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The Sweat of Thy Face
When we were young, we were given a charge by the Almighty…
“ Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it.”
( This, we seemed able to do.
It was the second charge we've had trouble with…)
“...In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground…”
History, according to the Bible, tells us that, one reason Adam was formed was because God wanted someone to till the ground…to work the soil, planting seeds and reaping the fruits of their labor.
Since it goes on to say we will do this with the sweat of our face, we can deduce that this will be hard work. Perhaps mankind misunderstood the words, “of THY face”, reading it as, “the sweat of THEIR face”?
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Slavery,
Bond servants,
Free labor…
Sacrificing humanity and compassion for a footstool.
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Freedom! Finally, unpaid and forced labor is rejected and despised…outlawed.
However, the ones in power were still the wealthy.
Mankind, always searching for the loophole to save their soft, lilly white hands from respectable callouses.
We began to forget how to work, how to grow food, preserve it, and how to be self reliant.
We sacrificed quality for quantity, flavor for convenience, health for sloth.
We've been blessed with intelligence, ingenuity, common sense…what do we accomplish with these blessings? Discovering more and more ways to avoid a sweaty face and those calloused hands.
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The industrial revolution,
The Sciences, Technology,
Our superpower, Pollution.
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Now, on the cusp of inventing the ultimate slave, we could be creating a world where human beings are merely dumb animals relying on our own creation to do all the hard stuff…like thinking.
Once again we create the tower of Babel.
Not to reach heaven, no...
a tower that controls our very own Adam...
Our highly polished, Eve.
When one tries to control Artificial Intelligence , how will we know who holds the leash and who wears the collar?
The cactus hoovers like a bully daring to be touched. Another cactus of a different type blossoms briefly.
The vegetable garden lies bare this year and wonders why. She doesn't understand that when I sometime grow weary, weak, and worn reaping such small tomatoes, I take a break.
The roses stand erect longing to be photographed. The Iris has had their say and returned for the season. The lawn was beautifully green a few weeks ago, but she looks at me now as she slowly turns brown and pleads for water, forgetting that in summer, I prefer brown, not green. I promised that I would keep her cut and trimmed, but not green.
The fruitless mulberry waves her leaves, standing ready for summer shade. The peony, who doesn't care for high temperatures, is feeling the May heat. I will inform her in a day or two that she will soon join her sister in a more desirous, suitable, and shady place and be transplanted into a large flower pot. She is thriving so well. I must not fail her as I did last year by not being dutiful and prompt enough to provide her a new home.
In back, the Rose of Sharon tree is begging to be noticed. Underneath the tall palms, the plums, peaches, and nectarines are showing signs of a bumper crop this year. Water is limited and scarce; but trees and plants are thriving, and life is shouting!
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Rudyard said it best, but now it is my time to build on another’s table,
If you can shun the word I can’t, and embrace the phrase, I’m able,
If you can watch the world you love, be torn apart and rent asunder,
But not give way to hate it, or join in wicked plunder,
If you can lose your mind and heart as well, but lift yourself from such that hell,
If you can watch your labor tossed aside, but work on despite the pain inside,
If you can hear advise from friend and foe, that works to mock your toil true,
And yet apply the good that’s said, and rise to climb the mountains new,
If you can lose your love when comfort fades, but rage on through that stress,
If you can endure the trials of this life, and still not worship tests,
If you can achieve the most from Gifts within, yet not give in to greed within,
If you can seek to share, and watch your house unravel while others bleed you
bare,
If you can feel the weight of atlas on your back and see Christ’s body torn,
And yet refuse to relinquish hope to see the dawn of earth adorned,
If you can love all women but none too much,
If you can love all things with open touch,
If you can be a fool, and still forgive yourself for errors of your past,
If you transcend sin, yet still restrain the pangs to judge your sister’s lapse,
If you can run this race with gentle care, yet unafraid to risk it all,
If you can fall, and fall again, and yet again, but never lose your faith,
If you can run this race, yes sometimes slow, and without reaping still yearn to
sow,
If you can trust in God, through thick and then, and not give sway to doubt in men,
If you can love like Christ, our God above, yet still resolve to confront wrong,
If you can see affections wane with time, yet still acknowledge angel’s songs,
If can shun all ugly sounds, yet still embrace the beauty that keeps you true,
If you can stand all things, and still at end, love you for simply being you,
If you can be the gentle sort of old, yet still rebuke with mercy bold,
Then you will know the truth of God,
Then you will see the life that drives and helps us strive throughout our lives,
If you can run this race my son, and love and live despite the cross you bear,
Then my son, and only then, you’ll be a Man who dares to dare,
To yes believe in God above,
And be a vessel of her love.
(Rev. 21: 1-7 / Rev. 21: 10-27 / Rev. 22: 1-6 / Rev. 4: 1-6 / Dan. 7: 9, 10, 13, 14, 18 & 27)
Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
Into The Splendiferous, Shining Sector!
To The Spiritual Site Where Ultra-Love Glows
by the Vibrant, Blindingly-Brilliant Light-Vector
Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
GOD Has Invited Us Into HIS Kingdom!
The Resplendent, Royal City of Emerald Rainbows
& Radiant Pearl & Gold & Glass-Sheen-Domes
… Where Thunders, Horns & Harp String Tones
Join With Angels & Kings In Hallelujahs’ Choir-Songs!
and Residents Greet Citizens In True Fashion ‘Shalom’
and Are Welcomed Like Beloved Children Come Home
& Share The Fruit of Trees – Sweetest Ever Known
A Righteous Reaping & Keeping Paradise Beautifully Grown
as Crystal Fountains & Rivers, Bubble Forth & Shone
… in The Sparkling Waters of Life’ Gleaming Zone!
… O’ Let Us Gaze In Awe – In Meek Gratitude
At The Greatness & Grandeur of GOD’s Estate!
Let Us Whisper In Respect-Muted Admiration
with Wiped Feet As We Walk A Street Called Faith
Let Us Gather ‘Round Devotedly – As A Great Crowd
Read Inscriptions On The Precious-Gem Cornerstone
of The City’s Foundation, As Opened Fortress Beckons
To Jeweled Temple & Ancient of Days, Treasure-Throne!
Walk With Baited Breath & Bowed Hearts & Heads
As Joyful Tears Pool In Our Beaming Eyes!
As Into The Godly Realm … We Have Ventured
& Entered ‘The Archway’ Supports For All Skies
O’ My Brothers, My Sisters, My Family & My Friends
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
Where We Have Been Invited To HIS Garden Party
Where Each One of Us Will Get To Speak … with HIM!
All You HIS Faithful Ones – Who Awaited Kingdom Come
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
To The Place Where The Holy of Holies Is Situated
O’ Get A Glimpse of Heavenly, New Jerusalem!
Into The Glorious Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go!
Up To Clouds & Zion’s Mountain-Top Location
As Earth Becomes – The Global Promised Land
Yes, Humans’ Own Homefront, Habitat Space-Station
(Yes, This World’s First Honorable United Human Nations)
… and Into The Godly Realm … GOD Will Let Us Go
… into The Splendiferous, Spectacular Sector!
Into The Spiritual Area – Where Eternity Roams
Close To The Vibrant & Blindingly-Brilliant, Light-Vector
Written & ©: 7/13/2013
By: The MoonBee
the worldly folk armies of the twice enchanted for common tragedies reaping the pleasures of others that they can no longer enjoy singing goats songs escaping to the hills of freedom while a coil of rope of undisclosed amount unravels behind the scape goat like the elusive gonzo hunter's infamous mumble as tumbling down a rabbit hole in search of self landing in a pool of sharks all have fallen short of thy glory as we Pierrots stage upon stage the verismo or in contemplation committed the Pagliacci with tears and laughter in your eyes where to find sanity in a mad mad world laughing at parodies of you own self will only last so long like waking up to find the drink again with shaky hands for all have sinned on the way to meet Jesus for He came to save the lost the friendly physician rejoicing more for one sheep found than the ninety-nine still on a more tragic note is the one who thinks he is not lost counting sheep to go to sleep to get passed the regrets of the day awaking to chance wandering the world for another day blinded by an unseen enemy who tells him he will be okay then repeat the matter of his own comedy without hope without God in this world but there is hope for I was there to find find power love and a sound mind a peace that surpasses all understanding while working so hard to find the who am I The good shepherd found me my greatest treasure may He find you the Lord Jesus is the gift to mankind when you find him it does not have to end in a tragic time
Her name is Seren
Yes the proud welsh girl, not foe, hopefully a fren
The number of contest she entered, maybe a million
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give her a billion
She has passionately stated her favorite color is green
She talked about more shades than I think I’ve seen
My vision isn’t great, but good thing I’m not color blind too
Then I’d be like those Greeks, with one word for green and blue
She also has a pooch named Tilly
If that’s a variation of Teal then she’s green silly
Maybe instead of silly I better choose a synonym
Lest emerald becomes jade and I sing a new hymn
Yes of PD, I could write clerihews day and night
However, whatever I may or might write, it’s never in spite
She loves alliteration, writing recklessly reaping rich reward
Of ailing alliteration, I’m alienated, not even a steady steward
I think my friend PD thinks I’m the meanie
With my clerihew about seeds, I think she dubbed me weenie
I am sorry Linda, I was going to remove it from the site
But too many others found some delight
Last but not least ThePhilosopher, yeah that’s me
The one that always seems to be lost at sea
You would think either past or present I was a sailor
However on life’s quest I’ve been quite the delayer
My name is Wayland, no not the first nor the third
I am the second and sometimes I mention a bird
Speaking of the bird, I look at the top 100 poems list
And obviously there is something that I missed
When I speak of the top 100’s list, I mean for two weeks
Some post almost two hundred, yes 200, they aren’t meek
I wonder how it’s possible and then I read their verse
Many times I’m often left to curse
But since when did ThePhilosopher, become the judger of prose
His clerihews always talking about these, thou, and those
I should change my name to King James
But my buddy is already King of the Quatrains
Oh yes My buddy Jack will be the last
The subjects he writes about are vast
Too many to remember with all his pretty words
When I think of his poems I don’t think of birds
I recently read his poem titled bums unite
He said he gave them money at times, it probably felt right
He said someday they may even get a ten spot
If someone gives me a ten spot, then I’m yelling JACKPOT!
*these are always done if fun, hahaha another random rhyme
BADMAN:
This is ANDERSON. WALKINGSHOES...
VERSE 1:
Chastise me not,
I'm just like you, we all do wrong,
So why act as if you're ever good?
Hey,Nobody is righteous,dude.
You have no reason to condemn me.
Pressure on life, we all can see.
I wish you could forget about mine,
And focus on your life.
That could be fine.
If you should stop speaking lies,
It will even be the ultimate cure,
To make your dignity becomes secured.
I'm feeling good, and you're feeling contrite,
Since you're refusing to take off the log in your own eyes.
This is a theory of real fact,
Perturbed to be wisdomic and right.
If you could accept to do this act,
Truth and peace would raise you to a greater height.
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
Yet, we're expected to dance before time dies.
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
VERSE 2:
I'm apart in your flesh,
So why do your thoughts keep me with negativity?
But I'm still living well and fresh;
Grounded firmly in positivity.
All you wish for me is death,
I'm kicking in victory as you drown in dread;
Reaping the outcomes of your planted seeds,
Such transparency revealing your bad deeds.
Therefore, why should you backbite me,
When I'm busily fighting to be who I need to be?
I wish you also wrestle to break free,
From the world of greed.
Yesterday you lost at burying me, indeed.
Today too you're here again fighting me,
I know you'll be here tomorrow for the same thing.
I'm not minding you but I will forever win.
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
VERSE 3:
Whenever I move in, your heart starts to beat.
Although my concentration is not on you,
Still my intellect is able to read.
And your own instinct testifies that you're a fool.
Outro:
You'll suffer forever.
Streams of blue fluid
Flows downward
As fragile carcasses decay
Without a peep of a sound
We’re in the brink of disaster…
Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?
We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us…
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…
Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…
The eeriness breaks
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly…
Into the chambers of death
Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops…
Rising rapidly –
It never stops
Dreams of misfortune still
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness…
Consuming the darkness…
We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…
Who will set our souls free
From suppression?
Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our
Guiltless lives…
We’re in complete agony…
Does He consider
Our prayers
Of support and nourishment?
We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…
Encourage us to keep on
Trekking toward Your light
Where’s Your path?
You rinse off all of the sorrow
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow
The weeping ceases…
While the corpses
Tear into
Blood-spattered
Pieces…
The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our
Ecstasy…
Leading us to peace and fortune
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from
Calamity…
We’re hungry…
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly
Like an obscure cave…
Rescue us from affliction –
Embracing downhearted clouds…
Those wretched clouds…
Brought us rain when we asked for bread…
Those merciless clouds…
Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…
Remember our supplications…
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us
Out of cruel vengeance
Out of sheer amusement
Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover…
You can’t manipulate us
Like a subtle toy
We’re praying for
Quiet waters
Offer the deceased
A second chance
Don’t disown
Our broken lives
We’re not alone…
We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…
All of our righteousness are as filthy rags
I do believe that's what I read
We all fall short of the glory of God
I know that's what my bible said.
But there are some of you that don't have a clue
You think yourselves an exception to these rules
You think you are wise and perfect in God's eyes
When in reality, you're nothing but fools.
You judge all of mankind making yourself blind
To your own faults, or you pretend to have none
You curse all men who are submerged in their sin
While forgetting the things that you've done.
You're in church every week and when its your turn to speak
You speak loudly, for you love to be heard
You should keep it in mind while impressing mankind
That your actions speak louder than your words.
It is church goers like you when you do what you do
That causes God to quickly take offense
You skillfully dodge all blame and hide in God's name
However, there are many ways to straddle the fence.
Now don't get me wrong for I do not go along
With the things that men are doing today
But I can't throw a stone when I've many faults of my own
I just tell people about God the right way.
You and your kind who are so stupid and blind
Build yourselves up by knocking others down
Because they're not like you and don't do what you do
You say that they're lost, and will not get a crown.
You sit in high places and walk about with two faces
Seeming godly, if only in your eyes
You tell your sisters and brothers that they're better than others
But I know that this is nothing but lies.
Think what you may but come judgement day
When the Master has completed His reaping
You'll stand in His glory and we'll know the true story
For He'll reveil the secrets that you're keeping.
When God sees your mess He will not be impressed
By what you have or what you think you may know
He'll take just one look, see your name not in His book
Then it will be off to hell you will go.
You could change this sad ending if you stopped your pretending
To be perfect and all holier than thou
Stop hiding your evil ways and do as God says
Then you'll be saved, but the time is right now.
By Benjamin Macieo Davis
Theprinceofpoetry
Time is a fickle thing for those
healing.
Fear and pain are the feat.
Cocooned they must be in self-growth.
Scorned by deceit and jealousy Drenched and cold,
Kicked from that of worship Fresh from the Siren’s lair,
Aphrodite grins at your descent. Chivalry, the dying breed,
A streak of white… Longs to feel warmth again…
Whispers fade in your falling. Lost in the sea of thoughts
Peace and tranquility leached. Thinking for oneself again
Beauty stripped to He timidly holds his shield abreast
Blackness entwines the wings… Wary of making a decision…
A subject to death once more. Fresh is the scent of the sea.
Tears of misfortune. Barnacles no longer feed
Quenches the reaping ground. Off of his efforts.
Reflections of moonlight dance with Determined to find
Devilish shadows… solace again...
The siren’s call
Still persistent
sends
Black wispy chains from the sea.
Snares the mind
Stifles movement
Snaps a twig
And that of the Valkyrie.
Wings splays into motion.
Slicing
The bond of old
Envelopes him in down.
Warmth is given to his worth
Sheds the armor of old
Comfort and passion clean the soul
A beam of light to the heavens.
Knocks Aphrodite from her
Grinning perch
Scarring the cheek
The cost of jealousy.