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They are walking hand in hand and singing a merry little song
Their smiles have lit up the place spreading love and warmth all over the human race, the wind is blowing, the trees are singing and good energy is flowing. They made a wish and throw it in the sea and the giant waves wash it ashore and someone found it and open the doors and from that very instance their arrows were no more; two longing souls became one and they spread their passion t near and far with harmony and joy.
They embark on a journey together speaking with the people they meet and sharing the stories of their lives, telling tales of numerous sacrifice , touching hearts and repairing hundreds of broken hearts. They were meant for each other, there sentiments are strong and their love is deep.
Oh if love could wrap its arms around me and take me to places that I have never been, the heavens would smile with me and the wonders of this world open before me and life would take on new meaning. I watched both of them moving around listening to the sacred sounds. But destiny have them bound, they are inseparable.
Come let me take you to a place where colorful lights are
Shining everywhere; it is the place where the, heavens, the earth, the mountain and the skies meet whispering sweet words to thee; it is the place where my spirit can be free.
They are building a theme park in the middle of the dark, the people are cold and grim and they have are lurking in their own sins, the weather is sometimes fine but the heat will dry up your mind.
Who knows where the dagger will fall when you cast
your lot in the sea, take a good look at me and good luck will follow thee., before you build the park you must meet with me before it gets dark; you have to adjust the law so that gender can fell comfortable in their skins and they don’t have to commit an sins.
They are comfortable with their gender. And they have worked it out together
Imagine, if you can, a heavy iron wheel,
A wheel that turns slowly,
Well oiled and never still.
Every new day that dawns,
A new baby somewhere is born,
And added to the wheel,
That keeps turning, never still.
The new baby is in this circle,
Starting in life.
As time passes, she may become a mother,
Or be a husband's loving wife.
Though the wheel moves slowly,
To us all, it seems to fly,
Soon this young person sees her youth,
Waving her goodbye.
As we turn the next page,
To continue her journey on the wheel,
It's incredible how quickly we age,
As the wheel keeps slowly turning still.
Age tells us we are old,
We are no longer new.
If we were aware of that, years ago,
We would not believe it's true.
Age conjures up a feeling,
Of illness and decay
Gnarly and wizened,
Realizing we have had our day.
The wheel of life keeps turning,
It will never cease.
It starts at our beginning,
And turns, till we decease.
When old people leave this earth,
To go to a better place,
More new babies are born,
To join the Human Race.
This dear new born baby,
Is added to the wheel.
A wheel that turns slowly
Well oiled and never still.
Lord prepare me a sanctuary
Draw us near
Let us know you are here
Teach us not to fuss or compare
But show us how to prepare
Lord I know you are near
Wiping away our tear
Washing away our fears
Trying hard to control all our affairs
Lord you are here showing us you care
Your love for us is awesome and rare
Only you can bare
To carry our prayer to the master in the air
Rain Maker, it's who you are
Always working on our behalf
Taking our place, helping us to erase
Ensuring we all play apart in the spiritual race
Your mercy and grace helps us to overcome and embrace
All things good and bad within the human race.
The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
Father, My Father the hour is come,
My weary heart feels the brewing storm,
Rome's Calvary to Me they hasten,
In Thy presence I kneel chastened.
Take Thy goblet from Me I pray,
Veer me away from the devil's way,
Hide Me within Thy towering pavilions,
Away from Caesar's bloodthirsty minions.
But not My will but Thine be done,
I stand obedient to Thee a Son,
Weary but willing to stand the test,
If that assures salvation for the rest.
So let Thine angel give Me strength,
For though My bloody sweat fall at length,
I'll drink this chalice of suffering still,
Knowing I harken to My Father's will.
To You then My breath I give,
Let death be for Me a brief reprieve,
And eternal life for the rest of human race,
Who'll sing forever Your Amazing Grace.
Form:
Forgive me but I just don't understand
What drives “people” to enter a school
Massacre forty young people
And burn their female teacher alive
It's beyond my comprehension
How an intelligent caring human being
Can willingly commit this atrocity
There lies the crux of the matter
They are NOT “intelligent caring human beings”
They are EVIL MONSTERS... period!
They don't belong to the HUMAN race!
They are freaks of nature
An anomaly... deviates from normal human behavior
Who have a totally warped sense of right and wrong
The lunatic fringe... THAT MUST BE STOPPED
At all costs... this cannot continue
This is NOT a normal human condition
Civilized people can fathom the depth
That these sub-humans will go to
As with the absolute majority of peace loving individuals
I am appauled beyond belief
I would like to say I'm speechless
Which is obviously not the case... this site is a forum
To express our absolute and utter rage
When these deviants commit these atrocities
IT'S A TOTALLY DISGUSTING OUTRAGE!!!
(a previous post)
Let Me Live My Life
All the greed and control, all I want is to live my life
All the schemes taking toll, all I want is to live my life
All the fear depicted in the news, I just want to live my life
All the lies told within their views, I just want to live my life
The government that needs control, just let me live my life
The sheeple that they enrol, just let me choose my life
The greed of the very few elites, wanting to control my life
The lost souls, feeling defeat, wanting some kind of life
We as a people, must rise up against these foul entities
We are beginning to understand who are these enemies
We are starting to awaken to the terrible lies being told
We are starting to realize our humanity is being sold
You must realize we all have a part in this insane play
You and I standing together as one, we do have a say
We can end this insanity if we stand strong and tough
We as the human race can say stop, enough is enough
When we see a baby’s smile…what is it we actually see?
Is it their beauty, their trust in us…their innocence, their joy, their purity?
Do we see happiness, satisfaction, peace and serenity?
Do we see comfort, virtue, delight…do we see love and harmony?
Or, perhaps that baby’s sunny smile… is a little more than what it seems…
Perhaps we see the shadow of our hopes…a reflection our dreams.
Perhaps their smile is there to remind us who we were…
when life was comfortable…when we were trusting, innocent and pure.
Perhaps that smile is a touchstone…a chance for us to see
who we have become…and wonder…is this the person I want to be.
A chance to revel in the moment…happy we’ve come so far….
satisfied with our life, our loves, our choices…and exactly who we are…
And if we’re not…a chance to do something about it….a time to rearrange…
A baby’s smile is an innocent way of showing is…it’s not to late to change.
A reminder it is our job…our duty…as members of the human race….
to do our very best…to put a smile on every baby’s face.
Remembering we talked Jesus like it was yesterday
Like new nation with hopes and dreams,
we ponder future our journey began
Racist world among hearts, eyes see truth,
knowing what trust has to be seen
Loyalty of human; being the one who stand
I've watched highways turned freeways
Soul screaming peace fighting from inside
Graves dug early while old past away, many die
in vain its evil presence lurking
Population soars like legs open to world
Countries crumble sinister control of human race
Man can not live free unless price be paid, usually
death be found in end
I've watched world grow becoming man I am
I am integrity, morals of love's emotion feeding
Purpose unto ourselves as our fellow man
What are we that we are not ourselves, except we
thrive thin line we walk
I've watched world grow, people not so much
Trees ripped apart, hemp could save the eco
Bust through ozone, China claim be first to moon
Are we living lies like Hollywood scene, picture we
paint from behind close doors
I've watched world grow, from child a adult I became
Falling sometimes, I am only human or
am I more my spirit shines light
I'm kind at heart, soul darken waste land
into the abyss of unknown my depths
I've watched world grow but who is it that
it has become
As I woke on Xmas morn, all was quite still,
my breath on the window, crystallized in the chill.
With the Soldiers so far away, many did feel,
the distance had made the war seem surreal.
The war they are fighting, I fear may have no end,
the fanatics that feed it, do not understand.
The Human race is meant to be free,
to make choices and have dreams, for others to see.
Their warped sense of values is not in the Qu ran,
Muhammad's (PBUH) teachings are not kill, then run.
He had many wives whom he honored quite freely,
the love he felt for them all was as Thaira (pure), as a lily.
The fight he tried to teach, this war of Jihad,
is the fight of the good, versus the bad.
Is, meant to be fought inside of each man.
Within his head, not in a desert, in a far off land.
My prayer for this Christmas for all to join hands,
No matter the religion, no matter the clans.
May the peace we all want be within our grasp,
may this fight on terror, and within be won at last.
Thank You God, Yahweh, Buddha, Allah, I say this with reverence,
Call Him Jesus or Krishna, whatever your preference.
Amen