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Since the earliest Olympic games, history
Has provided the players in dramatic scenes.
Where the acts would command the physical,
As they performed to the kings and queens.
Their display of strength and speed,
Gives rise to power that would adore.
While leaping and throwing to the heavens,
As if they no longer touched the floor.
The early games bred many great warriors,
Whereas today they create better diplomats.
Even though they may not be the best role models,
They're often effective in dealing with aristocrats.
In the Kingdom, it's substraction
It's like many are called but few are chosen
It's like in the time of Gideon going to war
God stop them said to him you're too many
In the spiritual battle, numbers don't matter
It's the quality that matters
It's the faithfulness that matters
Those love stomach that is their God
Not worthy to win battles
They are cause for defeat
Carnality cannot trust victory
Spiritual people sees the then and now
In these last days, women rise to power
They have been used as an insult to the enemy
Through Eve, sin enters the world
Through Eve's, they rebound and wins sin
Conquering the world and defeating the enemies
The lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes and
The pride of life weaponizing the flesh
Saving the soul from perdition to salvation.
watch the images dance.
$19.95 for do it all designer genes.
Engineer for a healthier life
don’t forget it’s a great meat tenderizer
as well as a thermal nuclear warhead.
Surf the digital channels
transcend the matrix in nanoseconds
get caught in the web of world wide damnation
the information age
the information rage
were knowledge is power
power is for the insane
greed for the masses;
Fury for the masses
Mine junk, candy for the brain,
sink into the lives of the media s dirty drain.
Fury for the masses!
See justice become a freak show
in the minds of the meek
at the global media circus,
see an orange demagogue rise to power, fame!
See the murderer walk
or the execution of victims.
See an not-so-innocent dark man
Inflame a nation to change.
Rage the Masses.
See a serial killer talk
about the abuse of his toy train.
Driven him insane, deranged!
Made millions on the rights
or
see violence for violence
see the guns explode
see the The Drugs flow
see the decay of the world
in all its technicolor gore.
Fury for the Masses…
To the downtrodden, the marginalized, and worn,
Is this the fate that's yours to mourn?
The bourgeoisie, a cabal of power and might,
Gather to crush the poor, and snuff out their light.
The poor, in turn, unwittingly join the fray,
Oppressing themselves, in a vicious cycle of disarray.
Since time immemorial, I've witnessed this sad refrain,
Rarely seeing the rich and poor unite in love's sweet refrain.
For the wealthy fear that if the poor rise to power,
Their loyalty will wane, and their grip on them will cower.
So they indoctrinate, with subtle, deceitful guile,
Enslaving minds, and keeping the poor in servile trial.
By night, the rich and powerful conspire and plot,
While by day, they wear masks of deceit, and hearts that are not.
How many meetings do the poor convene to break their chains?
Will they forever remain silent, and endure the pains?
The upper class imposes taxes, a burden to bear,
While they themselves pay less, and live without a care.
But I ask you, dear oppressed, how long will you remain mute?
Will you not rise up, and demand your rights, and your freedom to compute?
No one is indispensable, your voice matters, don't you see?
Break free from the shackles of oppression, and be the change you seek to be.
Speak out, rise up, and shatter the chains that bind,
For your freedom, your future, and your dignity, are worth the fight to find.
Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing.
As legend goes, Romulus
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time,
it grew into a powerful city
that ruled the ancient world
with intimidation and atrocity.
Each hieroglyphic tells
a story of victory,
of defeat, of conquest,
of cruelty and dominion:
hear Julius Caesar
speak against his enemy
in the Roman Forum!
It's such a sorrowful echo of distrust;
hear the shouts of proud citizens
overtaken by anger and disgust...
even louder they would be after
his premeditated assassination!
Every empire old or new
has known its glory in full;
and Rome more than any
empire has excelled them all.
If those hieroglyphics tell
of its greatness and superiority,
they also should expose
the evil minds of some emperors:
like Caligula, Nero and Diocletian
who ruled with a steady iron hand.
Constantine's conversion
to Christianity brought harmony,
the inhumane slaughtering
of innocent Christians was halted.
Would this empire have survived
without its legions of mighty stronghold?
Hieroglyphics itched in triumphal arches,
temples and monuments attest:
that the rise to power takes
an ingenuity which begins
with a strategic concept.
Today a world government
is in its raw state, other
hieroglyphics will be carved,
and along with holograms,
one sees images beyond
imagination and belief.
Will humans leave
a testament of their
existence with
a science so brief?
You see them, yet you do not,
Their power lies in their plot,
Deceivers hidden in plain view,
To undermine and cheat you.
Their stunning rise to power,
Owed to their "trap and devour".
Amazing unfaithfulness,
To the Lord of righteousness!
With bows of dishonesty,
They devise a strategy.
With arrows of lying tongue,
The deceivers' trap is sprung.
Training themselves to tell lies,
Disguising themselves as allies,
Designing their trap to surprise,
Their victims suffer demise.
"Fires of affliction await!
They cannot resist My bait!
They are always telling lies!
So, My deadly arrow flies!
They don't listen to My voice.
I'm left with only one choice.
Being unable to repent,
I spring My trap of judgment!
I am hidden in plain sight.
I see in both dark and light.
You think you can deceive Me?
The Ambush Archer is Me!"
The butcher came for the sheep
the cow did not moo, she wasn't a sheep
The butcher came for the goats
the cow did not moo, she wasn't a goat
The butcher came for the pigs
The cow did not moo, she wasn't a pig
Then the butcher came for the cow
her bull and her calves,
The rest of the farm was eerily silent
Remembering the poem of Martin Niemöller
"First they came …" a post-war 1946 poem written in prose by Lutheran pastor Martin Niemöller, who was a German (1892–1984). In it he speaks of cowardice which German intellectuals as well as some of the clergy felt in the hellish nightmare of the Jewish people. In this poem, by his own admission, a coward, looking away during Hitler's rise to power. In my own rendition of a farm, compared to his, is rather ridiculous. I just want to acknowledge his poem at this time in history. Please pray that God give our leaders insight, and clarity on what must be accomplished. Please pray for the people of Ukraine, and, please look the poem up.
The Elected
Sharks leave the water to campaign on land
Drink Champagne at political parties
Draw blood; circle around, troll for enemies
Take contributions with a wink
Tease young girls, kiss babies, follow rules
To the point of razor sharp teeth
Follow schools of fish
Delicious to eat
Sharks don’t just swim. They float
Rainy days don’t help the votes
Bait dangles on hooks
Sharks steal it when no one looks
Change to gentlemen in a gesture
Genuflect when given gifts
Run, (though they have no feet) at the smell of money
Chummed up by buddies in muddied waters
Pray for a cause to chew the fat
Call Jaws if all else fails
Sharks fly when not swimming to victory
The media counts on them to lie
They lie in wait to strike
At the elected hour
When they rise to power
Sharks love the taste of cowards
Many are my favorite things,
but nothing is more exciting
that ravishingly beautiful sexy ladies:
those seen in a movie theater
who light up the wide screen under
the Califonia's palm trees swaying.
Marilyn Monroe was an exceptional beauty,
not to mention the elegant Audrey Hepburn,
who many times made my silly heart burn;
and what about Sophia Loren, the Italian sex-symbol,
who attracted men of all ages, and entertained them all,
right after World War II had devasted her beloved Italy?
Today there are more glamorous stars,
and Madonna is one of them for her fabulous
acting in "Evita"...and her, big blue eyes
captured the audiences as she brightly danced;
lots of folks thought she was lewd, but what other choice
did she have, if not rise to power and be admired?
Allow me to list some more sensational beauties:
Angeline Jolie with her dusky complexion and pretty eyes;
a powerful sexiness that woos audiences worldwide,
but is it her talent or sex appleal that people admire?
And finally, another gorgeous actress, July Roberts, who besides her stunning
looks, she was brilliant in, "Pretty Woman" and "My best Friend's Wedding."
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Dear God, I do not ask for health or wealth. People ask you so often that you can't have any left. Give me, God, what else you have. Give me what no-one else asks for. Amen.
Dakota Fanning
We are more than the sum of our oddities,
When the body fails, so do our qualities
A deep and abiding affection for life...
When your stomach just won't let it.
What if we lose everything we hold dear?
What if we suddenly lose all we live for?
Everything crumbles in your hands as burned paper...
Can you wear it or stand in front of it?
And fight with anger as a fuel spear.
Oh, God, you are worthy of my praise!
You are my precious treasure
And the nectar that soothes my anxiety
You are utterly reliable in every way...
When passing through the squeezer
You are with me...
There is no way to hide no matter what
Nothing more, God, I praise you
You brought me back with your own touch.
Ah, if we listen to our hearts and love God!
We will feel refreshed and lifted
This leads to ecstasy...
That light from God by worshiping him.
While I stroll by your river
I shiver when I swallow your water
I'm falling apart!
What a difference love has made!
And Lord, I will never hide from you.
A fitter future for the hungry
Expression of anhedonia and glaze
Facing the light is relaxing
A genuine smile can save their soul
Speak and they will listen with unanimity...
Swords will be besotted into the plow
To grow crops and feed humanity
And the poor will prosper and rise to power
To do this bold radical world...
What if we don't have friends?
Would it be genuinely lonesome?
Life will have no meaning or purpose
Don't we need such close friends?
No one is a lonesome ship at sea
We should sustain those bonds, dear.
Welcome tired hearts
Abide a break for your tired feet
Stop talking, sing more!
Grab less, share more!
More kisses, fewer kicks!
Not noisy, but soft!
Stop bragging, more bending!
Family and peace
Kindness is always free
It grants us calm, for love is a blessing.
Written: December 25, 2022
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