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when the heart has gone bad and there's no blood moving about
the main organ that sustains us which we can't live without
the heart is the core and essence of each and everything
be It the church, the community, relationships or whatever life brings
Jeremiah had come along to preach about the Book of Laws
for mankind can't function in a system that has flaws
but the law is one thing and the heart is another
It's the thing that motivates our fellow sisters and brothers
If the heart is not right everything else will fall apart
so accept only those things that come from the Lord God
the heart is the one thing that the devil can't get
It's under God's control and contains the Holy Spirit
so don't put your trust in those things that are temporal
rely on the promises of God, plain and simple
when the heart is not right there's not much that you can say
all you can do is turn to Father God and then start to pray
pray that He will bless and anoint you with His mercy and grace
pray that His righteous hand will fall on you perfect in place
pray that whatever motivates your fellow Christians
comes from their heart, the essence that's within
If the heart is not right, It's time to seek The Lord
and hope everything in your life will be in accord
don't put your faith and trust in the hands of mere men
for mankind will let you down again, again and again
and whatever motivates you, let It come from your heart
allow your thoughts and actions to be spiritually smart
and be It the heart of the church, the community or your own concerns
may It be a heart of purity and goodness with the spirit to discern
lead us not oh Lord, to our own understanding
let our hearts be full of that which You are commanding
for You have given us love, power and a sound mind
so let our hearts be full of the knowledge and wisdom of God's kind
The soil is dreaming in a silent technicolour,
peaceful and alone. It exhales, gently without the tragic
trampling of mankind snapping roots, without the world above
and its usual stampede. Gone. Branches noticed it
first - slowly having time to stretch, to watch clouds;
time to open their barks wide and bows sprawling and luscious,
away from smokes and steams and smogs. The sky is blue,
clear. Rivers are lapping, sighing. Birds fly in a chorus, circling
in trills below the moon’s pupil-white skin - seen at night.
Fields are resting their patchwork bodies, their tissues of
grass and pores sewn from the vapours of oak, birch and ash.
Nature’s legs are stubbly now, growing hair left wild and unshaven.
In the morning, rabbits stand tall on haunches saluting the sun.
The mean temperature for January two thousand and six (thus far)
noticeably above the norm for this time of year
prognosticators foretell various forecasts per this third planet from the star
which inhabitants upon Mother Earth burden of responsibility must bear
billions of people wanton pollutants ratchet up barometric millibar
dialing up greenhouse effect, which serious scenario scientists fear
correlation from profligate offal ways traced from freed genie in the jar
no longer stretch of imagination affects mankind did sear
since day of reckoning whence Prometheus set stage for war
pitting mankind against Gaia messages we fail to hear.
The winds of change blow harsh
in crushing time’s unidirectional course,
waft from an unseen end to another unknown.
The momentum they gather from the ordained power
increases ever with the turn of time’s wheel.
The direction they receive from the message of events
can’t be altered in the pages of history.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gales,
the Indus valley society desiccated in the desert.
Empires collapsed in time’s wasteland in gusty squall,
the Aztec kingdom dissipated despite its strength.
Mankind sheds the unwanted old grime,
like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep
and bury under the thick dust of the ageing time.
Indomitable spirit rises from the debris of the wrecked,
new societies with changed belief and value emanate,
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change until they wane to disappear.
The strike of destined wrath the time arrows apply,
transform fast and invisibly the insipid core
of the promising society of integrity and unity
into a degenerated deceptive one that’s steeped
in intolerance and hostility to be lost in oblivion.
The shape and space of minds’ frames alter
with the changing pictures they hold
of the time and the people that are constant movers,
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show,
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow
across the cauldron of history,
piling up the ruins of the societies lost.
blue war red hot political issues dont amount
to a hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount
signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree
mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied
to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc
significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash
superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction
that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
(disabling fox and roach)
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach
rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went a wry
presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.
Form:
To live in abundance and magnify your fortune you must DIVINELY work for it. The far measures of where man will go for an instant magnitude relentlessly disqualifies the thoughts of having abundant control over their own hearts with love and forgiveness. And in addition, the practice of satisfying skin compared to a clean heart, mind, and sinew is thoughtfully illogical. So in result, men must find true value worth more than gold. The treasure that rings so loud but a number undoubtedly and purposefully ignore. For the true measures of the world is written in the best history book known to mankind. The book that shares how to live. The book that shares how to obtain in a righteous way. The book that speaks of the dead and the only ONE to have walked the earth, and as well risen. Therefore, in an always profound and crucial manner it is the responsibility of this world to read, study, practice, pray, and liberate our hearts to The Truth and only Way of Light as we breathe his presented gift of life.
He was just a boy alone in journey of life
Morals, high standards upon family name he walks
No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind
Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths
A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup
Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back
Lucky have running water, bath's from bowl
Remember days fishing with gramps, never knew his name
Growing older, riding tailgate before sunrise sky
Two different families, world torn by mishap
Lasp of times memory, I do not know but bits and pieces
Where did life go that I've grown like yesterday
Struggle, eyes see reality of man's existence
It's true, one can love but be so heartless
Streets, beneath cardboard box hunger thirst to be
Dark woods, blackness to emptiness lonesome
Do we give in to fate we live that we die here
We lay our head in hopes of bread to taste
Not proud of which man force upon the soul,
evil they touch in wickedness
I must forgive myself for that I inflict but with change perfect my being
Integrity of my heart still weak but image is seen
Not the man of the world but the world in the man
The man I am, I give myself who I represent
Not of mankind I walk but a journey to perfect a being
The writer of this old testament book
Solomon the son of David so great
God gave him a choice of His gift
he chose wisdom a choice first rate
He trained his heart to be wise
be able to be knowledgeable true
so never to be caught out at all
many would come asking what to do
But in lots of wisdom is real sadness
for in it is much vanity among men
striving for what can't really satisfy
it's no better than flying like the Wren
Many of mankind seek all knowledge
that brings real sorrow in one's heart
for it's just like striving after the wind
it can't be caught not even a part
(Ecclesiastes 1: 18
"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief.")
There will be no Second Coming
before the First Coming...and Christ
has yet to manifest fully in the hearts and
minds of all men – God gave us power
to make on this planet a heaven
or hell...waiting on yourself,
to free yourself, is inactivity that
will only bring more misery and
prolonged suffering – the Devil,
the rebellion, is that of your own
independent, Free Will Soul gone
astray – evil has no power outside
of us...awaken and be healed! Christ
did not come to earth to teach how
to behave more sheepishly...he came here
to show mankind how to guide, protect –
and how to keep our wolves of consciousness
at bay....
Journey mankind walks similar steps they breath
among their own soul a conviction to dignity
Priority of being as if there was purpose with
resolution to life intended be their destiny
An obedience to standard of representation we're
lead to believe in God of good
Where we find kindness, love abound emotions,
you can't kill it; through hate we love again
Intensions, to progress in all that we can be
Those who hate love's something they desire,
though evil rules consequences of their actions
Cause we fail to perfect beauty of opportunity,
if we can't be true than to whom we follow
Our instincts abandon birth survival for society,
falling wave side like erosion over time
We let people dictate influence to our existence,
darkness hides depths with vengeance to destroy
Do we want be others or be one who's portrait does not
fade ever lasting sketch weathering storms
Man can't destroy temple we build inside, only body's
material possession does he find weakness
Obedience, one nation under God for truth,
justice and liberty with interpretation