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There is no greater love than this,
than that a man would lay down his life
for his friends. Jesus called me friend
long before I ever heard of or knew him.
I suspect if they had to, my mom and dad
would have died for me. They loved me as
indeed, parents should love their children.
The love of my parents and that of my grandmother
is second to none but Christ. In spite of the beating,
the thorns, the spear, the humiliation, and the curse
of the crucifixion, Easter's voice could not be silenced.
Easter speaks and says to me:
LOVE your enemies,
and it's okay to
call them friends
and treat them respectfully.
Remember Jesus and Judas?
FACE and do not flee your destiny.
Be in step with your destiny's timing.
Be quick to FORGIVE unconditionally.
GIVE no less than your very best.
Remember Jesus and Gethsemane?
Regardless of the pain and torture;
Though the cross is too heavy to bear;
and in spite of betrayers and deserters,
FIGHT to the FINISH.
Remember Calvary?
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Romans 5:7, 8
The Tariffs
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called renegades, and the press will tell us they are betrayers of the American way
Yes, we have seen this before in other countries in another time, but the outcome is always more poverty, when the people are subdued and real freedom fighters are shot on the streets or, on the tabernacle of progress, peace bitter peace will ensue until the state collapses into a civil war
Full Metal Clown, I don't know another life/
So I walk around on egg shells, with people thinking I'm crazy/
I live a metal life, with a clown mentality/
So I rock out when I roll, this is my reality/
I continue to rise, I climb the mountain to the top/
I unload my lyrics, just so you can upload/
I took YouTube by storm, my music put hair on your chest/
My picture on YouTube is blue but I'm really not blue/
My metal top notch, so I give you a shipload/
Turn me up loud till your speakers explode/
We are in the day and age of Symphonic Metal/
They are trying to kill the game, and I'm the crucifix,/
The prefix, the suffix, and all in between,/
With a nasty rare swag, but my style Mr. Clean/
I'm probably the only one with this many tattoos/
Who lives a clean, sober, legit life like the purest clown/
They celebrate my music like a festival/
I make dudes shiver, I make women quiver/
I'm unapologetic, I'm not a forgiver/
Be my friend but never hate on me cuz if you hate, you damn yourself/
My life is day to day, looking for that relief/
I'm a proud clown with a rhyme in my swag/
I see death around the corner, I tell him come and play/
If I owe him my life, then the Devil have to pay/
If I really have to pay, it will be in down payments/
Just a little at a time, I'm just trying to make it/
I'm a disobeyer, you a clown portrayer/
No, I'm not Buffy, but I'm a guitar slayer/
To all metal betrayers, I'll turn a popstar into a metal head/
I will hold the game down, in any event/
You other clowns are experimental, you need development/
Your rhyme is sentimental, it's just too gentle/
My flow is full throttle, it's a tough pill to swallow/
No pun intended, this not the Apollo/
Ha, pun is intended, this is not the Apollo/
All you metal heads are just too soft and hollow/
My full metal style got the game in a web/
You just caught up in the middle so put it on my tab/
I am me.
I am not what you perceived.
But
I am me
An African princess.
I am not a slave.
But
I am me.
A daughter of a king.
I am not a victim.
But
I am me.
A victorious survivor.
I don’t fear betrayers.
But
I am me.
A brave heroine.
I don’t listen to haters.
But
I am me.
I am a powerful human being
as a pastoral leader your journey can be prophetic or pathetic in life
either you accept or reject the true mission as a servant of Jesus Christ
if you allow people to pull the strings that can compromise you
you'll be a pathetic leader in everything you attempt to do
you'll be pimped by special interest groups and used by many others
you'll be more of a hindrance than a help to your fellow sisters and brothers
but to be a prophetic pastor in whatever you do or say
you must make the people aware of what is truly God's way
to shake them up, to wake them up and take them out of their comfort zone
to move them beyond the walls of the church
and show them the true power of the heavenly throne
just be careful and cautious of some of those smiling faces around you
the back stabbers and betrayers who want to disgrace and replace you
to be prophetic as a leader on your journey of ministry
go out into the neighborhoods to help the hopeless, homeless and hungry
and then all the power that you'll need will come from the Lord God
an anointing He will give you that will be perfect from the heart
He's anointed you and now appointed you with a disciple's role
It was for no other reason except that to Him you surrendered control
you understood from the start that this mission wasn't just about you
you were submissive to what is was that God desired you to do
and in spite of all your flaws and all your imperfections
God knew that your ministry would not be one of derilection
He assigned you a mission to go forth and spread His word
to make disciples of everyone that you encounter in this world
He gave you the means, a sound mind and the power
to go up against the evil at any given hour
He instructed you to go empty-handed and step out on faith
and trust in Him to provide all your needs on this journey you will take
anointed, appointed, assigned and now it's time to announce your mission
to tell the true gospel of Christ by taking on the Great Commission
and if you come across anyone who is not of reception
shake the dust off your feet as you leave as a testimony to their rejection
on a prophetic journey as a disciple and pastor in your life
let your journey be a mission that's a true reflection of Jesus Christ
Let's burn their flag
their Confederate flag
The flag of traitors, of betrayers
Let's burn their flag
Let's light them on fire
their Confederate flags
The flags of those who humiliated
the once-noble African race
selling them down-river at auctions
Let's light their Confederate flags on fire
These traitors hated all blacks -- in THAT,
they were unbiased -- I've witnessed the
snarl on their lips trying to say '*****,'
spitting out, contemptuously, 'Ni-gra.'
These betrayers pleaded 'States Rights'
when they knew damn well that no
state has the right to grant freedom
to some, while denying it to others,
whose blood is as red as their brothers...
So, let's burn their flags
their Confederate flags
Let's burn them all, light them on fire
and ban them forever and aye
I feel worthless
Am I worth it?
I feel hopeless
Wondering if you'll ever save me
Save me
Save me from my saddened heart of dismay
The ocean of commotion
Is where you're swimming on your own
The sea of devilish devotion
Is where you abide ambitiously all alone
I am worthy of joyous love
I am worthy of hope and faith
I am honored high above
I am worthy, too, of strength
Yeah, I need to move on
I need to really move on
Before the break of dawn
Go ahead and pass through
The reckless water and waves of self-indulgence
Hater alligator, what's new?
Are you devouring the remains of future extravagance?
Bring me to the fountain of vitality
I want to find my way out of reality
Sing me to sleep in blankets of bliss
I have often dreamt of receiving happiness
I feel distress
In my heart of stress
I feel like a mess
Should I keep trying or give up?
Should I stand my ground again?
Maybe I need rest tonight
I'll try my best with my might
And take flight above it all
Above it all
I will stand tall like a warrior's wall, so hear my victory call
I speak to you
You don't listen
You're a heartless stranger
And a rueful man of anger
I am worthy of a better friend
A friend that will be by my side
From start to finish, beginning to end
Oh, can't stand your selfish pride
Put on humility and take off arrogance
Renew the remedy of relieving radiance
Swim your shore
Of I don't care anymore
Dive in deep waters
Be with the other betrayers
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me one more reason
To follow in your footsteps
Till your footsteps are gone...
Till the moon turns into the sun...
Sick of the excuses of your desertion
Tired of your nasty denial and delusion
Grow up, why don't you?
Why don't you get the clue?
Why are you telling me what to do?
You're not my Father and you know it's true
You know it's true
So, don't deny it too
Swim your shore
To your hatred core
I did adore you
Until you drowned my hope
If you need my help,
I will say "NOPE!"
Catch you later,
Hater alligator...
Until then,
I'm moving on
Forever the square peg
seeking entry into the round hole,
the smart kid pushing
when the sign says “Pull”.
wandering in the midst
of the hurried,
a dreamer adrift among
those who think themselves awake.
Viewing through the unfiltering eye
of betrayal, the betrayers,
spiritual “Madoffs”
pontificating Ponzi schemes,
promising fulfillment -
for themselves.
Square pegs do not “roll”
through life, varying
speed to meet conditions
they are more suited
to building, stability,
strength, stoicism.
They often appear lost,
disconnected from, apart
and yet “a part of”,
yet somehow lost
in the “wall-less” box
of the seeking mime,
captured in the swirling
eddy of the twisting flow,
contentedly discontent
purveyors of optional
disillusionments. Lost
in the mediocrity of
the moment, lingering
in the rippling foam
of a receding tide.
Wandering Frost’s
“road less traveled”
rejoicing in the touch
of a snowflake, the joy
of a sunflower, the edginess
of a square peg
forever lost.
John G. Lawless
2/5/2016
Nothing matters anymore
Don’t care what life has in store
On love I’ve gone and closed the door
No, nothing matters anymore
I’m lying here alone in bed
With storms raging inside my head
It feels like I’m already dead….
Nothing matters anymore
Don’t care about the world outside
I just need a place to hide
From betrayers who have lied…
Nothing matters anymore
Just want to be left alone
Want to turn my heart to stone
I hate myself, for I should have known
Nothing matters anymore
I’ve got no more strength in me
To be what you want me to be
All around heartache I see
Nothing matters anymore
I want to let life go on by
Can’t explain the reasons why
But right now I am close to die
Nothing matters anymore
Nothing matters anymore
Just walk out of that door
Please, trouble me no more
Nothing…nothing matters anymore.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
In this world full of lies and illusions,
There's a power that constantly changes its face.
It never shows itself in the light of day,
But hides in the shadows of a corrupt system.
It chooses its puppets from amongst the weakest,
And gives them the illusion they can lead a nation.
But behind them, it pursues its aim—
To control everything, from money to war.
It fears nothing, neither law nor God,
For it makes its own laws and scorns faith.
It doesn't fear the people, whom it manipulates
With false promises and cheap spectacles.
It doesn't fear those who dare to stand in its way,
For it eliminates them mercilessly and without a trace.
It doesn't fear history, which it rewrites at will,
For it knows its secrets well and keeps them safe.
It is called the occult power and is the mistress of the world,
The one that decides the fate of millions.
The one that enriches its friends and impoverishes its enemies,
The one that laughs at us, at democracy, and at freedom.
But is there really no hope for us, the many?
Can't we awaken from this deep slumber?
Can't we unite and fight for our rights?
Can't we free ourselves from this bitter yoke?
Yes, we can, but it's not easy, for the occult power is strong.
It has arms, money, and influence, it has the media and justice.
It has spies, betrayers, and assassins, it has experience and patience.
It has everything it needs to maintain its rule.
But we have something more, something it can never have—
We have soul, conscience, and faith, we have love and hope.
We have courage, dignity, and will, we have dreams and desire.
We have everything we need to make the change.