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Nature is the Leader
Nature is the home. The Home. The life giver. Air, water, everything
The laws of nature preserve and increase life. The Life. For livings
For plants, animals, and humans. Nature can live without us.
Nature can live without humans. Man can’t live without nature
So, why do we want to organize and drive the life of nature?
Nature without us is whole and perfect. Living. Exuberant
There is no life without respect for ancient laws
The human-made laws can’t overwrite nature’s
Adam and Eve are our parents
Not the psychology
I don’t want psychology
In my life
And not
In my death
Psychology doesn’t respect the ancient laws
Psychology is not a stable science
Ancient laws of nature are eternally constant
Created by God.
These are God-given guiding principles
If we want to live forever
Then we must look with humility at the Laws of God
There is only one. Only One. Only one God. Only one Law.
The God.
This is the key to the future
Respect God, respect Nature
With a physically and mentally damaged world
No life
No future
No life in the universe
Without God’s Laws
Without
God
I sleep
She sleeps
Before I wake up
She rises
And shines bright and brighter
I never wish to harm you she says,
But to give you abundant warmth
And light up your day
Moon never slumber nor sleeps
never tired of feeding,
Feeding on the light,
She reflects from the sun
And light up the night
How kind is the moon,
that cares for me at night
Cuddles my mind and calms my heart
How generous mother sun is,
Providing to livings of the earth,
And spirits of the heaven
Little star
Singing me lullabies
a twinkle with each blink,
that drains all my worries and,
fills the rivers of my heart with everlasting love.
Today's world is such a mess
With evils integration
We see daily the list of lies
Beyond investigation
And yet above us flies the flag
That denies lies infestation
Taking us where injustice cries
Of greeds determination
Education comes disguised
As honesties demonstration
Using tools that often deny
For the sake of ostracization
Giving reason to the words
Of prejudice inflammation
Joining ideals of false accusers
They invent instigation
We ask why the cause of certain ones
to have this type of fixation
The reason given this time around
Because of there migration
Quiet goes the unaware
Given to hesitation
While even comes to the extreme
Of the livings extermination
The bridge too far has been crossed
With flagrant allegations
Leaders are chosen and given charge
Of wild extreme vexations
But almost goes to the cause
Of evils infiltration
Thanks to God for concerns
We find through Revelation
Nature of Life
Are you able to discriminate
between living and inanimate?
Can you draw definite line of demarcation
displaying ‘Life’ and ‘No-Life’ distinction?
Is there any boundary which
non- living can never reach?
Beyond that can life originate,
spread, flourish and terminate?
Earth, Air, Water, Sun: so-called non-livings
are responsible to initiate living beings.
Senses are hidden in inanimate more or less
to be shown by life in continuous process.
Microbes show little sense; plants show better sense.
Animals in full sense and humans in conscience.
In Nature, eternal chain of life cycle continuous flowing
through inanimate, microbes, plant, animal, human being.
05/15/16
SPRING STANDARD CONTEST by Brian Strand
If the world ends right now,
will seek for the god in the last vow.
Hands shaking, breath thin,
knees to the ground, nowhere else to begin.
As if plants were crying in,
due to humans having skeptical thinking,
cutting roots we don’t understand,
taking without asking, leaving scars on the land.
destroying one or two but the whole life of the livings.
Forests falling silent, rivers forgetting how to sing,
birds with no sky, and children with no spring.
We broke the chain and called it progress,
we broke the world and called it less.
Oh God,
If I get a chance for a last vow,
wanna seek for you in a row.
Not just one prayer and then goodbye,
but line after line, till the stars go dry.
Let me speak, let me stay,
let me mean it, just this one last time.
PART II: FEAR OF THE CHOOSEN RACE
Others have spoken of his disposition,
Stuttered in awe evading their words
Like a mammal digging through
The burrow of his survival
In salvation from fatal claws from the skies,
Is that what it was to them?
They depicted him as the King of Cursed Livings.
Despite others said he wasn’t of the living but
A reflection of a Middle Aged Curse;
O Mighty Knight, you crossed the earth, skies
And waters, expunging existence, casting
Shadows upon vivid colors of shapes and sizes extracting
The extracting the solace within us;
A doomed world you would create where flowers
Bows to you and Adam’s race would serve as your slaves.
Part II of the main Poem " Eternal Battles"
No one wants love they only want likes,
freely protesting they haven’t got rights!
Raised by the system playing the victim,
that’s the ambition that they envision.
Say you’re offended by my point of view,
offending me when you react like you do.
Opinions upset and leave you devastated,
you grown up babies leave me fascinated.
People faking that they have mental illness
surly those people must have such an illness
People live lies just to gain your approval
that is a skill that says you are not useful
People who make livings posting online
they have ambitions for income decline
Kids think they know because they’re educated
haven’t found out their futures overrated
Twenty somethings think as adults they rule
Oblivious all adults were that age before
People are critical then hypocritical
inviting you in just to be inhospitable
Some people think evolution’s a given,
then why are the youth less evolved than a gibbon!?
For a year l have been travelling around the world
Searching for the betrayer of you and I
I travelled to the four cardinal point of the world
I went to Burundi central Africa
Where river Nile was, I asked the Nile
Of the great enemy of you and I
Your great enemy is with you, said the Nile
I went to USA. to lake Itasca in Minnesota
Where the river Mississippi was,I asked the Mississippi
Of the betrayer of you and I
Your betrayer is with you, said the Mississippi
I wonder in solitude, who could be the enemy
I was unable to go home on that day
Because the day is already down, so I decide
To stay for the night at the coast of Mississippi
I heard a voice shriek in my ear
I woke up in my dream
Gravity pulled me high in to the sky
I heard the voice again in my ear
Oh! my son you are wellcome
Look down to the land of livings
I saw how people were causing destruction to the land of living
Hatred grown between a couple
Brothers and sisters were killing each other
Malicious gossip between two friends
'Do you now know the betrayer'
Said the lord
No my lord
Your great enemy is your nose
I was lost in awe and wonder,how could a nose
Be the great enemy of you and I,your nose
Can smell all these good foods for you to eat
And you are using it to breathe
And yet it betrayed you
Your nose can't smell someone malice at you
Someone of dangerous behaviour
If not because of your nose
Life wouldn't have corrupted to this level
I woke up from my dream
I realised it was a dream
And the betrayer I have been searching for all this while is NOSE.
12/5/2015
Contest: Workshop poem
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan.
Through out our world of time.
We had prophets that led us through our lives.
Not one prophet has led us wrong.
God punished many for not for not doing what they where told.
Our prophets cried then beg and begged.
God punished many, many people for wrong told livings.
Some of our Prophets was so powerfully great.
They wielded powers that no others would ever think.
Their preaching’s went inside their souls so clear every mind did feared.
They had no choice but to listen to pray for heavens grace so load and clear.
Some of our prophets have been laughed out of town.
Then when they not listen brimstone has been rained to the ground.
Our faith is always on trial.
Please remember our Prophets then pray with a smile.
Be ever so glad that we still have that great Book of Life.
Jesus was our last prophet, with out that Bible our would not be alike.
Mental Terror
Man is born to be a man. God created this principle
God created his image. His image. The human
Intelligence, free will, imagination, and the ability to act
We are the material fantasy of the God. His livings
The part of nature in our life. Of our life with God.
I love life, God. Mental terror blocks my life from God
A human is independent. Must be. God derived way
My way is not clear, disturbed by evil kinds, and misty minds
My life has been crossed by psychology. A mist in England
God created humans. He created them as pure beings
God gave commandments. To live the life. To get life
For life. Noble way. God didn’t create a foggy psychology
I lost my original life. I am a victim of psychological terror
I am a victim of a nazi mentality, I just wanted to live
I was a Bible reader, a nature lover, and a photographer
Foggy monkey donkeys live in our lives. Killing or lives
These psychological monsters drive our lives, the human lives
Foggy's psychology ruins my life. I waiting life
I needed life
I lost my life
Far from my life
I needed lives
English psychology
The Mist, The Fog
The mist killed
Destroyed
Lives, loves
Kids
Gone
English psychology
Well-paid watchers
I am alien
English psychology
I don’t need mental terror
Must destroy
The nazi
Mental terror