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Standing on the pier one sunny day,
Santa Barbara was sunny, and many children were on the beach at play.
I realized that a lot of blessings I've been given,
It felt good that I had everything and I had a life worth living.
The salt air filled the day along with a calm breeze,
Smelling the scent of salt and the crashing waves on the beach made me very at
ease.
God has fashioned a world that is majestic in it's scope,
Beautifully painted put together for us and it's no joke.
Take a good look around, take a good look and see,
Masterfully painted for us to enjoy a world made for you and me.
We as humans (not all), see our world being totally trashed,
Paper, cigarette butts, line up along the pillars that in itself is rash.
Unwittingly people don't think, and throw these items on the ground.
When just a few feet away there is a trash can, they are all around.
Why do people do this? When they fail to stop, think and see,
That the first rain storm sends all of this trash to the open sea.
Take a minute if you would and think? Reflect if we all did the same thing,
Our oceans would become a large toilet and what diseases it would bring.
Our Lord is wrathful, angry, seeing His masterpiece, His planet, being abused.
On this pier I reflect how fragile our oceans are, and I'm not at all amused.
Water on the planet is becoming more and more harder to find,
Clean water is becoming scarce, our race (Human), is really in a bind.
Nations shortly will go to war over this precious gift, it will become harder to find.
Add droughts, famine, water shortages, and the lack of rain, we must be blind.
All will add to the suffering of our race, a cause of a lot of pain.
Because ignoring God's laws He'll hold back the much needed rain.
So please for all of our sons and daughters and for all our sakes,
Make sure to put your trash in the cans provided a minute is all it takes.
I'm sure the garbage in your homes go to the proper can,
Why trash the ocean and the earth with garbage, help out your fellow man.
A little bit of thought and conscious mind, is the right thing to do,
It will make our Lord happy, and it starts with people like me and you.
God gave us this masterpiece for us to enjoy, a place of His beauty,
So keeping trash off the ground, is our gift to Him and it's our Christian duty.
SONS MANIFEST!
In the beginning it was not so
Now the earth groan and humanity moan
Confusion rumble, all is berserk
Limits is stretched, yet it unbreak
In chains, cry many dreams
Oppression the wicked flaunts around
Denigrating, once a bright world
Who can rescue man again?
His pain, echoes unbearable
Which is the way out?
So obvious all groan and roam
How much is redemption?
Its price value is in his blood.
Are there sons in Zion?
Led and powered by the spirit?
I mean true sons from Zion
Yes! I have, all worthy and holy
Sons arise! Heal the world
Liberating the oppressed
Empowering the impoverished
Delivering the depressed
Oh my sons! The earth waits
Anticipating your manifestation
Sons manifest! Yes, manifest!
The fullness of my power
Bringing all to my tower
That my blessing, I will shower
Go display my worth
Liberate the world
Taking strong holds as territories
Establishing my authority and superiority
Manifest my name, same as my fame
Son manifest! Shrinking hell’s expansion
Lord, we will manifest as sons
Hoisting your banner of love
Not breaking our ranks, we will stand
A band of warriors, causing a change
Unleashing sealed destinies
Breaking ageless yokes
Your power alone, we will manifest
True sons, marked for excellence
Souls your heartbeat
We will catch as fish.
Go forth my sons, and manifest
Reconciling destinies to me
An impoverished world
As patched earth
Waits you as rain to reign
Like seed their liberty will sprout
Ending a circle, yet so vicious
My sons manifest!
Manifest my sons!
The world earnestly yearns and wait
Your triumphant landing
As my true sons
Sons again, manifest!
Author:The Holy Spirit.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede (chumfin4poem@yahoo.com )+2348037825027.
Written-10-2008; 6.30pm-11-26pm.
“The world earnestly await our manifestations as God’s sons, for our destiny must nourish
theirs”
Felix o joseph.
Form:
Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world
Will show its glory.
With its sweet demeanour,
It welcomes you all.
She shows its dark,
When you respond to its call.
It decimates the fallen
With it’s sweet chirp.
Its devours its beings
With out a burp.
The world is a trial,
Devoid of faith.
Its cunning ways
Suit the deniers of straight.
In the conniving world,
We are hopelessly lost.
The sweetness of eemaan
Has gone for a toss.
As shirk looms high,
Our fear prevails.
Our trivial heart,
Is behind many veils.
Once in a blue moon
In a chance encounter
We fall in prostration
And begin to ponder
The destitute of the world
Seem to give us bother
We decide for now that
The world needs a soother
But in truth,
We are bound.
Culture over faith,
And insane over sound.
With an almighty ego,
And a conspicuous mask
To crush our ‘self’
Is an onerous task
Yet so many times,
the warners cried.
The enemies are coming
With a crushing might
No proclamation
Could be more correct.
Yet not a word
Can we interpret.
We simply ridicule them
As the tales of the old
For the fire of the hell?
O how very bold!
Happy to submit
to anarchy and lawlessness
We are Joyous with the trend,
snobbish about our carelessness
Time will stop,
Culminating on the day.
When Allah will assemble,
The progeny of the clay.
Can we carry on like this?
Belittling ourselves every day.
We were created to worship
But deliberately went astray.
Life of this world,
Was shorter than a drop.
In my grave,
The time does not stop.
I surely cannot regret,
I definitely cannot repent.
My time is over,
My soul is spent.
Trust not the world
Submit to your lord
Except Allah,
There is no other God.
For the corrupt and evil,
Who are always running.
Who take no heed
To any counsel or warning.
Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world,
Will show its glory.
I saw the old priest all in black
walking to the small town church
on a chilly late October morn, bent against the wind
the mountains a backdrop to his back
a flock of birds flew over the trees
red and gold and green
and I thought to myself, what a life
what other road could this man have chose
to fill his dreams
I don't serve god, don't serve anyone
just live alone, what a life
just memories, I have no dreams
don't worry about god, don't worry about my soul
don't worry if the world is sick or old or cold
don't call no one brother, don't get down on my knees
don't raise my eyes to heaven, don't worry about anyone's needs
what other road could I have chose
to fill my dreams
the old man unlocks the door
alone with his god he genuflects to the floor
it's no the business it used to be
in his younger days or the days of old
what of his god, what of those souls
what of a world that goes from colder to cold
something's gone wrong, it's in the air
it's been there a while, no one cares
maybe it's god's turn my friend
to come back and show himself again
he's been riding the belief wave long enough
maybe he needs to come and show his stuff
to show he really cares
to show he's out there
and as he always says to himself
"they are mere mortals, what could you expect"
how can he still expect us to believe
how can he expect us on our knees
in a world that's weary, sad and sick
it's time to come back and do more tricks
the old man still prays
will be down on his knees
until his grave
he sees a world
worried and sick
he's lived long enough
to know it's tricks
he knows man will go many ways
until he's put down in his grave
"have mercy on us all"
the old man prays
Form:
Hello! Jesus, my old friend
I've come to talk to you again
To receive blessings in early mornin' light
After the night
No longer in a world of silence
The sun rises once again
From distance shores of other men
The sky holds dreadlocks of dark grey
But can't keep the Son away
My tears as rain comes down
For all the world's evil around
In this mornin' silence
Hello! Jesus, come again__ fill my heart
Let me weep and not condemn
Show me what I can do
I want my life to count so for you'
In this world of silence
The birds to you sing their praise
Thank you Father for today
Thank you so for all the food
For the sun and the moon
For the glories of the sky
Then the crows crawing near-by
The changing colors of the sky
For the sound of silence
The crows are so distrubed
Are they greeting the sun with words
As it's changing the sky from night
With colors so gloriously bright
The sky's sun casting magenta on the dreadlock clouds
Crows singing very loud
To the sound of silence
Are the timber cutters disturbing
The crow's roost
Those silhoeutted trees against the rose tinted clouds
Of the mornin' blue sky
That lift arms of praise to the sky
In the sound of silence
Roosters begin their tune of love
The tune that you gifted them to sing
In the mornin' silence
Ocean wave charcoal clouds
Jet streak going through
Mornin' silence is distrubed with a noise
In the mornin' silence
Clouds have changed to golden sand
Sun has risen again soon to heat the earth
Restoring leaves to green the trees
In the sound of silence
world premier of the day no one days
first the message of the travelling holiday to celebrate
the queen Following the pope
people playing paper rock scissors
just to have a turn to see what the pope would like them to do
like a game of murder by wink
the underground of your santa clause
the tail twister of this parade
The show everyone is a part of
here to make my mark
i refuse to work for a society picking on old ladies
making mothers widows and grieving over loss
ending up in poverty and overmedicated
how hard is it to walk in circles and shake hands
when there is soo much at risk
something about the worlds politics
two shoes for me to wear
walking around the world
changing lives
threat of a feat of unequal measure
like a one man army
understanding this curse
incentive to get going
from an emperors soul returned to be appeased for a huge injustice
the man made miracle like a time machine
a small piece of history left behind to repeat itself
in the shadow of your towns holiday
to be celebrated on the day they came to town
changing the world with god intentions
doing the pope a favor
will the queen pay for everything
hypnosis of your world in a sense
to smote your enemy
looking for the socio pathic hardcore manipulator
hired to care but cant
a story in which there are no nonbelievers
if i invited you to this would you come?
this is your second coming
apparently i'm all you got
All the while, worldly pleasures are before mine eyes;
My spirit says, with a tear welling in his eye and blood stained
Hands reminding me of his sacrifice, this world is not your home.
Your treasure and pleasure is eternal. The eyes deceive and
believe the human desire must be now...NOW! My chest aches
and knows that the spirit is guiding, but the human desires
wins another battle. My spirit weeps for all the lost battles.
The Spirit will be victorious over this world in a season...
Eternally victorious!
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I am but a mere pen that he uses to put down the words.
In the hopes- that his voice would be heard.
I have given you choices with which you could decide.
If you want to follow me, or choose to live a lie.
The world is full of promises that men will make to you
And there are so many broken, “ you know this much is true”.
We are living in a world where there is bitterness and hate
We’ve forgotten what it is to have a little faith.
HOPE, FAITH, LOVE are the three keys
As is THE FATHER, THE SON, THE HOLY GHOST
These are the things that you should treasure the most.
I have given you everything that you need to survive
And it will last throughout all time.
But you must stop destroying all that I’ve given you
Other wise the skies will be black, instead of blue.
The oceans will no longer be a greenish blue
For that has become polluted too.
The lands which have born food for you to eat
And the animals from which you get your meat.
Are also being destroyed by you.
How much more can I do?
If this world would join in unity
You will see a better world created by me.
I would take away your sickness and despair.
You just have to show “ that you care”.
Wars would become a thing of the past.
Peace is the thing that would last.
Hunger and famine, that would be erased too.
The three keys I have given to you.
And if you use them “depends upon you”.
You give me Everything I need
You make all things complete
You created life and all its building blocks
You make sense of the world and bring love to the hurting
You heal the hurting and bring them peace of mind
You care for your children through all time
You bring a smile to our faces for your redemption and for your Everlasting Life
You bring hope to all in all times of need
You turn our worlds upside down or at least bring us to a place of other worldliness
We are aliens in our own country, but we are in your world when it means the most
You discipline us so that we can be formed in your image with your guidelines and rules
We will remember your sacrifice and what it means in our lives
We will never be the same, we are transformed through your son Jesus Christ
We love our lives so that we can be found in You
You center our emotions and bring health and happiness our way
You help us change for the better
You bring us closer to who we want to be
You give us a clean and pure hearts
You give more than any of us could ever give
You are unselfish, loving, and you make me dance with joy
You bring couples together and keep marriages strong
You show us our destiny and give us choice
You set us on the right path with the right mindset
We trust you with everything we have
You gave us the ultimate model to follow
Form:
Everyone at one time or the other have had a good time.
The world is round, the sun will rise, and all think things are fine.
For some of us in America that pretty much is true,
Are we really having a good time? When are we going to realize the sky is not blue?
There's a quite haze hovering over our dear planet.
It's groaning, rupturing and spewing out it's anger, it's a warning we just don't get.
The earth is being drilled, dug into, for it's natural resources.
So what happens? It fights back, hurricanes, tornadoes, and bad weather of course.
Earthquakes, rumbling worldwide, polar ice caps shrinking,
Don't know about you, but it gets me to thinking?
God formed this planet for us, not for us to rape it.
He made this paradise for all of us, to find the Holy Spirit.
Having a good time? At who's expense? God's of course.
He gives us love, wisdom, and of course we make matters worse.
We should be grateful and thankful He lets us even have any harvest,
Anything we can have, if we follow His lead, that's the Lord's real request.
Respect this world and all that is in it.
For it given to us from God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.
Reap our harvest, return to our Christian Roots and values, see and hear.
Having a good time in the Lord's world, no war, no pestilence, no hunger, and
especially we have no fear.