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S - Sunsets and sunrises are all the best that this world can offer
P - Parading of the many opportunities that breathe for us, so like
R - Reasons to shed off our gloomy masks and share the happiness with
E - Everybody else, as what would be the point of existing if not to enjoy of our stay
A - And accrue in spirituality, devoting ourselves to paint smiles on others and to
D - Dance amidst floods, with a jolly laugh in our hearts, ready to
I - Invite in our beings, God Himself, so happy and cheery at the way we deal with
N - Nothing as it makes itself appear as being our everything, our whole, our cause,
G - Going even to the extent of having us forget the essence of the divine!
H - Happiness is a word which is so misunderstood, so underrated, that we have been
A - Attracted to its opposite, forsaking the fact that our hearts and minds are fragile and
P - Prone to breakdowns if we load them too much with negative
P - Points, all being simply the arrows that the evil lurking in shadows hurls at us,
I - In spite of the fact that as elevated individuals, we have in us, knowledge of the subtle,
N - Noble and ecstatic, capable of gifting us with the boons of
E - Eternity, rolling us in feelings of well being and in the tunes of happy
S - Songs, lifting up our moods and having us smile from the depths of our
S - Souls, yes, come, and be like me!
Comrades, do you believe in heaven or hell surely? For this question, people like me, answer yes politely
I strongly believe in life after death mythologically Those who lived honorable on the earth naturally
After death,a good soul will fly to heaven successfully
The Soul is everywhere and in everything ,invisibly.
A good soul is welcomed by the angels actually
Which waits for him or her at the gate of heaven visibly
Heaven is a gift or award given people cordially. Who does good deeds on the earth as a human definitely Dishonorable person will go to hell truly.
Who is received by demons or evils eagerly
which wait for him or her at hell's entrance unwillingly. Punishment is given to the people coporally Who does wrong deeds on earth inhumanly
Do good while existing on the earth loyally
Don't bother about the heaven or hell merely
A good deed is advocated by all the religions strictly No one is ready to support the wrong deeds silly Understand the moral of the mortal journey promptly.
Immortality reigns in the land of the living
opening its windows for Life to close its doors.
So much evil, chewing the helpless human flesh
senses of sight and smell condemned
with hearing and feeling greatly exaggerated.
Mobile forces with intentions so evil
carrying deadly plans and missions
not waiting for their waters to break
scavenge for anything with life like corrupt investigators.
For a hundred predatory tongues, blood is the only meal
outrunning the spirited out-runner
chasing like a hundred chariots with tireless limbs.
Terror suffocates confidence
and smells terribly like a bad odour.
Existing shadows in thick darkness
whispers in baritone, of an intimidating forest
in a crunch contest between the winds and the spirits.
Silence also gives so much noise
imaginations get obese with steroids-overdose.
Trembling manifest as man’s original creation
and each scream gives out a thousand echoes.
So alone in the hollow of death’s joker
one surely raging, painful and slow
producing a gentle lay in a casket of poisonous spiders.
In my physical world on this planet Earth
Existing in the Northern Hemisphere
I see the beauty of four seasons pass
Like Winter's white, the pastel Spring reborn
Then Summer's vibrant blooms and varied greens
Give in to Autumn's spree of red and golds
I smell the brisk cold air of Winter days
And scents of soup and stew complete the joy
Yet come the Spring, the air is filled with balm
That summer blooms fulfill with perfumed air
To shift the cycle soon to Autumn's bliss
with smells of warm fruit pies and burning leaves
Oh yes, touched by the sting of Winter air
the icy cold of wind and snow outdoors.
And then by Spring's warm breeze that renews hope
To soon feel Summer's balm of beach and pool
Make ready for the cooling Autumn days
To feel the warmth of bonfires once again
I hear the Winter winds that blizzards howl
The steady April rains that nurture Spring
The booming thunderstorms of Summer's fling
And Autumn's sounds of harvest in the fields
Thankful for senses as these seasons fill
My blest physical world on this planet Earth
[REVISED 2024 April 04]
Shinar, some know as Mesopotamia, others as Assyria,
near the Euphrates River, a midday sun cast doubts of
a weakened shade made idle by the pause of its agile
host, named Nimrod, son of Cush, grandson of Ham,
and Noah's great-grandson. No sign of depletion, hence
the shade returns to motion.
Nimrod is the soul ruler of the land of Shinar, host to
several ancient cities, one was called, Babel. Scripturally,
Nimrod was said to be a great hunter, and that would be
the length of it. Jewish and Christian texts are not able
to agree whereupon Nimrod's entry into the historical
record books other than what has been escribed in the
scriptures of the Talmud and the Bible, albeit, elements of
foreign records have cluttered historical accountabilities
and further strengthened pre-existing ambiguities, thusly,
a genre of conjectures misleads, and misinterpretations,
have made authenticity and accuracy to remain divided.
There are numerous variances, such as those accounts
between Jewish and Islamic customs or beliefs from
generation to generation, concerning Nimrod's and of
Abraham's first encounter, from that of a subliminal
meeting of minds, to the simplicity of a gnat that had
overwhelmed the mighty forces of Nimrod's army by
entry into his brain's that affected his abilities.
The accounts of Josephus concerning King Amraphel
whom Abraham did battle in Genesis, was Nimrod. The
Tower of Babel was built by the people whom King
Amraphel, being Nimrod, had ruled, and by that being
such, gave rise to Nimrod ordering the building of the
Tower in Babel. The Christian Bible does naught mention
that other than he, Nimrod, was a great hunter. I
believe it would have stabilize Josephus' claims.
Knowledge is the key in this modern world
the truth can neither deceive nor be deceived
a fractured coil has so many errors to put right
very hard to know where to start or begin directing
powdering over them dusting every cobweb in years researching
My God as so big and so strong and so mighty
There is nothing my God cannot do
to be brutally honest from the heart existing
banks are now disguised as a country stealing wealth
I do not understand a vast majority of people these days
there is no point in beating around the bush with tender words
it feels like one has entered a different world filled with bitterness
everything revolves around hating something or someone
The silence is deafening when you use a bit of logic
anti social has used a net covering putting a blanket over facts
deeper and deeper they sink beneath human dignity
No respect for Wisdom challenging them to a debate without conflict
to learn is to be quick to listen when instructing the ignorant speaks with volume cowards
quite as a mouse then will begin to listen under troubled gnashing teeth
lost cursing is their only educated reply throwing a few blind personal words in reply of the subject
declaring war under radical terms examined without foundations
We cannot undo the past we need to fact check what lies ahead of us
St Agustine of Hippo said
People hate the Truth for the sake of whatever it is they love more than the truth
they love truth when it shines warmly on them and hate it when it rebukes them
Faith is to believe what you do not see
the reward of Faith is to see what you believe
Jehovah is our righteousness
the Lord Himself is He
creator of all things existing
died for our sins on a tree
This one is all righteous
totally and fully in every way
pure unspotted from the world
our salvation He did pay
Righteousness describes our Lord
completely in His righteous shield
protecting us from the devil's darts
with His double edged sword ready to wield
Jehovah Tsidkenu our righteousness
our Lord Jesus the righteous king
imputing His righteousness alone
for that godly elect of His choosing
AUTHOR NOTES:The Lord our Righteousness (Jeremiah 23:6 Isaiah 61:1-11 KJV)
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The children in their designer clothes giggle and chatter as they explore the gleaming play area of this pleasant place,
Whilst mums discuss the latest fashion at the same texting their friends about nothing in particular,
This is a safe and beautiful world of opportunity and prosperity, a world of advantage and plenty,
And yet, just a short distance across the hills is an unknown world which is so very, very different.
A cold northern wind bites into the soul as it drives down streets and buffets corners,
An ancient car splutters to life, coughs its way up a desolate street and wheezes to a halt at a red light,
Crumbling facades of once-elegant buildings shower concrete confetti onto those below,
High street shops used to hum to the tune of every trade but are now dominated by charity and emptiness.
This is a sadly familiar traditional world of stereotypes and deprivation,
Worn out people with life-weary looks trudge the streets of despair,
Once-working men with haunted faces and sunken eyes linger on street corners,
As women in well-worn clothes plod home carrying plastic bags of two-for-one brands.
In this place there is no colour, no current fashion, no smiles and no rosy future,
Just a sense of existing, toiling, surviving and heart-felt sadness,
The hopes and dreams of fresh-faced youth have been replaced with an acceptance of inevitable disappointment,
A melancholy aura pervades even on the sunniest of days.
As the edge of this place beckons the grey clouds of despair lift,
The manicured landscape of prosperity emerges on the horizon,
But to those in this place it is simply a mirage of bounty beyond their reach,
Society seems a facile whole with two worlds that we cruelly allow to coexist.
The Edge Of Darkness
Standing at the edge of darkness
I wonder where the light is
No shadows
No stars
Not even the band of gold which follows a sunset
Before me there is simply nothing
Behind me everything I knew is gone
No longer existing even in my memory
There are no grays or blues
Not even differing shades of black
Sounds of screams
Shrieks of pain travel an eternity before they reach me
Yet, no matter how I strain I cannot see their source
Before long I sit on what I assume is rock
My senses trick me
Making me see things that are not there
Never were there
Yet, sitting in the total darkness I am content
There is no one to hurt me
No one to lie to me
No one to leave me
As far as I can tell pain and hurt is centuries away
Knowing that one thing
I can finally be happy just sitting in the dark