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When the wood to the fire that fuels us runs out and our flame flickers within, we can fully rely on God’s illuminating lantern that can be seen through all forms of darkness, confusion, and has the everlasting flame of hope and a wick that never runs short. Stay in the light.
Hope is like a flame that never gives up its brightness or shine. Some days the ugly side of life opens its mouth wide and spews troublesome wind that howls and screams, trying to snuff out that flame. Other days the still flame stands alone and just wants to be found so that it may give you comfort and relief, but is often overlooked. Nerveless the flame shines on.
Hope is the security that you attain in life so you can have reassurance within you that you will not be overtaken by adversities. It is a free gift of precious armor constructed in Heaven by the finest of angels. The armor was melted down into shape, measured perfectly, and given to you to wear for all of this life like an inflated vest that keeps your head above the violent waves that this life can try to drown you in.
Hope is the promise of rain when the sky is full of storm clouds. Hope is in the night when you’re praying for morning to come quicker. Hope is in the young and the old. Hope is for the hopeless. Hope is a robe of love that is a one size fits all. Hope will find you before you seek it out. Hope offers itself to you like a secure shelter to take refuge in like being in the middle of a relentless storm. Hope always has its arms wide open for you. Take a step closer and embrace hope in an everlasting bond.
Hope will make you put one foot in front of the other to the point where your left foot will be jealous that your right foot is taking a step ahead and then your right foot will be jealous about your left foot going forward until that gentle walk in the light becomes to be a joyful and exciting sprint to the next part of life.
Dear Lord,
Lead us to stable ground and refuge for our aching hearts to rest and heal.
Help us not to overlook the hope that You offer.
We venture to far places in this life God.
We know that You are before us so that we may follow You in Your loving foot steps.
God, You love everyone and anyone.
For Your love is infinite and gentle.
Jesus Christ, blow Your powerful wind our way so our sails can catch the current and lead us to smoother sailing. Amen.
Form:
The only thing she ever wanted to was to be the thing he needs,
To heal him when he bleeds,
To dig out all his weeds.
But the truth is he's remorseless and is full of rage and greed,
And though he sees her beg and plead,
She's just a book he'll never read.
He sees it as a game and it's the kind he loves to play,
Hope on the string he yangs away,
He's there with no promise to stay.
And even though he says he doesn't care, he's in his room,
Content to wallow in his doom,
High off the scent of her perfume.
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
But she tries to love the one who tears down bridges and builds walls,
Ignoring all her cries and calls,
Treating girls like paper dolls.
Yet he chooses to deceive her with his silver forked tongue,
A piper with the songs he's sung,
Twisting her 'til she's come unstrung.
And god and everyone else knows he just wants someone to follow,
Feeds her booze for her to swallow,
Now from the inside out, she's hollow.
And as her vision starts to blur, she's dizzy and unwell,
With no known cure to break his spell,
She's burning in the pits of Hell.
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
She may not be a hero or an angel, but she's brave,
'Cause he's the one she wants to save,
And he's the one she'll always crave.
But no one really knows him, he's a master of disguise,
All the words he spews are lies,
Will she ever realize?
When she learns to look beyond his mask her soul my die,
Because all she does is try,
While he leaves her high and dry.
If he pokes and prods her heart, and if his demons domineer it,
She'll scream loud enough to hear it,
No, He'll never break her spirit.
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
Strong like the waves that crash upon the shore
Deep as the river beneath a tossing barge
Long like the nights as we wait out the storms
And true as the love we have for the babes in our arms
The spirit of a warrior standing ready in his armor
The faith of a Pastor while comforting congregation members
The eyes of a mother that chooses to see only hope
And the strength of a father protecting his family's home
Louisiana's children, up until the end---
Prove over and over that our Faith won't be bent
We've adapted and created our ways of living
Picking up the pieces when Mother Nature comes at us again
We hurt when she hurts and bare the brunt
Of the forces she spews and the courses she runs
Her anger we feel in the gusts of wind
Her joy we receive during those summer's that won't end
Bliss she shows us on the perfect spring days
Just as we catch her tears when she lets go the rain
She's made our skin tough through the breath she shares
Humid and dense in our heavy air
Just as she can let go the wrath of a jilted Queen
We use the lessons she's instilled in us to conquer defeat
She may send down the rains and conjure lightening to match
And we may hear her anger in her thunderous clap
She may push through a wind to show us once more
And let loose all her might with a powerful storm
But she forgets, Mother Nature, you see
That her past runs through you and it runs through me
A direct line has been made, like the Mississippi to the Gulf
Her ways have led us to know just what we're made of
For through the years and down the lines
Cajun Country's people have risen each time
Our defenses may be a direct result of her hands
But our spirit we derive from our place on this land
And Mother Nature may be an ever present influence
But we're children of Louisiana and that means we'll always come through it
Rooted in this soil, in the heritage it holds
Grateful and honored for the blessings we've been bestowed
Generations as far back as one could see
Our ties are just as bound as these ancient Cypress trees
Rise up Louisiana with the dawning of new light
May your pain be healed and hearts filled with might
And as the last bit of dew dries up with the sun
Feel the embrace of your family in this rooted home you stem from
Form:
WOKE AND BROKE
USA, how did it become so terribly lewd?
Evil has taken free reign in all neighborhoods.
Children are being slaughtered almost each day.
While incompetent leaders, look the other way.
Streets we used to traverse with ease and frivolity.
Now, in absentia, totally absent of congeniality.
The news spews untrue words to divide us.
The leader of the free world, who dares to cuss?
Our most honored allies, we sorely do ignore.
But with Communist nations, we like to score?
The American Flag is burned with utmost joy.
On our knees to the Taliban, true bullyboys!
Burning down our major cities,with hideous masks?
“Hoodyville” is where we are expected to perform daily tasks!
We are Nazi-like, mandated to get a vaccine?
And people want you dead, if you won’t fit that scene.
Worst of all, teachers, must be on benders.
Encouraging children the wonders of being transgenders?
We drool, listenening to twenty-four hour,insane propaganda.
That promotes hatred of others, so hot on their agenda!
The Jewish leaders at liberal universities, are not allowed to speak?
They have to file a lawsuit first, this makes tears run down my cheek.
I weep that the monstrous Holocaust meant not a thing!
The planned death of many groups is indeed, quickly coming.
Anyone who dares speak well of this country is highly suspect!
The NYT, paints good people evil and complete moral wrecks?
America is now in the fight for its very life.
Food, gas prices, causing families major strife.
Drugs, you might recall, we were told. “ Just to say NO,” to?
The leader of America, announced, “Just say YES,” to?
Speak not a malevolent word against good Americans.
Look into your soul, this is the time for benevolence!
On this site, now is allowed full freedom of expression.
Not for long, as censorship is BigTech’s fervent intention!
~God Bless America~
10/9/2022
I stood up on the table to see what was there and the ground began to shake throwing objects all over the place; the tall building collapse and sinks instantly into the ground the house fell on its side covering everyone alive.
The trees began to tumble down and the mountains give way and the earth swallowed up its prey and the bridge that connects the cities crashes suddenly and fell into the sea and a ferocious wind began to blow tossing the city to and fro.
Screams and shout echoes from a distance and the heavens open its pregnant wings and empty gallons of water in the dry stream and the desert crawls helplessly on its broken knees and soaked its body.
The tectonic plate has shifted and I moving into another direction, it has been going on for more than three billion years and it is finally getting there. A three-dimensional figure is converging in the center, the transformation has begun, and the earth is singing a new song. The wall of the city has broken down and wanderers were ejected from the town, everything is closing in and a new atmosphere is chiming in.
Things happen suddenly to throw you off balance and the big crack across the street is telling you that the journey is complete; it took the travelers by surprise but there was nothing much that they could do but put on a different pair of shoes and watch the earth tectonic plates grind past one another, releasing lots of energy around the corner. It spews lava out of the ground and the molten rock deep within the earth is moving rapidly between the tectonic plate.
I can feel the magma under my feet, and I have an urgent message to complete, the magma is moving towards the east and the temperature is cursing over a hundred degree.
The heavens above are getting warm and the landscape is changing its form. The mountain is modifying it ridge and the magma is escaping over the hill; the plates are sliding past each other, and they are spreading between one another forming a tapestry all over the place you have to get ready for the marathon race.
The city center is closing down, and the people are evacuation out of the town. You must prepare for a crucial showdown. The tapestry is spreading and transforming the entire town.
The Day After,
Day after day, I pray for our Father to give this demon peace
Adam, I want you to know he does not bother me so,
his rage is his own, not mine,
---tormented by a word, he plasters on his face
words of sorrow, that haunted him for years
God Bless him, and the thin skin he lives in
he has no amo in that pistol he calls a pen
the movements, and the words he spews are too predictable
come sit by my side Adam, let's enjoy another slice of apple pie
together we can watch the mud splash from underneath his feet
look at the way he enjoys eating spoiled grapes
from the hands of his mangled up paparazzi cameltoe hoarders
For who does he think he is, attacking essence, that don't suit him
Adam, I have no problem when this demon speaks in tongues
I laugh at the ones who follow and uproar, his roar,
indecent knoeledge,
Why this demon cries and lies all night long? ---LET THEM ENJOY!
Anything that helps him attract ridicule flies from the same nasty barrio
I can say hurtful things, that will anger the demon,
give him, the real reason for vengence
ADAM! I'd rather not, my words are poisonous enough
too much for someone like him who easily gets bent out of shape,
when it comes to paper and pen, this backstabbing demon
I've shown you my sword, the rage I can display, however that's not lady like
even I was disgusted by the thoughts that poured from my golden pen
I killed, a world, and hung myself when spewing that 75 line verse
a poem, in which God, Himself shut me up, and said " Eve what have you done! "
Walk away now, and never look back, that kind of slam is forbidden
listen to the air, God is whipering, I need not to fight, a fight that's not worth it
Adam, this time let's trust the Lord,
look how this demon's eyes, eiden when we bite the strange fruit together
forget about the worm in the apple, preying on dirty minds needing attention
at the end, he will notice, God is my witness, and under His protection
I move forwards, not backwards, and I know how to turn the other cheek
Adam, its time to look away,
let's make love like never before, let's continue to explore a world of love
a world made especially for ADAM and EVE
By Poet - Eve
In a royal antibacterial waste machine one must wait for the willing vibrancy of the whistling seal. Dressed neatly in a three piece suit he sits on a rock and calls to the breezes on which there are so few. In the era of expunging elitist effigies there exists far less than in a previous era so dimensions have developed a more triangular appearance. Seal looks on. Temperate falling skies bring all weathers and still not too many feathers on a beaded wind. A cloth can move around to bring alterations but altercations are caused by many plastic helmeted men who proudly hold the spray. And spraying is often located even in a bread. Or a small currant. Or sultana. Managed mainly manufactured. Measly mass monstrous movements. No moccasins here then. And thus the page is turned until the avenue is in sight. Roll roll roll. Here comes the square car. Beep beep. Out of which comes a giraffe, a penguin, a sea turtle with bright lips, and a monstrous fig tree complete with a very tall hat that reaches to Jupiter. When that is wiped the flight paths of emus sail to even the most far flung regions of the globe. And travesty is not travelling it is trapping and taming. Should one really place ham in a sandwich when pork should be free to roam? All aboard then. Is everyone ready? Comfortable? Enchanted? Good. For time is short. And a boom boom boom is arriving to stunt even the most strongest of plants into an oblivion of a scale. But not a scale of C. A scale of 0. No charging buffalo could ever stand true if the prefered angle is in a skirt or a bosum. And a bohemian's car is a secret castle. Watch out there is a lady who spews curd. Mongoose style of neck. So a mongoose and a buffalo do go to dinner to entertain for great plans are being made and a global economy has an appointment at the gym. So hahaha to all that. And place the 900 nappies in the bin. For the 890 children will surely mean that the £ will pay the way. House heating. And a heavy wide load giggling with a small town. Xxxxx high heels mooo looping. Xxxxx kittens kitty xxxxx belligerent buffer bluffing xxxxx done. And that was the p y q who was reporting live from a dinner hall in 1528. Z.
Form:
Across miles of sea, on a distant shore
People flee, buildings burn, as missiles soar
Hate spews, with evil we cannot ignore
Lives injured and lost, in the cost of war
Our planet is painted with moral stain
Sketching graffiti on our hearts and brain
Harnessing our souls with a heavy strain
Filled with guilt and grief due to sins domain
Economic pain is spread across the globe
Seeking solutions, for answers we probe
Studying and guessing, we cast a strobe
Hoping we can maintain, food, house, and robe.
In a world like ours we have much to fear
Hardships and heartaches bring many a tear
Sickness, hunger, death, and sadness severe
Alone and betrayed, we have lost all cheer
Yet I recall Mary, for whom plans had been made
An angel brought her news that much dismayed
“On you God’s favor is being displayed
You will birth God’s son, do not be afraid”
But how pray tell, could she not be afraid
Without a man, a child was being made
When Joseph hears there will be a tirade
The village folks will be quick to degrade
But Mary received the word as from God
She was the Lord’s choice, though it did seem odd
By faith proceeded, without a facade
The Lord’s servant, dutifully she trod
Joseph, looked forward to his life’s parade
With Mary he would proudly promenade
But horrible news to him was conveyed
Mary was pregnant, he had been betrayed
Disappointed, he believed she had strayed
His mind was confused, his emotions frayed
“Call off the marriage” his heart would dissuade
He could not continue with this charade
Then in a dream an angel came to persuade
“Make Mary your wife, do not be afraid”
It is the Spirit’s work, God has okayed
So, Jospeh woke from his dream and obeyed
Thus, Mary and Joseph, starting with strife
Bore the false speculation that ran rife
They resolved to follow God as man and wife
In faith they parented Jesus in life
So, when the worlds troubles we have surveyed
While the Devil’s temptations serenade
When sad voices discourage and downgrade
We can trust in God and be not afraid
There's a murderer outside the door.
He wields a chainsaw because he's a fanatic for extravagant antics.
Fantastic.
He's manic. A bipolar man suffering the manic stage.
Some would say the diagnosis said otherwise. Some would say a misdiagnosis.
Some prefer the word “prognosis.” Never reaching “diagnosis.”
It's a crisis. A midlife crisis, the murderer claims, but a life-or-death crisis for us.
We hide away, we hide inside, eyes wide with fear, shedding tears, but the murderer's
Pride is like a demon rising with high fiery tide,
Emerging from the depths of the sea, attacking me, attacking you; we are never free, we plead on our knees,
We will never be free.
See?
The shaking door. We pour out or love, offer services like whores, we do have pleasures in store.
What more can we give?
Why are we forbidden to live?
There's a murderer outside the door.
He throttles the chainsaw and screams obscenities for days
While we are stripped of necessities and our lives grow more in line with brevity.
Our hopeful possibilities are replaced with impossibility
And our eyes continuously see the color gray.
Soon it will be black.
There's a murderer inside the room.
After weeks of waiting he holds the saw at our cheeks and it whirs.
Our stomachs stir and we vomit—we cannot stop it—
As the blood from our faces spews out and stains the place's walls
While our own walls are violated and we vomit—we cannot stop it.
He catcalls and the whistle drawls while our wills fall.
He is tall, intimidating, unstoppable.
There's an executioner standing over me.
He holds the head of my fellow captive,
And I'm captivated in this captivity by my captive's head, suspended by her hair.
Her face was so fair, she was full of care,
And now blood drips from the stub of the neck
Upon my naked chest. I was the best, says
The murderer, so I was reserved for last, so
That I may rest in wait for what is to come.
It appears it is here.
So I say goodnight to all the tomorrows that are left in our finite existence.
The mad wind passed swiftly through the city showing mankind no pity, it captivate everything in its path, ripping up the cornfields, throwing down utility poles and opening up closed door. It circles around the creeks scaling sunlit mountains, mixing earth with stones and dressing the heavens with the gowns flying over the throne. It roots up the landfills, and settles beneath the foot of the hill circling, and twirling around for the eye that is set on the throne. It spews out a terrible sound reminding the people that destiny is around. It hisses and lashes, sending wooden planks over the bend and carrying the concrete a hundred meter down the lane.
The people run around the bend, looking for shelter underneath the altar but the mad wind drag them out and cause the entire town to jump and shout. It move ferociously around the pig pen and dances around the chicken coop, and drive the roosters from the roof, the ducks began to run too , wagging their bumpy tails and saying how do you do.
Zinc and pans, bucket and lamps crowd the street and debris flying in the air, landing in the bushes, and the middle of the streets, slowly erupting the town’s heart beat.The mad wind is moving towards the east, and I can finally get some peace. The sun is burning in the west, and I don’t have to fret, the fire is down to the wire and the vision is moving closer and some people are still looking for an answer.
I stand there breathlessly looking at the damages it left behind, overturned house fallen trees dug out road and overturned boats stalled cars in the middle of the street, and a temperature that lit up the street .Dead bodies floating in the rivers and screaming voices are heard from all places .People trapped onto of the roof and widow suck into the chimney with foot shaking up side down and head buried in the ground. The mad wind keeps moving leaving nothing unturned and the grey skies trembling in the sun leaving nothing undone and so the mad wind resides in the east.