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The price was thirty pieces of
silver
From the treasury of the Holy
temple
The contract for life, a deed in
blood
The Chief Priests and Elders
signatories.
The kiss of a friend, the betrayal of
a brother.
Piercing painfully than the dagger of
an enemy.
For the price of 30 pieces of silver.
The treasurer of the Son of Man,
The King of kings in earthen vessel
The lure of 30 pieces of silver
Of filthy lucre,
Ensnaring the soul deadened by
greed
So was the son of perdition bought
For a mere 30 pieces of silver.
That placed the noose over his
head.
Whose destiny was wreaked forever.
The Bishopric transferred to another;
All for filthy lucre.
30 pieces of silver
The worth of the Son of Man
Whose heavenly throne is arrayed in
precious stones,
Whose Kingdom streets are paved of
the purest of gold.
Oh my Lord and my God!!! Have
mercy!!!!
Hard work sleepless nights
Financial problem that sometimes don't be right
But you got to stand tall and fight the fight
You no your dream is on the line
For you have long to be on top
So now that you start there ain't no stop
Drama and pain all that you have to sustain
Thinking it's now your time to reign
Friends turn enemy greed that's greater than the penalty
Money that moves man turn they enemy to memory
Mistrust between colleges
Criticism behind your back if something goes wrong with the little dollar you got
Finical treasurer the one that gain hate the one that gain trust the one that's responsible for all the above
The squirrel council gathered
beneath the old oak tree,
debating this year’s acorn tax
with wild indignity.
Red Tail argued loudly
for equal stash for all,
while Gray Tail filibustered
by climbing up the trunk and stalling.
Chiptooth formed a committee
to count the winter stores,
but half the nuts went missing
before they reached the floor.
White Tail, the Treasurer (a clever one)
insisted on a vote~
but bribery with hazelnuts
kept everyone barking a troat.
Yet somehow, through the chaos,
a compromise was made:
each squirrel keeps their acorns
but must share one… someday.
And so the forest functions,
in its nut-based parliament~
a jittery, tail-flicking congress
forever in dissent.
Circumstances respectively the man mind response to the Thrills of the decisions that is captivating my life
Born born to wonder full of thunder malice has challenged me more than once but twice
It's my decision in my division I am full of challenges and yet I demand that in my life
Ever so worthy to be honored and respected and reared in a new life
Hope is hoping raising is pleasing and I wonder if I'll ever see it
The hope of the world brings me down brings me down
The joy of the world keeps my heart and soul all bound
How can I relax and keep it in context Oh!
When did Joy of this World Keep Me Down
When the joys of this world keeps me down
What this world has to offer all the Bountiful things material thing
Money Fame and Fortune glamorous meticulous wanted things
It's all for me so abundantly the world has everything I need all that it's offered
Get well on my feet I'm still in complete without the Lord Jesus Christ at the altar
So I lay down my arms so everything I own on the floor and I've chose to Worship the Lord
The hope of the world brings me down
The joys of this world keeps my hope all inbound
Relax and keep in context do I really need ALL these things
In truth all my needs and happiness comes from this world???
I have a new revelation
I have I have fallen on my knees found a new realization
I need to worship the Creator and not the creations
The hope of this world brings me down brings me down
The joys of this world keeps my heart and soul inbound
I cannot relax and keep it all in context Oh!
when did the joy of this world Keep Me Down
When did the joys of this world Keep Me Down
There are a lot of Pleasures Pleasures Pleasures to be found
Mystically miraculously Anna bountifully materialistic fathoms rhythms of accomplishments so awesome and so empowering
Not it's my pleasure that my new treasurer is my spiritual Vice
Now That I Found Jesus I have hope and now in Jesus Christ
So what profit a man to gain the world and to lose his life
For I would rather have no or some things but have all of Jesus Christ
Written by James Edward Lee Sr©2017
August 2 2017
As we ate on the 33rd floor
" his eyes shifted "
" the feather lifted "
and I knew once more
" ten keys "
are his way to a door...
" my trowel "
is for Phi!
and the measure
of my time
is now
"... the Treasurer ..."
of a Love rewound
and the message he penned
he left laying in keys
right beside
my right hand...
and they can surely be seen
" ... brethren..."
the message begins
with one two three...
He
claimed that 369 is Divine
and a scent was sent from Heaven
so I added to the 987
and then dear God, You said
" .. make it right..."
so I came to see clear
that an opening lay
within our inner ear...
741 to five
completes the slope
" ... and the beauty of a point ..."
A. is to multiple, by One
5184 x .01 = 51.84 degrees... face slope angle of the Great Giza Pyramid
5184 x 5 = 25920 "... a Great Year... Platonic, even..."
...................25920 x 5 = 129600 "... the Cosmic Year..."
and having been 'hear'... I could also see
that a difference in light
is a difference in speed
and then God said that all this
"... is good, indeed;..."
three three two two oh and three
~The Tech.Nique
SeQed;
Our first 'Hey'
When we both sat in the rain
When the clouds were quite moody
Yet my eyes were gloomy
We looked at the moon together
And shared our stories with the stars
I gave up on all the pain
And slowly burried all my scars
I fuelled my life with every smile of yours
I loved that you were mine
Will I still get to see the eyes
That look at me and shine
The words you told became my poetry
The songs u chose became my playlist
I called you my precious gift
And I became a treasurer
Never did I notice when the world turned upside down
Never did I ever think, they'd come for my beautiful crown
We were present and we were perfect
But now they'll rob me till I fall
Cuz when you'll be taken away
I'll lose a part of me, after all.
How do I get back up
How do I stand tall
How do I fix a broken string
So you can hear me call
You'll be with someone else
Someone whose love will be your gain
I'll go for another first "Hey",
Finding myself in the same convo all over again
As our ancestors walked the lands with the winds blowing from the mountain tops so they boldly haunted the animals with just a spear and a shooting pipe. Not for pleasure but to feed and feast from the lands they owned.Our paths have met the Wildes of beast but with conviction our enemies was met with strength of the running warrior. As nature was our soft embrace we heard a enemy from miles away. , warning us of dangerous lurking on our lands. Like a shooting star we ran and met our enemy's with bold and courageous hearts. . Eating the foods that nature provided not to much but just for strength. Now our lands have been defiled by one and all who takes our pride, stripping us from our lands to give us none but grieving hearts as our ancestral rights have been revoked from being the sons and daughters of the South. So my friends don't be fooled for soon our voices will respond to claim our ancestral lands which was given from birth as a prize. Come one and all stand together so that the lands can be returned to the khoi and San and their voices echoes from tree to once again one nation alliance can be the treasurer of of this lands. From the mountains to the seas and claim our ancestral home for our people to stand tall as table mountain embracing the visitors not with strength as our goodness have been seen.
Comus of Pragmatmous the Opera
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Thus they shall dine! Spoke the Pragmous as he gather 10 people and appointed them the heads over the Council of Comus. A group shall be formed of these few. When they divide they shall enlist many who's ambition differ but there allegiance to the group shall keep them focused on the success of this union. There fore a body formed shall exsist to be governed by the bylaws which shall be voted upon and agreed to. These founding members shall take the names of the ancients to remain anonymous in the official lounge,: but shall be write by there Christian or forename be enrolled into the ledger for payment and etc.....
Auh yeh oh ah auh: Auh!
Speak then the The Sergeant at Arms who is in charge of creating meetings and having everyone informed of meetings. This person to will break ties in voting: shall oversee and keep all meetings in order, and all shall sit to the end of meetings but allowed to leave with the permission of the Sergeant at Arms. His term is voted upon all members of the staff: but; but his or her expulture can only be voted upon by the Senior staff and then again by all members.
The Club Secretary will keep records and the vote, and will be asked to read the decisions of the previous affairs.Voted on by all members and can be relieved if another position is available and succession then to be voted on the request and appointment.
Treasurer. Must be independent of both positions. the under Treasure has the right to request an audit: which can take place by the request of Under Treasurer and Club Secretary.
Talent Buyer and Event Staff are to be voted on and coordinators. A Proxy will be appointed to act in the favor of the entire body, but must inform the Talent Buyer before any decision is made, and request for funds are only done with the signature of the Talent Buyer.
A person is dogmatic when they are expressing opinions very strongly or positively as if they were facts. This "rebellion” is very dramatic, and theatrics are not my strong suit. There are White men holding signs that read “Black Lives Matter” during so-called “protests” to boot. If there is merchandise being produced where is the revenue being sent? Has all the money been spent? Where are the headquarters and who is the corporate executive officer? Who is the treasurer? It is my life that I treasure. To burn down a police station is an idiotic measure to ask for peace between your ghetto and the police. Should one be spared even if they attempt to murder a police officer? Kill or be killed is a law on the streets, but that to some is obsolete when the situation involves the police. What is the phone number? They were thrown a bone. I do not lose sleep. I slumber. Can you give me an exact statistical number of black lives that were lost due to the police policing the streets of American Society with lethal force? My sense of propriety will not allow me to be on the fence regarding this issue. Between 1980 and 2023 , approximately 30,000 Black men were shot and murdered by the police. I have heard such gibberish such as “defund” the police. Taking their money will not make them work harder to defend themselves against threatening suspects I suspect. The families of some of the deceased have been given settlements, so I heard through the media. They were cut a check. The police were told that the government should cut their checks. Dogmatic Individuals have many problems in understanding new ideas. They cannot accept reasonable ideas instead of their own incorrect ideas. If there is a corporate executive officer found I doubt that this person will have anything to say that is profound. There will be no statue erected in his image. There will be no one to say “I stand corrected”. There will be no direct and reasonable ideas exchanged between vandals, looters, protesters, and those who commit intentional arson, and the officers of the law. I saw a police station on fire in another state; this was being aired on the news. I never heard if anyone was apprehended. Maybe no one left any clues.
A spirited traveler, how curiously you roam, flexing your freedom,
Visiting places serene, from Atlantic to Pacific, Artic to Antarctic,
Hugging every exotic continent, kissing territories in between;
Exploring from shore to shore; thrashing, splashing, your rhythms.
Hosting sunsets of amber evenings and sunrises of purple dawns
Fondly you reflect ruby rays, charming avid glances of romance,
Illuminating in sun’s golden dust a fusion made of fervid dreams,
And designs of your vision artistic, sprinkled on motifs esoteric.
Custodian of precious resources, a treasurer of beauteous coral reefs,
A liaison for shipping goods, trading foods, marine mineral mining;
You are a daring warrior too, flaunting bravely your armored ships,
An environmentalist as well, facilitating harvesting of wind energy.
You are so charismatic, when leisurely you propel passenger ships,
Journeying to towns historic, luxuriating on heavenly beaches;
Yet, when your mood is perturbed, you are a monster, angry beast,
Stomping ferociously, storming destructively, churning latent heat.
Harmonious with the mystique of moon, mythical cosmic bodies,
Coast-to-coast you soar, alluring aspirations of dreams romantic,
As boundlessly you undulate, navigating zestful tides of passion;
Awe of admiration, you are the eternal, magnificent blue ocean.