Long Causative Poems
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"This might be of no value to your instinct though,
Losing my presence might cause your flesh nothing,
Basically to the wisdom surrounding this lost age.
But speculatively would hurt the cleanest and sacred spirit willing to direct you.
I need you every hour in my arms.
Just for you to feel the touch of my hand in a convincing state.
The weakest part of your heart will I dwell,
And the fragile center of your mind would I lay myself.
Getting you saturated is the utmost concern of my divinity,
Where I come from shouldn't be the unfortunate causative of your doubt.
Light is what you need through to the darkest night,even after a transition to a new world of uncertainty.
I wish you had the key to the highest level of picturing me.
Don't call this point a fallacy.
I never put a dime on limiting you.
Even when you're naked in my room,
The best thing even to take place would be a journey back to where you came from.
I mean you coming out of my own image and residing with me.
Wherever you heading towards is never to be deemed by self-accumulated luck.
My grace is sufficient for you,
So I wish you could make the best decision out of my rhapsody.
For your greatest life guarantee is maximised indefinitely within my words.
I'm loving you forever and don't wish you do same on compulsion.
But be vigilante my precious sheep among my flocks,
So you don't fall from my tender heart...",
This is the voice of JEHOVAH!
©walkingshoes
You say your theology is descriptive and cohesive,
But I just need to give you my concise take;
What theology reminds me of, alludes to and objectifies,
And what cases and arguments it does make.
Consecration is for your uncertain realisations,
That you made from your parents beliefs,
And baptism as an indictment to wash each day,
Is outdated because it has no causative reliefs.
The incarnation was not metaphysical and divine,
All things occur within the life-cycle of mankind;
Transformation comes though other people’ interactions,
That love you and fortify you to be kind.
We will destroy evil with love, care and concern,
‘Cos people emanate human kindness given some resolve,
And Jesus descent into hell just describes his pain and gloom,
And is a linguistic flurry to depict the social scene to absolve.
But the doctrine of predestination is a sin in itself,
Balloons the ego, sharpens the knife lain into the many;
To be a member of the elect only fattens the stomach,
‘Cos peace is in just being one person in commonality.
The power of the spirit only causes mental illness,
And healing is from others, doctors and nurses;
Submitting to men as Christian women is wrong,
And submission to god forces you to treason belong.
The resurrection is inside you, if you want it to be,
Understanding Jesus is completely within your discretion;
Conversion should not be listed as an experience as such,
As our roots are personal, ones which nobody should touch.
"The languish are not the unfortunate ones, they're only victims of circumstances. Let's throw in the buoy."
- Quote _ by poet
They become weak as the days go by,
Some even fall and die,
The elements are too feeble to prop them,
Something else pervades the realm.
Their beneficiaries are nonchalant to their plight,
They’re engrossed in their search for light,
Ignoring the attendant effects,
Jettisoning the causative defects.
The former are gradually becoming a shadow,
Around them is a shrivelled meadow,
They’re bleeding on the inside,
The writings are all on the outside.
law'd ya'll gonna get me to be straight
she told the member of the press
we gay down here gal
how i look committing to sum man
have generations of people
talking together at a ceremony
kissin sum man: .
don't look right saying I dew.
I does but when they dew, dew they?
being submissive to sum man,
well that's sorta strange, deranged and kinda like
sumthang my momma wanted.
ah shucks, I forgot to mention
think I better pay attention
sumthang want me to say
now she be rie for loving and pregantationitive
but marrge up on a woman
and settling to a man might be
submissivation
a part of causative fussin.
she at gonna be with just you
tell me what you want to dew
be juss you and me rite.
i gotta dyke at home, six chillium daddies
and this ole fool want me to settle down-nay wit hymn.
huh! aint happening he crazy!
he crazy!
he crazy!
I found him lying on his bed,
hair tousled and with a sweet smile.
I realized that he was dead.
I knew this was no show of guile.
A lifeless shell fueled with faith
betrayed a muted mask of wraith.
Though none, I called Emergency.
They asked me blankly, “Are you sure?”
No breath, stiff limbs, lividity –
a terminal illness, no cure.
“I’m sure (as Hell!), yes positive!”,
assuming that, the causative.
All three came as well as ER,
coroner, sheriff, mortician.
One to play the body’s chauffer.
One to judge the man’s condition.
One to say there was no more breath.
One to announce the “formal” death.
A cold harshness to the moment,
finality so sure and straight.
No use to sit down and lament.
Too late to try to clear the slate.
It is what it is, as they say.
Nothing further to do but pray.
An homage of his joy and bliss;
his ardour for life and nature.
His pure love for God not remiss;
his place within Heaven secure.
A faith-based life and in the end
all he wanted was one true friend.