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Two beings feel like they are divine pairs..
Met each other...so very compatible in every way...
Feeling never expressed...
It was all said by the unheard music from universe...
Their union was more than merging into the absolute...
Such immense pleasure...adrenalin is not known about ..
It's all love potion...
Then ...sorry...the next one standing there on the other side ...
Seems to be God chosen one...
Ohh must be fate...
Suddenly poor loved one is discarded like a rotting banana peel...
Lies and coverage know no bound to possess the other...
Hunger for the flesh was never so raw...
Passion is alight...anything for that.
No dignity, no common sense, no values, no scrupules...
The former is the most wicked, most undesirable and can even be bartered with another man to be eliminated...
Just look into this poor soul eyes, disbelief dilates its eyes more than hurt...all the magic...gone
Suddenly the cherished ones as the just enemies...
To protect the newcomer, the apple of the eyes is called names...
Humiliation is as if not enough...
Stories are cooked for justifications...
Anything is fair to achieve this new bloom of love..
Is it love after all,
Where's that first love gone...soulmate looks just garbage now.
Weird change of heart if it changes like garment on the body.
The house of cards claim to have an ace up it's sleeve
They play us like a game turning one against the other
In order for someone to increase one must decrease
The policy of survival is identifying the truth
It can change a course if set positively right
To avoid conflict it works towards peace
Instead we have governments hell bent on killing
Talk about climate change when the most wicked murders promote chaos
Corrupt heartless fraudsters stealing from treasuries and pension funds
Patting each other on the back for jobs well done
Where law is concerned they turn a blind eye no longer supporting justice
The biggest gangsters are those in suits convicts, worse than those in prison
(I can't vouch for anything about the afterlife, but I like to think this is true)
How does the soul enter heaven?
I think first of all one must ask
if the soul goes directly to heaven.
Going elsewhere may first be their task.
For theology learned in my childhood,
I think souls go first to a place
where they wait for the day of great judgment,
and old loved ones are there to embrace.
Yes, waiting in a new dimension,
I think are our dearly departed,
and in this place I believe
are souls basically good-hearted.
Souls truly evil go elsewhere -
to some type of prison where they
will wait, suffering for their sins
until the great judgment day.
I think that, in fact, all will suffer
some guilt for the pain they caused others,
but those, by God’s grace, who repented,
go straight with good sisters and brothers.
The most righteous souls to the Father
will later assuredly go
while only the very most wicked
will go with the devils below.
I do not believe in a fire
where souls go to endlessly burn.
It’s where we deserve to be that we’ll go.
Until judgment day, all wait their turn.
Feb. 3, 2023
For the 'How Does The Soul Enter Heaven? ' Poetry Contest
In a world today so filled with needs
I look only at the Cross as our Savior bleeds
Where as everyone is always asking what's in it for me
I only sit in wonder of His Grace and great Love for me
Among those who have continually and so contentiously denied
I know in my heart that it was for us whom Our Savior died
Around all those doubters who vainly refuse to ever believe
Just in the knowing of His suffering my own soul starts to grieve
And among the most wicked who satan has already stolen away
Thank You Lord Jesus my Savior for showing me The Way
So I need not complain or ever even wonder why
I let the Lord Jesus reign knowing all else is a worldly lie
How could I ever complain with so much already done for me
So too do my needs wane for my soul has been set free
Contentment is just one of blessings that He does bestow
Such a better place when it's Jesus that you choose to know
Gallimaufry of linkedin words appeal,
(particularly spoken by renown orator)
'cept when unnamed poetaster afflicted
with chatterbox syndrome,
nonetheless deliberate effected
muzzle restraint imposed
suppressing groundswell analogous
to swollen dam bursting at seams
tongue kickstarts controlled regulator
tripping baffling babbling brook,
sans (cheesy) mouth trap
conscious effort required
maintaining exhausting mental vigilance
attention oriented toward "active listening"
chiming into conversation
when casually addressed
quasi Uber tracking,
sustaining, rendering...
pondering dialogue deliberating,
mustering, aiming, firing...
apropos response adhering
to utmost strictures de rigor,
versus loosing (in the sky)
scattershot poppycock
offbase blatherskite, asper
topic under discussion
synchronicity satisfies peculiar
personal logical paradigm,
despite senseless compulsive predilection
condemning premature ejaculation
plus crosstalk as penultimate transgression
pertaining to papa blurting
asynchronous interjection
consigning tight lipped penance
penile solitude condoned
should predicated persistent plague
prevail attributing penuriousness
lame excuse pardoning yours truly
remote possibility, threatening
spurious spontaneous splendiferous
albeit ill timed unspeakable retort
with hot sealing wax - most wicked
verbal utterance arrogantly
perforating, piercing, protruding,
puckering... two lips
escaping out mouth
more rapid than witnessing
the quick brown fox
jumps over the lazy dog.
Just imagine...
Ambling mazily
Through an uncharted no man's land
Wrecked by the most wicked of drought
A screaming agony of thirst has befallen you
Your spirit is steadily draining out of you
Every ounce of your sweat, your life
Oozing profusely out of your pores
A slow, cruel death is sure to come to you
An oasis is nowhere in sight, then a raindrop
As if like magic, drips between your eyes
And trickles down your nose, then your upper lip...
You taste it with your curled tongue
You sigh with relief, you dance with joy
Thinking a cloudburst would follow
You tilt your head up, close your eyes
And stick out tongue, waiting...and waiting...
To satiate your intense thirst, at last
And then nothing? No rain.
Isn't that a pity?
Submitted for...
Open Poetry 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Date written: 04/21/2021
Date originally written: 11/18/2018