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In this time the cloth is unwoven, the threads laid bare.
Most of the dung removed, cleared, given no fare.
Massive steel plates hold back the uninvited from boarding the train.
Going and coming returning from far, how special the precious Saved Ones are!
Not as many by count, as expected to be, go only the accepted glorified in He.
The One by name Jesus Christ is He, by birth our Savior, God’s only Son.
The rapture has started transformation begun!
“Multitudes Missing” is what is said both of the living and of the dead.
Glory shone at the uniting above as Jesus ascended taking the Throne.
Angels and Saints at the table were there, celebrating the beginning
As promised by some, in the Book it is written the time has come.
To those uninvited still sinning below Tribulation unending they endure
Because death is not given for the unforgiven there is no cure.
Now that The Holy Spirit is gone replaced by the unholy one.
Three and one half years his reign will be before his anointment as
King of the land, then after another one half and three
From his throne he gathers his forces to make his stand.
In Jerusalem, after the Temple’s complete, is the place Armageddon has come.
Many the forces pressing the land foul and dirty sinners are they.
Angels from above sweet music they play, as their swords slash, many they slay.
The rest are all gathered sorted like sheep the wicked on the left and thrown into the deep
Where welcomed by him unholy for sure cured not forever burning in hell.
Be it certain, known for sure, Jesus has returned all hail the King.
For a thousand years he will reign all living forever no sickness or pain.
He is my God the only pure one born of a mortal, Spirit raised, God’s Son.
On the cross our sin debt He paid glory forever so easily gained
Not by good works impossible to do only in accepting as Savior, our Lord, King.
In living and doing such a small little thing why do so many risk certain despair?
Is it that we tangled in our lives, mundane as they are, have little care
For those less willing the truth to be know spread the message they must be shown!
Think now of forever the price they bear become an ambassador in Jesus’ name!
Hot is the pit with its flame burning bright engulfing a loved one what a terrible sight.
The time is at hand the cloth becoming bare; Jesus is the answer show you dare.
What do you believe?
What do you know?
did you have any clue i read tarot cards professioanlly for the oldest restarunt built
in my city
and predict surprised birthday parties that have passed
and cfan tell you all sorts of secrets of exaggerated emotion and paranoia
that only the moon knows
So like the life lesson of the hanged man
are you here to realise you are gullible or to see through me and know ive been
telling the truth
is this a test for you flase prophet
or your spiritual awakening with another card before you saying all of my poetic
poems that sound personal are nothing more than fabrications
and many of you judge me
and that further goes to prove my writing ability?
Is it true do i know anything of being bonded to the material
and the devil who reminds me the keys to my chains are within my grasp
And the tower of unforseen catastrophe always has a happy ending or a rainbow
but only a true prophet in the year 2012 in las vegas understands the
conspirtualacy of my craft
Is the hierophant all about the conformity of society
and the grouping together of the nonconformidt youth
so when the saints and sinners pull to gether to revolutionise and pull this star
from the sky will our dreams or nightmares come true?
Tell me prophet Am i a fool because the magician never taught me his tricks
but i understand the perfect shufles and have a deck of freudian slips of my own?
the blue moon sunrise and the three levels of the game of reality
we take babysteps of fear to beat or fail to proceed or return to the start
Where exactly is the emperor's crown of authority when society understands the
slide of psychology
and the one of a million being catered to
and the billion sof like minded individuals that spiral out from this psychological
understanding
Am i in the driver seat of the chariot and do i have enough temperance
to balance the forces of good and bad to see the pros and cons
of the blessings and ultimatums of desires and consequence
were you gullible all this time to fall for my lies?
or were you smart enough to see them as works of art?
or are you a true prophet and need to start the revolution from the earth and the
pollution of our skies
here i am
a false martyr
tell me prophet whats in store for me
and what am i to do?
To MOM; March 11,1979
This is the story of an animal trainer,
Whose mettle and courage, couldn't be plainer.
A search'd reveal if you'd care to explore,
None greater exists than El Eleanor.
She's faced the very meanest big game
And transformed them all , smiling and tame.
There's Big Daddy Harry, King of the Brood,
He fights in the jungle and brings home the food.
When the hunting is hard, his scorn can be raw.
El soothes the pain, takes a thorn from the Pa.
The next animal is Rusty the Red.
The patron saint of unmade beds.
A beast of habits, bad ones galore,
His head s in the clouds, his, clothes on the floor.
El's plans are to put an end to his bad mannered life,
By chasing him within,an inch, of. his wife.
Lindsey's the next, she's no longer wild.
El taught her well when she was. a child,
Out of the home and into the night,
She's now a trainer in her own right.,
By way of taming by putting a smile on,
She's done a dog, a .cat, and one big Italian.
The animal Robert likes his milk whole,
Drinks only unmixed, unopened and cold.
Devour, he can, a whole pound of meat,
Sharing with him sure ain't a treat.
El''s main defense against his devour'n,
Is a refrigerator as big as a cavern.
Next on the tour tour is Kristin Clothes-Horse.
Her closet is full, but never her purse.
El hopes to prevent a new"confederacy"
One which would a poor man, namely, "Poverty Lee".
Now we find Jenny the Baker.
With time, she's become quite the good pastry maker.
Jenny however''s a wrestling cook,
An odd combination that's not in the book,
She has her own reasons, for truth to tell, son,
The cooking is a wrestling move called a"full Nelson".
Hilary's a creature who likes to get around
In automobiles at the speed of sound.
She doesn't always though, 'specially not at night,
Then she likes to travel at the speed of light.
It's hard to see now but she's on the track,you see,
Of her own future business - called Hilary's Taxis.
Nori's the last, but not the least,
A full member of this zoo, and like the rest a beast.
A paradox of sorts, this Blue Prize winner,
Is proof that church schools are chock full of sinners,
Thus we are the animal house,
And though we may complain and grouse,
Everyone, no matter his status,
Thinks El Eleanor's got to be, the World's Greatest!
Happy Fifty-fifth Birthday,
From son Rusty,
This sinner here --Michelle--
learned at St. Peter Chanel
there's no point to rebel
Life without God is Hell
Not just a state of mind
also an afterlife confined
to weep, & teeth-grind
all happiness -- behind
It would NOT be fun--
not "a day in the sun!"
no chance to go for a run
the joys of life -- done
Never chillin' with friends
too late to make amends
from Love, the soul rends
and remorse never ends
I don't know about you--
thoughts of Hell make me blue
but it really exists -- it's true
souls could avoid it if they knew
A big pothole in the crosswalk
won't disappear just cuz we balk
we have to watch where we walk
to be safe, lock, barrel and stock
To step up safely, it'd be smart
to climb the ladder to God's Heart
via her--who from Him--isn't apart
the Immaculata's sweet help is a start
Say, Mary be a mother to be now
she's closer to her Son than me --or thou--
from His Cross, He did endow
her to be a mother to us all --and how!
Mary's every word in the Holy Bible
can clear up any anti-Jesus libel
her love for all nations, intertribal
more devotion-worthy than Cybele
I hope Jacinta, Francisco, and Lucia
keep up their intercessory Ave Maria
praying till the world's end: good idea
for peace in Russia, Ukraine (& Korea)
These kids turned their lives around
with the fervent prayer life they found
their sacrifices for sinners did abound
due to their vision of Hell so profound
St. Faustina also envisioned Hell & told
to lovingly warn us, not abrasively scold
read her beautiful story and be consoled
Divine Mercy's testament is New, & Old
We have a way out, with the Lamb
(in other words, the Great I Am)
it's not too good to be true, no sham
Divine Mercy doesn't wish to damn
Ceaseless tortures? No thanks!
I'd rather join the ranks
of all the repentant cranks
giving up our sinful pranks
So then here's my advice
gotta be better than "nice"
but God's grace will suffice
to grow virtue from vice
He's the Way, Truth, and Life
He understands our strife
Urging us with Love, not a knife
Loving us though our sins be rife
There's a twist to this story
I look forward to Purgatory
as more purifying than gory
for God's greater glory
Ultimately I say: Aim Higher
God created us with the desire
after this short life, to retire
to sing in Heaven's choir
I'm here to take the lower approach
To what I was ordained to coach.
I'm no Preacher,
But He did put me here to teach you.
I'm not inveighing;
I'm just saying
That the only way through life is by praying.
Everyone seems to want to be a sinful conformer,
While the depths of hell get fuller and warmer.
Death and time, still succeeding the former.
See I'm a Poet
And as a person who does believe,
I perceive what others have forgotten to see.
Prosecuted not by we,
But by the persons my ancestors plotted to be.
And now I find myself trying
To figure out why you'll think I'm lying
When I reveal that what is born today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
I've seen many "joyous" christians
Everyday on thier knees crying.
Repentant of the sins Flesh had them denying.
Unwilling to make the bed
They chose to lie in.
Well predict your life on what your perceptions have been prying.
Forgetful of the One who can take
The dreariest,
Weariest,
Rainy, that drains me
Weather
And turn it into something
Sunny,
Bright,
And lovely
To make things better.
Kinda like unchanging youth
Resting on the skin like morning dew.
Now don't prosecute me for my truthful depiction.
Grinning at me with an afflicted conviction.
I'm just tryna pull you in my direction
And get you ready for the next resurrection.
Cause there will be one
Right under the blue sky:
The return of the Son!
And I can't wait.
Fate...is what Faith...is real
That crucifix around ya neck,
That's not the real deal.
It might be real steel,
But it didn't bless you with that real good meal
You ate last night.
Look at it like this:
People subdue to materialism
Thru a metaphysical way of
Praising Him.
But a faithful Christian gets blessed
Despite of "we," "she," "her," and "them"
Because in His word, He stressed:
"Blessed is the man that walks not in
the cousel of the ungodly, nor stands in
the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of
the scornful; but his delight is in the law of the Lord"
And that is blessed.
Read the book of Psalms if you need to hear the rest.
I'm not disdaining any reproach,
Like I warned you before,
I'm only here to coach
With the soul purpose to reproach,
Your processes with the lessons
And confessions
My Father had laid upon me
With CAREFUL discretion.
So to you from me:
Be Blessed, Be Faithful, and Be Ready
Is there really a beautiful heaven?
Is there a red and black hell for sinners?
Basking on this, I told myself that the beautiful heaven is this we see now, argue with the sky and cloud on this.
Father Francis told us that there is no heaven,
Pope Thomas told us that paradise is within our hearts,
and those who fall and fall on the altar of deliverance are miscreants.
We believed him on a platter of Sunday school morning.
He gave us lies and lies of truth about the World Series of lies.
In this pantful world where children wear disgrace,
In this world' voodoo, where sorrow back treasures of preachers,
In this train of earth where girls wear tears,
In this shattered world where our pride are whores,
Nothing is precious under the sun and nothing that the sun has not seen.
Man is home to himself and have choices about himself.
The clergy men that had their skulls littered in the evil graveyard of my village can tell of this.
To this voidness,
To this coldness,
To this yonder of shattered images,
Xylem of mannered eloquence of the devil,
To the world demon's demonstrators,
To the Halloween and the Dejavu,
To the magical cloth verses of the Indian,
To the cries of unholy pages of those holy book tabled before we were born,
I have a way that seems so right to me; and those are the choices I have made.
To the shrine of Illinois of the Illuminati,
To the pyramid of underworld,
To the coldness of death,
We will escape from this drum of world,
This is darkness!
This is darkness!!
This is darkness!!!
Darkness of the black spirits.
Voidness lies in the bag of red colours.
This gory miseries of the world keep us in the fold of grey.
We don't know death but death knows us,
We don't know life but life speaks of us,
We don't know abstract painting of demons,
We don't know the abstract imageries of sins;
The beauty of sin lies in the consequences that lies aftermath.
We are train of shadows,
We are feathers of spiritualities,
We are blood of feelings, emotions. anger. Carcass. Faded colours. Sadness.
Pains. Revenge. Vengeance. Evil.
Emptiness. Vacant. Void.
We are the opposite of day, synonym of good.
Is there really a beautiful heaven?
Is there a black and red hell for sinners?
Search your soul and answer to its voidness.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God,
And the Word was God and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.
Jesus Christ is the visible image of the invisible God
The Angels worshipped Jesus
By Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth
All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to him.
He is before all things, and in him all things hold together
Jesus born of Virgin Mary which is a unique
And his name is ‘Immanuel’ which means ‘God with us’
Jesus is honored the same as the Father
Jesus received honor and glory from the Father
Jesus is our only mediator between God and ourselves
Jesus is the Bread of Life, the Good Sheppard
And the Way, the Truth and the Life
He is the true vine, the Resurrection
And the First and the Last
God Chose Jesus Christ to show many miracles, wonders and signs
He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth
He is the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world
He performed thousands of miracles
The Holy Spirit bears witness of Jesus Christ
The Prophets bear witness of Jesus Christ
The disciples bear witness of Jesus Christ
Jesus is the author and perfector of our faith
Jesus is the Apostle and High Priest of our confession
He came to preach the kingdom of God
He came to testify to the truth
He came to set us free from the Law
He came to die and destroy Satan's power
He came to fulfill the Law and the Prophets
Jesus Christ came into the world to be a Light in the world.
He came to seek the lost and to save the lost.
He came to serve and to give His life as a ransom
He came into the world to call sinners to repentance.
He came to leave us an example to follow in His steps
He came into the world to Judge the world
He came into the world as a demonstration of God's Love.
He came to redeem us from the curse of the law and to fulfill the righteousness of the law.
The Name of Jesus is above every Name
In the name of Jesus every knee should bow
And every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.
Salvation is to be found only through Jesus Christ
He is coming soon with the clouds
Every eye will see him, even those who pierced him
And all peoples on earth will mourn because of him
He will come again to Judge the Living and the Dead.
He is the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End.
Allow God to embrace your heart
I love everybody
All of humanity
As you read these words
You know me but I'm sure
I must encourage you, this I must do
Why? you ask because I love you
If we all were to love each other
With our eyes close, we would stumble,
Fall and drop the rose
Open you eyes grasp the steam
Embrace the hearts of your fellow man
Why do I say that I love you
It's because God has given me a choice to
Don't you realize that heaven was also on earth
And that out of our disobedience we were cursed
As you read these words
You don't know me but I'm sure
I must encourage you, this I must do
Why? you ask because I love you
There's no sensual, sexual, sinister reason though
It's not about me it's all Jesus. to learn and share agape love
Take heed share with me the free liberty, love real
Be not fake and love religiously
Be what God wants us to be, forgiving, forbearing, share and caring
Let's us not be afraid, love each other as the bible says
Do for me as I'd do for you share your knees with the floor
Pray for other, you, me and the world
Your trial is your testimony, imagine it when your done with it
You'll have the victory
So let us love our neighbor as thy self
Put on your robe, your crown of thorns and let's praise and worship Jesus
Why do I say that I love you
It's because God has given me a choice to
Don't you realize that heaven was also on earth
And that out of our disobedience we were cursed
Lastly but eternally I shall always say, that I love you
This is Jesus way
I love you for your human and you are loved
I love you for your a man, woman, boy and girl
I love you for your mind, I love you for kind
I love you for your race, no matter the color of your face
I love you for you're elderly, I love you for your wrongs
I love you for goods your bads when your happy or sad
I love you for the peace of your sweet release
I love you for you who am I to judge
I love you cause we're all just sinners, SAVED by grace
And when you're done reading this verse
Give your closest loved one a hug and a kiss
God loves you more than I, I can't judge I've no heaven nor hell to send you
I love humanity just because I SHOULD
You are not broken but chosen Be blessed
Allow God to embrace your heart
I love everybody
All of humanity
by James Edward Lee Sr.
1/30/18
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
Psalm 23:4
Teach me, my Lord, how to live according
words of the Spirit and daily the Bible trust,
neither resentment, nor anger, or rancour hoarding,
for to be merciful and forgiving I must.
I’m in the realm of shadows, where hearts are harder
and where Satan is ruling, our common foe.
Help me to love you, Lord, with a greater ardour,
if in the darkest valley I have to go.
How to live in this world, where darkness abounds?
things are absurd, and sins are becoming laws,
where demonic force more and more surrounds,
quietly at my heart anxiety gnaws.
Something’s disturbing me, I can’t tell, it’s blurry,
but in the world of fraud, deceit, and intrigue,
possibly it’s for my children some deepest worry
or maybe I am struck by regrets or fatigue.
The callous world is deaf to God’s revelations
and to suppress the truth it frantically tries,
a shroud of falsehood envelops entire nations,
minds of people are trapped in the devil’s lies.
I am, it seems, in this world no longer needed,
and sleepless nights, perhaps, my hopes erode.
Yet, in my deepest core I cannot be defeated,
faith in You, Lord Jesus, cannot corrode.
Should I dare to grumble, if even You,
God in the flesh, walked on earth on the dusty roads,
tiredness and fatigue so well You knew,
overwhelmed with people's complaints loads.
Should I bemoan my losses, when even You,
being abandoned by friends at the biased trial,
with the exception of very few,
and you experienced then your disciple’s denial.
Should I groan from hurt, when the King of kings,
You by the Roman guards were hit on the face,
You, the Creator, from whom any life springs,
with Your forgiveness repentant sinners embrace.
Being betrayed, and spat at, and crucified,
with mocking crowds of mob laughing at You,
You for their sins on the cross had died,
staying to God alone faithful and true.
Risen from death to life, You are giving hope,
when in this darkened world any hope dies.
Setting my heart on You, I can now cope,
and from my grief and pain my soul can rise.
26.01.2022
This is an English version of my poem
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His hand reached out to mine, open,
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding,
Form and blush outlined his expectations,
But I could see that there may be fear inside.
Mary restated their predicament,
That the child was born out with the marriage bond,
And that people were swaying to the opposite side,
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm.
So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions,
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise,
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor.
Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty;
Was this the predicted son of god?
He would be free from aggressive victimisation,
If we could just name him as god's son.
So I suggested to his parents,
That if the wise men came with a quest,
To accept the name Jesus Christ,
And certify the census, no less.
Freedom for some is in lying,
When there’s no possible alternatives,
But I believe Joseph never lied,
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by.
The child would have been suppressed by all,
Assumed to be dirty and unclean,
Not for chat or dialogue,
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call,
Or for work in any trade for that matter.
Nothing would ever have been done,
The poor would never have been healed,
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled,
And Christ would not have come.
Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.
People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials:
As supervisors of the protected.
Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.
One baby matters to me,
A life should be saved at any cost and risk,
Because the abilities you show when young,
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive,
But nurtured in acceptance and love.