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idi amin; hitlers sins..stalin pharoah ceaser many geezers
Primed with power, poor agendas always a lender' tied together masses heavy levered; watching' the gates and schwab scoros schwartzenegger.colin powel mengle mussolini and xi. I'm out on on putin..yet no disputing..'No
War is peaceful.' Many descriptions sow deceitful.' Poor
White people..Poor black people..Take the burdens observe
Not the curtain' (or woven web) world net..Spider set?
Marvel do you? Yet maybe not? That information speeds.'plans in feeds? For Nations mediums false-prophet-less.) Souless! Attack the wholeness..Human need
Not bettered by greed' I also address one point.' I confess
That might be right? Of all above brokers above ( most are
White) priviledged white people? Some Swiss are ' or other?
And if that changes? Will there still be grift.? I call for
Jesus..Who alone can lead us ' suffered while in power.)
So fine His mission.' Deep decision..Religion is broken.' By
His body By His pain. He who walked the earth..Who smashed the reins.' Now hell is open..Look and see.' Turn
Away don't take part..Let His Love set you free.!
In secret depths, hidden from the world's eyes,
Demons and gods struggle in a silent battle,
Untamed powers, captive in my own being,
Disputing their place in an eternal dance of suffering.
Like ghostly shadows, demons lurk in corners,
Whispering sweet temptations that lure and torture me,
They are hidden desires, unfaced fears,
Feeding on my insecurity, leaving me broken and tormented.
The gods, on the other hand, shine with a pale light,
They are noble aspirations, unfulfilled dreams,
But I keep them locked, chained by the fear of failure,
And thus, their power remains unexpressed, turning into bitter regrets.
In a continuous flow of thoughts, I struggle between these two worlds,
Demons pull me down, towards darkness and despair,
Gods call me up, towards light and hope,
But I remain captive in the middle, in a purgatory of indecision.
Like a river carving its way through a narrow gorge,
So flow my thoughts, troubled and turbulent,
Passing from burning desire to paralyzing doubt,
From grand dreams to petty fears.
Demons and gods, in a continuous dance,
Fight for my soul, for the mastery of my mind,
And I am the battlefield, the stage where this inner war unfolds,
A war without end, a struggle without victory.
But deep in my soul, I know that true power lies in balance,
In embracing both demons and gods,
In recognizing their presence and channeling their energy,
To create a symphony of being, a harmony of opposites.
For in this embrace of duality, I will find liberation,
I will break the chains that hold me captive and become the master of my own destiny,
I will be both man and god, both darkness and light,
And I will dance through life to my own rhythm, without fear and without regrets.
Times have changed at such a fast rate
With technology I don’t understand
I feel like an alien in my own world
Im so completely out of date!
Oh, for the simple days of little frustration
When the t.v had four channels and it was free
You had to physically turn the t.v knob
Disputing who’s turn it was to get up and change the station
When the family phone was attached to a wall
For the whole family to use
It was big ,clunky with a rotary dial
And all it could do was call
When a camera was used to take photos
That had a film roll inside
To take to the chemist to get developed
In either “matt or gloss” to pick up in a week or so
When correspondence was hand written or typed
Enclosed in an envelope with stamp then mailed
Music was played on a record player or radio
Dishes were hand washed and wiped
Now it’s all computerised
With passwords and codes
Beeping, flashing and telling you NO
Kept in clouds in the sky!!
I know technology and progress are a need
And one has to move with the times
There are so many positives and benefits
But I miss those uncomplicated , simple days indeed!
The hole is deeper than one can imagine yet
& still they want to dig
Put down the shovel & avoid the trouble for the
whole of the game is surely rigged
An enemy seen through wise eyes can never be
viewed as a friend
Their disguise has been uncovered as you've
discovered the source of hidden sins
This is a warning for those that come against with
ridiculous reasons for wicked acts
The All is seeing what's behind the scenes so there's
no disputing solid facts
An act of malice will be rewarded in kind by an
unforgiving higher source
In that moment hopefully they see it's a direct result of
their show of force
This course of action must be averted in order to
avoid the darkened path
Maybe they'll see the light at the end of the road as
they recover from the aftermath
The math isn't mathing & it's adding up to more karma
to be paid by indebted souls
I wonder when they'll see the juice isn't worth the
squeeze & the latter is served bitter cold
Not every judge uses a gavel & some are cloaked in
unassuming robes
Please pray for the souls that lack the sense & don't
know they're digger a deeper hole
There was once this man. Let’s call him Ted,
Twenty-four-by-seven happy made;
Good lord, isn’t it too odd?
I almost see Him nod,
One happy all the time’s nigh but dead!
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This year’s World Happiness Report: If India is not among the top ten, we understand, nor if almost at the bottom. Without disputing it, perhaps what is measured is wellness. But is not too much wellness boring? True happiness is hard to be measured. I feel happiness hangs little with GDP, comforts of life and the like, it being a state of mind. Okay, but this ditty has a different take. He, happy all the time is nigh but dead! ______________________________________________________
Happenings, humour | 20.03.2017 |
Here the apostle Paul speaks to exhort
the beloved of the Lord to be his light
for this world needs the living gospel
God's His own to obedience so right
The Lord's free gift of salvation has a price
Jesus paid that price on Calvary's cross
His obedience there for us to follow on
to neglect His inspired word is our loss
Remember God works in you looking on
so you need your salvation to be at work
in fear and trembling to be like Jesus
be workers for the Lord never to shirk
May your marks be without blemish
as blameless and innocent children of God
to shine God's light deep into this world
hold fast to God's word unite in sweet accord
Rejoice and be glad to be in Christ
look to the day of Christ and be proud
to be a sacrificial offering of faith
be faithful always so to Christ abound
("Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.
Do all things without grumbling or disputing, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, holding fast to the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain. Even if I am to be poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all. Likewise you also should be glad and rejoice with me.")
Philippians 2: 12-18 (ESV)
A different weapon conceived in Wuhan
A Poisoned Jab?
Don't ask me.
The sky is no longer brilliant with the tint of Truth
A strange world this,
These covert crime overlooked by justice.
communism seeks dominance by invention,
Pollutes the air, subjecting all to speculations,
The Marxist shuts her door from investigation.
A gas inhaled needing a cure,
The media accomplice for dictators.
Pharmaceutical rushed to the lab with different names,
A greed controlled world.
opinion censored to stiffen logical thinkers.
disputing every solution to offer their Greek gift,
And the guessing of bourgeois with synthetic substance.
in less than a year,
human experiment called a Vaccine.
no time to observe efficacy.
Celebrities rushed for Jabs for the Camera
advertising to lure the hesitant intelligent,
The media invades homes with propaganda.
globalist compelling all by Force.
luring the greedy with a flat-out Bribe
Take vaccine and win a Million dollars, they say.
Close your brain as you wear imposed Mask
disfigured beauty stigmatized by unverified suspicions.
Suddenly the Origin of Corona are Okay.
Wuhan and the entire China are Covid free with closed door.
China dictates global economy by obstruction,
Just a Button from a Lab,
globalist becomes advocates for Vaccines,
denying you of Voluntary consent,
The first Jab becomes a second Jab,
Then a Third being conceived,
Oh! you still have it after the Vaccine they say,
Of what use is it then?
A question you must not ask.
Then they began a naming ceremony to confuse us.
Alpha,
Beta,
Gamma,
Delta they say.
From
censorship,
to propaganda,
Then shaming,
after that bonanza or Bribery,
gradually they take your rights away through cohesion and Force.
As china Laugh the world to stupor.
Is China winning a war without a gun?
Think! think! think again.
Your melody whispers, "Stay,"
Grazing me all the way deep to my depths' deep,
Breathing closely, closer into my blues, a clever wheeze.
Like a callow breeze, I feel it deeper in my soul,
Caressing my heart in every part, making me whole.
O, please, will you be my Kazungula bridge, so strong and true?
Will you be there for me when I need you, through and through?
When I need to feel you to the inner deepness, like Mambo's reggae strings,
That bit to my inner deepness, disputing my choice of wings.
Will you be my Seboba water rapids, rushing wild and free?
To hold me well-held in devious holders, undreamt of, yet to be.
In your gentle touch, I find my peaceful nest,
A refuge from life's turmoil, where love is at its best.
Your melody, a balm, soothes my troubled mind,
A symphony of love, that forever will be aligned.
Like a river's flow, your love will never cease,
A constant presence, that brings me to my knees.
In your embrace, I find my home, my heart's desire,
A love that's pure and true, that sets my soul on fire.
So, will you be my Kazungula bridge, my guiding light?
Will you be there for me, through the dark of night?
When I need to feel you, to the inner deepness of my soul,
Will you be my Seboba water rapids, making my heart whole?
Form:
When we snuggle up close, my heart melts:
as a warm sensation flows through me.
We are both caring, sensual souls,
deeply in love; that's easy to see.
You're my dream, my hope, my everything;
I don't know what I'd do without you.
Your love is the light that parts the dark,
and with a gentle hand, guides me through.
There's no doubt lingering in my heart;
I love you more than mere words can say.
There is no disputing a feeling:
that keeps getting stronger every day.
I trust you with the keys to my heart,
for you're the caretaker of my soul.
The eternal half that completes me:
the one that loves me and makes me whole.
Spontaneously sharing a smile,
we confirm our love with every kiss.
Our harmony is remarkable,
for the feelings we share transcend bliss.
Super Power, control society desire
Shoving their wicked ways
They call me racist, gays splatters screens
Babies birth of woman, not two men at play
Disputing the foundation, bible bleeds, ancestors turn
Skip this word, it's ok they say hypocritical
Why many fall to disease, famine world
Yet, my belief of racist being, color I see not
Protest brings anger, war rage evil
A call for dignity, human rights trampled beneath
Corruption in all parties, no judgement same
People just say, therefore guilty before innocent
Where is freedom, as you rip God, flag & country
Mankind destruction, we negotiate with terrorists
Drug Lords power, money rules greed control
People dying early days graves are dug
Civilization, fallen through cracks like water
If this be tomorrow, may tomorrow never come
Victim of society's push to be what's not
Except that of themselves cry the wolf
They are the racist that we bleed hate
Many different flesh, animals go extinct
Are you like the other or different you claim
Sanctuary in yourself, why do you follow
Except to be part of world, not yourself
You had choice the same as they choose
Even tadpole are life before become a frog