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Vargas Vega Naga



                      In the heart of the forgotten place,
whispers an echo in the twilight  and the haze,
earns the legend of Vargas Vega Naga,
the serpent of wisdom, its mystical embrace.

Scales of emerald shimmer under moonlight '
everence.
A solitary creature, wise as patience 
and ancient as the night.
Its venom, a potent elixir of secrets,
flowing through veins that sigh in decadence cadence. 
A smoke that fills it's line.
In inherent repose, tells tales, 
signs language to the ears, the nose, the eyes in vivid magics stirring of the blood 
that covers sins and of the price.

As the sun paints the horizon in King Crimson and Eldorado Gold.
Vargas Vega Naga begins its wistful dance.
Coiling with grace, weaving dreams untold,
awakening spirits in a spirited trance 
that channels the soul's Thunderbird 
giving wing, entrance, for the Eternal Chance.

Through eyes like windows to eternity,
the serpent beholds the yearnings of souls.
A conduit between realms of reality,
a guide on the path where the heart unfolds.

Oh, seeker of truth, enchantments await,
in the realm of Vargas Vega Naga's domain,
imbibe the elixir, let it resonate.
Be forever transformed by its arcane_implicate.

Amidst the whispers of twilight's embrace,
in the heart of a forgotten village's lore,
Vargas Vega Naga's wisdom finds its rightful place, 
in constellat bow before Christ, The Lord.
Taking it's place next to the four living creatures at his throne.
A witness and harbinger, stormbringer 
at the Ancient ones feet, on his Jasper floor.
Evoking emotions as Universal Sentinel, 
stirring souls thunderings and heroic imaginations
evermore.
Form: Ballad


We've got water to walk on

A storm is brewing
It's coming to a head.
all of society is in danger 
but by the Spirit we will be led
the blustering winds of bigotry are fierce 
causing racial isolation
the hurricanes of hate are howling 
causing economic desolation
the impact will be monumental 
affecting everyone at hand
the tornadoes of Injustice are swirling 
but on the promises of God we will stand.
we've got water to walk on 
in every aspect of our lives
but we need to not be doubtful
like Peter was before Christ
we've got water to walk on
we just need to comprehend 
that Jesus will catch us 
and lift us up again and again

the Divine authority of Jesus 
is the incarnate word 
and it matters not from any man 
what you have heard 
the Holy Communion, the holistic Resurrection 
and the re-emergence of our Lord Christ 
has given us the means 
to walk on the raging waters of life

the boat depicted despair and our emotions
the Disciples where the church 
full of believers and devotion 
yet the sea was the revelation and the resolution
and Jesus walking on that water was the divine conclusion

so be not afeard as you walk on the waters of life
be of good courage in the midst of your strife.
just never be afraid of an unknown destiny 
when you have a known God assuring you the victory
so get out of the boat and do not allow others 
to hold you back. 
Get out of your comfort zone, move towards Jesus, 
just stay on track 
and don't let the silence nor the advice
of so-called friends
stop you from obeying the instructions 
that to you, God did send

have no doubts and be confident 
of your faith in the Lord God 
have total trust in Him 
from the depths of your heart 
so don't hesitate, don't be skeptical 
as the turbulent waters of life will always appear 
and yes, you can walk on it 
if you possess a spirit of no fear
yes, many storms will come 
at any given point in your life 
but you've got water to walk on 
when you obey with courage
and trust in Christ

Premium Member Cleansed

Scripture reference: Matthew 8:1-4

CLEANSED

See Jesus descending from the mountain.
They were waiting - the large crowd.
Eyes on him, they followed him.
Right away -
a leper kneels before Christ.

If you are willing…I am willing

You can make me clean…Be made clean

Immediately 
the leper was cleansed…Don’t tell anyone
Go…show yourself to the priest…

Show and tell, that’s our game -
mostly for our own fame.
Can we just accept
the Jesus gift?

The one they need,
spurred on by hearing,
by believing, by tongue-confession,
will they seek       or
walk away?

When being handed gifts of bread and fish,
healings and sweet talk, or hanging with
the gang - all is good, but
God will separate the chaff from the wheat.

A large crowd followed, but
how many are left
to receive the gift
of eternal life
in Christ Jesus?

If we are willing, we will receive the whole word,
the living word, God’s word - the one that birthed
the human race, and not erase
the word we don’t agree with.

Be cleansed…are we willing?

12/30/2022
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Imprison Every Thought In Obedience

Take time in due consideration
of all that fills your mind
to look intently inside that matter
fully looking for much there to find

Live by high and lofty principles
bowing to God's perfect holy will
bringing everything before Christ alone
submit in reverence stand forever still

Make your standard equally God like
be as Jesus was here on earth
holding forth scriptural truth to the letter
displaying fruit born from new birth

Take every thought under Christ's word
make sure your obedience truly in line
with that divine inerrant eternal truth
holding it captive to God's ink filled sign

So imprison your every thought
capture it under the sovereign hand
righteous it must be altogether
make it pleasing for heaven's land

('Take every thought captive to obey Christ' 2 Corinthians 10: 5b)
Form: Rhyme

Keeping Eye’s on Christ

To my children think about Jesus, do it every single day. 
Don’t just read about him, do the things the bible say. 
The Bible is God’s truth, and you will not be deceived. 
The only thing he asks of us, is simply to believe. 
There is nothing, great or small, that our God can’t do. 
He can cause any miracle; but belief is required of you. 
Remember this about a pastor, they’re just a woman or man. 
They read the bible as we do, many things they don’t understand. 
Don’t elevate them because of the tittle or anything they do.. 
God is your heavenly Father, and he will speak to and guide you. We’re trusting more in men, and just accepting what they say. 
When we should seek Jesus ourselves, and he’ll show us the way. 
Just say, Jesus, my Lord, help me, because I do not have a clue. 
I believe you died at the cross, for something I could not do. 
Now I  live a life of righteousness thru You every day. 
And follow in your footsteps, because you know the way. 
You are the way, truth, and light, will you please speak to me. 
I need you, Lord, to open my mind, then the truth I’ll see. 
All whom God used before Christ, had each something wrong. 
They all fell short of the Father’s plan, only our Jesus stayed strong. 
Again, the church has become a market place, selling all things. 
When our commission was to spread Good News, about our King. 
Lord, the church teaches, business running, and make concerts too. 
None of those things will help my children to better know you. 
Please open their minds so they may understand.
Turn their hearts away from money worship of man.
Put real believers around them for the rest of their life
So they will understand the importance of keep their eyes on Christ!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member In the mystery of the night, when stars sneak stealthily through the branches

In the mystery of the night, when stars sneak stealthily through the branches,
nothing has changed, and the body, that ephemeral vessel, still knows how to weep,
susceptible to pain, like a flower under the burden of cold,
the sky hums its eternal song, and we, prisoners of breath,
with thin skin and blood boiling beneath it, are but shadows
in the eternal dance of time, with bones breaking
under the unforgiving weight of history repeating itself.
Nothing has changed, although the earth seems smaller,
and everything that happens feels close, like a whisper
beyond the wall, and the body still trembles,
as if it always had,
before Rome, before Christ,
the same silent scream, the same echo of suffering,
a symphony of innocence, spanning the ages,
uncomprehended, yet ever-present.
Nothing has changed, only the number of people has grown,
and with them, the offenses, new and old, real and imagined,
but the cry of the body, that visceral response,
remains unchanged, a melody in ancestral tones,
that binds us to our ancestors,
that movement of hands trying to shield the head,
the same gesture, the same falls,
knees rising, skin turning blue,
a dance of pain repeating into eternity.
Nothing has changed, only the boundaries have been redrawn,
the lines of forests, coasts, deserts, and glaciers,
and the soul, that tireless wanderer,
loses and finds itself among them,
a stranger to itself, illusory, often unsure of its own existence,
while the body is, is, and is, without its own place,
a nomad of time, lost between heartbeats
and the whispers of the wind constantly calling it back.
And yet, in this landscape of melancholy and dreaming,
nothing has changed, only we, the dreamers,
lose ourselves in the flow of consciousness, in search of solace
that never comes, just shadows of dreams
intertwining with reality,
while the body remains, ever-present,
a memory of what was and what will be.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Goodbye For Now

I've set free my best, my finest now untamed,
Released her to the wild, to the terrains unnamed,
To you, O vast world, with humility I implore,
With kindness embrace her, she deserves more.

Crucify her not, like the innocent Christ of yore,
Whom you condemned in ignorance and uproar,
For God sent him not out of hatred, but boundless love,
Likewise, I send my sweetest with deep affection from above.

In greater glory than before, Christ with grace,
Returned to the Father's warm, loving embrace,
With love even sweeter, I hope in time and space,
My best will reunite with me, back to her rightful place.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Why U Kry You'Re Already Forgiven

What's in your eye, it doesn't hurt 
The view that your lookin at
Why U Kry

Turn round kiss the scene goodbye, you're already forgiven

What's in your ear, why U tryin ta hear
All those lies, those purple alibies
You close your eyes for the things you done
You remember I'm not your judge or jury
All that I must do is to forgive you
WHY  U  KRY   you're already forgiven

What's in your heart, all this hate
You've chain me up, spit in my face
Took me from my land, changed my name
What's on your mind I've kissed those sins goodbye, you're forgiven
WHY  U  KRY   you're already forgiven

What's in your heart, do you love the girl
Then tell me why do you beat on her
While in the same voice ya say ya luv her
Now revenge not in my heart
How would ya feel bro if all her girlfriends beat yo butt
WHY  U  KRY   you're already forgiven

But honey hush you ain't much
Captured, locked up imprison
How you feel now chump
You remember I'm not your judge or jury
All that I must do is to forgive you
WHY  U  KRY   you're already forgiven

What's in your spirit can the people hear it
You've placed your soul in harm
So while yall' repentin, did I mention
I've all ready forgivin you
WHY  U  KRY   you're already forgiven

 Eyes closed or open
 Ears you hear what you will
 Heart filled with hate
 Mind locked denning it's faith
WHY  U  KRY   you're already forgiven

Turn round kiss the scene goodbye, you're already forgiven
What's on your mind I've kissed those sins goodbye, you're forgiven
You've committed the wrongs above
Not that you stand before Christ
WHY  U  KRY   you're already forgiven
Why U Kry

2/5/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.

Premium Member The Life of Death

THE LIFE OF DEATH

              B                                                                             A
I am undertaker of life                                              I am an administrator
I gut you out like a fish,                                             I teach to you spiritual 
Mortify mortician am I to                                           Pastor, minister guides Prepare me to heaven
Dress you, make you look nice                                  Dress you morally before Christ
In a box                                                                   In our thoughts
Morbid these line may seem                                      Morbid these lines choice process
Most people shall be                                                 Most people shall refuse to confess
Laid lifeless still breathless                                        Laid lifeless still doubting freedoms
Horizontally proposed and purpose                            Horizontally recanting life's values
A last tis just a job a step                                         Just a sinner forgiven : matters?
    A life of death...                                                   Pastor 
                                                                                 A life of death! ! !

04/01/18©2018


The Life of Death - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen

Premium Member Resurrection Sunday

Resurrection Sunday
By Franklin Price
04/12/2020

Resurrection Sunday is when Christians celebrate
The day the stone was rolled away, to give us choice of fate.

Three days before, Christ died for us, on that cross upon the hill.
God sacrificed his only son. He arose, is living still.

Took our sins on dying shoulders, for our evil debts to pay
The Son of God, to save us, died on the cross that day

Nails in both his hands and feet, a spear wound in his side,
Blood flowing from the crown of thorns, that's how our savior died 

We never saw it happen, if we have faith, that's how it went
Then when we die, we'll go to heaven, that's why Jesus Christ was sent

We'll see his face in glory, by God's side is where he's been
Christ paved our way to heaven, to believe in him's to win




Coronavirus Easter Addendum
04/12/2020

This year we should not gather to profess faith for our Lord
To risk exposure to the virus is something we cannot afford

Let us help our God to help us, worship separately today
It's not time to meet our maker, even though we know the way
Form: Couplet

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