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Connecting the dots part seven Q and A

Q:  What's Paul telling the breathern in 2 Thessalonians 2:1 when he refers to the:
      coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together to meet Him?

A:  The coming of our Lord Jesus Christ=the rapture of the church and our gathering
      together

LAWLESS LAW'S

Laws of Motion

First law:  An object at rest will stay there wondering how it got there while the object in motion will wander wondering how do I get there.

Second Law:  Force will often cause the objects in the first law to negotiate a truce.

Third Law:  For every action there is an inaction

The Lawless Tide

The lawless tide sweeps in at night,
Silent beneath the dark velvet sky,
Tears that glisten, soft and bright,
Fall where the broken lie.

Seeking truth, it wanders far,
A beacon through the shrouded dark,
No flame, no lantern, nor a star,
But hope, a fleeting spark.

One life to give, a single thread,
Woven tight in fate's cruel loom,
To rise, to fall, to

John Lawless Has Me Thinking Again

  If a problem disappears, is its solution still viewed in arrears


     
              Please reference John Lawless' Monoku, 
               'A Problem's Problem,' Sept.

LAWLESS

Not written for a contest but based on the wit and out of the box chutzpa of a ballsy poet. If Shakespeare shakes his finger at me for breaking Sonnet rules, I will tell him I am a Lawless one, and a quill like John's is in my bag of tools.


One Soup poet is a

Lawless Sonnet on Whispers of Autumn

      Whispers of Autumn : August to welcome.
      with cloudless cerulean sky to shine.
      Luster of Autumn is bliss of season.
      Amazing amiable ambience.

     Environ to enchant on excellence.
  

Lawless Land

dreams …

diaphanous …
mysteries of the mind
that will never find an answer
fluid and dynamic
beyond our affect or sense …
personally,
I remember only a couple from my childhood
rather nondescript …
and early adulthood was par -
mostly confused jargon
fueled by hormones
hopes … regret … frustration
lots of frustration dreams -
an intense hindrance
where life and death depended on
my doing something that I
just

On John Lawless' Sonnets

Behind a customary pen that bites
    its victims, left to bleed
  in alleys dark, lurks a 
    denizen of forest nights ~
    his sonnets' radiance, purest white

Conflict Or Consensus Model - My Life

Fieldwork is stellar, sexy, or strenuous and sad
Talking values, prolonging childhood
Is not for the faint hearted among S. Africa's "Coloured"
My "township" boasts about acting backward
Using walls for urination, or there on streets
Many walk all day long with beer in hand (never discreet)
We reward bad for good; kindness is meekness minus Jesus (equals: simple weakness)
Abusing drugs,

Lawless

A law-abiding citizen is
One who keeps the law.
There are many of them,
Of this, I am sure.

Sadly there are others,
Who live a life of crime,
Conning and conniving,
And never serving time.

Why does this happen?
How does this come about?
Law-abiding people,
Find it hard to work out.

People in high places,
Often get off scot-free,
Why are there no rules for them,
But strict

The Art of Writing Poo-Etry For John Lawless

The art of writing pooetry for John lawless

I never know when I’ll write poo-etry
So I keep a pen and paper with me
If inspired when I sit on the loo
Toilet roll can prove so handy too!

My writing it looks like a spider 
who’s drunk on strong apple cider
I may strain when I use a long word
Oh

Those Days of Lawless Law

The eyes are the same, we stared across the pub floor.
So many years have gone by since the days of lawless law.

We saw the real thing. We saw the real man.
The stench in the air, young death on the land.

I still hear you cry, I still hear you beg.
For me to finish your life because

Lawless Manners

We need new sheriffs whom will uphold law properly 
taking these monkey's into account for their corrupt action
and addressing facts on these cowboy's 
that are held by public opinion as gangsters in uniform

Lawbreakers bring them down a peg or two and show them inside a cell 
this is how the taxpayers look at swindlers and

The Lawless Girl

She is a mob
looting my sleep
rioting through 
the alleys and lanes of  
my blissful solitude

She is thieves 
a thousand strong
who burglarize 
my dreams 
until the reprieve
of a restless dawn

Kidnapper of 
contented hours
who demands 
no ransom
but highjacks 
every unsuspecting thought
with impunity

She is arson
my undisturbed peace 
days unclouded by desire
now shrouded 
in smoke 
incandescent 
in a

Lawless One

He was a perfect and glorious being
One who followed his Father
But it all changed 
When he wanted to be like him…

...But doesn’t everyone want to be like their parent…

He didn’t want
To be a servant to his Father

He was beautiful and magestic,
An angel in full glory
He was cloaked in the mystical clothes of the divine
And he

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