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You see them all around these days,
braying loud on the internet,
people claiming that they’re victims,
demanding you ‘recognize’ that.
But when they explain what is wrong
biting back a laugh is quite hard,
half the things they complain of
don’t leave bruises, much less a scar.
I’m a victim because you don’t
call me demi-girl two spirit,
you won’t call me a woman when
surgeons gave me genitals the snip.
I’m a victim because I can
chose to stay home, let my man work,
take half his stuff when I get bored,
Patriarchy makes men jerks!
I’m a victim because some unknown fool
put a dark joke up on the net,
progress means thinking just like I do,
quick, call down the whole government!
I’m a victim because at work
they demand that I do the job,
my ancestors got a raw deal,
so pay me more, you racist clod!
That last part just amazes me,
thinking back upon Civil Rights,
back in the fifties and sixties,
and all that went on in that fight.
The blood, the stones, the dogs let loose,
the murderous Democrat Klan...
Did they suffer to be victims?
Hell no, but for the rights on man!
They wanted only the same chance,
be free of this nonsense of ‘race,’
now their grandkids want victimhood,
seems like quite the slap in the face.
Now why do so many want this?
Well, it seems quite easily to me,
they feel the ‘pain of victimhood’
excuses them from morality.
That because of bad part events
they don’t have to strive to be good,
they can do evil, not feel wrong,
not worry about all the ‘shoulds.’
A way to indulge without fear
of consequence awaiting them,
to make their sins look quite righteous,
to strip all restraints off of men.
So you can burn a building down,
beat people and make blood splatter,
and not have to feel bad for it,
since after all, Black Lives Matter.
And you can ruin livelihoods,
put whole families out of the street,
since, “They didn’t use my pronouns!”
Not care they can no longer eat.
You can walk through the capital
and never be locked up in jail,
but if the other side does it
then somehow that’s beyond the pale!
And while this may explain their choice,
there’s nothing that can excuse it,
If you want to be a victim
you’re really just a piece of sh-t.
Where are the people of God?
Where are the people who can stand for God?
Where are the new breed of our generation?
Where are the courageous men of God?
Who will raise the next Elijahs of God?
Who will raise the next generation of fire fighters?
Who will empower the youths and breed them?
Man Up! Man Up!! Let's man up for christ,
Let's become the world changers and history makers,
Let us take over the world for our God;
Jesus has paid the ransom for our sins.
Where are the Elijah's of our Lord jesus christ?
Who can stand against the modern Baals
And defend our faith in Christ Jesus.
The media world is waiting for us,
The entertainment sphere is waiting for us,
Let's take over the commercial sector,
The political, economy and educational sphere.
Man Up! Man up!! Man up for Christ,
Make a positive change and take charge,
Then nurture the nature of mankind.
We are the light and salt of the world,
Return to the old rugged cross, return to the cross
Man up and take dominion over sin and change for better.
Where are the Elijahs of our God?
Where are they?
Where are the moses of our God?
Where are the Elishas, Jeremiahs of our time?
Where are the Joshuas of God?
The joshua who can make the sun becomes black.
Where are the Esthers of our time?
Where are the Josephs of our time?
Where are the Isaiahs of our generation?
What would you like to be remembered for,
A praise for woman or a hypocracy of the Church?
Bribery and corruption, backbitting, stealing, confusion, regression, pains, immorality has taken the church we once called a holy place and no one to purge out the sins thereof.
Where are the Gideons of our Generation?
Where are the Johns of our God?
Are we going to allow satan take charge?
Why are we running from pillar to post?
We have lost our right in christiandom and sin has taken over our lives.
Where is our stand in christ's life?
Are we just christians in the lips?
Potopoto, kwamkwam, pinopino, christians?
Man up and take over, brother,
We are the new breeds of christ.
All the sphere of human endeanour are waiting for us
To call down fire.
Man up, take courage, man up for christ jesus.
“Pearl Diving” (Part 2)
Angel fish are pretty, but they’re boring that’s they’re lot
the Man O War is far too flashy, frivilous,
Octupi are too touchy feely always begging for the real thing way too early,
the Dolphins always laugh out loud, they’re overly boisterous show-offs
always trying to call the shots;
perhaps she’s best off lying in her Clamshell tight and small
for she is understanding now
the Clamshell has cast a spell o’er her
to stop all creatures in the deep from
hijacking her magic powers.
It’s comfortable and very warm, no need to leave her purse,
how could she leave what’s she’s only ever known behind;
better to sleep forever with the Clamshell as her nurse...
dream her dreams,
keep very still -
it couldn’t get much worse.
She’s shiny and she’s aged just right
the Clamshell protects her from the light,
she’s not a real jewel anymore
she’s a bottled up narcotic bright,
a little white pill zipped up in her hardened purse
to numb out all that sunken hurt.
He swims down to get a deeper look
the sunlight now dappling through the
hottest deepest lure of blue
thrashes his legs much harder now
to get the closest view.
He sees the sharks surrounding her
he checks his dorsal fin
he’s now become a predator
and she his treasure there within,
to somehow prize and shuck her
from her clammy milky mucous shell.
Such a beautiful sin he grinned and thought for a nano-second,
“Maybe I can win”.
Somewhere in the distance from the surface way up above,
he hears a mermaid call down to him, her silky voice enticing him,
her echolocation surrounding him,
through all those other fish making such a blasted bubbly din,
“It’s mine.” the voice whispers mysteriously in his ears, “ I’m playing this, it's mine, a life to win”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017)
"Aqualung", Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/xxHL5szgThQ
Blessing
A blessing is more
Than some words on a page
Or to follow a sneeze
Or break a leg for the stage
It's more than just sentiment
It is conscious decision
To send love and kindness
With a purpose and vision
Not a throwaway niceness
It's so deep and profound
A blessing reclaims
So much more hallowed ground
Not a poem with boundary
No beginning or end
It is never constrained
It is more than just friend
It's the ripples of change
In the pool filled with love
Spilling out when we cast
A request-stone above
A blessing has value
Even more than a prayer
It loves, lingers, leads us
It's a heaven-ward stair
To invoke down a blessing
Is to open earth space
And flood it with goodness
Laced with Spirit and grace
Like an angelic whirlwind
Where the atmosphere alters..
It's the arm of a lover
When your step forward falters
It connects and restores
It has holiness prowess
Like it says on the tin;
It dispels all the darkness
So reach your hand high
And call down that blessing
It can only bring truth,
No fake-news second guessing
Draw the gift from a well
Never known for it's dryness
All the thirst to dispel
With a cup from his Highness
So..
May your life be renewed
May the darker days dwindle
May your eyes see new Hope
May your healing rekindle
May your voice find it's place.
May you outshine the shadows.
May you nurture that seed
So a mighty, strong oak grows
May your neighbours be friends.
May your generous spirit
Be a lighthouse of hope
For the boats harboured in it.
May your journey be fruitful.
May your harvest be plenty.
May your storehouse be shared
Where the hungry soul's empty.
May the places you walk
Find your presence refreshing
For we all have a choice
To bring heavenly blessing.
Jinjagoliath
8th May 2021
Where is your Superwoman today
Your triple A game to win every play.
To take the light to its height
To be the hand of nature and of might
To breathe in the victory
Every movement a high point of history,
To turn even the heartbeats of falling snowflakes
Into blinging diamonds of success's keepsakes
Surge with relish thru the sweet eternity
That lies in the smallest moments serenity
Standing ready not just to fight
But to set it all just sweetly right, sweetly right
Where is your Superwoman today
Your best game face for every play.
The vision of it all going super right
Thru your hands of nature and of might
Link your heart to a giant star
And call down the winning power from afar
Erasing your worries and your fears
A waterfall of happiness that lasts for years.
Feel your strength boost as you move
Plucking strands of victory to the grove
Space and time moulded just like clay
For constant victories thru the day
Where is your Superwoman today
The one who helps you along the way.
Who helps you cast away the doubts
And cheers you on with winning shout outs.
See yourself as always whole
Moving surely towards the goal
You set and meet and then exceed
Thru the cascade of successes you proceed
Better than any other woman or man
Surpass nature at its core plan
Set new sights never before seen
Boldly go where no one has yet been
Where is your Superwoman today
Your triple A game to win every play.
To take the light to its height
To be the hand of nature and of might
Your life is your right
Your best is always in sight
To get it you must take it
Your life is your right
Your best is always in sight
Closing each eternal moment with a winning spirit.
by Davieo, David Rothchild
Summer is ending, so begins fall
I am scared that the season will begin at all
Surrounded by people, and flinch at a call
Sit in a dark room with a chair at the wall
Should be outside with a rake and raking
Here inside at work and waiting
Home alone lying in bed
This month I lost my only friend
To a painful and abrupt end
Wake up in the morning and hear that he’s dead
Should be in the kitchen with cake that’s baking
Here inside at work and waiting.
Halloween comes with trick or treat
Or go to a party with people to meet
To creep and crawl with silent feet
And grope and fumble in darkness deep
Concentrate on something making
Here inside at work and waiting
Thanksgiving with my new family
November passes quite rapidly
Together with turkey, peas and tea
Advent begins in a cold grey sea
Winter is now and its breaking
I’m home inside at work and waiting
In December the birth of the son of God
I must remember what in his life he taught
Then sort the teachings out from a dark fog
Because Christmas is love not at all macabre
The frost grows on the lawn outside this morning
At the window inside at work and waiting
Happy New Year that begins with a seven
The angels above call down from heaven
To the earth below and meadows and oceans
Like the dough that sowed and rises when leavened
The days are short and nights sedating
In the kitchen alive at work and waiting
Is the vast bleakness a harbinger of Spring
When nature sets forth its most beautiful things
That grow quietly without sounds or rings
Or move about at night under moonlight scenes
With equal days and nights the equinox brings
The time flies by without break or sating
Here at work at home and waiting
The narrowing of choice, opaque or black?
Unconfident die castes vote ballot blank,
How has our circus bread become this bland?
What a diverse homogeneous blend,
All stitched to sleeves but less with blood to bleed,
Philosophy’s deep silenced sonar bleep,
Who knew the watch dogs had been put to sleep,
Medici summoned now with suits so sleek,
For their next trick Baal’s prophets call down sleet,
Then cloak us in their mortuary sheet,
Cold commissar eyes never lose death’s sheen,
A czar’s measure is taken in fleeced sheep,
How many million buys innocents’ cheep?
“mere statistics”, our comrade says, “what cheek!”,
Their power balances upon a check,
Rewritten history toward useful spring chick,
For fellow travelers and bovine chuck,
Reach into chest for the last missing chunk,
Doublethink starts with a skull cracking thunk,
Are indulged proxies all we have to thank?
By any other name the modern thane,
Sign here and soon all you see shall be thine,
The thirst for gods is legion, but none trine,
All dissention is dismissed in a trice,
Indentured mankind’s earmarked wholesale price,
Vaccine for thoughtcrime just the smallest prick,
The focus groupthink directs prompter’s prink,
Omerta code tells us what will reach print,
The emperor’s new crypt may need more paint,
Astute to take the questions not the pains,
Hedge bets on war and peace for greater gains,
The deadly chasm yawns less than it grins,
When all is dust, then will they cease to grind,
Triumvirate writes finale most grand,
The so called rulers occupy by grant,
Go test the spirits joined in graceless graft
I.
They burgeoned above my nostrils
With buds that obscured my visions
They walled my head with fences
Towered above my five senses
Distant from myself, things looked too low
Until I drew closer, I couldn't tell
Just how down I was
Just how far God's love had to come for us
II.
They soared above my perception
Shot beyond my wildest imagination
Exceeding stellar peaks
Like pilgrims on the way to the wailing wall
Tearing up at the dandelions and grains in lesser dawn
I thought, if I could give life to these flowers like the sun,
I wouldn't hold back my light for a second
Behind each ear of corn I'll send whispers
And whispers of the spirit's songs to heal my broken frond
III.
What shall be said when the Lord and his hosts cry?
Woe unto those for whom he draws his battle lines
Peace shall be far from the wicked
Where Jezebel vying, wills and grows horns
There shall be her vanities to call down falsehood upon thorns
In the midst of the wolves shall be a lion and lambskin adorned
Adorned in truth to slay artifices
There shall be love's fire to receive our sacrifices
And by the words of a king, put Baal's children to sleep
IV.
So long as God's dome is heavenly
The best chalcedonies grace his twelve gates in majesty
So long as the seraphs do praise him
The four beasts continually bow in his presence, crying holy
So long as angels and elders forget stately thrones
And cast their crowns face down in white robes
Sunken halos shall break free from the hollow
With the righteous lifted, cast the dragon into the bottomless burrow
THANKS
April 7, 2019
RobertBenThoughts.Blogspot.com
John 19:28-30
You hung on a cross
Until you died,
“It is finished” you cried
Giving up your spirit,
Thanks for dying for me.
Luke 9:9-10
You told Zacchaeus salvation
Had come to his house,
Because your goal was to
Seek and save the lost
Thanks for seeking me.
John 14:6
You said “you are the way,
The light, and the life.”
No one gets to the Father
Except through You.
Thanks for dying for me.
Matthew 18:3-4
Be pure as a child You said,
With your blood I can,
Without I cannot.
You are with me each day.
Thanks for dying for me.
Matthew 6:33
First seek God’s kingdom,
I do, sometimes,
Maybe not like I should.
I am so week and undisciplined,
Thanks for dying for me.
John 11:35; Matthew 6:33
You taught us it is all right to
cry over the losses in our lives.
Then taught me how to
seek God first.
Thanks for teaching me.
Matthew 21:12
You taught us we could be angry
You controlled your tongue,
You controlled your mind even
when they disrespected Your Father.
Thanks for teaching for me.
Luke 9:53-55, Mark 3:17
You rebuked James and John
For wanting to call down fire.
You called them “Sons of Thunder”
Showing Your sense of humor.
Thanks for teaching me humor.
John 14:2
You left to go prepare a place for me.
Dying you made a path for me.
Your blood cleansed me
Making me innocent again.
Thanks for dying for me.
Thanks for loving me.
Why you hate mi??
Why you hate mi and a god mi put first?
Bad mind mi, a Jesus broke the curse!! (2*)
God inna mi life, a him mi put first
Good over evil, a mi you can’t curse
His not my fate, mek your life get worst
Mi seek him first, so how mi life must be worst
Why you hate mi and a god mi put first?
Bad mind mi, a Jesus broke the curse!! (2*)
I love those how hate I, used I, and wish mi bad – a call down curse
Blessed love anyway, cause god inna mi life, a him mi put first
A praise him from mi heart, not from mi mind, and that’s the reason prosperity start
shine
Why you hate mi and a god mi put first?
Bad mind mi, a Jesus broke the curse!! (2*)
Love those who hate you, used you, and wish you bad, bad mind you, grudge you,
don’t like how you “trad.”
Do unto others, you want them do unto you
Harm no one, and let no one harm you, have faith in the lord, not in man!
So, why you hate mi and a god mi put first?
Bad mind mi, a Jesus broke the curse!! (2*)
Seek he first, and you life won’t be worst
Praise him from your heart, not from your mind
Have faith, work hard, and live out the hip
Abide by the rules, regulations, laws, and commandment sign
Put god first, materials behind
When you fall, get up same time
And don’t let the same thing catch you next time