RETRIBUTION’S TIME AGAIN
A change is coming;
Injustice will be leaving:
We will be voting:-
It’s now time for us:
Emancipation over
Evil oppression:-
Many died for voting rights:
Let us keep justice alive.
Time now for a peaceful civil engagement,
Guaranteeing peacefully won equality.
You can not buy back emancipation;
But votes can win its restoration
Without a tooth for a tooth,
Nor an eye for an eye:-
FERTILIZING DROPS
Coming wetness falls;
Guaranteeing Mother Earth's
Terrestrial births:-
GRANTED, GARGANTUAN GOURDS
GRACE GARGANTUAN EGOS.
THEY GRACIOUSLY AND GRADUALLY
GRAVITATE, (THROUGH GRAVITY),
TO GIANT GROUND BASED GARAGES.
GUARANTEEING THAT GREAT BIG,
GIANT, GARGANTUAN GOURDS,
GETS GOOD GROUND ROOTS
GROWTH POTENTIAL...GRADUALLY!
LISTEN TO THE WIND
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Listen to the wind murmur. Can you hear it
gently stirring yesterday’s dust motes,
kissing everyone's cheek with forgotten warmth,
painting hues of hope into the bleeding blue?
Listen to the wind sing. Can you hear it
creating a soft melody from rustling leaves,
whispering promises etched into tree bark,
grounding us in the breath we share equitably?
Listen to the wind mumble. Can you hear it
bowing giant oaks, tickling forest’s green expanse,
ruffling the mouse’s coat as well as the king’s gold crown,
leveling an equal, impartial hand to all?
Listen to the wind whisper. Can you hear it
raising up paper cranes and giving them flight,
carrying one’s dreams on its placid breezes,
guaranteeing nothing, yet everything.
Listen to the wind moan. Can you hear it
lifting silent prayers, light as dandelion fluff,
bidding us pause as life’s burdens dissolve?
They're everywhere now...
When lights dim in the corners of society
They swarm like cock roaches on a filthy countertop...
Strutting about the stage in their crystal, ego bubbles.
Telling us what to eat- what to wear- how to think.
Even though they're sloppy, unhappy, and quite obese.
They tell us how to pursue peace
(when peace is already here) ...
They even tell us how to walk and breathe.
Guaranteeing great wealth and a healthy mind
if you follow their step by deceptive steps...
If you'd just take a sip from their magic potion of B.S.
The truth is that the only way they've "made it"
was from the blood of our lack of confidence.
From the flesh of our insecurities.
The truth of the matter is most of them think
they've sprouted wings and can hover above the sea.
They think they can upstage and outshine Jesus...
I could care less if I ever hear from them again.
I'm much better off without them.
Demon comes with smiles
Very carefully veiled wiles
Prod another to take the fall
A Victim through it all
Demon guise as a mother
Looking for another to smother
A wife a husbands fall foretell
She will see everyone burn in hell
Demon deception of caring
All the while souls seering
Malicious word of mouth ensue
But the truth you will eschew
Demon conniving and stealing
Envy and greed guaranteeing
Long fingers to secretly grasp
Play innocent your mask
Demon dutchman kind
We know and see your mind
Common trash from the ash
For truth you are no match
November 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 23-24
Key Verse – Luke 23:2 … He himself is Christ a King.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING OUR KING
Praise be to God for being our King Who is the:
Good Shepherd, grooming our sanctification
Great Saviour, guaranteeing our security
Governing Standard, grieving over our sins
Gracious Satisfier, girding our sufficiency
Gearing Sender, guarding our stature
Generous Supplier, giving our sustenance
Guiding Scriptures, grasping our supplication
Granting Source, generating our service
Luke 23:43 Praise be to the Lord for promising us
eternal paradise of:
Jubilant saints with His justification
Joyous stewards along His justice
Joyful sowers midst His jurisdiction
Jovial soldiers by His judgment
Jeweled servants for His job
Luke 24:27 Praise be to the Saviour
for expounding unto us the Scriptures of:
Holy instructions for eternal hoisting
Helpful impact for enduring happiness
Heavenly influence against haughtiness
Hopeful impartation of everlasting honour
Healthy illumination midst ecstatic heartfulness. Amen!
November 2, 2024
Money and mundane mammon have been our constant comfort.
Elegance and embellishments have been our companions.
Towards luxuries was the focus of all our efforts.
As though atheists, do we care for saintly opinions?
Attachment is clutching us in its crude crocodile hold.
Though, in truth, like parrot emeralds, aren’t we in gold cages?
We want to sing aloud and fly around, but we’re controlled.
It seems as though our enslavement will last for endless ages.
Shouldn’t our souls gain freedom and attain eternal bliss?
Shouldn’t our beings integrate with the Supreme Being?
Contemplation and good deeds could we, hence, afford to miss?
Could our eyes ever sleep without his hope guaranteeing?
From unconsciousness to consciousness, our souls should advance.
Isn’t our existence here on earth a mere transhumance?
I, the blue-eyed, bright haired reprobate,
A product of the nanny state,
raised on free-to-air TV
and value cans of rice pudding,
lament the current climate
on a tiresome bus ride home,
glasses fogged from temperature change and
watch the world flit idly by.
Thoughts of evening news linger inside,
despair and poverty,
people just like me,
like old, rotten cladding,
crumbling under social pressure.
Us nanny state kids,
council-estate bred
with ideas above our stations,
are a damp squib on far right projections
of lazy people addled with benefits,
mass-producing offspring
in our small council-owned factory homes.
The future of this Divided Nation
lies in the hands, hearts and minds
of breadline babies and charity children.
It lies with the people
who traverse dangerous waters
in plastic boats, entrusting
their lives to the ocean
instead of guaranteeing their demise
on unstable land.
The nanny state has a habit
of mollycoddling, smothering
its most vulnerable with
all the extra support they need
to make their short time
on this sodden planet
just
a
little
more
bearable.
oftentimes not the matter of everyone's general well-being
one fifth oxygen in earth's atmosphere enables human breathing
olfactory nerves sensing chemical changes defined as smelling
retina's reaction to incoming photons results in seeing
neural oscillation means brain's involved in the process of thinking
needing proximity and caring deeply about is called loving
solicited or not, thoughts soon begin cascading and require freeing
no matter how solid, there are no words totally guaranteeing
only for rather short time are we all capable of agreeing
so many complex elements required to allow humans' being
as we adapt and grow, the DNA within our brains does a quid pro quo
within process of knowing more, the more we shall learn there is to know
tripping and stumbling on through the ages, we humans have seldom thought so
easier than seems
getting lost within our dreams
is this what it means
to exist on this planet
bit more conscious than granite
the fear of being
where there's no guaranteeing
things we're believing
like the gods in the heavens
evil is caused by devils
amid the chaos
hold tight what is dear to most
entertain old ghosts
quickly choosing not to see
all that is or soon will be
completely reject
our universal connect
base human concept
fabricate different course
deny coming from the source
bound to each other
'til being pulled asunder
by the next number
just cosmic dust in the sky
we exist until we die
children of the stars
sometimes forget what we are
have evolved this far
unthinking spin through cosmos
truth turning into pathos
With love comes peace
Bringing a prevailing sense of serenity
With love comes soundness
A voice from within guaranteeing your safety
With love comes admiration
Those little things touching your soul ever so deeply
With love comes wholesomeness
You can feel the merriment in every inch of your body
With love comes warmth
A welcoming feeling that inquires, ‘Are you ready?’
However, with love comes discomfort
The past wounds, not letting your mind free
With love comes apprehension
Will it end tomorrow or last for an eternity?
With love comes fear
Is it finding home? Or is it just another refugee?
With love comes disappointment
When your longings and expectations are shattered repeatedly
With love comes rage
Warning yourself to hold back; all to guard your sanity
With love comes risk
You might lose yourself again or get to live your fantasy
Love comes as a bunch of tangled wires
Now, the question is, who’s worth untangling them for?
For many seasons I have sheltered here
In safety behind these walls
From lyrical youthful days of spring
to banshee like winter's squall
Golden harvested days with a nip
My favorite of them all
In the dead of winter born to this place
Summer an alien world
The month of July a gauntlet
A course to be abhored
The stark beauty of a winters day trees
black silhouetted against sky
A fire to stay warm easily done
Escape heat I'd see you try
Even if we strode around naked
There is just more to cook to a turn
Convectional winds superheated
Solar rays guaranteeing to burn
Within these walls where I reside
of flesh and scaffold of bone
I would happily abide with winter,spring,fall
and leave old Summer alone
The light is at the tunnels end
the weather channel predicts
The dog days arriving well before time
No more this year summer sics
I'll eat popcicles whenever I want to
Shower ten times a day
Do whatever to ride out this heatwave
and let summer have its way
Shhh! be quiet, don't say a word,
Don't think aloud in case you're overheard,
By others passing by
An alien or a foreign spy,
Who is out to catch you,
So be mindful of what you do.
If you keep your opinions to yourself
Guaranteeing better health
And the peace of mind
Of a different kind.
Once again, we feel the suffering, as war spreads
Its poison, to kill and overtake.
While much of the world seeks to separate,
From an aggressor seeking unity through heartache.
The two combatants couldn't be further apart,
When it comes to beliefs & independence to be.
All but guaranteeing a long and bloody conflict,
Where neither really wins, it's just a tragedy.
If modern history has taught us anything, it's that
Regardless of size or armament, the bigger can often fall.
Hence this fact should weigh heavily on those,
Contemplating any attacks against the small.
This reasoning is often validated by the reality, that
The conflict really is about the need for resources.
And that the many battles to be fought, tend to
Be reinforced by those mighty air forces.
Yet we've seen the battlefields change dramatically,
From the ground and skies, to economics & dollars involved.
Where both bullets and bankruptcies can defeat the most
Powerful, leaving the vanquished weakened and dissolved.
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