First of all, I need to say
Aloud what is hidden away.
The pain of heartache weighs on me.
Can words of truth set me free?
You made me a believer.
Pain, you showed me what is real;
You even taught me how to feel.
To believe that I could rise
Above a life based on lies.
You made me a believer.
All my wounds lie deep within,
But my demons will not win.
I'll bring them out into the light,
Tell my truth and make it right.
You made me a believer.
Born to live my life with pride,
The road has been a rocky ride
Especially when the doves cried
(Heard me screaming deep inside).
You made me a believer.
So, let life throw rocks my way.
I will march into the fray.
A victim I will never be
If I react assertively.
You made me a believer.
I see the beauty through the pain.
On life must fall a little rain
To put out fires of deep regret;
Draining feelings in rivulets.
You made me a believer.
Pain made me a firm believer
That life can be a big deceiver,
But it taught me what is real;
To reconcile with how I feel.
Pain made me a believer.
(And one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, and perceiving that he had answered them well, asked him, Which is the first commandment of all?
And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord:
And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.
And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.
And the scribe said unto him, Well, Master, thou hast said the truth: for there is one God; and there is none other but he:
And to love him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love his neighbour as himself, is more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.) Mark 12: 29-33.
The Lord is one
It is so clear, please, read
God is one Lord
A possum skull with Maggots and small agates filling its stomach
Maggots that Search for something Wise that will suffice
first Of all, my brain is a maggot searching for agates
my backyard, a prairie, has fulfilled me of not all of my wonders
Her float was shallow.
Her pyramid was a beautiful theme
of dreams she wished time would,
first of all,
let float.
What could she have done
with so many butterflies?
She respected her furious nature.
Her beehive held a limitless wealth,
but she never forgot
how it was almost empty.
“Allow nature to emerge in your belly and drink.
Beautiful rain can fall on stones
and still make voices that represent God too.
Allow the honey to heal you,
and dance with its sage.
Let lavender flowers bloom on your forehead.
Pursue the romantic desires of motion,
and just let things float."
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
LYAIOZ MANNIE
First of all thank you
I wanted to thank you
you made it easier to do
some others rush me through
act like don't what to do
but you
did it right
you did it right
ah maybe three or four
who could ask for more
I really appreciate things
you do.
Leave it the way it is
there aint no other way
glad you came along
I'm sorry you can't stay
my number if you change your mind
nah everything is fine
you one of a kind
it's what ever you say
Hey you know you're the best
head and shoulders above the rest
got me right when I had to guess
you specail that way
maybe it's something learned
I'm glad it was my turn
keep me in your concern
don't do any other way
it's been on my mind for sometime
it's been erased and rehersted
tell me what came first
that's the condition I'm in
come by help me out
you know what I'm talking about
let's keep it clear
I won't have it no other way
Man must live with enough, not
with the exorbitant...
We need to be happy
with the happiness of others
around us... thus,
we will live in peace...
But first of all, we need
to have the courage to live in peace!
Distributing is not impoverishing ourselves
materially to help
those who are wronged... doing that is a saintly thing...
we are not that good yet!
But giving, giving ourselves a little more,
is divine... EST MODUS IN REBUS!
As written before, even to do good,
one must have courage...
Returning, living with good principles
we will certainly evolve...
As the poet
Américo Falcão once wrote: "The way God
created things, even the frogs in the marsh
will be angels one day."
Let us be brave, let us distribute
let us give a little more... this is how
God likes and wants it!
First of all, I must say that I love the sea so much
in the past, I dared to repeat words from the poet Areias,
"Sea, my ground"
RETURN
If the sea deigns so much
to lose a little water
to wash my feet...
I reciprocate, filling it
back with my tears...!
I know the sea's salt,
so many shipwrecked ships...
I know the sea's distance
so many distant loves...
Water that gushes from me
only increases a sea between us
a lonely man without his love!
I know that the sea, my confidant friend,
will feel my death...
I, little innocent river!
Fear and desire are chains we wear,
until we become self-aware,
first of all inquiring, ‘who’m I?’,
which if not form, ego must die,
that with the false out of the way
and on making love our mainstay,
eye single, pheromones mingle
and we feel bliss rapture’s tingle,
at first a cascading wave form,
ushering currents cool and warm
but then over time, bliss beat’s chime,
assists us to heavenward climb.
We see there’s nothing to be done,
save breath by breath coming undone.
Going through hell on my spiritual journey,clinging to the sprit
using all my ways insight wisdom and strength just to stay with it.
Up against demonic forces that no man has ever endured before,
going forward through the tunnell , destination is the core.
Strong hold after stronghold ,HOLY SPIRIT by my side
MICHAEL AND ARC ANGEL GABRIEL as my everpresent guide.
Paving the way forward for all the saints first of all
then for whoever who has recieved the call.
For it be God/Jesus who has been placed inside of me
to go ahead through the hard places that leads to eternity.
Beneath is the darkneass and pure light ahead
always giving thanks for my Fathers blessings and daily bread.
Ephesians 6.10. Finally be STRONG IN THE LORD. Lean into him especially in this time, make yourself small. Lay and soak ( i recommend Graham Cooke , The Favour Of God) Warfare is your weapon, also your expectancy from God.
I am the one who will come through the clouds, on that day . :) xx
A witty saying proves nothing,
Especially in a generation that
Doesn’t tend to be so loving
To one another because of the
Love of money.
So much pushing and shoving.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
We constantly dream of personal
Satisfaction, especially when we don’t
Have ourselves together.
A selfish mind has sex with
A woman, then wakes up the next
Morning just to realize that it never
Met her.
I just want to see the day where
I can hold my head up high and
Keep my life together.
My life is a struggle.
I find myself having to juggle
With emotions that are so confused
That they want to snuggle.
The ear is the avenue
To the heart
And the power of the words
Can tame it or tear it apart.
It’s not enough to conquer,
One must learn to seduce.
Seduction is a sexual tactic
Used to daze and confuse.
The masters of it simply
Recycle the same words
To reduce and reuse a-
Forget it.
Itch
Does A Squirrel
Know It's A Squirrel?
***
First of All:
Why Would That
Be My Name?
I Like It,
But It's
Ridiculous,
Random.
Characterized
By Bias That's
Required For
Words to Have
Any
Meaning
At
All.
***
Does Your Experience Convey
Enough
To Hear What I Say?
***
Their Greatest Fault
Is Nobody's Fault.
***
Now...
Skitter Away.
-Gray Squirrel
09-17-2024
There’s a quiet time known as dusk
as the orbs of heaven pass
When departs from forest’s clearing
a pixie of a lass
A partner to the sandman
on babes she sprinkles dust
Though the sandman gets the credit
the pixie’s his brain-trust
First of all she ascertains
if an infant’s sleeping
Then softly through the nursery
to the crib she’s creeping
Preparing babies for her partner
with his iconic bag of sand
The enchanted dust this pixie sprinkles
wings infants' souls to fairyland
First of all some people believe anxiety doesn’t exist
It exists
I have it
I feel it
I experience it
I live with it
It’s a creepy date, we meet at the same time and I want it go away
It’s a bully messaging me seeing how I’m doing after they bullied me
It starts at the throat and works it way down to the pit of my stomach
I want to cry but I can’t because anxiety doesn’t make u cry, it makes a person sick
Physically sick
Mentally sick
The worst part of it all is that people just watch the uncomfortableness unfold in front of them
Anxiety
Of all the things upon this earth
I’d never want to be a horse
‘Cos first of all, how DO they sleep
when standing on their hooves, of course
Another creature I would shun
is lazy, smelly, weighs a ton
Flies buzz an inch from her dull eyes
You guessed a cow? ~ ‘twas no surprise
And finally, to top things off
I never want to be a chimp
I need respect, I’m not a clown
na-NA, na-NA, na-NA na-Na
So, if you smile when I sit down ~
I’ll turn my wrong end upside down
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
AI
First of All:
It has the Wrong Name.
Artificial Means
Not Real.
Doesn't it?
So that's Wrong,
Right Away.
Isn't It?
I Mean:
Real Means
You DO Exist.
"Not"
Means...
Oh... OUCH.
*** unexplainable thinking dotsos ***
NAH, just playin'.
It's OK.
*** Later ***
"Synthetic," Then.
Sure. Right.
Progress.
-Gray Squirrel
06-10-24
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