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Bustling Tavern, din of thieves,
prattles sounds, like mini battles
of Sorcery, at mosaic of vomit tapestry.
Endowing all sorts in your bosom
like sins-full abacus beads.
You gather them by lamplight and promisery
of Nightlife, bejeweled deeds.
Your dangle of jewelry,
imagery into the back
of the mind.
Cleaving to your cleavage, in gilded-underbelly.
Whispered confessions, aspirations un-tamed,
at the heart of game, plays.
A maelstrom of activity brews,
where thieves and dreamers carafe their craft,
by firelight, booze, and cut-throat utensils,
for stirring the plot and tasting it's ooze.
A symphony of mirth and mischief,
lies, woven into each swirl of word.
A den of vices, a theater of souls,
where desires become exhumed
jewels, brightly interred.
Sorcery of charming, bracing,
where shadows dance in dusk,
efficacing with the flickering daylight
exuding allure, a beguiling musk,
facery painting, fishing for trust.
Binding patrons, captivated by the dire-light,
broths to salivate for spitting in its flame.
Bardic stories, each worth half a codler of truth,
confess their lies amidst the clinking of wine.
Tithes abetting their cover, to mask the grape-vine.
As hearts chase fleeting pleasures true,
where fantasies intertwine,
the weight of the world measured, momentarily
subdued in fermented promise of unsealed
magic in held balance of bottomless opportunity.
So, come, dear traveler, lose yourself,
in the spell of atmosphere.
In the spray of this sacred mace,
lift of skirt, skirting of honest wage.
Panning for adventurers,
planning under-sway of sunder's way.
Financial Blessings
Tom’s thoughts for today
2-13-2020
Sometimes we struggle
separating what we know as truth,
and what our emotions might tell us.
We allow feelings to determine the path we walk
in determining our financial responsibility toward God.
Sometimes a financial need isn’t met
because we’ve been serving God leftovers,
rather than the fresh prepared meal.
Should we expect God to bless us financially,
if we’re not supporting His work?
We can’t out give God!
Malachi 3:8
“Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings.”
Who do you trust least
Preacher..teacher or literal beseecher
Ethereal spiritual feast or visceral ritual beast
Funereal foibles & surreal baubles
Of a Priest
Plead to heed with every deed to the creed
Erratic didactic tactic is tragic
There is no such thing as magic
Demagogic not pedagogic logic
Subjugation to the screed or damnation indeed
Survival battered by books tattered
The seedier leaders flattered
Primal tribal rival bible revival
Media…things that mattered…shattered
Connives..contrives yet thrives
Bet everyone everywhere writhes
Let’s not forget to pay our tithes
Had enough of this guff
Before you’ve blinked
Off the cuff
You’ve been hoodwinked
In a huff
You’ve been sinked
By the bluff
Scary skits & lairy fits
Notoriety..wary of
The gobbits & gambits
Entirety of Society in bits.
The palpable culprits
At the heart of it
Twits in culpable pulpits
Totemic hysteric polemics
Sinister vicar & minister
Systemic Cleric relics
Tire of entire dire quagmire
Of the liar denier empire
Cast asunder by another blunder
Besmirch on a pedant’s perch
Tone of brimstone, thunder & fire
Prone to lurch under the church spire
What do you expect
Cause and effect
Have always been suspect
When a Rector gives a lecture
On the spectre of conjecture
This institution ain’t the solution to destitution
Why does all religious passion
Ration rather than fashion compassion
More moral blindness than kindness
Cerebral lobe flashing
Surely all we need from above
Across the globe
Is liberal lashings of love
My grandad was asked on his death bed
“Pray tell Harry…you going to heaven or hell?”
“To be frank…don’t give a monkeys” he said
“I’ve got mates in both ..so all’s well that ends well (or swell for our American cousins)”
God is the ultimate source of all that you will need
He can give you your heart's desire, just abide by Him in deed
but the real heart of the matter is where your treasures lie
should also be the place where your heart resides
according to the book of Malachi,
the last prophet in the Old Testament
the church's money was not right for the congregation
would not contribute towards the rent
whenever you worship in any house of God,
you must comprehend and see
that it's the members tithes and offerings
that maintain the church's property
Malachi had been sent to tell the members
about the Lord God's command
they then rebelled, and became disobedient
falling short of God's master plans
yet all that you think you own
really belongs to the Lord God
and you have been blessed
with what you possess
only because of His regards
If your money is not right
It might be because of your behavior
by not following God's Commands
to tithe and atone for Jesus Christ the savior
just repent to the Lord God
and confess that you have been remiss
for your money might not get right until
you abide by His promises
just give the Lord His tithes
and offerings that are always due
and only ten percent
is what He does ask of you
then He will open the windows of heaven
to let blessings come down in abundancy
give as has been given to you
reciprocate God's generosity
understand that disobedient,
rebellious and unyielding minds
will not prosper not be profitable
when dealing with God's Kind
for obedience and sacrifice
will lead you to God's milk and honey
but if you continue to selfish
then your money will stay funny
so whenever you receive a word from God
just do as He expects
sacrifice, compromise
and don't forget to sign the check
the ultimate makeover
having your finances
come to God's sight
give as the Lord God gave to you
and then your money might get right
Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes
The fervency is gone, we know it from our hearts
We are just socializing
The men are now old who tore our hearts in years gone by
They are tired by age or backslidden,
We only remember their gone by exploits
And the new ones are distracted by social media and the world
In our Dead Church
There are no secret prayers,
No heart-searching sermons,
The choristers are desperately seeking applauds
They import songs from the other side
and characteristics of the unregenerate
Our dead church
Now have special seats in front differentiating men from men
We are no longer brethren, Pride ekes outs
We have become Ichabod
We tell stories of yesteryears and hoped the days will come again
In our Dead church, we worship men
Mere mortals, we fight or hate those who oppose them
They like it so, unlike Jesus who recognized the spirit
In our dead Church, things have become mechanical
Messages are no longer divine, they are from the internet
Our love is conditional
Our hypocrisy is loud
Our head is full, our hearts are empty
We are Christians in church but sinners at home
Don’t judge me is our lyrics in defence
In our Dead church, we have sent The Master out
We have become masters as we swindle the people through tithes and offering
Our old clergyman still keeps his office
Even when he ought to be silent so we can repent
In our dead church
The new Pastor never witnessed revival; he knows nothing about it
Our hearts are dead, our soul is panting and yearning for the church of Acts
Where Jesus was enthroned above man and mundane things of earth
We are back to Rome
Where are the Luther?
Where are the Zwingli?
Who will bring Jesus to His throne (our hearts)
Mabel Jones and her four kids, Tyrese, Sheldon, Christopher, and Myriah (each with different fathers) went to church every Sunday, and the kids attended bible school five days a week in the summertime.
As a family, they sat all week long under huge white canvas tents on smouldering hot summer nights for Revivals.
Mable Jones testified the same sorrowful condensed story of her life every Sunday during the time that they set aside for testimony. She danced with the holy ghost, shouted, and spoke in tongues.
She gave up ten percent of her earnings to tithes and few dollars more to the youth group every Sunday.
She beat her children every Monday for the old and the new, just like her mama use to do when she was small.
Ten years ago she traded her crack pipe for a bible, and now she felt self-righteous. Every chance she got she would curse out the degenerates that atrociously hung around the front of her apartment building.
She would intimidate some of them, and they would scatter about only to return after she left. For the most part, the majority of them would stay and match her curse words and threats.
Even when they threatened her, she was not deterred. She was determined to have the mischief stopped. She would call the police and gave them vital information that led to the arrest of some of the riffraff.
De'Aundre self-appointed businessman, that controlled that section of East End. When he got word of Mable Jones interfering with his business, he got two of his soldiers to rough her up.
It was a brutal beating, and she spent weeks in the hospital recuperating.
It was a lesson well learned, and she counted herself lucky that she was still alive.
Now Mable Jones no longer approaches the degenerates in front of her apartment building but hurries past them to get to her apartment.
However every Sunday during the time that was set aside for testimony, she added to her regular testimony her accounts with the devil.
copyright 2013 River Front Tower/Tower of Souls
UNTIE WITH TITHE IF TIGHT
Descend from your boulder of woe
into the vineyard where great men sow;
here is my escape wonder park,
inscribed: Givers Never Lack;
betwixt the valley of indecision & greed
whether to eat or sow the seed.
Seek reference from scripture & read
Malachi three verse ten, which is the in-thing.
You only require "a tenth of everything":
"Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse,
that there may be meat in My house.
Test Me in this, and see if I will not, from heaven,
throw open the floodgates of heaven
and pour out so much blessing feast
that you'll not have room 'nough for it",
says the Lord Almighty,
then your gloom will shine brightly.
Why debate on this when money is vanity.
Loosen your bands with your liberality,
credulously accept Divine reality,
forever forgo fallacious fastidious fellows
and professional pay-hunting "prophets".
If your ancestor and Pathfinder, Abraham, tithed
to King of Salem, Melchizedek (symbolizing God) - being entreated,
(King of Salem means King of Peace),
why shouldn't his offspring also pay tithes?
Don't haggle, only seek what Christ requires:
a dime dole-out from your dearly dollar$
or a penny of your plenty precious pounds.
Will a man rob God & get away...for life?
"Yet ye robbed Me...in tithes & offerings" while baskin' in your strife.
The only remedy is to untie the resultant curse & pain
with timely tithe of your income or gain
in other to enjoy bountiful harvest of rain.
VickWizzy.
Reference: Malachi 3 verse 8 & 10, KJV Bible.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 18th, 2020.
Working two jobs to support me
It is not easy
God gives me grace each day
Great jobs, both are office setting
Sometimes can be stressful
If I let it be
Continuing on working, that's me.
I earn my pay
I do my day
Off to the second job after the first, right away.
Some weekends a time to rest
Relax, enjoy, daily tasks
Business-Minded invest.
Another long day
Working to have what it takes to live nice
Yes, can be overwhelming to
But, I have to do what I have to do.
Great salaries, I can pay my own way
Until this day I manage
All finances balanced.
I thank God, who gives me the strength
Paying my bills, including the rent
Working the two jobs is only temporary.
A nice place, with a nice view
Dependable transportation too.
Paying my tithes
Attending Church
It is worth it, off to work.
I have to do what I have to do.
Pastor or Pope who can they be?
Ordinary people with testimonies!
They are no more better than you.
Disobey God just like we do.
In Isaiah 54:13 God say's "I'll Teach!"
How he helped them should be all they preach!
Ask most of them to do it without asking a dime.
And you'll see how few would waste their time.
Profiting while Jesus paid the cost.
Abused and tortured for us on that cross.
Fat lifestyles for preachers and their families.
As they shout to the pews, "Bring Your Tithes to me!"
How soon most of them do forget.
They were like us and their life was a wreck.
Churches should be a place of gathering.
Where all can go and praise Heaven's King!
A place where doubters can see.
If he did it for them, He can do it for me!
Preaching about riches is just pressing the flesh.
The God who I've walked with is not part of that mess!
His word encourages me to find others to love.
And point to the lost, that help comes from above.
Sure, money is needed to meet our basic need.
But sermons about wealth is nothing but greed!
I've served trays in hospitals to rich and poor.
It was those who loved others that were blessed more.
Revelation 20:12 says at our setting sun.
"We All Will Be Judged By What We Have Done!"
Attentiveness is the currency of life & to flow
it needs your permission
It can't flow without you within its wave
so, you must control your attention
Our observation is a key to the doors of the many
mansions available to you
Unlock your dreams by awakening to this as many
doors are in need of walking through
Sleepwalking is an action of the blind & many are
living life with closed eyes
Their perception has been blocked by narrow thinking
leaving the mind in a state of compromise
This dream is as real as any other & you are water
in a world solidified
Tithes are paid with the flow of your attention so
keep track of the direction of your tides
Avert the eyes to dismiss the undesired for this is
needed to avoid sinking ships
When you drop anchors at the point of fluid focus
the results are really hard to miss