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Here comes the Messiah,
Behold everyone it's the real Christ,
Coming back to give us eternal life.
Here comes the Messiah,
For a church without wrinkle or spot,
Here we are, the ones you never forgot.
Guess You already know who I read about alone,
And whose blood I used to bless my little home;
It's no secret, it's been a hard road to eternal life;
I even sacrificed myself to just sanctify my ex wife.
The walk was difficult, but with faith we managed,
Trusted Your Word and we obtained an advantage;
No longer we are oppressed nor are we belittled,
Because we stand as one body, not part or individual.
I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL MY LIFE
STANDING IN LINE WITH THE UTMOST PRAISE;
NOW THAT I FINALLY SEE THE TRUTH AND LIFE,
I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVING GRACE.
Here comes the Messiah,
Behold everyone it's the real Christ,
Coming back to give us eternal life.
Here comes the Messiah,
For a church without wrinkle or spot,
Here we are, the ones you never forgot.
I feel the Word when the Holy Spirit's present,
And to see You are Holy Bread beyond blessing;
Let me give You all my glory, my Lord Christ,
For sacrificing Yourself to buy sins in full price.
Looking at You now I am filled, makes me in awe,
To know the commitment You kept to fulfill the law;
I am relieved and cleanse while I sit Your table,
Abundance of righteousness overwhelms me and I'm grateful.
I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL MY LIFE
STANDING IN LINE WITH THE UTMOST PRAISE;
NOW THAT I FINALLY ATE THE BREAD OF LIFE,
I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVING GRACE.
Here comes the Messiah,
Behold everyone it's the real Christ,
Coming back to give us eternal life.
Here comes the Messiah,
For a church without wrinkle or spot,
Here we are, the ones you never forgot.
You want me to hide my true self?
You want me to beg on my knees
Praying to a false God whom has left me alone
Insides multiple parasites that made me a demon?
A demon of hatred at the world and everyone
That called me a failure and a uncontrolled fiend?
(Evil laughterl
Hahaha made me laugh at that
Made me go deeper inside that cage where all
My demons rest until awaken from their slumber
A particular demon I talk in my dreams
"Kill them all! Kill them all who avoided you!"
You want me to hide my sadistic side
That made me enemy number 1?
Please grab a bible and go to Revelations
Because when my demons are release
Im bringing all religions down into bloody flames
All beliefs fall down into burning rains
Bodies of soulless beings creep into the destructive Earth
My anger will release a plague of disease
That cause multiple outrages and multiple bloodspots
Into everyone I had helped and saved
You want me to isolate myself
From being the best individual I'll become?
When those who feared my aggression
And sadistic side kept me away in multiple
Placements and made the term isolation
One with me
The one that wants to be successful,
Yet here you are wanting me to turn
Turn into the one thing I never want
To be again in my life
Kill me then if you want that;
Kill my kindness and turn it into rage;
Kill my happiness and turn it into anger;
Kill my kind-care nature and turn it into destruction;
Kill my angel side and turn me into my demon
Of being age 13
And see the carnage I'll release
Because at the end of the day
The number 1 hit list contestant I'll go after
Is the one who pushed me to that edge
And forced me to release my demon
When I gaze into this realm, I see more than the dazzling array
of golden starbursts floating in a cosmic sea of blue-green-gray,
photoreceptors painting post-Impressionistic explosions of colors,
fibers and dilator muscles servicing your ocular aperture.
I see distinctive melanin patterns of a truly original individual -
a retinal scan of exceptional singularity,
each nebula unique, every supernova peculiar,
no quasar like any other.
I passionately absorb with one brief glance
an infinity of nuance,
an eternity of historical archives,
a heaven and earth of emotional journeys.
I am reading your autobiography, the encyclopedia of you.
I remain a student of your sclera,
a pupil of your pupils,
a Vincent of your irises,
going half-mad with the dizzying vastness
of the starry night within your eyes.
SELFISH...
Who are we kidding?
Things have changed,
We have changed…
We use to be two peas in a pod,
I use to be your reason for breathing,
You use to be the air that I breathed…
We need to find
That common ground again,
We need to talk things through…
If US is what you
Really want…
Reality is,
You were the one who left,
You were the one that wanted more…
You thought she was your everything
You thought she understood your needs…
Life does not change with the click of your finger,
This isn’t relationship make over…
You may not be what I need anymore,
You see you’ve taught me
A brilliant lesson when you left…
You taught me how to not depend on you,
How to live my life as an individual,
How to live my life for me…
Does that mean that I’m selfish?
If so?
Then this ME deserves to be
SELFISH…
I AM SORRY...
I am sorry for making you feel
You weren’t good enough…
I am sorry for leaving you
And choosing her over you…
I am sorry for thinking
I could live my life without you..
I know I’ve hurt you,
I have no right
To say you’re SELFISH…
I want you to know..
I will be here,
In the background…
Until you are ready,
Until you are ready to
TAKE ME BACK…
("Enemy of the State Merit Badge" - #41, 2011, original oil)
The Big Lie
The big lie in American politics today
is that if you’re not supporting Big Government
then you are against the little man.
The corollary of course
is that Big Government works
and is to be trusted
as the source of truth, security and a nation’s well being.
The 20th Century proved that dream a lie.
The political spectrum is simple;
total government on one end,
zero government the other.
This is what defines the true Left and Right,
yet the majority of US haven’t a clue
what zero, let alone small, government even means
haven't a clue they in fact
are almost all left of center
often far left.
The big lie in America today
is that we are a nation divided by politics
when it is simpler than that;
we are a nation of both conservatives and liberals
divided by fear, divided by definitions and desires for liberty,
too many of US having chosen security of the group,
the faceless masses and anonymous civil servants
over our individual freedom and liberty long ago.
The divide is thus within us, a pulling at our own heart,
within our own cognitive dissonance.
We are a nation of little men
indoctrinated by politics
as old as tribal boundaries
to fear the other, to hide behind the Big Man
to celebrate his greatness - as the greatness of the State -
to extoll the beauty of his new transparent clothes
and in our weakness
join with tyranny
in solidarity with our brothers and sisters
to silence those who question the dream,
lynch those who dare to choose,
and forget those who somehow, against all odds,
find their own way.
(10/20/23)
Louis has a sports centre named after him,
At his local Cambridge Regional college;
He’s a C2 para-cyclist, has Cerebral Palsy,
Plus hydrocephalus, was fired by 2012.
So after these very successful Paras 2012,
Louis was tested by British cycling coaches,
Who found talent, skill and hidden strength,
Such that he became part of the GB team.
He made the 2012 Newport Internationals,
Where he won for the individuals, bronze,
Collected a team silver and he progressed,
Onto the Apeldoorn Worlds in Holland.
There he placed fifth in the team sprint,
Came seventh in the long 1km time trial,
And in the individual pursuit came tenth,
To make the Montichiari World Champs.
One gold for the team sprint, one bronze,
For the C1-C5 C2 time trial, and so in Rio
He excelled, taking the team sprint gold,
And the bronze in the C2 individual pursuit.
Politics is the art of the possible
And of the impossible too
Politicians make you responsible
For all the bad things they do
The people from other countries
Despise you although they know
You’ve no power to finish this
Art of the impossible show
So you are a pariah nation
You are never an individual
It is you who waits at the stations
But still your train is not visible
It is you who’s no goal to achieve
Who is relentlessy condemned
It is you who should never be
Indistinguishable from them
Because politics is an art
Unfortunately, not a science
Every day makes a new start
Every week it’s a new alliance
Politics is the art of the possible
And of the impossible too
Should’ve been a museum fossil
But it’s not, cause one’s dreams come true.
Author Dana Redricks
July 13, 2023
In this vast world, a masterpiece you are, crafted by God, a celestial star. No other being quite like you exist, a creation unique, divinely kissed.
With strokes of love, Yahweh formed your soul, a tapestry woven, a story untold. In your heart lies a purpose, strong and true, a gift to share, a light to shine through.
For God favors originals, it's true, It's what sets you apart in all you do. Embrace your uniqueness with pride and delight, for that's where your strength and beauty ignite.
When doubts surround you or darkness draws near, remember, dear soul, your purpose is clear. You are a beacon, a voice that can't be ignored, with all you possess, your gifts to be poured.
So stand tall amidst the crowded throng, let your vibrant colors sing loud and strong. For within you lies an extraordinary soul, a testament to the divine, an awe-inspiring role.
You are special, dear one, beyond compare, a creation meant for greatness, so rare. Embrace your worth, your individual grace, and let the world witness your unique embrace.
re post inspired by theme of Laura contest
Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;
Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;
A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;
Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.
BRIAN STRAND
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syllbic free verse style ,after Elizabeth Daryush
Nature shaped the earth into the sphere
While leaving each piece of parts flats
To offer individual life places to grow
While rotating around the sun as a whole
For all individuals can thus equally share
The glare of brightness, warmth of the sunlight
And the calm of darkness, coolness of the night
Silver clouds floating high and drifting
In the sky, distributing rain, snow, and news
To quench the thirst of every life facing
And secure them happily growing
The wind is playing longing tunes
For fairness, justice, the yearning
For quality and gracious life to come
Nature is indeed charitable to everyone
Sharing rains and dew evenly to each land
Sunbeam is also assigned with the same lines
Chaining up sincerity and honesty hearts
And flowing streams of warmth hand to hand
The wind rises, and white clouds wander
They are guarding no one in the earthly world
Wiling to act against the provisions of nature
They are spreading the news of the future
That Heaven will arrive behind a United World
And the charming visions will emerge
Before, lives are going to live forever