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What Actually Happened With Jesus?
Risen
Given.
Hear say
The way.
Recall
With all.
Claiming
Saying.
Resort
Retort.
Vocal
In fall.
Murdered
Slandered.
Upheld
Had gelled.
No dark
This lark.
Caring
Healing.
The poor
Have moor.
Healthcare
With dare.
All year
No fear.
Jesus
With us.
Jesus
Left us.
We suss
Drugs fuss.
Jesus
In us.
Not real;
By feel.
Alive
The hive.
Stories
Glories.
Talk talk,
Walk walk.
Righteous
Conscious.
Move all
The call.
Movement,
Advent.
Easter
Mister.
Hist’ry
Very.
Bass voice
No noise.
No pew
Your view.
Not seen
But keen.
Your choice
Your voice.
[verse 1]
I used to think that love was not real
Just a shadow, a game, a fleeting ideal
I thought it was a trick
a chemical lie
A fleeting transaction
just passing by
[pre-chorus]
But then you came
the world rewrote
Every doubt... every fear... every bitter note.
For all you lonely souls, I cannot promise fate
But if love finds you, it’s worth the wait
[chorus]
You made a believer out of me
Love isn’t logic; it’s wild, it’s free
It doesn’t wear a mask... it doesn’t check the score
It’s the fire in your soul... the light at your core
You made a believer out of me
Love is chaos; love is harmony
It breaks the rules... it defies the plans
It’s the world reborn when it takes your hand
[verse 2]
They say success is six figures, six feet tall
Six of this, six of that—but love ignores it all
It doesn’t play by rules, it doesn’t care for pride
When you match on the soul, nothing else can divide
[bridge]
I thought I could engineer it
Plan it... script it... steer it...
I thought I’d write the book... change the game
But love found me first and showed me the way
And in hindsight, my plan was cruel
I almost turned love into a lifeless tool
But love laughed at me, it turned me around
Now I sing its truth with the joy I’ve found!
[chorus]
You made a believer out of me
Love isn’t logic; it’s wild, it’s free
It doesn’t wear a mask, it doesn’t check the score
It’s the fire in your soul, the light at your core
You made a believer out of me
Love is fierce yet it's harmony
It breaks the rules, it defies all plans
It’s you world reborn when it takes your hand!
[outro]
For all you lonely souls, I cannot say
If or when love will find your way
But when it does, you’ll understand.
It’s not in the measures... the rules... or a brand
It’s wild, it’s deep, it’s true, it’s real
It’s the one thing you’ll always feel
You made a believer out of me!
my love made a believer out of me
believer out of me
[end]
Dust return to earth a breath given
Is it darkness we fear or intrigued unseen
Bones of decaying structure to some life
Spiritual or just organisms of a molecule
Egg or chicken, whom to say first miracle
Chance to creation skeptics question reality
If we breathe, are we not real to life's pain
Joy of beauty we find living to be worthy
If just to find a piece of ourselves conquer success
Where life begins, among depths of our ruins
Similar but different, each same journey
Concept of what's to be, living the dream
Materialistic world of needs to survive weaken
one's being
Is love heart or an emotion like a switch
We choose who we are by what we represent
Evils darkness plagues mind of wicked hatred
Heart loves even through tears of pain, you find true
soul or how could you feel alive
Even love we share, where life begins; strangers
of distance world
We was created love another as we love ourselves
So where you begin, determines reflection you see in outcome
Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault?
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?
Repeat, remember, re-rehearse, recall,
embroider the memory, live it again.
Various variations repeating a theme.
The pain come back,. repeat,
yet the dead and gone spring up more strong.
Images flow through your open eyes
and you know it's not real anymore,
that its just mind's copying machine
printing fiction as fact.
Look away, refresh, forget,
but then you relive it again.
Try to learn.
Repeat remember, re-hearse, recall.
The memory now so distorted,
so smudged and puffed up
out of nothing at all.
Clear the movie, burn the screen.
Watch the fire consume the past forever.
No more sequels.
Repeat not the long dead letter,
let the past bury the past.
Hand it a shovel.
If it won't go away,
kill it with a Fresh 'Now' Moment.
Don't look back.
The frustration rises, like bile
To fill my chest
I feel a knot in my stomach
A pit of vipers writhing.
The eyes are watching my every move
As I feel I can’t do right
For doing wrong.
I can’t put my finger on it
Yet I know it’s not real.
I know in my logical mind
That I am worthy, I am just,
A work horse well-laden with responsibilities.
Still plays the stuck 78
In the back of my head
‘They will find you out’
‘They will see you as you are’.
Extremities ache with fear,
The constant need to move
Before the pain returns,
To sharpen my anxiety
To mock me.
I can’t put my finger on it
But the feeling remains
Imposter syndrome doesn’t even cover it
How each action fells
As negative as the depths
Of an Antarctic winter.
Nausea waves, my feet crippled
Their need to move
Yet wracked with debilitation.
Why do I feel this guilt
This vomit inducing
Tear rendering guilt
That one day they will see me
Just as I am.
Realise I’m not who they thought I was.
I have been hiding in plain sight.
A spectre at the feast.
For now I have to carry on,
Pushing through
Worker harder than ever
But feeling retrograde motion.
This is true anxiety,
The unfounded,
The unjustified
The undefinable
I just can’t put my finger on it.
Nirvana [Nude]
Everything is dressed with lies
Nude. Truth is always nude.
Nothing is there to feel shame in it
Truth is god and it is the right way
Nude is better than dressed lies
Lies are taking us to endless grief
Truth alone can redeem us and
It alone can restore our peace and glee
Decorated lies are too many in this world
They may be in power and they may rule you
Hold the shadows of truth and
Follow it’s hard and long way
To eat the fruits of life
Not to go behind such false attractions
They are mirage and not real
They may come as angels and they may show their
extra ordinary powers
They may have millions of followers in luxuries
Believe not, and hide in the shadows of mighty truth
It’s followers may be in struggles
They alone will be blessed in His court
Sometimes actors play a role
Which touch us to our very soul
Even though it is not real
Something deep down makes us feel
That we can associate
With the part that they create
And the movies that we watch
Can ignite us like a torch
Because some things that we see
Brings up our past history
One that leaves me lots of scars
Is the world famous Wizard of Oz
The characters are memories
Of the way that he left me
The tin man has no beating heart
You took mine right from the start
Leaving me no way to care
Because my heart’s no longer there
The scarecrow has no way to ponder
All his thoughts just seem to wander
That’s the way I feel when
My thoughts of him start up again
Asking why my useless brain
Let him cause me so much pain
The lion isn't strong but weak
Because his courage he can’t seek
That’s the image I showed him
My courage can’t show up again
Every time I took him back
I had another “weak” attack
Dorothy was all alone
She just wanted to get home
To her loving family
There was no home left for me
The love just seemed to disappear
I couldn't find it anywhere
The wicked witch was just pure evil
Trying every day to steal
The love out of the purest hearts
The way he tore mine all apart
There’s one portrayal that I can
Connect to as I take your hand
The wizard saved Dorothy's friends
Bringing her home in the end
The way you went through every length
To give my heart back all it’s strength
My courage and knowledge I have sought
To regain ever since you brought
A loving home back in my life
Making everything alright
Intrinsic behavior
I am my own savior
Love's a joy
Not a labor
Rather be in your good favor
Kiss me I'm not real
Or so it seems to me
Nothing's all I feel
Or so it seems to be
What you're chasing is a ghost
Nobody's home
I'm just a host
So just leave me alone
I never wanted all this static
It never hurts to be pragmatic
Nothing's all you feel
When you're alive
But you're not real
I'm not alive but I'm not dead
I live only in your head
I don't exist
So don't resist
Just kiss me I'm not real
The only moments that I feel
Are the ones that I steal
So kiss me and make me real
Form:
Be mindful of how you use it.
Make sure you never confuse it.
Watch the company you keep.
Be careful with whom and where you sleep.
It's more precious than gold.
You can't buy it, but it can be sold.
So be cautious, because you can lose it.
And once it's gone, you can't choose it.
Like a current flowing over a glassy rock,
It never passes twice; the current continues nonstop.
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
So goes the clock.
The hands are steadily moving.
So, are you losing or improving?
It's precious, so never squander it.
Use it wisely and cherish it.
Some say it's not real.
But in this realm, it’s easy to feel.
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
And so goes the clock.