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Premium Member Don'T Be Left Behind

~Don't Be Left Behind~
( Couplet)


Please don’t miss out and be left behind
Salvation only thru Jesus we can always find

Try not to do, what you know is not right
And pray to Jesus to keep you in His sacred light

Don't do evil and keep company with the wrong crowd
In front of our God we should be humbled not proud

The ways of the Lord are always good and perfect
He deserves all our unconditional love and respect

Find the Lord first and to you all His blessings He'll surely add
For your sins and mine He paid the price so we can be glad not sad

For the love of God we can come anytime  and have with Him eternity
Only through Jesus we can have Salvation, not in our own way and ability

We can not attain Salvation just by doing it with our own power or good
We're not good enough, just "God" is really good and perfect and that’s understood.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006


February.25.2016


~Author's notes:

Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. 
 1 Thessalonians 4:17  (NIV)

I tell you, in that night there will be two in one bed. One will be taken and the other left. There will be two women grinding together. One will be taken and the other left.” And they said to him, “Where, Lord?” He said to them, “Where the corpse is, there the vultures will gather.” 

Luke 17: 34-37 (NIV)

Because you have kept my word about patient endurance, I will keep you from the hour of trial that is coming on the whole world, to try those who dwell on the earth. 

Revelation 3: 10 (NIV)


“But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 

Mark 13:32 (NIV )


“Immediately after the tribulation of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light, and the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then will appear in heaven the sign of the Son of Man, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other. 

Matthew 24: 29-31  (NIV)
Form: Couplet


Judas Christ

Im not sure what i did to you
what i've been blaickmailed for
under the rug we swept the page we tore out
dance around what it told us to do
its your gold to figure out
this time, your pain, of the sin for being the creator
did it to myself
pointing out the abuse of my father
whipped and chained
crucified
no enemies
confusion of salvation
weapon for a messneger
for those who choose to hear it
the tower of babel fell
what if we were all wrong together
back to the basics of how i did this to myself

My father gone crazy
scared of mirrors
his own reflection
another gopher hole to remind him
of what you are
remove the blind fold
and see all my scars
never should have trusted you strangers
fictitious lies
graves of danger
holes to dig
in plots to fall into
wrap myself around the obvious to turn this loose

forgive and forget
i forget all the time
the leash on my neck
i dont forgive
choke at the tears i dont understand
fallen from my throne in the clouds
i didnt deserve
into your nightmare
to live a lie
called your perfect life
and who arwe you mad at
judas or christ for saving you from crucifiction
for the crime of the century
where the finger of your god gone awry
realising his mistake of his image altered
has come with an obvious omen to translate
and photoshop you into restrictions, consequences,
ways you werent supposed to bend

judas christ
the only face left to blame
the truth of the game your playing,
three moves ahead opf the game
me in check mate versus a world not playing fair
creating your god, to be the sin, to live your nightmare
way out of hand...

stuck in this corner
without a hand
opiates for mary jane
and nobody complains
fear farmers and desperation
eyes of the shamed
necisary contradictions
to pull you out of the deepend
swimming towards the sharks we keep at bay

what do you think he did to you?
those who walk around carrying a grudge?
lied? died? never ran away leaving you with the bag in a previous life?
or saved a future generation from a future of nightmares
only he could save us from
unravelling now
never to be forgotten

hail to your mercy
which i dont see exist
hail to your truth of who did it
hail to your emptiness
i am forgiven,
welcomed to the family
treasured as the brother
i am judas 
judas christ

so knock it off with this kane and abel blitz
Form:

Premium Member To Mom March 11 1979

To MOM; March 11,1979
This is the story of an animal trainer,
Whose mettle and courage, couldn't be plainer. 
A search'd reveal if you'd care to explore, 
None greater exists than El Eleanor.
She's faced the very meanest big game
And transformed them all , smiling and tame.
There's Big Daddy Harry, King of the Brood,
He fights in the jungle and brings home the food. 
When the hunting is hard, his scorn can be raw.
El soothes the pain, takes a thorn from the Pa. 
The next animal is Rusty the Red.
The patron saint of unmade beds. 
A beast of habits, bad ones galore,
His head s in the clouds, his, clothes on the floor. 
El's plans are to put an end to his bad mannered life,
By chasing him within,an inch, of. his wife. 
Lindsey's the next, she's no longer wild.
El taught her well when she was. a child,
Out of the home and into the night, 
She's now a trainer in her own right.,
By way of taming by putting a smile on, 
She's done a dog, a .cat, and one big Italian. 
The animal Robert likes his milk whole,
Drinks only unmixed, unopened and cold. 
Devour, he can, a whole pound of meat, 
Sharing with him sure ain't a treat.
El''s main defense against his devour'n, 
Is a refrigerator as big as a cavern.
Next on the tour tour is Kristin Clothes-Horse. 
Her closet is full, but never her purse.
El hopes to prevent a new"confederacy"
One which would a poor man, namely, "Poverty Lee". 
Now we find Jenny the Baker.
With time, she's become quite the good pastry maker. 
Jenny however''s a wrestling cook,
An odd combination that's not in the book,
She has her own reasons, for truth to tell, son,
The cooking is a wrestling move called a"full Nelson". 
Hilary's a creature who likes to get around
In automobiles at the speed of sound.
She doesn't always though, 'specially not at night, 
Then she likes to travel at the speed of light.
It's hard to see now but she's on the track,you see, 
Of her own future business - called Hilary's Taxis. 
Nori's the last, but not the least,
A full member of this zoo, and like the rest a beast. 
A paradox of sorts, this Blue Prize winner,
Is proof that church schools are chock full of sinners, 
Thus we are the animal house,
And though we may complain and grouse, 
Everyone, no matter his status,
Thinks El Eleanor's got to be, the World's Greatest!
Happy Fifty-fifth Birthday,
From son Rusty,
Form: Rhyme

I Wish I Wouldn'T

The sun is burning my eyes, my hands and my feet
Harsh light scorches the ground, setting it ablaze
The heat brings out the pests and flies.
I run from sliver of shade to sliver of shade,
 hoping for merely a minute of respite.
Praying that the clouds will bring relief and rain
Rain never comes day in and day out. 
Every sunrise rings more and more pain
I’m wishing that there will be relief from the heat,
But I have doubts
Rain never comes and the heat never ends.
I don’t want to burn.
It never stops.
The water never stops flowing,
During the dismal gray days,
Into the pitch-black nights,
With time, they only get damper and muggier
I hope and wish to see the suns’ rays
I want to feel the light and drying warmth of the sun.
I want to stand on solid ground that isn’t washed away,
My hands are numb from the flow constantly soaking them.
I continually fight to keep my head above the surface,
Rain never ends and drought never comes.
I don’t want to drown.
I can’t feel my feet,
I wish the ice could be melted but the sun is frozen
I long for heat to visit this land,
The cold is taking me captive
I want to feel a warm sun again.
An ice wind never ceases, never leaves
Bringing more snow and cold that bites
The endless wind taunts me with memories of warmth in the summer breezes
I can’t feel my hands.
I wish for just one spark, 
I pray for just a small flame,
Something to melt the frozen sun.
I don’t want to freeze.
Far away I see a glimmer of hope,
A dark rain-laden cloud in the distance
Could this day be the last of the drought?
Could it be? A break in the clouds?
Yes, a ray of sunshine in my soggy gray world
The flood’s time is over
The sun is rising on a frozen plain once more
But I hear it, hope is nearby,
The dripping of melting snow and ice
As my hope builds, it is also torn down.
The cloud is gone; 
The burning, ever burning sun has taken it.
I wish I wouldn’t burn.
But it isn’t so, the clouds have closed my only hope
They have destroyed my chance of standing on land 
The rain pours and floods evermore.
I wish I wouldn’t drown
It wasn’t so, I didn’t hear a true sound.
The dripping was my own heart,
With my ears wishing to hear melting ice so much.
I wish I wouldn’t freeze.
We wished and wished,
We tried and tried,
We survived as long as we could,
But
I burnt.
I drowned.
I froze.
Form: Narrative

The Mountain of Hope

He stood at the foot of the hill and gazed at her watching from her window sill with the night light shining in her face and particles of hope running all over the place. Her bulging eyes circle the contours of the deep spilling oil from the bottom of the well onto the village street and the night pays its own sacrifice.

Oh, mountain of hope you have the remedy for my soul, mountain of hope come and rest with me before I grow old. I can feel the vibration in the clouds and I can see the deity standing on top of the mountain in a golden shawl with hands stretch out reaching towards the Pyramid floating in the sky.  I know that I have to make that journey but the path to the sea is full of debris and the roads that emerge from the back are blocked.

Build me a castle on top of the sea where my soul will know no misery build me a castle on top of the sea where I can escape from the rigorous journey; that is only way out and you can attempt it if you have no doubt.

The mountain of hope is on the other side of the sea, the mountain of hope will solidify your dignity. Take the remains of those that died tragically in the street and sprinkle it in front of the castle in the deep; light a candle and say a silent prayer for them and for the couple that fell off the bed, their remains are in a bottle and their last wish was to let in float in the deep among the aquatic family.

Time passes quickly and they are coming, the weather is constantly changing and heavens are glowing; thousands of them stand in the desert gazing at the skies above them something is happening up there and the earth is responding down here.

Lights are flashing all around and a rocket is sailing across the city, where it will land nobody knows, but it will move what mind cannot measure and blow up what the spirit cannot understand and it explode in a distant land and courage will keep them strong.

The mountain of hope is shifting, the mountain of hope is singing they have broken through gate and occupy a spot-on top of the mountain.

Destiny has led them to that place because the mountain of hope knows no race, each one has a place and they will live there until the rest their days. The mountain of hope is the secret to their soul, pitch your tent on top of the mountain before the sun goes down, the mountain of hope is where it all began .
Form: Narrative


Premium Member To My Future Self

Edward, remember this.
            Just like you were a caterpillar
            Before you became a butterfly;
     A bud before you blossomed one spring,
       You'll continue to evolve and flourish
                   In this vale of tears.
    You've got a lot of living to do, my friend.
    Life is what you make it! Embrace it fully!
        Make lemonade out of your lemons,
             Take time to smell the roses!

 Treasure quality time with friends and family.
     Celebrate even the smallest of victories.
          You're traveling through this life
     On the right trajectory; stay the course.
               Let nothing veer you off it!
       You're the sea captain of your destiny;
                  Sail on straight ahead!
         I needn't remind you just how cruel
        This life can be. As you're well aware,
         It isn't done knocking you down flat.

       You'll feel it's punch again and again,
        And you'll fall like timber each time,
         But you won't stay down, Edward.
   You'll get up, dust off, and carry on living!
            You woke up today, didn't you?
            You rose with the morning sun
           Grateful to be alive another day
             To see it set over the horizon.
      Yes sir, you'll rise again like the Phoenix
       Whenever life floors you with it's hook...

      And float along with hope in the clouds!
     Whenever the blue sky turns ashen gray
              And warm sunny days grow
       Unforgivingly cold; from bright to dark,
         Never lose faith, for you'll continue 
              To feel the presence of God
        At your darkest hours, I promise you.
     Keep on living life the best you know how!
    Keep on growing, personally and spiritually.
        May your future continue to be bright
         And gravid with infinite possibilities!


Letter To Your Future Self Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 09/19/2021

Collaborating In the Clouds

~A Question To The Most High~
Why did you not wipe out Adam and Eve?
And save us the trials that the evil conceive
Why not start your creation anew
Then all this pain and sorrow would be through.

“I gave a perfect man and woman to fill the earth
They threw the gift in my face as if nothing of worth
Tempted away by one traitorous angelic son
But to balance things out I sent my only begotten one.”

Why may I inquire did things go so ill?
“That’s because I gave them this thing called free will.
One Angel up high wanted to take my place
He tempted Adam and Eve by showing his face.”

“He appeared as a snake and promised them all
They were new inexperienced that was their downfall
They did as the young do, never asked advice
They were trapped by their actions in a grip like a vice.”

But God may I ask why did you not act and remove them?
You could have created a new couple and started again.
“This devil, once angel, said man would love me for what I could give
So to prove to the angelic realm I am God, I let them live…”

“I can only prove by stepping aside and letting him try
To turn man from me, I must watch and I must sigh.
My only begotten son Jesus, I sent for a ransom
To balance the perfect life Adam lost, and then some”

“Note this, what I say, my son I did send on that auspicious day
He is not God to whom so many pray.
I am God the father, he is my son,
You can only get to me by directing your prayers through this one”

But God they keep telling us you are a trinity!
“Don’t be foolish I am God alone and I am not three
I have Holy Spirit, I can direct it where I will
I have my first begotten son and my divine spirit still.”

“I am God, God alone ruling heavens and the earth
But I have stepped aside for a while, so the traitor can show his worth
He is the cause, this one they call Devil and Satan 
He declared my plan for man, was bad and mistaken.”

“So I am letting him try and before I step back in
I will right all the wrong, and remove all the sin
You will now leave this place and tell all earthling man
Stay faithful and strong and to you do what you can.

Faith the assured expectation of things not seen but will come 
Leave, Come no more, my Will, will be done.”
© ~GG~ 27/06/2012
For the contest "Collaboration In The clouds" sponsored by: PD
Form: Rhyme

The Country Road

I took a walk along the old country road looking desperately for a story that is not yet told, I search in the bushes and the trees but there was nothing waiting for thee.

The morning with its bright petals gleaming in the clouds and an army of birds swarm the sky moving around in slow motion communicating with the big birds on the ground and I watch them flying all around.

Something was going on, but I could not understand so I took a walk on the beach and saw thousands of birds gathered on the shore holding court and keeping a conference on the sand.

There was nothing to write about, so I continued my journey in the woods until I found a squirrel climbing out of a hole from the tree, its eyes move quickly around and for a split second it stares directly at me and hurried quickly down the tree and ran in the bushes.

I looked around to see what I could find but nothing was there except rows and rows of trees and the water flowing from a nearby stream. I took a deep breath and absorbed the wilderness around and sat on a log that lay across the stream and suddenly my childhood dream came back to haunt me.

It is the solitude that was all around and the braying donkey laden with goods going to town, and the woodpecker making a strange sound in the hole. It sounds like someone was knocking on the door and suddenly the entire place came alive, and the universe whispered in my ears and, said, "you are mine." I looked around to see who it was, but just one bird was standing on the tree limb looking.

I hurried away from that place and went back on the main road and walked a quarter of a mile before I could see any assemble of life; the country dust pushes me on and the rhythm in my feet drag me along; it is the deity that I could not understand, and I contemplate the scale as I journey up the lonely street.

I walked about half a mile and suddenly I broke down and cry; I wasn’t sure what I was sobbing about but the memory of the moose and how it gorges out my wisdom tooth overshadowed me. 

Not too far from where I was, I came up on a little country shop, so I stopped to get some water, I walked in, but   no one was there, and I saw blood on the counter and a man lying in a pool of blood in the corner.

 I held my mouth and scream, and a car came out of nowhere and I suddenly woke up out of the dream.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Jesus Teaching: Being Watchful

When you see the desolating (Emptiness or destruction) abomination (a thing that causes disgust or hatred) standing where he should not
Then those in Judea must flee to the mountains
A person on a housetop must not go down or enter to get anything out of his 
house 

And a person in a field must not return to get his cloak
Woe to pregnant women and nursing mothers in those days
Pray that this does not happen in winter
For those times will have tribulation such as has not been since the beginning of God's creation until now

Nor ever will be
If the Lord had not shortened those days
No one would be saved
But for the sake of the elect whom He chose

He did shorten the days
If anyone says to you then
'Look
Here is the Messiah! Look

 There He is!
Do not believe it
False messiahs and false prophets will arise and will perform signs and wonders in order to mislead

If that were possible
The elect 
Be watchful
I have told it all to you beforehand

But in those days after that tribulation the sun will be darkened
And the moon will not give its light
And the stars will be falling from the sky
And the powers in the heavens will be shaken

And then they will see 
The Son of Man coming in the clouds
With great power and glory
And then he will send out the angels and gather his elect from the four winds

From the end of the earth to the end of the sky
Learn a lesson from the fig tree
When its branch becomes tender and sprouts leaves
You know that summer is near

 In the same way
When you see these Things happening
Know that he is near
At the gates

 Amen
I say to you
This generation will not pass away until all these things have taken place
Heaven and earth will pass away

But my words will not pass away
 But of that day or hour
No one knows
Neither the angels in heaven

Nor the Son
But only the Father
Be watchful
 Be alert 

You do not know when the time will come
 It is like a man traveling abroad
He leaves home and places his servants in charge
Each with his work

And orders the gatekeeper to be on the watch
 Watch therefore
You do not know when the lord of the house is coming
Whether in the evening

Or at midnight
Or at cockcrow
 Or in the morning
May he not come suddenly and find you sleeping

What I say to you
I say to all
'Watch 
[MK 13:14-37]

The Atheist

I am reminded of the atheist who died. Or rather was presumably pronounced dead for a 
short period of time, then revived. Upon waking, the atheist announced that he had gone 
down the tunnel of white light, had seen his dead relatives and in fact met God. He must 
have forgotten he didn’t believe in God. Together, perhaps in a city in the clouds or the 
clouded foggy afterlife, God conversed with the atheist. 

A crowd of people had gathered to hear what God had said.

“Did you ask God what the meaning of life was? ” people wanted to know.

“Did you ask God what the one true religion is? ” others wanted to know.

“Calm down! ” the atheist assured them. 

“It just so happens, I asked each of those questions, ” the atheist concluded smugly. 

“And? ” people demanded.

There was a pause as if the atheist was conducting the energy of God.

“God told me the meaning of life is…” the people braced for the answer, “Nothing, ” the 
atheist said after a pause. He was ecstatic. The people were more than a little disheartened. 

“Nothing, you mean there is no meaning to life? ” the people asked.

“Well, that’s one way of putting it, ” the atheist said laughing.

“Or another might mean nothing, as in, you get to make it up as you go along, ” the atheist 
said smiling.

“It’s whatever you want it to be, ” the atheist explained.

The people did not seem to get it.

A few looked suicidal. 

“Well, at least tell us the one true religion, ” the people demanded. 

“Okay, ” the atheist assured them.

There was a pause again as if he was God’s instrument warming up.

“God told me the one true religion is…” the people braced for the answer, “Whichever one is 
best for you, ” the atheist said confidently. 

“You mean there is no true religion? ” the crowd shrieked. 

“What are we going to do? ” the people asked starting to riot. They started to push and shove.

The people got really angry and violent, and they eventually tore the atheist apart. As the 
atheist ascended to heaven he asked God how this could have been avoided. 

God told the atheist, “There is only one way you could have avoided death…When the people 
asked you what God said…you should have stuck to your guns and told them, ‘God…I don’t 
believe in God.’”


Excerpt from: Blind Savior, False Prophet 

Joseph DeMarco

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