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In the news today
I watched in despair
I saw Michael Jackson
With gnats in his hair
I wish this would end
This media plight
Take all the evidence
It will all end tonight
He arrived a little late
Had a warrant for his arrest
Whatever he receives
He'd best not contest
For his fame will not conjure
Neverland is no more
Not for nothing he still is
A media whore
He once was a black man
A key member of the Jackson Five
Transformed into a white woman
In prison he won't survive
They'll take away your jammies
And you can't wear your coat
Your cell mate named Bubba
How soon he will gloat
Does he really molest children
In his own amusement park?
What, does he lure them in
By telling them:
"I'm afraid of the dark"
Martha's no longer there
So you won't have no friends
For the boys hate molesters
Your life soon may end
In the after-life for you
There will no be no pearly gates
Only Bubba in a thong
"I now pronounce you soul mates!"
Now the news is over
I've heard enough for one night
You're going down Mr. black/white man
Hope you have sweet dreams tonight.
Collaborated by father & son.. Richard & Jared Pickett...
Asavvy1
2004
February 17 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 14-15
Key Verse – Numbers 14:18 The LORD is longsuffering, and of great mercy, forgiving iniquity and transgression, and by no means clearing the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS LONGSUFFERING
God Who is longsuffering, guides us with His hand
Toward abiding in His will along His holiness-demand
From false gods’ destructive wicked band…
Now, we pitch in His promised land by faith’s righteous stand.
God Who is longsuffering, directs us with His commandment
Toward climbing to His mount of service-commitment
From vain allurement and pride’s settlement…
Now, we dwell in His contentment by faith’s fulfillment.
God Who is longsuffering, journeys with us along His truth’s light
Toward claiming His promises along His delight
From doubts’ confusion because of sins’ blight…
Now, we ascend to His certainty by faith’s prayer-plight.
God Who is longsuffering, propels us with His wisdom
Toward reaching His standards along His granted freedom
From deceit that attacks carnality’s boredom…
Now, we stay in His plan by faith’s commitment to advance His kingdom.
God Who is longsuffering, walks with us in His leadership
Toward following His instructions along His partnership
From selfishness defying joyful fellowship…
Now, we remain in His grace by faith’s fervency for discipleship.
God Who is longsuffering, delivers us against fear with His bravery
Toward clinging to His courage for steward’s victory
From cowardice so destructive in its misery…
Now, we cleave to His power by faith’s strength for His glory.
God Who is longsuffering, drives us with His wellness-best
Toward enjoying His blessings through heavenly zeal and zest
From proud achievements in overcoming trial or test…
Now, we seek His favour by faith’s vision against boastfulness-pest.
February 17, 2025
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Stand free and tall, Absolution, takes the desire,
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Replace Apathy with the integrity to inspire
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Cast Away And Close
Cast away on an island surrounded by seas far apart from
my soul mate and lover I am now viciously dependent alone
independent in solitude for a day years or forever or not
Connection I need and therefore I would want my ~ ‘Mind’ ~
to not have been knocked out when the mast of the vessel
collapsed on my scull when dehydration set in coming to shore
Without healthy senses I would die in recluse could not overcome
contused bones and bruised Self a squashed heart punctured lung
had no way to recover in view of starvation of tummy and soul
In itself this required ~ ‘Fortuity’ ~ the luck of the draw when the storms
arrested my journey condemned me to change my perception of
retreating into myself while I searched for some foodstuff and water
Without the grace of good fortune thanking well meaning stars the
Universe or some Goddess in gratitude would be bereft of thanks and
of meaning since in that case my life and reality had ceased to exist
Healthy reason and feeling saved by good luck and some tatters of judgement
would complete my kit of survival when combined with ~ ‘Hope’ ~ the
for ongoing search for meaning my plans evolution and dreams
Otherwise dead in the water and my longing stuck in the sands of
crusted time and oblivion the crystals of being any re-writing
of future and belonging once more would lie shattered and crushed
Me on that island and my story narration in such troubling challenge
facing trial and summons tests of my strength and acceptance
would be futile and senseless without
~ Fortitude and hope in my Mind ~
29th November 2016
July 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 138-143
Key Verse – Psalms 138:8 The LORD will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PERFECTING US
Praise be to God for perfecting us with His:
Trial that trains our toiling
Triumph that turns our travail
Truth that teaches our tactfulness
Tenderness that trims our timidity
Test that touches our transgressions
Psalms 139:3 Praise be to the Lord for
searching us while:
Exposing our progress
Examining our pretensions
Evaluating our proud personality
Expressing our pursuit’s powerlessness
Encouraging our performance productivity
Psalms 140:1 Praise be to the Saviour for
delivering us and preserving us with His:
Sure security
Secured salvation
Scriptural standards
Settled sanctification-seal
Steadfast stabilizing strength
Psalms 141:1 Praise be to the Almighty
for giving ear unto our voice of:
Prayerful plea
Persistent praise
Purposeful plight
Peaceful promises
Pensive prompt proofs
Psalms 142:2 Praise be to the Creator
for attending to our supplication that:
Cries for His care
Cleaves to His cause
Calls for His comfort
Clings to His clemency
Clamors for His closeness
Psalms 143:10 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for teaching us to do His will by His:
Restraint toward sin-repentance
Restoration toward service-revival
Replenishment along supply-refilling
Rejuvenation midst salvation-rejoicing
Righteousness for sanctification-refueling. Amen!
July 11, 2024
O kabab merchant, thy skewer!
Fresh fish on the line!
And, moreover, in a blur -
Life, be unrefined!
Tangled are the strands of Fate?
Causality, roam!
Make a meal of small, ye great?
Lie down in the loam?
Well, we hope not, young fellow.
Let's keep it mellow.
Otherwise the killing blow?
Mine or thine below?
That is how it tends toward.
Yes, but why this time?
O ye tigers, how you purred!
Sirens, sing sublime!
Poverty for poets?
Depends on how they write.
Songwriter, sing well thy hits!
Erebus means Night!
Think it through. Tomorrow.
Surcease of sorrow?
O ye beggars, doth borrow?
Whiskey, flies, thy jar o'?
Formulate or fix? Foment?
Liquor? Liniment?
O Queen Dido, thy lament?
Roundabout repent?
I, the fabled Carthage Queen!
All that I have seen!
Automaton, thy machine!
Frog-skins wrought a-green!
This I tell ye, O wild youth!
Flicker as ye fall!
Woman Night, thy cold phone booth!
Funeral, thy pall!
Agony. It comes and goes?
Waits for tomorrows?
O for carrion feeding crows!
Blessed roads a-chose!
But! Great queens about me stand!
Hard be not our hand!
Aryan King, thy path is manned?
Blighted by the banned?
We say not! Give it no thought!
Sparks in wire a-wrought!
Buried treasure, are you bought?
Foreign wars a-fought?
You have our love, and each ear!
Therefore nothing fear!
O for those who don't hold dear!
Whisper in thy beer!
Madam, thy best blessing...!
I trial and tumult seek?
No more time for guessing!
Plant one on my cheek...
You and I are so much more, created in Yah's likeness
Perfect, rare, priceless and special
Unique, extraordinary, gifted and talented
Called to complete a mission, an assignment filled
With adversaries, temptation, adventure and victory
You and I were given the freedom of choice to be a part of history
To be written into the next generation's story whereby we gave the Creator glory
What an extraordinary story for the next generation
To hand down praises, worship and thanksgiving
To the Divine Omnipresent, Omnipotent One who created all living things
You and I are forever striving to be our best
Always willing to complete and partake in every earthly test
Trusting others to instruct and guide us through every trial
Emotions, feelings, anxiety and fear
I agree sometimes this calling doesn't seem fair
But isn't it right to say, "I would rather be called and chosen
Than be exempt and exiled from the Creator's Heavenly Kingdom"?
The law teachers, and the elders, arrested Jesus.
They went to see the high priest whose name was Caiaphas.
Peter followed into the courtyard at a distance.
The chief priests and Sanhedrin tried to get evidence.
They looked for it in order to give a death sentence.
Two men would appear to render mendacious comments.
They said, “The temple of God this man wants to raze.
He claims he can rebuild it all in only three days!”
Caiaphas spoke, “Do you hear the men’s testimony?
Why don’t you answer? You maintain taciturnity!
Please tell us, are you the Son of God? What is your plea?”
Jesus replied to the high priest, “Yes, it’s as you say.
However, to all of you, there shall soon come a day.
The Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven will be
sitting at the right hand of God; everyone will see!”
The angered high priest yelled, “He has spoken blasphemy!
Tell me; is this man worthy of the death penalty?”
They would strike him, and spit on him, and said, “Prophecy!
Tell us which ones among us hit you. What did you see?”
Peter was sitting in the courtyard where there would be
a servant girl saying to him, “You’re from Galilee!
You were one of the men with that man they call Jesus.
I know you were with that man! Why don’t you please tell us?”
“I don’t know him. I never saw him!” Peter would say.
However, another girl saw him at the gateway:
“You were with that Nazareth man earlier today.
You are from there also! Your accent gives you away”
Peter would answer her, “There’s a lot of room for doubt.
I was not there. I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
An hour later, another person would appear.
“I saw you with him, also!” is what Peter would hear.
“There is no way I was near him”, was Peter’s reply.
That was the third time knowing Jesus he would deny.
Suddenly, everyone would hear a rooster crowing.
This event would then leave Peter very well knowing
the truth of Jesus, and his earlier prophecy.
Therefore, Peter would go away weeping bitterly!
To be continued
Though black waves strike with scorn and bitter might,
Look to the Lighthouse on the shore, so tall and bright.
And though the night seems scary, without end,
Faithfully look to Him, your God, your loving Friend.
Though stones and boulders block your path today,
And friends of old have turned and gone astray,
Look to the Path that leads to the skies above,
And never cease to love with endless, godly love.
And though the mountain climb is steep and hard at times,
Look ahead to God; to Him, you turn your eyes.
If tears are many and your wing is broken,
Jesus heals the wound—trust in Him and always sing!
Through every trial, He is the Lord Most High,
who hears your prayer, your whisper, and your cry.
He’ll answer in His time; He never disappoints.
No harm shall come to those He calls His own, to those whom He anoints.
Let many roar like lions, wanting to cause you pain;
Their power now is but a simple breeze, a fleeting breath in vain.
The storm is ending; see the rainbow’s hue:
“I am the Truth,” God softly whispers now to you.
In my chair, I sat, pure as the light/
When the Holy Spirit came with its might/
An outward explosion, a thunderous purge/
To banish the evil, to cleanse and emerge/
But I was a Saint, a soul unblemished/
Calm and serene, a power replenished/
Confusion stirred, its effort in vain/
Lightning crackled, I felt no pain/
Booming thunder, a storm's command/
Yet I stood stronger, my spirit unmanned/
The third attempt, a futile endeavor/
Power profound, fearless forever/
From ashes reborn, Hell now my home/
A fire unimaginable, I stand alone/
The Holy Spitit's trial, what did it achieve/
A Luciferian Saint with strength to believe/