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Leftism’s predatory,
they seek out kids in school,
both their minds and their bodies,
with actions bleak and cruel.
Now most teachers are lefties,
overwhelmingly female,
public school sex abuse rates
make even the priests quail.
A month cannot go by
without seeing in the news,
some teacher banging a teen,
another youth abused,
female teachers choosing
naïve boys for their fun…
yet no one seems to much care,
slap the wrist, and it’s done.
Worse still is what they teach,
their politics of hurt,
gay **** in libraries
for six year olds…perverse!
An the endless cases
of telling kids they’re ‘trans,’
spreading this confusion,
another young life damned.
Preaching that their country
is somehow all evil,
because their sick agendas
are still not yet fulfilled,
forgetting all our freedoms,
our striving to be more,
freeing slaves, women’s rights,
we’re running up the score!
Yet they simply ignore that,
teach kids to think by ‘race,’
setting up future conflict,
reproducing the hate.
Acting like scorned crazies
when we tell they can’t
talk of their sex life to kids,
while we all understand
that they’re not really teachers,
their agit-prop monsters,
people, home-school your children,
safe from such predators.
Let my offender have full remorse
as he watches
his own daughter grow.
Let her never know
what he did to me.
Let sorrow
pierce his heart like an arrow.
Let the Lord soothe the wound
and chasten him with the scar.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let his heart be humble
to learn the fullness of
a father's love.
Lord, lift his sin burden
like a raven in flight,
then let a dove descend.
Let him protect his daughter
from the man he once was.
Let him not live in fear
of her violation
by his or another's hands.
Let her purity be preserved.
Let his wickedness
be ravished
by mercy and truth.*
Let his heart not regard
the sins of his youth.*
Let him receive forgiveness plenty,
just as God, for Christ's sake
has forgiven me,*
and I reap the blessings.
Let him be blessed, too.*
Let innocence be restored,
and let us esteem
the name of the Lord.
Let my offender praise purity
and be a passionate advocate
for the vulnerable and abused.
Let his wife be blessed
by his new life.
If he chooses to confess,
let her forgive
and have a heart of
compassion and trust,
discarding anger and disgust.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let the cycle of sin discontinue.
Let their intimacy be
exceedingly better than
what he sought wrongfully.
Let him wonder
how the offended was affected.
Let him pray that she will fully forgive,
not harboring any hint of bitterness.
Give him peace, knowing
that by God's grace,
their wounds will heal.*
*Proverbs 6:6
By mercy and truth iniquity is purged:
and by the fear of the Lord men depart from evil.
*Psalm 25:7
Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O LORD.
*Ephesians 4:32
32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
*Luke 6:28
Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.
*Psalm 147:3
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
12/7/19
Don't be sad I"m gonna try
To wipe away tears from your eyes
That are falling down so fast
I'll help you forget the past
That's been haunting you so much
Helping hands will softly touch
You in a warm hug of love
That will take you high above
All the sorrow you have known
That has tortured you and grown
Into a dark cloud of gloom
All you feel is the doom
Of your history so long
I am gonna take the wrong
Making it right so you are free
From the painful misery
Others have cast upon you
I promise to help you through
Slowly earning back the trust
You tucked away cause its just
Been abused for many years
Locked inside from all the fears
It will finally break for good
If just one more person should
Tear it apart, leaving you
More hurtful, broken, and so blue
It won't be replaced again
I'm telling you as a friend
There will never be a day
I ever throw your trust away
It will be safe forever more
If you just unlock the door
To your heart so it can see
How true love can really be
Twelve years ago I developed a taste for booze.
I wouldn't have started if I'd known what I'd lose.
When I drank, I abused my wife and my kids as well.
Drinking destroyed my life and now life is pure hell.
I lost my wife, my children and even my career.
Life lost all meaning and it drives me to tears.
I still remember the day when I was fired by my boss.
I hit rock bottom and decided to get off the sauce.
I got help by going to AA.
But I'd already lost everything, I'd seen better days.
When people abuse alcohol, they never win.
I promise that my alcoholic days are at an end.
(This is a fictional poem but reality for some people. If you have a drinking problem, please get help.)
Alright then
It was peace in the valley, a deep harmony of those
who had fled the air of a town´s inequity?
Then there was an avalanche of thoughts which caused confusion
when it settled, a gramophone voice from 1930 sweetly sang
“I love you, yes I do, my darling.”
Back then, singers appeared in suits or long skirts.
Now it is about tight trousers and ****, never mind the song.
female singer elicit sympathy telling of an abused childhood
The men, do tell, of poverty before they made it to fame.
Tomorrow the peace will be broken by shooting, hunters
will fill the valley and bath it with blood lust.
The avalanche has blocked the road where we used to bath
I accept that and find a puddle to wade in.
should I get tired can find a folding chair
and play my turntable and hum along with the old tunes.
She spoke about Love as though it were a ghost
that haunted Her heart, a gobblin of garrulous grind & grime,
a spector of weakness that if caught
in the peryphery of One's soul would intensify
as a headache storm swells inexorably into the daytime,
a terror of exposure to vulnerability wrapped
in the voice of a violin chasing a child,
if confronted, it would vanish in the blood of imagination,
oddly, She gave Love to others like a lesson of learned loss,
She couldn't help to care,
wouldn't surrender to it,
but couldn't deny Love to those who believed in it,
a painful condition of starvation for sentient salvation,
an Angel of abused afterthoughts,
I wonder now if She knows
that Love is the metal of Her armor -
J.A.B.
A silent scream inside you hear, but no one is around. A voice that is calling you, but no one can be found. A future that looks bright inside, one that you now can see. One that used to be so grim to you, has finally been set free. The escape was hard, it felt impossible, it almost could not be done. However when you have that help, any battle it can be won. Things get hard when you try, so you might have to step that extra step or two. For when the battle is so hard, thats when then the victory is so true. The hardships will pass, the pain will subside, the hurt will eventually step aside. The happiness will then fill the void, a smile will come in full stride.
Your heart will be complete again, you no longer will be incomplete.
For the battle you did win, your heart can not be beat. Sincerely Josh Vanham , Tuesday Mar.14/17 5:43pm
27 November 07 8:15 am
Why do people love violence and evil?
Why is revenge considered sweet?
A child unknowing and innocent is laid at the saviors feet.
Its little body abused and beaten its little bones
are broken packed in a box and in a dumpster thrown
its little life gone its body left cold
Its name forgotten and its story left untold.
The man that fell beside the road dead from alcohol abuse.
Lost every thing he had and everything there was to loose
as people either ignored him there or pointed at him and laughed
His life disappearing as quickly on they passed.
A young mother who’s left with her child and the dad is nowhere about
and shamed parents who selfishly threw them out.
Cost of living growing higher and her with no skills
turns to the streets for work so her pimp can get his pills.
A family torn apart
by mistakes and broken hearts,
cries out to our heavenly father
As lawyers push them ever harder
Mourn oh hearts ache and cry
but don’t ever again question why,
when you yourself can help someone in any little way.
With just a little of your time or a little of your pay.
Share what you have, use the grace you’ve been given
only you can give the life you’ve been given.
Those that love their life shall lose it and those that give their life shall gain it.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Form:
On your walls hang all these degrees
First thing everybody sees
Hanging on the wall so proud
Quietly hanging there so loud
Look at me
This is what I be
Chin held up with pride
In for such a ride
Look at me
I'm something to see
But the truth be known
From all the evidence shown
Doesn't make you a hero
They mean less than zero
Hanging on your wall
They have no value at all
It's how they are used
Not Abused
Used to help another
When life starts to smother
For the betterment of someone other than you
My words are true
Use them for good
That this be understood
Use them for self gain
Their just a stain
Of no value at all
Just words hanging on your wall
He gasped for breath under the brutal feet.... George Floyd, the black man at Minneapolis, a hapless victim of color prejudice. One more in the list... maligned for centuries, casting dark shadows in the dim light of apartheid, assault and abomination !
Our world is now fractioned and fragmented into a million pieces, unable to be welded, pulverizing the rock of ‘Fraternity’…the holy symbol of the divine design- a common thread connecting one and all. ….the black and the white, the Occident and the Orient.
Alas! Humanity stays at daggers drawn, intimidating and pouncing on one another. Language is split into an incomprehensible prattle and blather of the Babel tower. In a world of symmetrical proportions, differences have multiplied in astronomical dimensions. Many are forged in the crucibles of difference in a nasty cult of exclusion and repression. Many have been trapped, bullied and abused, living in constant hurt and insult,feeling inept and incompetent with life turning into a nightmare, to live and live through
Color of the skin may differ, appearance and looks may vary....yet each one of us is uniquely magnificent! As different colors in a palette in an artist’s hand well blended would create a rainbow resplendent, a heaven could be created through unity!
Aren’t we, the beautiful handiwork of God? Why discriminate man from man?
Release the shackles of the oppressed… lift the shroud of their harrowing despair to ablaze hope and to envision a brighter future
Mighty sun, shed light
Dispel darkness from our path
Bring in a new dawn!
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