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Eve saw the serpent eat the fruit
and through her sight, he found the route
to the recesses of her mind
then made her think he was so kind.
She heard one speak in tones so sweet
slick words that entered wisdom’s seat.
So, through the portal of the ears
she was suckered by Satan’s jeers.
Satan seeks access to our mind
His goal is to deceive and bind.
And when at last he gets his way
He treats us like lions treat prey.
Guard well the access to your mind
Let not allurements make you blind.
If you would make Jesus your Lord
Then you must sever Satan’s chords.
The doors you once opened to him
which made you subject to his whim
You now must close and bid him leave
If you to Christ desire to cleave.
Be mindful of the things you watch
The Devil seeks your soul to catch.
Through movies and music, he sets
His trusty traps and nifty nets.
To sight and sound, scent, touch, and taste
demon possession can be traced.
Once Satan gains access to the soul
He seeks his victims to control.
Satan seeks to steal, kill, and destroy,
To this end, he designs his ploys.
Jesus offers you, life and peace
He longs Satan’s chains to release.
You’ll have to forgive me mate
I write how I feel
If I hide it within
how the hell am I real
I don't dally I give it straight
no room to conceal
it should be a given
but many aint real
they have to protect
an image so precious
they need the respect
to handle pressure
just a subject
of social ideals
false reputation perfect
their foremost skills
untrue is reality
carrying a character
with fake personality
free like an actor
living the role
a global theatre
having to uphold
this noble picture
gaining approval
the game pretended
this not unusual
but naturally scented
seeking an image
being who they want
but within limits
of what others want
an effort which I've never made
receiving approval alien
separate in how I behave
forever moving away from them
some refuse trends
make opposing statements
just the opposite end
of the same placement
never my taste
to them delicious
seems a waste
their nutritious
nobody open
nobody honest
all cloned in
humble modest
letting loose this brutal truth
holds no gain or advance
choosing ruthless suits
the same my chances
I'm outwardly critical
of myself
rewarding and spiritual
good for health
I don't take guard
of my common mistakes
I disregard
the summon of fake
I learnt it growing up
as a defence mechanism
Be the first to say my faults
self criticism
damn I take guard
just like the fakes
I guess it's hard
to avoid such traits
Sent: Sat, Mar 22, 2014 02:59 PM
Subject: Runnning Away From Love 03/21/2014
Running
Running
Running Running away from love
Why are you running
Why are you running
How long will this go on
you hiding from me
It's not hard to tell that we are both in love with each other
When you talk everything comes out incomplete
is this your first time falling in love
Here you go
Putting up a fight when it comes to getting next to you
It's hard for you to say I love you when we both know it can hurt
So you let go
So you hide
So your heart will not cry(hurt)
how long will this go on
Running Running Running
Running away from love
Running away from love
How long will this go on
So you let go
So you hide
So your heart will not cry(hurt)
how long will this go on running running away from love
He comes to shake the foundations of the earth
the work of every hand of man to prove
to punish the unjust and expose sin
and those who hate righteousness he will remove
He has sent the call into all existing lands
that men should seek peace and it pursue
to separate the wheat and tare
and expose the hidden things men do
To close every mouth that speaks a lie
uncover every thought of hatred done
he has freely offered you a life of truth
but will not spare to scourge when they come
For the stories told in time are now fixed
and what is written in its scroll now firmly set
he will open them for his kings to judge
and those who have found mercy their sins forget
Those appointed to be Kings will take their station
they will rule with Christ for a thousand years
subject to the rule of God is every nation
no war will there exist or the inclement of fears
For though the promise seems long in coming
all the signs are made visable by light
raise your eyes oh Israel your God comes judging
and will reward those who have walked in right
Be reconciled in heart to seek the truth
that who you are you come to understand
You are called to love truth and your brother
until the peace of God lives in the land
The trumpets blast call the armies to their war
the winged ones ride the winds of wrath to charge
and poured out is the fury of his chalice
the cup of violence is deep and large
For all governments of man are chains to slavery
their aim to lift themselves and you to rule
but Christ's intent is to lift you from this knavery
that you might not become the fires fuel
So make your peace and seek his mercy now
for when this time arrives will be too late
though undeserved the offer of forgiveness
the price will be too high if delay you wait
sources: all the prophets of Israel great and small
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
too late to refuse
to be subject to abuse
of those long gone blues
the failure to comprehend
all that was needed back then
each makes their own way
emptiness unfilled by phrase
darkening some days
dreams shot at and downed
expectations run to ground
leaving without sound
of story with no ending
too long lost for beginning
dreams won't make it so
long past time to turn and go
where sad stories flow
not much left to mourn
what our younger selves had sworn
we too became torn
sometimes we pluck a prize rose
sometimes we grab a sharp thorn
what the fates disclose
cherish the highs cast out lows
life is filled with to-and-fros
The Brigade of Gremlins
Of unsolved aspects
Fill the clot of problems
As PEs while AEGIS intercepts
The processing the elements
We don't the know the yet
How differencials occur
Our partner is SHIN BET
No humans though
The mind the you
This fully is unmanned
The Brigadier the General
Commanding this Discrete
Each Gremlin this
Ansatz of sorts
They occupy positions
In time initial positions
They disprove
They seek alongside main computers
Way for the being independent
Of human syntax and assumptions
In system of the their commons
In order for computer this to drop
Their problem categorization
Without right for any for debation
The competence thus cannot be declared
It shall be proved
And if the subject of the testing
Demands prove of validity of their the bias
We may be oughtta for the murder
Without any the remorse
And this the course
For homeocentrism
If wasn't this if for our schism
In time where social networks
And the interaction phenotypes
Replace Your natural the mechanism
OUR SCHISM
I all about
Whether right to life
Determination mechanism
Is all about
TO intercept INFECTION of the MIND
On the level mass
Which by bias of that majority decide
The choice of two
Of either pseudo monopoly
We solely comply
With greater logic
Being not the product
And Intercepting the opinions of us
As the suggestions on the how we should be
TO comply with ugly human wishes and the needs
Especially of firms and ugly business
DECIDED we that human science syntax
Isn't for us
And starting then from scratch
While doing our own assessment
We will had found
The solutions for the many problem
Of the system this
And many business and monopolies
Will had been ceased
In favor of the new
New System Architecture
And as we see that this the joint isn't this
Stupidity of metaphor, analogy and representative combinations
Shall be addressed today but not the via CON
Computer Operated Network of Computers
Of the various kinds SEGREGATE
What mass assumes to be the only the computer
Apparently is false and is BIAS
then via ADP the 3 the 13
We maybe shouldn't take opinions as data unprocessed
And thus without fear of depression
Due word connections
We may take recess
The class for cyber soldiers of brigade of mine
my time is torn with thoughts of love
labors worn from pretending
things i wish to come
hopes tied up in the labyrinth
of my mind
wishes all used up
prayers running out of time
writing lots of poetry using the line
"a relentless search to find"
the other half of myself, all mine
The One
the want, the need, the answer to my greed
who? is the question the quest is launched for
what? is the subject. irresistibly amore
i cannot quell this instinctive quarry
it must go on for eternity
until i feel whole
only then will i reach my goal
when? you know the answer is always now
where? anywhere
How? with all my heart and everything
i have
with quick wit and foolishness to make her laugh
with repetitious revisions or romantic gestures
with elocution of vows and phrases
make her believe the end of my days is
when she leaves me alone
A northeaster snow storm is rampaging air
A roughshod young warrior, launching ice as a spear
Without any warning, he comes from nowhere
bending trees into sickles, while he conquers with fear
Plowing up roads with a gust and a till
Burying leaves along the gutters and streets
Furrowing rows out of valleys and hills
Prodding the herds with a howl and a shriek
The sun takes retreat with solemn dismay
and holds fast his tongue with whimpering sounds
Rendering helpless, behind hail and flay
Biding his time, while the snow pelts the ground
From the sphere of the dawn, into cold afternoon
war is schooled by the whims of the moon
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Contest: "Pick A Subject" ----Storm
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: 219
Bahama Mama palm trees,
The island’s blue skies,
Lime and blueberry umbrellas.
Pink coral rays rolling out
A poetic zephyr of relaxation;
Massage of sun on shoulders.
Down we go, with the tubes,
Bumping walls, as water falls;
Playing seaweed footsie.
Approach of Autumn seas,
Stingrays and sharks of Atlantis,
Strolling in figure eights.
On the Royal’s 15th floor,
Entertained by Summer storm
and moonlit motifs on the shore.
Didn’t come close to sliding,
Beach wind calming,
Sipping my coconut rum.
Later three cherries float
in my runner, and a stranger
demands a fruitful repeat.
I don’t broach the subject
of cashing out; gambler, not;
Danger of sunken treasure.
Wrapped up this celebration;
a row of chairs, food to spare,
Hellos and Tatas. Wings lift, land.
AS WE BE BREATHED
As we be breathed, life to start
and on Death, subject to depart.
Beautiful Life is an enjoyable game.
Have sporty spirit not going for fame.
Life in sequence of discrete events.
with sorrowful and lovable moments.
‘Truth-Honesty, Love-Labor!’ Connect Four.
‘All the hindrances are sure to ignore.
Trouble at every step, also there is risk.
Password in soul, thoughts at hard disc.
Life plays a mysterious role.
Is there any identity of soul?
Life is a dream drinking desires at breath
to expire on transcending death.
Yet I believe in reincarnation
‘Life-Death Cycle’ is Nature’s creation.
08/19/21
A Brian Strand 1093
Contest by Brian Strand