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there's a whole lot of shaking going on and you're all shook up
but that is how life is when you drink from God's cup
life can take unexpected turns and have you all spun around
just remember who's in control and has the power to settle life down
now Paul and Silas were in prison for simply preaching the gospel
but after praying to God He then did the impossible
when life has you all shook up you need to stand back and sit still
don't be negative, have a little talk with God and then wait on His will
continue to do what is required of you and trust in God to show you a plan
for God can open new doors in a way you might not even understand
but that's okay as the word of God says to lean not towards your own understanding
but to wait for the will of God to intercede and to do what the Spirit is demanding
if you have a relationship with God He might shake up your normal routine
to take you out of your comfort zone and into a place you've never seen
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what is best when it comes to your destiny
accepted beliefs, traditional concepts and that's how it's always been done
but a whole lot of shaking will be going on and your faith may be under the gun
sop forget those accepted beliefs and let God guide you along
allow Him to shake things up and put you where He knows you belong
as no weapon formed against you will prosper nor come to fruition
allow the will of God to shake things up and put you in a better position
now the adversary also has the power to shake things up in your life
just recognize the enemy for what he is and then call on the power of Christ
a young girl who was demon possessed had caused a riot to manifest
with lies told against Paul and Silas they found themselves under arrest
but Paul and Silas did not possess the spirit of fear
for they knew that the Lord God would always be there
so at the midnight hour when all hell tends to break out
that's when to the Lord our God Paul and Silas did pray and shout
and lo and behold God answered their call
an earthquake occured and shook the prison walls
then all the cell doors flew open
and all the shackles were then broken
for when the praises to God go up the blessings of the Lord come down
and there will be a whole lot of shaking going on
but that's okay you're on sacred ground
I WAS ROME - MING THROUGH TIME.
WHEN I PASSED THROUGH A DOOR.
I WAS PART OF THE CLOUD ,
OBSERVING A WAR.
FREEDOM RIGHTS AND PRIVACY
WERE HANGING BY A THREAD.
LEGAL PROPAGANDA
BEING DRILLED INTO FOLKS HEADS.
PRIVACY IS A FRAGILE WORD.
ESPECIALLY WHEN I KNOW ,
EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAID ,
THOUGHT , HEARD OR TOLD.
GOTTA LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SAY,
THERE IS NOTHING I NEED TO HIDE.
THAT'S UNTILL I EXPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU SIMPLY CAN NOT DENY.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
GOES BEYOND THE SCOPE.
MANIPULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
HAS THE SAME EFFECT AS DOPE.
IF YOUR SUGGESTION CREATES IDEALS
THAT BENEFIT THE CORPORATION,
YOUR SURELY GOING TO GO ALONG
WITH NO NEED FOR EXPLANATION.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
INCLUDES THE FOODS YOU EAT.
IF BIG AGRA SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR YOU
TO JUSTIFY , YOU REPEAT.
OWNING WHAT YOU NEED TO GROW.
CORPORATIONS PATENT , AND SELL TO YOU.
GOVERNMENT , BLINDLY , GOES ALONG
AND THE POPULOUS , HAS NO CLUE.
KNOWING THINGS THAT FRIGHTEN YOU
LIKE HATRED , WARS AND CRIMES.
GOVERNMENT HAS TO PLAY ALONG
IN THE FORNICATION GAME OF MINDS.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY
INCLUDES SETTING PEOPLE UP.
IF ORGANIZED CRISIS ARE EXPOSED
THE COMPROMISED COVERUP.
ANOTHER WAY OF INVADING PRIVACY
IS STEALING PEOPLE'S TIME.
THE COMPLICIT AND COMPROMISED
CREATE CHAOS OF YOUR MIND.
MEANING THIS AND SAYING THAT
CLAIMING WRONG IS RIGHT.
WHEN CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED
DEPLETES YOUR TIME TO FIGHT.
WHEN WEAK. , TIRED AND GIVING IN.
METAPHORICALLY , THE SHIP IS SINKING.
YOU WILL RELINQUISH "ALL" PRIVACY
DRINK WHAT THE REST ARE DRINKING
ONCE DEPENDANT ON CORPORATION
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN HIDE.
CORPORATIONS NO LONGER NEED YOU,
YOU BECOME RAWHIDE.
IT STARTS OUT WITH YOUR PRIVACY
WITHOUT NOTICE , YOU LOSE YOUR RIGHTS
THAT'LL BE THE END , OF SOVEREIGNTY
AS HUMANITY, GIVES UP ON THE FIGHT.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IMPLANTS
FOR SURE , THERE'S NO WAY OUT.
DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
THEY'LL OWN YOU , WITHOUT A DOUBT.
YOU'RE PRESENTLY IN A LIFETIME ,
GUIDED BY SOCIOPATHS.
IF YOU DARE , DISAGREE WITH THEM
YOUR DISCARDED JUST LIKE TRASH.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE , DELETES
AND SENSORS , VITAL INFORMATION.
IN OTHER WORDS , THE PSYCHOPATHS
CONTROL YOUR DESTINATION.
Michael E. Harris
01192023
THE CONCERT
The members of the orchestra had each gone to his chair;
The audience was waiting now for the conductor there.
And when he stepped on to the stand, applause was heard, and then
He lifted up his white baton and music soon began.
It started out quite beautiful, each person played his part,
But soon some went on their own way; they thought they were
more smart.
Some put their music on the floor and stopped playing at all,
While others stared around the room at all the lights and walls.
Some started playing other tunes, some played too sharp or flat,
Some even talked among themselves, some even got in spats!
The leader was beside himself, not knowing what went wrong,
For he had planned this concert night for oh, so very long.
And now he was embarrassed by the actions of the band;
He tried to calm confusion there by raising up his hand.
The members of the orchestra just went their separate ways
Each thinking they were doing right with music they did play.
The audience was quite disturbed, for what they came to see
Was surely not a show like this confusing, sad melee!
This story is a parable of Christendom today:
We started out as one in Christ, but each went his own way.
Denominations, sects, and cults, all claiming to be right,
But all they do is disagree on everything and fight.
We can’t agree which Bible is God’s word for us today;
We can’t agree on how to sing and sometimes how to pray.
We can’t agree on baptism, security, or gifts;
It’s sad to see how very far from early truths we drift!
And some have even now denied the basic gospel truth
That many died for in those days of the church’s early youth.
They say that Jesus was not God, the blood was not required,
Or say that there are other books that God has now inspired.
They say that hell is just the grave, that Mary is the way,
That purgatory is a place where we could go someday.
Yes, many doctrines have crept in; just like that concert hall,
It’s hard for many to believe there’s any truth at all!
Yet our Conductor wants us back! We have a job to do!
If we would follow as He leads, what impact we could view!
It’s time we got back to the Lord, Conductor of our life,
And put away these selfish ways and arguments and strife!
It’s time to come back to God’s word, not ideas of man,
And follow our Conductor, Christ, and trust His guiding hand!
What did she say when you told her you still loved me?
Did she turn away or try to disagree
Did you think about her or how she would be?
No you were only thinking about me.
She stands there now, all alone
Facing her fears of the unknown
Turning her head on what she's once known
Realizing now, she's on her own
With no one around to help her choose
She stands her ground, not ready to lose
Her head held high while hearing the news
To accept her fate, she must refuse
She tries and tires with all her might
To win you back every night
She has no plans to give up the fight
Any hope is out of sight
Her heart is now filled with hatred
Will all the love that you desecrated
With just that one sentence that you stated
Her entire life is now dated
Did you ever stop and try to think,
Just how far she would sink?
How close she was to the brink?
Or how it could all end with just one drink?
Just one drink to end all the pain
Just one little sip to break the chain
Just one to do the job, to her disdain
Just one and she will die in vain.
You don't even care to attend her funeral
To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel
How could you be such a fool?
You don't even know of the fire you've fueled.
You come to my door and ring the bell
You send thousands of messages to my cell
Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell
But for all I care you can just go right on to hell
I don't want you anymore you Silly boy
I am no longer your stupid little toy
As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy
Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed.
I am my own person without you
I no longer rely on your every move
I am no longer clueless on what to do
I know now I can move on to someone new.
As for the girl that you threw aside
I hope you think of her every time you cry
You're the whole reason that she died
If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side.
She would have loved you the way you love me
But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see
I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea
So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me
I hope you drown in your misery
Thank God that sad little girl is finally free
Thank God I knew it was time to flee
This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.
when I gaze upon you,
I see not the skin,
I see not the shape,
I see not the size.
I see your light.
Radient from your chest,
the warm tint fits you best.
Placing a smile on my face
as trust begins to encase.
Pin-pointing the light.
Glowing so bright,
Your silly smile can add,
even when you are hurting and sad.
Then I see it.
On you they spit.
your light fades.
you crave for blades.
My hands shake,
how dare they make
your light dim.
My rage begins to brim.
I know that look,
your joy they took.
Their words engrave themselves upon your skin
Beating you down, they want to win.
Wiping their hurt upon your delicate heart.
fading light, my panic rises, the tears start.
Feet moving with out my permission
Their words churning my ignition.
I step between them and you.
Their anger flew.
Arms strait out,
I'll take their blowout.
for they can't see
how beautiful you can be.
They cant hurt my light.
Not when this is my fight.
My eyes hold strong,
because their words are wrong.
I remeber their words to me
How I didn't even disagree.
the long nights alone,
making my skin atone.
Remembering the rope necklaces,
all of the fake faces.
The tears cried in pain,
wanting for life to abstain.
I stand,
nothing they say can land.
for I fight for a cause
to make your pain pause.
When no reaction will come,
The leave saying 'no fun',
I turn to you
and tell you its not true.
I hold you tight
Strengthening your light
Those words are but a blight
This is our fight.
I will pull you off every ledge you stand on,
No matter how dark, there will still be a dawn,
So let that light shine bright,
Let your soul take flight.
You are stronger than you know,
this is a temparary woe,
So dont let your light go.
This is your life,
so lay down the knife
You'll make it through this strife.
And when you do
No one will shine as bright.
there won't be another loney night.
For you won your fight.
Stay strong,
stay brave.
Don't let them take your light
This is all of our fight.
You can win.
"Never let them take the light behind your eyes"
(My Chemical Romance)
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Listen to the songs:
Light behind your eyes - My Chemical Romance
Optional:
Sunrise - Our last night
Stand in the Rain - Superchick
Fight - All Good Things
A Letter To Trump
you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your invory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just ***** and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree
where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more pot shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?
“Lenny”----- Woman who you talking to;
Like I’m some sort of fool;
And why you got to raise your voice;
Like there’s nothing I can do?
“Sue”---- It’s you at whom I’m talking at;
It’s simple as all that;
And my point it must be amplified;
Because your ears seem covered by your hat
“Lenny” ----- Look it here miss short ****;
When I put you to your knees;
You might be chocking on those words;
And fighting for a breeze.
“sue”--- Oh really Mr. moldy pants;
Is that something from Art Crumb?
You’re just jealous of my toy;
But you like it when I’m done.
“Lenny”--- So now we’re talking posit traction huh?
But it’s sure to cause a wreck;
And the one thing that I notice was;
It can’t pick up the check
“Sue” Why do we dance this twisted tango;
To this song called stand by me;
And we’re always looking for the truth;
But we always disagree.
“Lenny”--- I don’t know what the answers are;
But please don’t go away;
Without you there’s an emptiness;
That kills me slow each day.
“Sue”--- Fine but No more floating like a butterfly;
Or stinging like a bee;
I know you’re just a stubborn fellow;
But you’re where you’re supposed to be.
“Lenny”--- I know you’re right my lovely;
But I can’t help myself
I keep wondering how I got so lucky;
But I’ll stick it in a bottle now; and keep it on the shelf.
Nothing to see so little to hear
speak and be silenced.
Smells peculiar...
Are my thoughts even mine?
Everything is glorious in the shadows of night
Bright lights that dim truth all sparkle and dreamy
City of savage fun and instant pleasures
The day breaks and the shadows slither
numb brains and worn out souls
drugged eyes burn by the sun light
awaken into the reality that the pleasure palace of night
is the decaying cesspool overflow of Hades slum.
Those crystal Babel towers shatter into the shantytowns of reality.
A little light shines a lotta truth.
Freedom
What happen to our revolution to make all equal before the law
Every one with opportunity to succeed
Success that benefited your fellow man
But now it feeds the greed
The richest one percent take over ninety percent of the worlds wealth
and they want the rest of it.
Babies are consider disease, there is a sick celebration and evil joy
for every aborted innocent life. What did the baby do?
The same people move Heaven and earth to protect
the wicked life of a mass murderer and loathe the victims
Sick people, very sick.
Justice only for the unjust.
Questions will be unanswered, other opinions shouted down
Disagree be mocked ridiculed and ostracize, Challenge be imprisoned.
One way, One voice One thought
all others crushed until they conform or die
Destroy the richness of past cultures
Deny the truths of Holiness, erase ideas of wisdom and knowledge,
Twist and confuse the spirit of youth
make them doubt their very gender and pervert their souls to Hell
War for profit, constant war to wear out and wean the will to live
That seductive siren's song beating the drums of war
replacing the heartbeats of young to march in rhythm of death
Media reports nothing but sensationalizes hate and propaganda
Opinions never news, feelings never facts, stupidity never truth
Talking heads with talking points, personalities with non information
Enough is enough
one lone voice reverberates through the wilderness
echos into the winds, blowing through each village, community
sweeps into towns and cities till everyone each person unites
revolution smolders, freedom brews , ideas simmer
overflowing for justice for dignity for reason
Liberty is calling
masses answer
His will be done
We shall be free
Amen.
I
A right became an unexpected left;
Nothing more important than subliminal
country miles that pulled me forward,
no destination or thought to why,
just my surprise. Some ten miles gone,
I felt a ray of grace; the reason
for this race, and as I chased a trace
of errant time – I thought of a line.
I felt a now in my existence,
and shared a smile with the corn silk
light that fed my way, and the wind
that blew the hair around my face.
A chance to share some thoughts of mine,
Within the realm of reason, street and rhyme.
II
Once upon a time, in Everyday,
the minutes and hours of the human
condition, the hopes and dreams, sadness
and screams, the cries of sedition,
the plight of the lost, intolerance
and ignorance, expressions of love
for country and man, were duly recorded
by a poet's hand, a composer who scored the lay
of the land. And mouth to ear, where needed,
we shared his composition, in celebration
of the word's intended mission-
food for thought. And then it stopped.
We gave poetry away to obscurity,
to the teachers of form and craft,
who slipped overboard in their zeal
to define the titles for the times,
of what is a "must read", for greed,
and intellectualizing need,
to feed their egos and their jobs.
Indeed.
With speed, they redefined
and refined the voice of inspiration;
imagination served with a mutant strain
of peas. Poetry beyond the realm
of good digestion, the cause
of painful indigestion in the mind.
They built a world of poetry,
that will never sing a child to sleep;
Mutant peas engender nightmares
in the young.
III
She said,
"I love the way my body moves when I read Seuss."
(For any traditional poet, this mom's good news)
"But what of street, the beat and passion;
the march of voices crying to be heard,
the visualizations from a well-wrapped word?
Can you read one and exclude the other;
is it all about the prize and what's in fashion?"
"No, it's about what I like. Last night,
I drank in Whitman's leaves, with a little
Shakespeare chaser. and tonight, I might
guzzle Ginsberg and savor Kerouac
like a fine wine in meandering
subconscious streams."
Who could disagree with her taste in words?
So I drank a little more Baudelaire and went
to sleep myself.
Form:
It's that time of the night again
It's the time of the night where everyone else I know is asleep and I am awake
I think about the day we met
I think about the day you left
I think about every moment we had that I loved
And every moment that I hated
You had me wrapped around your finger
You had me on a leash like a dog
Everyone said we were whipped
But I disagree
Is it called being whipped when you are simply doing the person you love a favor
Or when you hold open the door
Or when you go out of your way to make them happy?
I don't think so
I call that love
You had me in love
You trapped yourself in my heart
Never to escape
I try to set you free but the lock is too strong
Your words echo in my mind
I hear you say "I love you"
Then I hear you say "I hate you"
I feel the knife slowly being shoved into my chest
I can feel my body collapsing
Those words begin to loop
I love you
I hate you
I love you
I hate you
Which is it?!
Do you love me or do you hate me
And just like the words in my head
We are running on a loop
We keep coming back again and again
And then we leave again and again
It's like we want to let go but we can't
I have made everyone believe that I could never love you again
I have made everyone believe that you are the tire tracks behind my car
My parents hate you
My friends hate you
Everyone I know hates you
But I don't
I could never hate you
Because you see
You still have me tied on that leash
You still have me wrapped around your finger
But see I'm naive
You could tell me you loved me and I'd believe it
Because you told me you loved me for a year and I trusted what you said
And now you know
My brain is a bipolar cycle
I love you
I hate you
My brain is stuck on that loop
That never ending loop that makes me believe that I'm done with you
That I hate you
But I don't
Cause see it comes right back
Telling me that I don't hate you
That I need you
But see I don't
Because you are just the guy I see in the hall way
The one I pass everyday
You are the guy I had a past with
But we could never have what we had before
And I think that it's time that we both saw that
Before we get hurt again and again.