contribute
What have we as people.
Optimistic Onnie was perpetually expecting
Friends and neighbors showered her with respecting
New viable ideas often occurring and interjecting
Onnie’s willing openness refreshingly reflecting
Conglomeration of talents beyond regular electing
Inspiring fresh dendrites to do a little more inspecting
The American people have
Lost their minds.
Electing the SCHMUCK,
One more time.
MR. Trump, a dangerous
Man-child.
A convicted FELON,
Running wild.
No consequences to
His actions.
A traveling Circus,
THE MAIN ATTRACTION.
He is a FASCIST, RACIST, SEXIST,
Preaching his Campaign.
He BABBLES on and on and on,
The man is INSANE.
A MORON in charge of the
Greatest place on EARTH.
Where we force our Women,
To give BIRTH.
The white men will be
The least affected.
Anything else will
Be REJECTED.
WOMEN, NON-WHITE and
THE LGBTQ.
Pay attention they are
Coming for you.
OUR BODIES,
THEIR CHOICE.
We no longer have
A VOICE.
No more BLUE skies,
cold dark RAIN.
We will live and die,
IN THE HOUSE OF PAIN.
Turbo1904 ?
So many speak of ‘our democracy’
though it seems representatives resent us
They blithely vote for their party’s agenda
then when questioned, they act nonplussed
We keep electing the same ones over and over
the familiar’s more comfortable than the unknown
So much ‘for the people’ in ‘our democracy’
~ who don’t really deserve it, you see
And there, painted
and playing in sweetest frame
is the timeless province.
There, suspended
by the arches of axiom,
with sputtering brushes
of wielded coherent structure.
I drown upon spearing fear
in the devilish qualm,
splintered to scattered scree
upon the wuthering face
of this old, roaming sphere:
in continuous form
and bristling invariance.
Here is one soul
stripped of fire's bite.
I have my tools at hand,
extensions of my form;
yet the tendons are emblazoned,
threatening to break
upon the simplest gesture.
I dare to say
that I do not live:
I am suspended in a desert
where life once drifted.
I once was electing Truth
but am now spirited into hushing,
principled in my lightened travels.
Goose, goose, goose... duck!
They say they love and are not full of hate.
But listen to their speeches, with all their beseeches,
and judgemental and condemning ruminate.
And what of their fruits by which they can be judged,
that has fallen to the ground and reeks of rot?
Their causes based on lies, now lie fermenting in historic sludge.
Foolish voters, well now, they win foolish prizes.
And they keep electing their own and complain of their pain.
Yet... the cause of their suffering, the fool Democrat never realizes.
by Martin Braun
September 8, 2023
Too old for the same, repeated, broken records of bad solutions to rehearsed problems.
Perilous Times
Miracle Man
8/11/2023
Today we’re facing challenges,
beyond our imagination.
We seek God’s face in prayer,
and wait for God’s cessation.
Votes are sold for the prospect,
of getting something free.
Electing those to some office,
who never seem to agree.
We take the life of the unborn,
and morals aren’t as has been.
To finance life improvements,
we legalize all sorts of sin.
As we bravely face each new day,
trouble lurks at every bend.
I feel things won’t get better,
until God declares, the end.
2nd Timothy chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
I dream of a place
Where nobody cares
Where nobody listens
Cuz nobody hears
Where people are selfish
And nobody shares
thoughts and emotions
fueled by ideas
a place with no tears
cuz nobody cries
where nobody sees
through X-ed out dead eyes
where demons wear medals
and collars of white
laugh at the needy
when they’re out of sight
then plead with the voters
please elect us again
for we are much better
than those “other” men
the split in their tongues
their venomous lies
axe murderers pleading
before the blood dries
It wasn’t our fault
we did all that we dared
we even pretended
that we really cared
Perhaps we’d be better
Electing some strangers
Because nothing changes
If nothing changes…..
John G. Lawless
©2/17/2023
Everyone believes in something or other
whether it's religion, God, humanity at heart
there deep down inside in our soul
is a place where life does indeed start
I believe in a loving sovereign God
who sent His son to earth for my salvation
there at Calvary's cross paid my sins
all of this for my eternal redemption
This God created all this world
by the word of His mouth did He
gave me His inerrant holy word
so by it my heart's set free
This God by His holy scriptures
and His holy spirit dwelling within
guides me to walk in His way
all the way to heaven away from sin
I believe because God convinces
that His divine word is fully true
showing that this Lord God loves me
electing myself to be changed anew
This is the reason why
I believe what I do
not everyone will duly agree
but our hearts all must be true
(This is one of my oldies from some years ago which some of my new friends would like to see. )
Christmas
Holds
Rich
Inspiration
Selecting
Toys
Making
Awesome
Surprises
Too
Often
You
Supply
Faded
Ordinary
Resolutions
Combine
Hysterical
Items
Like
Dinos
Reciting
English
Novels!
December 11, 2022
Contest: Christmas Poetry Contest - Acrostic
Sponsor: Bobby May
I
My two daughters love Two States
Two ways, at least
They love Maryland & Virginia
They love English and Spanish
They love their dad and Mom
They love Democrat & Republican as American
They know the Constitution didn't make Parties
They Know G. Washington warned Parties
Divide anation, when electing should take best 'man'
For the job he refused to Name "king" - but Mr. President
II
My daughters proudly thank, work for America
We can't say much, dear patriots, freedom lovers
But they do data mining, sub-contracting for Feds
I have seen some AWARDS, we sleep well
And Jesus gives us a clean conscience as we 'talk'
'US Constitution,' "freedoms," national & global citizenship
About academic freedom
III
Those who "jingo" about nationalism, what
will you tell Jesus who reminded us:
You are a citizen of heaven, not of this world?
( Reference: Paul's epistles, and Peters Letters in the New Testament." We are not one-dimensional
"Americans" - but as with "hats" as a member
Of biological families: know all the roles u play!
A beautiful girl killed in LA!
Today an eleven month old, shot in the face?
We can’t stand by electing men who are more than a total disgrace!
A lovely Asian woman pushed to her
death in the New York subway?
Is violence the only way ?
Things can change here, but we must fight.
It begins with electing men who openly
are for what is right!
Further, as a good American , please register to vote.
This nonsense that it matters not, is sold by leftist goats!
I/20/2022
There is reason why evil
has persisted, Man does not
wisely use his power, rejecting
God's council, a Better Plan – the
devil having no power, but for
the power given him by God's Man.
We are co-conspirators, feigned
ignorance no panacea nor bliss...
on what Christ Loves the Devil uses
a pulverizing fist –
Free Will has glorious Manifestation –
but such freedom does not
come without risk – let not
one's lesser ego, lead to internal
cancers, electing to office bloody stools
and piss....
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