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He plays the chords with his blue depression
still searching for true loves heart expression
Though there is praise for this worlds celebrity
true satisfaction from there will never be
There those extol the merits of your voice
or the fantasy of ones visionary choice
ones merit to run with company so grand
or be courtesan to the leader of the band
Can such a person ever truly see
be freed from the snares of this society
reject philosophy and understanding realize
seek for all the truth and for its prize
The concept of purity can he ever hold
reject the hype that these teachings sold
escape the prison of pride and vanity
the pursuits of the world and its insanity
All of these issues we have had to face
the system is designed for humanities disgrace
liquids full of poison forced ingestion sup
the table of corruption with its broken cup
Oh how the gold of vanity has shined
and its thought adulterated and unrefined
the glitter of those lies have truth polluted
with the leaven of the religions instituted
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Gal 5
19 The works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.
Rev 22
12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
14 “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
From zero to fresh focus:
No fads or "hocas-pocas,"
Occult tricks, nor superstitions,
Just go to Boot-Camp not institutions.
It's not about me.
It's to take a stand, you see,
A life if convictions;
Real-life risks, no fictions,
In live with Father-God and Jesus,
His Only Son that can free us,
Unaffected by criticisms, just in Love
With other and their dialogues; all the above
Seeing hearts heal brokenness and change
With no pretense, our focus rearrange,
Processing seriously but not redundant
With you in joy abundant!
Unseen injuries make it hard work
The fears lurk!
What is expected or appreciated,
Not just reactions with heart emaciated?
Bring closure and see a prologue
To nearing the goal, remove the "log,"
Rebound in faith, never be a snob,
Nor sarcastic or the Mob.
So keep your focus and the Power
Of the resurrected Christ in your tower.
Self-control is gain
Like waiting, it's a pain!
But keep your focus clear.
Hear God's music in your inner-ear.
Yes, we are all a-work-in-progress.
It's safe and fine to regress.
To vulnerability and keep involved.
Healing doesn't need all problems solved.
There's no natural-born leader.
In time we can also be a feeder.
So conquest the temporal and material.
Move in rebuilding the empire
Let Jesus' Way be your pick.
Don't be a lonely cynic
Give others the benefit of the doubt
Wear a smile, not a pout.
Banish the evil of a derailed life
The enemy tries to bring in strife
Like the striking snake it'll be too slow
For you fly high; it's too low!
So prepare for success.
Diligently sort the mess
All the way to the end.
Sign the Pledge not to bend;
To act, rebound, giving credit and devotion.
Like a sweet perfume or lovely lotion.
In prayer and fasting let negatives go
Study the Bible's fine print and know
That the challenge and the focus brings
Support, Light and salt-quality that sings!
Can you say what you feel?
In sincerity will your friendships seal?
We will find the common ground.
Honor and respect will be found.
If there's no logic nor gentle calm,
Will we feel the Spirit's balm?
Even pillow-fights will irritate,
The time move on with fate.
Surprises will loose their fun
With that Special Someone!
So, brace yourself, focus and move.
Soon your success you will prove
With All glory given to the Lord,
Never more to be bored.
I'm a firm believer
In limerick fever
(This isn't news)
"It'll cure the blues!"
Says Jan (who is no deceiver)
Written by Jan Allison:
Writing limericks is a fine art
Yes I write about poop or a fart
But show me someone
Whose not dropped a ‘bomb’
then from poetry soup I’d depart!
Written by Lim'rik Flats:
Does art mimic life or life mimic art?
Don't ask me, I'm not too smart.
It seems the soup
Has the same poop
As watching the news (or a fart).
Drama and trauma, factions and foes,
Smiting and fighting, (hard on the nose),
Saves me the trouble
Of viewing double
Saves time, and less grief I suppose.
Written by Ray Gridley:
Raise a toast to this collaboration
Whatever your race or your nation
Just write on a whim
Lim'rick Flat's bound to grin
They are all going to be a sensation!
Written by Daniel Turner:
I know a guy called Lim'rick Flats
Writes limericks at the drop of a hat
Jan is his pal
She's quite a gal
They met in a laundry mat
Jan makes jokes about poop
he puts them in alphabet soop
drinks from the bowl
with no self control
which makes him a nincompoop
Also written by Daniel Turner:
Write all the limericks you want
but don't fart in a restaurant
people will laugh
call you riffraff
even if you're a debutante
Written by John Lawless:
oh the limerick it ain’t quite a sonnet
and the learned, they look down upon it
for they cannot grasp
its head or its ass
nor the cleansing effect of its tonic
Written by Terry Reeves:
Late for work she flew out the door
Took an express elevator to the 29th floor
Let some discreet killer farts
Nearly stopped all their hearts
Left them gagging; she'd evened the score
Written by Tim Smith:
Nonsense is here found out in the alley
Five funny lines we'll add to the tally
a smile or two
we laught till we're blue
so put out your best and join in our rally
Written by Alexis Y:
Hey what's going on in the soup?
Lim'rik Flats I want the scoop
What do you have to say?
You got poem of the day
Congrats, I shouldn't have flown the coop
Written by Jean Murray:
John is always fun.
His poems and their puns.
If you need a lift.
He has the gift.
Lim'rik Flats is number one.
psst. How could I not add this to the string? ~ john
“One more word, just one more word!’’ before I start to break,
I feel the anger rising up, I tremble and I shake.
I try to think it’s not their fault, their only little kids,
But it isn’t enough to stop the anger breaking through the lid.
I leap to them with vacant eyes screaming “that is it!”
Grabbing at their little arms while I curse hiss and spit.
Dragging them to their bedrooms, throwing them to the floor,
Storming out to get away, slamming at the door.
Next I’m in my bedroom, my head held in my hands,
Trying hard to calm myself while I figure out a plan.
“Help me someone, help me please,” I mumble quietly,
“I just can’t take this anymore,” I pray to god, I plea.
10 minutes pass, the storm has gone, I’ve realised how I’ve been,
The calm makes me aware of this and guilt has now set in.
I slowly make my way into the quietness of their rooms,
Their little red faces wet with tears from their mother’s angry fume.
“I’m sorry darling for hurting you, I just got really mad,
I never meant to make you cry, or meant to make you sad”.
I hug them tight and tell them that I love them very much,
Hoping that their still comforted by their mothers touch.
“I need you to be helpful, I need you to be good”,
“Ok” they say in solemn tone, with hope they understood.
Wiping away remaining tears of the sadness that had been,
Hiding every single trace of the anger that they’d seen.
Now once again all is well, this feels a happy home,
Motherhood is oh so sweet when the angers overblown.
It’s all so unpredictable, when push comes to shove,
One day it fits so perfectly, the next it’s hard to love.
The trials and tribulations of motherhood, I’ve had,
Some days it comes so easily, some days it seems so bad.
I used to think I’m teaching them the ways and how to be,
But as time passes quickly by I cannot help but see,
That their the ones teaching me, in many ways then one,
They’ve taught me of a selfless love that comes from being a mum,
Self control is what I lack, they’ve taught me how to see,
If I don’t control my anger, my anger controls me.
So next time that you feel you just can’t take it anymore,
Don’t grab their little arms and shut them out behind a door,
But realise there’s a lesson that their teaching you right there,
And hold them close gratefully, with tender loving care.
2.
To be alive is to dance with danger.
Both hands off the wheel,
We fly down the icy plane of existence
Trusting our belief in a Right Order of Things
To shield us from the chaos,
The chaos that waits like a hungry beast
Just off the dim edges of waking life.
There is a poison which infects us,
Running through the deep channels of our minds,
Corroding our sense of self-control,
Rubbing raw the frayed edges of our common senses
Making us crave the deadly clarity of the irrational act,
Breeding a lust for the fearful appeal
That lies smiling in the hidden heart of brutality.
He comes out of his home early that morning,
His fiancee' stepping brightly beside him.
They climbed into their truck together
Warming one another with new lovers' looks
In the snapping cold November air.
When they felt themselves readied for another suburban day,
They began backing out,
Never noting the Hatchback's approach.
So, with a little jar and a little crunch,
Their vehicles met in a tiny collision.
Minor damages produced,
Enough for annoyance, no cause for hardship.
He got out to meet the other driver,
Prepared to dispatch with this unfortunate delay
Then move on with the day.
He saw the other driver walking towards him,
Then saw the gun.
In the space of one flashing moment
Another life met its abrupt end.
Without a word, the stranger lifted his gun
And emptied a full clip into his target.
9mm slugs opened round tunnels
In the stunned body standing before him,
Blood rained brightly, roses on new snow.
After the limp form of the newly dead fell,
The killer walked back to his truck
Brought out a fresh clip,
To calmly use it up on the body
That danced under the impacts,
A briefly animated corpse upon the tarmac.
As these things transpired the woman,
The would've-been wife of the bleeding ruin
Screamed in the cab; she screamed and screamed
Like a bird in pain,
Face a vision of horror.
That horror broke itself for a fleeting moment,
Long enough to let panic flood in
The would-be wife took off then,
In aimless, agonized flight.
The killer roamed free for days.
The flood waters had drawn back
Land made its debut
The past gone and over
With nothing but hope in view
Hard work and labor ahead
Building and creating...what
Grown minds can't forget experience
No matter how one sought
...to begin again
After a time of planting and pruning
Harvest came in fullness of glory
Lending God's blessing
To the legendary story
Funny how a flood can wash away life
But not bring one to self control
The father "god" released himself
To the lusts of his consuming soul
...in celebration of humanity
What did Cush know before
That seeped under the skin to once again
Reveal the nakedness of humanity
And the sepulcher of sin
Had LOVE been present with Noah
His response could not have been a curse
Forgiveness and compassion
Would have covered even the worst
....desires
He walked away with a fear of self
And exalted himself in fear and shame
He would never need that presence again
When he forged a powerful, worship base...of a name
He would create a world of debauchary
Where twisted passions are indulged
Men and women could experiment
And the nakedness of man bulged
...in plain sight
Kingdoms came and went throughout the ages
Merging and assimilating with one
Osiris and Isis, pagan gods
Yet "freedom" displays their symbols under GOD and GUN
All of civilization has been touched by failure
To respond appropriately to fear
Written history slants truth to serve agendas
With peanuts and beer
...with a wink of the eye
The system hides at the height of education
The breaking down of a flowing mind
Add a little "god" to the knowledge
And one can operate outside of the confines of time
Raising humanity above the sludge of soul
Into the heavenlies of a magical god
Using the terrors and horrors of the past
To make a paved road, much easier to trod
...to the ALL SEEING EYE
Education under the guise of religion
Is the perfect place to hide humanity's fear
We wonder if there is a difference, choice can make
That will bring down an all-consuming fire to sear
Man's conscience to perfection, the sainted election
Of those who will go into the next world, without sin
How can GOD deliver humanity, anew
Without ONE failing again...and again
...nothing new under the sun
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-16-2018
A little black coal sitting upon God’s office desk
basking under the Light of God
writing down my thoughts and dreams
wishing to be more than what I am
God’s ink is black as obsidian
His pen of an arch angel’s feather
and as God goes about his work
I pray to God and talk about my stories with Him
of all of the adventures and desires that I wish to take on
God would listen, through His Spirit He would speak
but I wanted more of everything
I didn’t know as a coal what it meant to be a diamond
how my fantasy transformed into reality would be
the pressures involved in the metamorphosis
the lost and the change and transposition
didn’t really grasp what it took to be a diamond
yet I wanted to be more than what I was/am
to know who I will become and be
God picked me up and tossed me back into the world
from his Sherlock Holmes like office to reality
where with each pressure, my soul became more diamond than coal
with each suffering, I shined more like a galaxy
but I also felt impatient and wanted to be at the end already
even though all of what I asked has yet to be
Things were simple upon God’s Desk
where I basked and dreamed in perfect harmony
dreaming dreams that didn’t suffer from reality
that didn’t clash with everything
Everything has changed and I worry about cracks that could appear
from all of the pressure and stresses and worries
needing to deny myself to become this new version I asked for
The emotions like fire devouring inside
anger and frustration and madness
where I’m conflicted and afflicted and wonder
What is God up too…
Evil thoughts would spring into mind
like dandelion seeds from demons somehow finding me
trying to claw their way inside
Twisted thoughts that God has left me
God has forsake me
that nothing that I know is true
trying to turn everything against me
playing with my emotions
taking advantage of my weaknesses
exploiting truths into lies
placed inside a maze of insanity
How much more will I be able to go on and have self control
throughout this new world
that tries to pit me against The One that I Love: God
I close my eyes
where my faith blooms and grows
in this secret garden of my soul
where I can always trust that water will flow
Breathing in and trusting
God will get me through and hasn’t forsaken me...
Pain once made my brain lame, but like a song says "im trading my shame"
In return I recieve Gods Kingdom and reign.
When feeling faint, I make an attempt at Holiness.
It seems that only you can take away this lonliness.
Focus my mind, change my heart. I no longer have to play a part.
No mask on the outside, No emptiness inside.
Ive got some things to decide but theres no need to hide!
I once knew a place so dark and deep. I stayed up for weeks under a bridge i could not
leave.
Its an evil you cannot see. Now its joy that I seek. Im changing gradually.
Progress is slow but its a miracle that its happening.
Its a miracle that Im laughing!
At one time I couldnt smile. A secret double life that was built on denial.
Now when I face trial, my eyes will look like gold!
For the simple fact that im finally coming home!
There was a blue sky outside but there was tears in my eyes,
when my good friend overdosed. At 16 he died.
From then I got worse. I would use anything, even if it was dirt.
Guity conscience? How about no conscience!!
My mind was gone, I had lost it!!
As far as emotions go, I know nothing about them. I'll be damned if im not learning
though.
And self control. I need to man up and handle it so I continue to grow.
Once my story is told I pray you see hope!
There is no future in alcohol and dope!
To the bottom of a bottle, it goes quite quick.
Its pretty disgusting how I make myself sick.
But things are starting to click.
Im not running out on this even when I start to trip!
Life is worth it! With the right attitude I see things perfect. We deserve it!
A life full of love. Ive found peace that is sent from above.
I once was caught in the depths of isolation.
I still struggle with the same situation.
Life is no mystery! Its crystal clear to me!
I abandoned the fear in me and now I am free!
Anxiety is like a spirit that haunts me in my dreams.
I cried out to my God and he heard my pleas.
Honesty is honestly the hardest thing to do.
I put it in perspective, now I live by it dude!
Complacency has eaten me and beaten me.
The streets know my name by memory.
Concrete is unforgiving. I am a member of the living but society had a fear of me.
I follow good examples like the men with experience.
They show me that theyre doing it but also that theyre living it!!!!
When wandering through a clinical studies program,
I began a practice of writing verbatims,
capturing the essence of conversations
messages
for their therapeutic integrity.
In this frame of mind and heart,
several years ago
I wrote this verbatim
on behalf of my daughter
with oppositional defiant disorder
and cerebral palsy.
Rereading it just now,
I wonder how different
really
are her imagined thoughts from mine
and yours?
in diverse political and economic senses
speaking and listening with each other
across our less than confluent
health enlightened
and wealth care
empowering/disempowering
polarized unholistic divides:
You asked me to ask when I need help,
and to add a please and thank you,
if at all possible.
I have done that often.
You ask me to ask to hold your hand
when you can't otherwise hear me ask for help.
I am doing that right now.
I am not like you.
I wish I could be,
but I cannot.
I need you to appreciate me for who I am
more than attack me for who I am not,
and probably will never become.
My mind and body work similarly to yours,
but do not produce feelings and faith,
health and happiness,
language and love
as effectively as does your
LeftBrain verbally privileged
systemically light white trauma
capitalized wellness incorporation.
I worry.
You and yours often make me anxious,
stressed,
confronted by possibilities that I am not fully human
in your indignant eyes
and monetized mind,
perceived as not only differently abled
but inferiorly disabled.
I tend to panic.
Frequently your harsh spoken world overwhelms me.
I lose self-control when bombarded
by too much inside stimulation
from outside competition.
I want time and Earth and life and you and us
to slow peacefully down.
In these anxious situations,
if you want to help me,
then please stop,
slow down with me,
look at me,
wait until I am ready to look back.
Just give me a moment
or two
or three
or a lifetime
to catch up.
If I can trust you to do this,
I and we will be OK.
I will learn to trust that I could be OK,
and I will feel grateful,
occasionally
to live with you,
to share my life with you
as you share yours with me
and what is mine.
So not yours
to keep away from me.
So give it back
please and thank you.
Jealousy runs through my veins
I know that I have tons of brains
Regretting the fact that I'm so selfish
People don't understand me as if I'm talking gibberish
Pre-ch: Throw all of your flawless doubts
Embrace possibilities that open up new routes
Ch: Bring Me Out of the Dark...
Bring me out of the dark...
Please, oh please, I want you back, just don't attack
For you are my freedom park...
You are my highlight of my childhood memories...you were my candle that lit up the dark
The light in which brought me out of the dark
It brought me out of the dark
Seriously, why do I feel this cruel sadness?
My heart is scorching with impure madness
Back away or I will charge like an enraged bull
My head is spinning like the world around me as a whole
Pre-ch
Ch
Sick of reading poetry that brings me down...it's like dreading the fact that you lost your one and only phone
Wishing I can replace my frown and hang it upside down
Feeling like I've been getting out of hand
Longing to find a true friend who will understand
Pre-Ch
Ch
I lost my writings that meant dearly to me
But, write, I must with a heart of creativity
I remove myself from the comfort zone of tension
It's hard to take head of minor or major correction
Pre-Ch
Ch
I abhor the actions of the prideful man who lacks self-control
Haven't he learned to be respectful in his elementary years in school?
What if the world was overflowing with zealous and considerate people?
Clearly, the world prefers competition over an attitude of gratitude that's nonjudgmental
Pre-Ch
Ch
Bridge: Ooh ooh ooh
For I love you and all you do
I will try not to take advantage of you
If you want my help, I will be there
All of the family's burdens I will bear
I really want to be understood like you
It's hard to find my voice these dark days,
Drowned out in the waves of a million lies
Left with only one clue...who knew...
I would end up like you, but I have sympathy towards you
If we both want freedom and acceptance,
We all must struggle and work together
I know we all feel like our responsibilities double...we should stay true to our divine resemblance
Dispose of all worthless emotions for a moment and be the listener -
No matter what happens,
Light will outshine the dark - the light wins