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anger is not always a sin
if it's righteous indignation
Biblically anger is that emotion which often compels
us to change our ways so we won't wind up in hell
anger is acceptable as self-defense of others or moral principles are on the line
but an anger that is self-serving is a sin all of the time
for it tends to leave hurt, it tends to leave pain and it tends to leave devastation
selfish anger leads to misplaced affection and/or displaced aggression
it produces feelings of strong displeasure and/or antagonistic behavior
the rage and resentment which goes against the very teachings of Our Savior
the physical effects of selfish anger carry the spirit of unforgivingness
but righteous indignation is the thing that we all need to stress
to be displeased with the way that others are being treated
to be upset over oppression, suppression and the way people are being defeated
we need to handle our anger in way that God can take control
and understand with a change of heart we now have a Biblical goal
to be honest in our communication in the way that we talk
to stay calm in the midst of the storm is the way to walk the walk
to attack the problem and not the person who is in the midst of the trouble
to attack the sin and not the sinner who is in the midst of the struggle
and above all in the spirit of kindness and love we need to act
and never allow the enemy to cause you to over-react
the Bible states "be not hasty in holding resentment in"
you need to let go and let God show you the way to win
don't let the danger of anger ever put you on a defensive attack
recognize God in all things and you'll stay on the right spiritual track
for the enemy will try to use and abuse you and have you disconnected
from the power supply that is Our God which has you spiritually corrected
as anger seems to always rests in the bosom of fools
so never let the enemy attempt to take you to school
so don't respond, don't resent and above all never over-react
stay calm, stay focused on the sin and never let the danger of anger distract
There is a place,
Where everyone who needs some space,
Can come for batteries to replace
And forget about race,
Or the colour of their face.
A place where the only questions you will be asked,
Are, do you have respect for the human race,
And the property in this place?
Giving you the right to enter this space,
To enjoy what should be commonplace.
If you ever enter Wainuiomata space,
You will surely hear about this place,
Where no respect for the human race,
And the property in this space,
Will leave you outside this place,
When your protest does not suit this space,
Or the people in this place.
But if you you can show, a change of heart has taken place,
And you want to re-join the human race,
Showing up with a face that bears more grace,
Will get you a welcome at this place.
Endings ? – I do believe .
There is this great, growing, emptiness, filling my soul, –
permeating every fiber, every beat ( pounding away at my heart ) –
it’s oppressive weight, bearing down, collapsing my spirit.
There is this gigantic hole, where my life used to be –
an abyss, a black hole from which there is no escaping
the obvious – I no longer ( if ever ) hold a place of any
importance, of any relevance of any meaning.
= My spirit knows the tunes, hears the music.
My soul wants, so much, to dance, to romance. =
A will-o-wisp am I, among the shadows,
cast upon this plane you and I have traversed.
My days, my nights, my hours, my minutes but hollow places.
Thoughts, feelings, visions, memories, all echo throughout these empty spaces.
Once again, you have slipped into your silent mode –
me you try and avoid, once more , to me become cold.
I keep my distance, so as not to anger, to upset you
and will, until you have a change of heart – this I do,
because my love for you will keep me at bay
until what troubles you ?, takes wing and flies away.
Until then – I patiently await the coming of that day.
Until then – I will reluctantly stay out of your way.
Until then – I will look to the heavens and pray
that my thoughts, my feelings, my beliefs will stay
within the realms of possibility and of love
upon white wings of peace – you know ?, the dove
who carries - hope for all the wars – far above
all that seems to be burning down the house of LOVE.
These, my words, my Dear, I fear, you may never hear !
This poor attempt at rhyme – may be a waste of my time !
This spirit no longer flying, believe me !, I am not lying !
These lines, you’d say are “ silly, - isn’t that like you Billy ”
ring in my head, the latest adjective telling me I am dead !
Another negative put down, of this foolish old clown,
and his attempts at expressing, -
the physical, mental, intellectual – his rambling.
B. J. “A” 2
January 10th 2009
Darkness arrives..
Quiet and still..
The night is hauntingly beautiful..
Mysterious yet magical..
Moonlight captures my mood..
Intoxicated by pure brightness..
As moonlight shines..
Join me..
As we indulge in the moonlight..
Together you and I..
A calming wind blows softly...
As it calms me so..
Need not have a change of heart...
We were one..
Join me..
My heart is hollow without you..
You left me with cherished memories..
Alive and well inside me..
Although the memories are alive..
My light turned into darkness..
Much darker then the night skies..
Within me there was once an illuminating light..
My intense aura shined brilliantly
Higher then the heavens..
Now I ache for you..
Empty and hollow..
Heart shattered into tiny pieces..
No longer am I whole..
Join me..
So I may once again gaze into your lovely eyes..
With your eyes the sun will shine..
Your warm embrace tickles my heart..
As I become whole again..
Join me..
Sweet love of mine..
So the darkness within me disappears..
My magnificent light shines profoundly
Once again..
Join me..
Sweet love of mine..
So together you and I..
Our intense auras..
Shall reach higher then the heavens..
The old white bearded man spoke in soft voice,
in front of the seated crowd in elegant poise.
Honor is a divine spark that has a hidden affect,
the mask of vanity and truth attract every soul prospect.
Ancient prophesies have risen from the depths of hell,
into the masked faces - impossible to break the spell.
Every desire in life has its answers what needs to be done,
if it were not so, creation would not have gone on.
The soul in body and part of earth spirit entity,
speaks in natures equilibrium and diversity.
Respecting natures elements become the walking on water,
sparking manifestation reaching honorable boarder.
The domain of oneself in God himself perception,
the love-steam in change of heart reception.
The lockup pointed to the wisdom point break,
needed to be attained in that grateful solitude.
Ash Wednesday reminds vain man
That each must slay false pride's ascend.
This day we note a pious practice
Once learnt by rote in simple gist.
Man is mere dust that is alive
In a brief trust, by grace to thrive.
An ancient lore bears repeating:
From times before, repentance flings.
Man is imaged in God's likeness,
In brief passage till end brightness.
A Christian rite and clear ritual,
Ash cross we write on head visual.
A sign to show we remember
The tact each knows from dust embers.
We come from dust, to dust return;
Life here is trust that love now churns.
This Lent we think upon the way;
The path that links tidings that stay.
Forty days we reflect on deeds,
Look deep to see, atone for weeds.
A change of heart and will and mind;
Let penance start to seek and find.
A change of pace and touch and feel;
To await grace to cleanse and heal.
A change of sight from earthly things;
To see new light, sense Spirit's sling.
We, each must pass from muddy stores
To pristine grass in soul's kind shores.
A certain call springs to each soul:
To bear and bring a new zest whole.
Here as we stand on thresholds clear,
Our Lenten trends groom faithful cheer.
Now each man frames the path to take;
Heed inner flame to rise awake.
Aware of need, each heeds belief,
Feel truth that seeds what soul perceives.
The Christ said: "Choose your new life..."
The road is made beyond man's strife!
The middle way is for all men:
Each soul must stay with inspired span.
Come then with heart attuned to grace,
Let each man start to live love's space.
Love calls to each to gather now;
To touch and reach to glimpse endow.
We, each must learn to love and act;
Love that we yearn answers love's pact.
From dust we come, to dust the end;
Live love's sweet sum in daily trend.
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014
Singapore
There was a man named Carlton, who came
from a rural town.
He was well-liked by all within his community,
he was the town judge.
Everyone gave him much respect. However,
he had another group that he was the founder
and head chair of.
This group was a close group that didn't allow
outsiders.
They didn't accept anyone that didn't look and
act like them.
On a dark and stormy night, Carlton had a bad
car accident.
He was banged up real bad; he lost a lot of blood.
And he needed a blood transfusion STAT.
He also had a heart condition, so he was on the
top of the heart transplant waiting list.
It was touch and go for Carlton; they didn't know
if he would live long enough to receive a new
heart.
But in the nick of time, they found him a heart.
A month later, he was released from the hospital.
As time went by, his family and friends started
to notice significant changes.
From the food he ate, the music he listened to.
But the most significant change was his new
friends.
He started hanging around with “ Them.”
Carlton resigned as founder and the head chair
of the group he was apart of immediately.
Carlton had a change of heart two ways on that
life-altering day.
Alexis Y.
03/4/2021
You might perchance think: why this change of heart,
But things do change. Not so is from change free,
Give me one chance, one chance for a new start.
I thought, he cannot think of life sans me,
And hence this uncharacteristic plea:
Time changes and I'd too— for my own sake.
Look, my life's a golf ball perched ‘pon a tee,
I agreed, not sure where would go this rake.
The life when lurks on point of no return,
Oft turns, prodded by head, much less by heart,
Nor yet knows what it wants, nor cares to learn,
And my life had become oh a pushcart—
You get when frozen, snow sinks down lower,
Chilly frost's felt and stupor takes over.
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Sonnets | 02.11.2016, revised Sept 2022 |
Poet’s note: Life often turns out a series of compromises, not just adjustments. Marriage is sometimes more so. The lady of this sonnet here is caught in one such marriage, a victim of infidelity and falsehoods. A time comes when she no more cares, or she is too tired to, and a stupor takes over.
Curse the lame for not walking
Curse the blind for not seeing
Curse the deaf for not hearing
Curse the mute for not speaking
Curse the mentally ill for being crazy
Curse the dumb for being stupid
Curse the poor for their poverty
Curse the fat for being obese
Curse the weak for not being strong
Curse the ugly for not being beautiful
Curse the homeless for being homeless
Curse the unemployed for not working
Curse the disable for being unable
Curse the sick for being unhealthy
Curse the old for not being young
Curse them with every breath you breathe
And one day every curse you utter
Will become of you and not the others
Life will bite you back and tear you apart
Unless you have a change of heart
Your passionate spirit entwines with mine so splendidly
Dance to the jam of majestic music that is God-sent
I believe it's time to enjoy yourself in the moment
Your clever wit fulfulls my eager ears very substantially
I'm looking like a regretful pilgrim on the ship of broken friendship
I hate feeling afraid of the dark without you giving me some lip
I won't worry my soul to death, so I will set my bewildered mindset free
Change of heart is what I need and I definitely want it so badly
You're not around and it drives me crazy with your lies
Your beautiful love lifts me up when I'm down and about
You're not alone and you're stronger than you realize
I don't want to pay the price of your disgusting doubt
We are almost there...here you go - here's a helping hand to help you through
Empty and embarrassed because I miss you so much and I don't know why
You smothered me with your negative outlook and scared me out of my wits too
I'm losing touch of your rope of hope and I am dying to see your motivation elevate so high
You tried to tame me with your mindfulness
You cried me a lake of lament and hopefulness
If you can trust me, I would be positively glad
If you were a sparkling sea, I would ride your waves without feeling so sad