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~shelter From Th' Storm~

~SHELTER FROM TH' STORM~


TWISTING INTO VORTEX,MY VISIONS VANISH TO NAUGHT
THUNDERHEADS ROLL VIOLENTLY,AS VORACIOUS DINS RING A TOLL
TH' DARKNESS...NOW FEEDS FEROCITY'S MAELSTROM
BURSTING AT MY SEAMS,TO CHALLENGE REALITY

STIGMATIC WOUNDS,PROFUSELY NOW POUR
LIFE BECOMES DEATH,AS I PLEAD FOR MY DELIVERANCE
REGRET OF MY BIRTH,FEEDS A YEARNING
FREEDOM ONCE AGAIN,FROM TORTURE...I PLEAD

DAMN MY MORTALITY,I DESIRE NO MORE
TO BE LOOSED FROM BOND OF FLESH,MY SPIRIT GROANS
A TRAUM'D PAST,WAXES NOSTALGIC
CONCEIVED ONCE MORE...THEN REBORN

DEMON'S SEED PLANTED AGAIN,SEARING RAIN BLEEDS
TH' STORM GALES TOSS ME,TO N' FRO' TO BREAK
THOUGH SEEK I A SHELTER,NOT ONE BEACON SHEWS
MINE EYES THAT KNEW BEAUTY,ARE NOW BLACK'ND BLIND

A WHIRLWIND NOW FORMS,DRAWING ME FORTH
DEBRIS PULVERIZES MY PSYCHE',AS IT SWALLOWS ME IN
ONE NOW WITH THIS CYCLONIC SATAN,I SEEK TO DESTROY
BUT AN EYE APPEARS FROM TH' CENTER...OF PUREST LIGHT

PIERCING MY HEART...RELIEF COMES AT LAST
TH' STORM NOW CEASED,I FALL AS I GASP
HANDS APPEAR 'NEATH ME,AS SAVED I'M AGAIN...
FROM CEASING LIFE'S BREATH...BY TH' TRUEST OF FRIENDS






©~AZAZA~'09


Only Human

How does one put a price on love
how do you forgive & forget when 
that connection was suppose to be 
sacred. How does love go from 
unconditional to pure hatred is it
possible to escape with at least your
dignity after hearing them four words,
"Baby Please Forgive Me". Is there 
really a reason, a question of who's 
innocent or who's guilty? Is there a real
reason that person made the wrong decision
can Jesus or Satan approach the bench when
the times comes to be a surprise witness to 
this case? Does anyone in the essence have 
the right to be slapped in the face? Does anyone 
have an answer for me that doesn't lead to 
accusations of accusing? Despite Christ love
for the Church, Lord God I have only one confession,
"I'm Only Human"
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

The Game Change

Two strong competitors fighting for the crown
So many promises,  Where can we go wrong

What did our bible?
Said about speaking in tongues

Someone must lose in order
 For the other one to win

That is what known at the game change.
Knowingly, nothing would ever be the same again

How many competitors from the past fulfill their promises?
Fools us once, shame on you, fool us twice,
 
We just have to say Oh! Jesus Christ.”

We listen and watch all those tricks and trades
With ponderings thoughts we said “who said what?
 Can they really step up to the plate and deliver

 Are we willing to put our country in the hand of the wealthy?
 Who never knew the meaning being dirt poor?
Should we say, no more, no more?

Show us the beef, and we shall show you where our loyalty lies
Because man is his own authority
 So he uses his brilliant educational philosophy so creative 
he wink and said ” I get back to you on the real issues”
You law abiding fools

Satan is a liar, and so is man.
White, lies, black lie and grey lies
Everybody lied at some point in their life
why stop now?
Form: Concrete

The Feast of Tabernacles - Now

10/7/12

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There is a multitude around the world preparing for God’s Kingdom
And there is one dark enmity preparing as well
Combatting this powerful being’s influence and persistence
Is like going against a strong ocean current during a blistery storm

Satan the devil has blinded the world
How then can we help others see the light?
God reveals through the Word something unsettling
He reveals that there will be many readily embracing
The very enemy himself

Be aware of the darkness and its devices that destruct
Many will fail to realize who is the hero 
Turning to the very one that will tear them apart

There will be baggage in the millennium
The multitude will have the authority to teach
To take away the blinds from the clouded, deceived eyes
Of billions

We continue on now
We take action now
For the sake of all of those now and onwards

*inspired by John Goodwin*

Requiem For a Nightmare

Imagine Earth itself to be just another Troy, from which, after having raged
In countless battles from Tyre to Megiddo has not been conquered, only aged
And now, having defeated the Spartan race, destroying Priam’s home
Odysseus is captain of a spacecraft with the direction of Ithaca not known
On land to land, world to world, asteroid to comet, sun to galaxy he will wander lost
With endless delay, look askance-or with wanderlust-be unable to define a host

Of angels, like the first home, who—with celestial sound—closed God on a throne
Only future starmen will proceed without God's advantage, in empty space all alone
The victory of God against Satan, here, unproclaimed with all men lost, in between
The endless battles of lucifer and the deity; heaven's splinter to the devil's spleen
The past ages of travail, a mere testing ground of efficacy, the master's saving grace
With the bulk of humanity, like chaff of wheat, having been sifted, as if only a race

Mankind, having run as a race, a race, quite long, the original cause forgotten
How corruption had entered, how the fall began, when Eve traipsed the garden
Yet the race of man; his nature, his spoke, his mind, like a wheel intermingled
Along with the path of the gods--their flight, their call--the Seth of Eve first jingled
How could he not but cry out, from crib, in inter-mixed and complex strain
Since so saith Adam's wife, doting upon her first real child aptly named

Appointed to replace her prior kind, one stricken and one banished
Shepherd Abel first, died, from blight of Cain, latter, whose soul famished
If not his body, since fed with fruit and till of the land, in parched curse
His work distilled into nonsense, and measure as much less in worth
Then the gentle, strange and loving work of the Shepherd's hand
From Shepherd to shepherd, the Maker gave not to Abel land

Since he roamed from brook to brook, or down into gentle meadow
With his staff in hand, and flock afoot, only the caves like ghettos
Learning manly ways and singing with chest open and bare
Under open sky, canopy misting light, and all of life seeming fair
The Lord, himself, culling Abel's rapport and favour, giving him trust
Rather than partition acres, cubits or parcels of land, if only just just
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member A prezzie for satan '

I have an early Christmas gift for this fellow, after first some sound advice'
There is a light at the end of his tunnel
And its a cheery; cherry bright.' I have seen the flickers i know its there, just
Needed that piece of information 
to share, so now to his present' i beleive he
Is into plot twists? Well judging by those
Horns that is how it is.' Now i know how he has agonized about the ( remmnant church! ) on where it might be? And when
It will show.? And he's not alone in such seachings..I will have you know" there are
Beleivers who have studied long.! Even I have thought it could forn in an exodos from, the dying woke churches, maybe that will come, yet will God place a sign over the door.? That satan can zero in on?
Or will they be splintered scattered everywhere.? Only God knowing their sanctity, and sheilding them there, in one to one with Jesus they might well stand right in front on satan, yet if he can find them i'll be damned.' The remmenant church in great power will move, harvesting from satan.' Well he's only going to loose' all Glory to Jesus All Glory
I proclaim l.' Soon he will grasp satan by his horns and twist them once again.' He will send him to the deepest hell all saved
Spirits now rejoice.' God alone claims the victory! while to you belongs the choice.'
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Lord, Where Would I Be Without Your Love

Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would be lost forever more)
Lord, where I would I be without your love?
(I would be nowhere at all, nowhere at all)

Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would be without any hope)
Lord, where would I be with without your love?
(I would not be able to cope (with my own life)

Lord, where would I be without your love?
( I would be spiritually lost forever more)
Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would be unable to enter into paradise!)

Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would be eternally lost (forever more)
Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would abandon all hope once I die!)  

Lord, where would be without your love?
(I would belong to the kingdom of darkness)
Lord, where would I be without your love?
(Instead of the kingdom of love and light!)

Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would be spiritually blinded by my sins)
Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would be unfit to enter into the kingdom 
of heaven)

Lord, where would I be without your love?
(Satan, the devil would become my master)
Where would I be without your love?
(He would claim my spirit once I die!)
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Post scrip 

Lord, without your love: first I would end 
up in hell fire and brimstone. I would remain
there until the second restriction of the
dammed and the lost souls. 

At the ending of the one thousand year reign
of You and Your saints upon the earth.

Next, I would face You as my judge the White 
Throne Judgement and be thrown alive into 
The Lake of Fire by your heavenly angels!
It would become my eternal home!

Lord, I would never want to end up without your
merciful everlasting love!

In Christ's Holy Name!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 20, 2021
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Dear Satan

Dear Satan,
Dear Satan,
You have my honor, my respect, and my admiration,
For how can I not admire you?
For you are not even as great as God, and yet you use your power more.

You take the time to intricately understand my weaknesses,
You take the time to understand exactly what buttons to push to destroy me,
You care about me Satan, for that I am appreciative,

But God? God is willing to watch me suffer,
God is willing to watch you lay waste in my life, and to watch you sift me as wheat?
How can I not admire you?
For I am truly the object of your focus!
God?  God is willing to watch me fail,
Whereas you are not willing to watch me succeed!

Ah Satan, how immeasurable is your perspicacity,
How wondrous is your mind and endurance!
For you take the time to turn all those who I would love against me,
Whereas God is satisfied to watch me wallow in their derision,

Ah Satan, you’re lies are intricately woven and readily available,
But God’s truth is as an enigma which no one can solve!
Ah Satan, you use God’s word against me, and persecute me through the very ones who I call
brothers.
Ah Satan, you make ornate promises that you cannot possibly keep,
Whereas God promises nothing!

Ah Satan, how unsearchable are your ways?!
How indescribable are your methods,
For you can convince innocent children to commit suicide?
While God watches them devour one another?!

Ah Satan, I give you respect,
For you would will that I would die,
More so than God wills that I would live,

May you succeed my brother,
Kings to you, Checkmate, I relinquish my will to defeat at the hands of your unbeatable
wisdom.
For where God would not enter, there you ARE!!
Amen.

Premium Member For the Love of God

God has given Man so much,
The world and all it's wonders;
And only asks we keep in touch,
And He'll heal all our blunders.

First He made the firmament,
Then He made the earth,
Filling it with beauty,
And all things of real worth.

Then from the earth He took some dust,
Enough to fill His hand,
And from the dust in love and joy,
He fashioned the first man.

From the mouth of God Almighty,
The man took his first breath;
And God said, 'Cleave ye just to Me,
And never know ye death.'

God bestowed upon the man,
All kinds of gifts and favors.
All that's good upon the earth,
Were his to have and savor.

Then Satan came onto the scene,
Envying our God.
Not satisfied with his estate,
He wanted to be God.

Throughout the centuries he's labored,
Deceiving all mankind;
Trying to convince us,
It's time to change our mind.

The only way God can be hurt,
Is to steal the thing He loves;
And so he tries to take the man,
God bought back with His Blood;

For Man did stray a little while,
Deceived by the King of Thieves;
But Jesus came to buy us back,
And He's bringing in the sheaves.

The devil knows the time grows short,
So he's stepped up the pace.
Don't believe his lies this time.
Your life lies in God's Grace.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Devil Dance

Devil Dance

Devilish life, life brought, my life, into my life. Oh, dark
Dark, this is a shadow, and dance, dance, dance. Night

I can’t live my life. I haven’t. No day. No human life. Kind
Calling the night. Silky hug. Loving me this, and I the night

Yes. Dark. Dark my life. It was so white. Light. Same. Now
Always. Light. Dark. Best way. To forever. Deep in my dark

My life. I needed love. It was a lie. I loved. English woman
No more. This love. I feel bad. So bad. No more this. Woman

I want purity. Life. Purity. Crystal. The life. Original. Gift. From
From God. Hmm. Ancient life. Woman. Paradise. Real. Life

Devil my life, evil my life. Psychology put me on this path
English. Self-interested, destructive psychology. Hmm. English

I don’t want psychology in my life. I have God. And Satan
No. No. Please. No need. English psychology. Leave me

Alone. I don’t need the English psychological science in 
In my life. I hate the English Psychology. I am a European
Health. Mentality

I am a free man. Dancing, dancing, dancing. An evil life
Free life. Open heart. Open life. An open kind. Eye of life

Devilish. Evilish my life. I am a little satan, evil in my soul, the life
Disappointed in life. In humanism. Life. But. Yes. But. I want

I want. I want to live. Not leave. The life. Mine. Gift. From God
Thank. My ruler. Lord Satan. Live our life. Lives. Golden light

Devil. Evil. Devil dance. My life. Pushed me here. Psychology
English. English Psychology. Down. But my life is the winner. 

I live. Alone. Hmm. Yes. But life sometimes is sad. Alone. But
it could be light. My dark. Shine. Glittering a shadow. Dark side

My life. English Psychology is primitive. Not compatible. To life
To European souls. To the global life. Only business. Dirty money.

Can’t stop the dance. 
The life
This is mine
Devil Dance
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A life

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