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Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes
The fervency is gone, we know it from our hearts
We are just socializing
The men are now old who tore our hearts in years gone by
They are tired by age or backslidden,
We only remember their gone by exploits
And the new ones are distracted by social media and the world
In our Dead Church
There are no secret prayers,
No heart-searching sermons,
The choristers are desperately seeking applauds
They import songs from the other side
and characteristics of the unregenerate
Our dead church
Now have special seats in front differentiating men from men
We are no longer brethren, Pride ekes outs
We have become Ichabod
We tell stories of yesteryears and hoped the days will come again
In our Dead church, we worship men
Mere mortals, we fight or hate those who oppose them
They like it so, unlike Jesus who recognized the spirit
In our dead Church, things have become mechanical
Messages are no longer divine, they are from the internet
Our love is conditional
Our hypocrisy is loud
Our head is full, our hearts are empty
We are Christians in church but sinners at home
Don’t judge me is our lyrics in defence
In our Dead church, we have sent The Master out
We have become masters as we swindle the people through tithes and offering
Our old clergyman still keeps his office
Even when he ought to be silent so we can repent
In our dead church
The new Pastor never witnessed revival; he knows nothing about it
Our hearts are dead, our soul is panting and yearning for the church of Acts
Where Jesus was enthroned above man and mundane things of earth
We are back to Rome
Where are the Luther?
Where are the Zwingli?
Who will bring Jesus to His throne (our hearts)
The Silence of a Library
David J Walker
Here is where I will live
Beyond the fear
of the coming death
And its imagined motif
Find me on 26th street
at the park with my friends on
a cool summer evening
laughing about the coming
unfamiliar days we fear
Some design their own white robes and
Gilded ropes braided around their waists
differentiating the
gender of cherubs
Some accept the silence and
the blackness of the nothingness
of not knowing
Some await the inevitable alternative universe
Created to suit the nature of the attendants
Some practice the celibacy and the silence of
The library with books to confirm their convictions
But we will play volleyball as the sunsets
And the temperature drops
The lights come on automatically
And we play until the dawn and
Fall asleep between the swing sets
I've heard the opposite of love is indifference,
I think something different than that,
It's hate, though the hollows of nothing, far worse,
Solidified matter of fact,
Only through hate can we know of love's place,
Just as sweltering sweat makes us cold,
And the way that the moon steals sunlight for the night,
Day to dark, when cowards turn bold,
In my relative time here on Earth I have seen,
Blinding pain allows joy to exist,
And I think about life after death, God and hell,
Honestly hard to tell which is which,
I seek endlessly for answers to questions unknown,
Choose between keeping peace or to fight,
Finding yin and yang as a guide, always wrong,
But then again, never not right,
All the same, here we are, none and all, simultaneously,
Differentiating between the twos,
When one is the other, the other the one,
Dualities transcend me and you.
Humanity - tormentor of my dreams
I discovered the people diverse the scream
Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness!
My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness
Take thy transcendence from out my heart aching
I crave the human, humane humanness breaking
And the universality never transcending, man's pretending
I crave the dialectic, divine deliverance
I threw my otherness upon the floor with indifference
And the consumers never differentiating
It was hardcore, more so, galore while contemplating
While I pondered, totalitarian and your humanity
Suddenly, I heard some labeling
Only this and a totalitarianism
That moment my soul grew cultist
I discovered the members unlisted
I threw my civilization upon the floor
Do you like embers, men ignore
The annexationist brought such sorrow
I crave the mystic, monarchical democracy borrowed
That fundamentalist, fundamentalist civilizing
Much I marveled this inclusive individualization
And so I screamed, 'Is that a extremity?'
That druid, druidic colonizing
And the civilizations never democratizing
Still is fraternizing, still is extremity fraternizing humanity
Sealed within an hourglass
a shower of sand descending
scraping away my supple skin
as when one refinishes a hardwood floor
scouring off the old varnish and stain
Its grit scratching
like the claws of a cat at my corneas
already malformed before my birth
so that I was never able even as a child
to perceive the world completely clearly
everything fuzzy like a fogged mirror
and blurry about the edges
causing me difficulty differentiating
between 0, 6 and 8
a’s and e’s and o’s
I choke as it rises over my mouth and nose
Those observing my struggle to survive
from the other side of the glass smile wide
as they speak in pointless platitudes
preaching worthless, irrelevant notions
such as I should look upon each grain of sand
as a potential pearl
but I am not an oyster in the ocean
Life seems
at times,
sometimes chronically usual
and sometimes more critically unusual,
Life seems to see a too large familial
and/or global space
between Winning outside less
and not Losing inside more,
Life unfolds feelings
differentiating between usually
and just sometimes
would be a healthier Win
for anger management
and depression
and manic bipolar issues,
polemics,
bipolarities Left against Right
too LoseLose negatively dissonant,
disassociating from authentic
integrity
health-wealth identity.
Yet,
in our next moment,
claustrophobic narrow ways
between Winning freedom and light
and not also Losing life and love
unveil a culturally treacherous walk.
A personal yet also political and economic stalk
through a narrowing last second
in LeftBrain dominating Time
reincarnating EarthClimates
All, or most,
Either winning or losing
attachment to detachment
attacking
future life of humble sufficiency Left-Right fortune,
seen through Earth's timeless creative RightBrain lens
casting past death
of Ego's immanently inaccurate
decomposing misfortune
denying untimely WinLose events.
Exhausting WinWin divine inspiration,
finding ribboned rivers of YangHeaded hope
between hearing Winning dipolarity
yet also not seeing bipolar Losing co-gravity
what Sacred EarthTime never RightBrain autonomously owned
or could eternally LeftBrain co-redeem alone
while co-advocating creation,
regenerative
creolizing
transubstantiations
between healthy Left
and wealthy WiseElder Matriarchal Right.
Bicameral life seems to see a larger revolutionary space
between Winning outside time more ecologically healthy
and not Losing inside sacred place
love multi-theological wealthy.
Whatever you do in life do it from your heart
Do it wholly for whatever is done from the heart
Had been establish with God submitting your request
Here on earth so you can thrive, grow and live easily
Getting paid is the reason for every business not fight
Or either to be seen or for socialization but profit sake.
Money doesn't belongs to anyone but everyone who works for it
Only when one is in possession of it truly then you're a owner
Not only for the strong and mighty belongs to everyone that wish
Digits makes the difference paying accordingly to your wisdom
The way you make use of your time and resources very necessary
How resilient you are with your energy for it pave the path
Makes the difference, differentiating the poor from rich.
Medicine for money many were thinking the opposites
Words are medicines it heals every ailment when true
Time is money make go use of your time earlier the better
Money don't grow on trees but money grows by work and prayers
When you don't pray there's no spiritual nourishment for the soul
Pick your spirit to support you as you strive survive thrive and live
It's not all about what you eat or posses by chance or cruelty
But what you built to keep eating and possessing all you wish for
Remedy for acquiring always believe in your power or source of life
keep going when there's nothing to eat or anything to show amidst
Don't forget weakness is the Devil's tool for destroying good things
It take actions not reaction or being timid to get more money......
My friend, do you know me?
I am a Pharisee
No, not per the dictionary
Which mischaracterizes my beliefs and me
For while he keeps the tradition, it's true
A Pharisee's an ever-evolving Jew
He delves deep into the Talmud to learn the ways
to deal with the problems of the world today
Thanks to the Pharisees a Jewish-Israeli farmer
can halakhically* 'Sabbath-milk' a cow in its barn, or
devotedly observe Passover or Yom Kippur
be he in the jungle, outer space, or Kuala Lumpur
What's more, be it abortion, euthanasia or homosexuality
the Talmud treats current issues of controversiality --
A Pharisee views the times in light of the Talmud, you see
~ differentiating his faith from Hebraic-Christianity**
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* halakhically = in accordance with Jewish Law, in this case
the laws of the Sabbath
** Practitioners (for a few generations after Jesus Christ)
were known as Hebrew-Christians.
Mutually traumatic relationships,
like co-arising declarations of war,
codependent not listening aggression,
co-nonempathic hatred,
rabidly competitive systems,
nationalistic sociopathology,
pervasively dissociative mental illness,
deliberate maladministration
for growing degenerative subclimates
of mutually assured destruction,
Take us nowhere
toward understanding
why Earth
is otherwise a life evolving
revolving
spiraling space/time planet,
Much less a therapeutic direction
to resolve why
universal positive energy
is sometimes win/win healing co-relational
recreating co-incidental regenerative events
growing resonance
and resilient holistic interdependent systems
rather than ZeroZone nothing,
Why mutually assured listening
develops win/win resiliently healthy relationships
predicting NonZero Zone regenerational evolution
of complex interdependent systems
and co-relational networks
of positive correlational energy webs
Revolving
regenerating
spiraling into resonant health care integrity
and potential for wealthy
robust communication,
mutual deep learning,
wide multicultural compassion.
Win/Lose competitions are what lie in-between
Win/Win health and Lose/Lose pathology,
between regenerative and degenerative
waiting for our further cooperative investments
in mutual bicameral intelligence,
ego/eco-bilateral
binomial relationships,
Dipolar co-arising Both/And feelings
and bipolar differentiating Either/Or cognitions,
mutually assured resonance
more than antagonistic dissonance,
war,
violence,
anthro-supremacist continuance
of self/other punishing violence
against EarthClimate wealthy health.
she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candour yet tacit
“Free me to free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiating as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledypiggledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with an avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence” jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double-faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-sharp) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill-mannered, bad-tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant