Imagine those in a higher position believe they are seeing
Imagine those with much money pretending they are with Lord Yeshua
Money or God not the same master
You Must chose Lord Yeshua/Jesus or Money
The wealth of this world is nothing in God's sight it is less then nothing
Watchmen are Elect chosen to blow the trumpets and warn the family who are being lead astray by Satan who is a lover of Money not of God who is Jesus/Yeshua our Lord of Hosts who is moving fast
Imagine being so blinded by your false god money that is nothing and cannot speak over Jesus/Yeshua who is the only true God of all
Imagine King of Kings riding on the clouds are you ready are you keeping watch for him as the Elect have been doing? or have you fallen asleep by the comforts money has got you?
Wake up the trumpet is sounding our Lord Yeshua is returning aka Jesus Christ the creator is coming back to make his home with us. get ready warn them all not much time yet.
He is coming back to avenge his people and take his watchmen aka the Elect home with him.
In cavernous Swiss bank vaults
Slavery, is a word filed under anecdotes as valued as gold caught
By some inbred morons I’m told
To be resuscitated, wasn’t evil then
Elated? There was power to be
Used, unabated they put leaders; into
State shoes, ‘no matter if they chafed em’ paid for like goods
To lead, astray whole nations
Unto tangled brambles of fanciful
Climate alarmist notions, sickness was their remedy
In fact; they even introduced the maladies!
With them it’s all just theatre and hype; they have a
Consistency like tripe. Just a body of
Flatulence…..Craving much
Opulence, descendants of nazis
With all that old nonsense if you
Just tease, the narrative of disasters, you’ll find they
Are fully plastered; zonked out on toxins
Remote of awareness, default locked
Of cognition' lacking, no empathy;
Just histrionics; is all I see is big
Plans they sure thunk-em, yet
‘Twas. ‘All the bunkum that sunk em.’
©Joe Maverick 4-12-2025
Ownership
will lead astray
the joy
of appreciation
And harbor
that best title free
in lost
depreciation
To claim its structure
not its form
resettled
on your shelf
With grand command
through sleight of hand
to only fool
— yourself
(Walk & Write: October, 2025)
In shadows cast, where darkness thrives,
A figure lurks, with malevolent eyes.
The Devil, whispered in tales of old,
A symbol of temptations manifold.
Cloaked in deceit, with a cunning grin,
A mastermind of chaos from within.
In folklore spun and scriptures penned,
The embodiment of sins, some contend.
A rebel angel, once adorned with light,
Now dwelling in the realms of night.
With whispers sly and fiery schemes,
The Devil haunts our mortal dreams.
Yet, in the depths of this abyss,
Reflections of our darker bliss.
A mirror to our flaws and fears,
The Devil's guise, a warning near.
A choice defined by each soul's sway,
To resist temptation or lead astray.
In verses dark and tales untold,
The Devil's myth, a story unfolds.
In the land where Ganges and Yamuna embrace,
MahaKumbh Mela calls with celestial grace,
A dip in waters where the sacred currents blend,
Promises cleansing of sins and a soul's ascend.
Millions gather, faith guiding their quest,
Seeking salvation and eternal rest,
Yet, amidst the crowd and holy cheer,
I seek a quieter path to draw near.
Through Zen’s stillness and Buddha's way,
Renouncing desires that lead astray,
Lust, greed, and worldly ties unfasten,
The soul's journey to Nirvana may hasten.
Or by walking the Samaritan's road,
Bearing love’s gentle, selfless load,
Serving the needy, tending the frail,
Seeing the Divine where pain prevails.
For Nirvana is not bound by place or rite,
It is the soul’s transcendence to eternal light,
Where suffering ends and desires cease,
Enlightenment dawns with infinite peace.
Teach us to be humble
For we often lose our way
In life we often stumble
O’er paths that lead astray
Teach us to be humble
When we do not see eye to eye
With others we often grumble
And make each other cry
Teach us to be humble
When words we fail to speak
In life we often fumble
Throw our weight on those who are weak
Teach us to be humble
Before the great Yahweh
Our stiff knees before Him must crumble
For He is life’s gateway
Unconditional Love is free,
To give an opinion,
To forgive,
To seek to understand,
To be a sounding board,
To bring hope,
To commend,
To bring laughter,
To spread joy,
To show kindness,
To sit in silence,
To walk alongside,
To pave the way.
It is not free to demand,
To coerce,
To expect,,
To only say yes,
To gossip,
To snap back,
To go against its nature,
To give false hope,
To make light of a situation,
To lead astray,
To be unkind,
To give up,
To give in to unreasonable requests,
To make it about itself,
To put time limits.
"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
I let him go away
choice amidst divine ray
never causing delay
but bringing blessings' tray
as heart decides to stay
abiding in God's way.
I let such go away
chance for future great yea
yet asserting loud nay
while earnest soul did pray
for blest favor each day...
now, "thanks, Lord" I say.
I let it go away
claim toward stardom quay
devoid of regrets' prey
as faith fought carnal clay
with love and mercies' pay
upon Christ's triumph today.
I let them go away
cause those would lead astray
neither white, black; but gray...
at present, I'm okay
victorious, come what may
with Saviour's grace-display.
*Proverbs 16:9 A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.
May 3, 2023
Edited on July 11, 2023
1st place, "To The One I Lost" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 8/16/2023
The silent soul
who sullenly
seeps within
the sentimental
seas of solitude.
Always lead astray
by every
passing day.
Just to remain
amongst the stars.
Striding through
time’s strangled streams
of faintly
faded dreams.
Embedded beneath
the once blue
eyed beams of an
embittered beauty.
So easily are we lead astray
From truth that's been revealed
The Fall hath made us vulnerable
To follow that which kills
And not just follow but adore
So great our blindness is
As trinkets treat we 'ternal Truth
And in truth seek ignorance
And ignorance, our mighty shield
Deploy we through the day
And then we count it great success
To 'ave kept the Lord at bay
But worry not the Word's afoot
Alone He'll leave us never
If little drips awake us not
Then He'll unleash a river
And in the chaos that ensues
When we are gripped in fear
The Lord awaits to welcome us
And draw us ever near
Religion becoming meaningless
when propriety goes away
Nothing to sit atop the lies
nothing to lead astray
Claiming the title to prophecies spun
each figurehead stands tall
To augment the legend of what never was
—as Divinity still calls
(The New Room: January, 2023)
What I did was not at all smart
Lead astray by my foolish heart
It cost me my wife
The love of my life
Now the dam car won't even start
are things I should say
so to God do have to pray
bring peace to each day
(remove all dismay)
(all my bills please pay)
(never lead astray)
(with you want to play)
(destroy disarray)
(take two steps you may)
(happiness display)
(see you in Santa Fe)
(help me find ring in hay)
(heard squawking blue jay)
(of hope send a ray)
(with me always stay)
(show me the right way)
As flowers fill with summer rain
Commuters board their rush hour train
Oblivious to all they see
They must get home in time for tea
Reflecting on their busy day
Decisions seldom go their way
The simple things that mean a lot
Just too busy – Now forgot
Magic times remain unseen
Now blinded by their dull routine
Tomorrows dreams stay in the past
Time flies by - the moments passed
It’s easy to be lead astray
But every dog will have his day
The thoughts inside – Just Cant let go
So don’t let on - no-one will know
All heading for another place
They hide behind a dead pan face
Afraid their plans have gone astray
They must survive another day
Don’t bother with a crystal ball
You have the power to recall
We each determine our own fate
So take control – Don’t sit and wait
Why stand in line and wait your turn
Just cut the ropes and watch them burn
Feelings that we all suppress
You never know – Perhaps they’ve guessed
The sands of time will ebb and flow
The tree that grows will always show
The promise of a future dawn
On platform nine you stand and yawn.
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