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Braced upon Scriptural perspective
propelled along divine directive
my poetic mind stays assertive
showing celestial prerogative
throne in heaven --- indeed positive!!!
Heaven’s throne is supremely active
as God reigns, perfectly effective
working wisely midst loving motive
granting grace so appropriative
with mercy and truth’s preservative.
Bible states “mansions*” --- definitive
thus, being curiously perceptive
joyful fellowship forever--- never presumptive…
well, what’s sure is heaven’s objective:
to serve as eternal home, festive!!!
*John 14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
November 5, 2021
a carefully curated posture
shoulders back, chin high
bathed in self assurance
wearing a veil of confidence
thinking can sway the earth
always at centre of stage
fishing for recognition
taking inflated credits for success
bragging of achievements
fancy knowing all
not inclined to learn
to avow mistakes
self-conceited
sense of self- importance
holding themselves in the sky
others as inferior
on low ground
heart turned to stone
seeking own gains
rooted in self exhaltation
raising own ranks
heeding not what others think
words chosen
like precious stones
each syllable weighed
polished, and displayed
for admiring eyes
speaking of journeys
never taken
of battles fought
in hushed rooms
victories whispered
to an invisible court
laughter too loud
too bright
a manufactured chime
to mask silence
that would otherwise reveal
hollowness within
inhabiting a rarefied air
where common ground
is but a place
they condescend to visit
a fleeting curiosity
before returning to their peak
building castles
on fleeting sands
fortified with opinions
that echo their own voice
a fortress of ego
impenetrable
sadly, alone
constant striving
not for growth
but for image
reflecting in lake
that never ripples
always perfect
ever staged
in quiet moments
when performance falters
when mask slips
a flicker of doubt
a tremor of fear
reveals the fragile soul
beneath the regal facade
soon curtain rises
spotlight finds its mark
and the curated posture
steps back into place
the perfect illusion
restored once more.
To publicly stand against any of God's Law
And in turn tempting all of society to perilously fall
Leading blindly, so presumptive as you trample about
Is that not arrogance when in God's Own Face you legislate doubt
Contradicting His every Word
At least that is all that I seem to have heard
Thus we can not practice what you preach
For it is only the Lord Jesus that we shall ever beseech
And in your audacity I can see your swagger
As in the evil act of abortion, You are the dagger
And as you continue to drift further and further away
Now this whole country has lost it's entire way
Your judgment shall be of the most severe
As His condemnation of such acts is very, very clear
Oh all those you misguided they shall be judged too
But not so nearly as harsh as will be You
Why the curved sword, Joshua?
"The signal for the ambush,
And a wily subterfuge!
Ai will be reaped by Yahweh.
The whole field, corners, too.
No one will be left to gather.
He exposes Ai's warriors-
The burning city behind,
The ravine in front,
The king of Ai is a fool,
Leaving the city undefended.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
There can be no refuge,
When there's no Substitute,
When Yahweh attacks His enemies."
Why the curved sword, Son of Man?
"The Earth's harvest is ripe,
I must reap swiftly and fully!
Big Lie Country will be reaped,
The Son will proceed to judge,
Earth's bad grapes are over-ripe!
I will swing the curved sword,
Gather in the bad grapes,
And toss them into the wine press!
Fools say there is no God,
Calling evil good and good evil.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
The rocks cannot hide them,
When they reject the Substitute,
When the Son attacks His enemies."
Then I saw the winepress of God,
Where the blood of bad grapes
Reached the height of horses' bridles
For a distance of 200 miles.
But blessed are those,
Who die in the Lord,
For there's no sin in Him.
Our Substitute redeems!
DISVIRGINED TRUTH
We don’t have enough time left to check time
Many left as too much couldn’t get enough
Stranded in the middle of no where with no dime
The lord will provide; yet, journey still too tough
This is a historical case we all presumed
Based on facts fore-known; this is presumptive
Reasonably not the worst we all assumed
Mission not accomplished became abortive.
On air, same plane, different pilots
On a coming together, different cohorts
Our problems too enormous, might capsize us
Engulfed in cloudy flames, critics criticize us
Sin is fun, fun is sin; poison tasting so sweet
Let the apostles wash their heads, Jesus will wash their feet
Time to leave the multitude and reach the altitude
Time to ignore our oppositions and maintain our positions.
Many prophets, same quest, different prophesies
Ambition is priceless, same quest, different emphases
We are here for destiny sake, one mission
Starting to keep moving, confused vision
Time to focus and get it
Our ‘F’ is for forget it
Kiss it and stuck your tongue
Even we are wrong.
...LORDVIP...
My body is a liquid
that keeps your glass half full
I'm merely there to fill the gap
between episodes of a screenplayed life
the need for symmetry
is overdrawing a story
were us could be presumptive
like you said
those expectations were my mirroring
so your repulsion stepped out to the scene
now we're sitting each in his corner
shrunken
as the vertical thoughts aim the heart harder
like a drone
released with purpose
absolved of liability
from the shelves of my soul
you're removing belonging titles
stacking your books
while happiness in this head is playing a tennis match
in front of an empty grandstand
I'm not standing
you've lent my nature disrupting the statics
I stand no more
I'm floating between this viscous heart
and knowledge that for me you're nefarious
preparing your clean exit
I'll sweep hidden agenda letters
which were adjusting to all of my lightheartednesses
you've turned the light off
and my heart became raspy
as you kept introducing roles in this performance
curtain is lowered
I'm bringing us to the end