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Jesus killers

Jesus's killers
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had
known for thirty years but never met was there. Do
not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it
appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when
thinking it was vital, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated, to keeping
holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and
there have been many that have forgotten. Right now in
Palestine, there is low-level extermination going
on, but since the perpetrators are people who
suffered much, we pretend not to see.
As a man in an illegal Jewish settlement said: 
We killed Jesus and are proud of it,

Sophie Throup

Morrisons it seems? have got into gear,  And Sophie Throup i'd buy
Her a beer.' Or a celery juice whatevers her thing i reckon
This lil beauty will bring in troops, aisles will ring many more shoppers
Will visit Morrisons, i'd sary due to the landowners trials
Of today.' For now its our farmers.' So let tomorrow be ours' and all
The days after, I also shout EQUALITY FOR COWS!! May
They eat grass forever.) And arla go broke! the jokes now all
On quyeer karma..Geez he's a strange old bloke' oh thats
Reeves in me gunsight.!! Pr'haps i need glasses let me look
In that cloak.' Must be all that food from tesco's sent me
Eysight askew? Mind you sainsburys is on their low level
What are we to do? I'll say go supporrt all farm shops who'll
Treat you real well, and if you can't there'll always be a Morrisons as far as I can tell.)

Ladies in Jerusalem

Ladies in Jerusalem 

I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had known
for thirty years, but never met was there
Does not exist, was the answer
I wrote my name also; it appeared I didn't exist either
I did once when thinking it was important
but some ladies in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies of Jerusalem are dedicated to keeping
holocaust alive
A hopeless case
there have been many holocausts throughout history
right now, we are witnessing a holocaust in Gaza there, have been many more now forgotten.
In Palestine, there is low-level extermination on
but since the perpetrators are people who have
suffered much, we look another way
An aggressive Zionist, an illegal Jewish settlement
said, we killed Jesus and are proud of it,

Gravitational Drag

The store is a low-level spaceship
in a starless lot.
The sparsely parked cars
have leagues of loneliness between them.
No one comes or goes they merely slipstream
through a personal invisibility.

Beyond the gliding glow
of glass doors
the anchorless roam
between the high stacked
and glitter wrapped.

Anyone that matters in the daylight
is not here,
Then he sees her,
moons slung from each ear,
she with the dragon tattoo arm sleeve,
her small, half-cupped breasts
daring anyone to be kind.

He wants to be near to her,
yet he only an itinerant broker of bad news.
The few that are here will leave separately
to tunnel into more makeshift hours,
and he must drive far enough away
to be a distance from himself.

Humanity

Humanity 



I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I have known for thirty years but never met was there. Do not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when thinking it was important, but some ladies 
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated keeping holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and there have been many, are forgotten. Right now in Palestine, there is low-level extermination going on, but since the perpetrators are people who suffered much, we pretend not to see.
As a man, in an illegal settlement said:
we killed Jesus and are proud of it,

The Names of My 3 Children

Tugging at matter that was
Always there.
Vivacious with life even 
In strife.

Monstrous joy,
Illustrating new forms of happiness,
Looming a low level glow in the eyes.
An acrobat of body and soul.

Just you wait, though,
Over the hills booms bombastically,
Even more than what you thought love could be.
Yours, truly.

The Combat In Ukraine

The combat in Ukraine

 I have a problem; we know that Ukraine is a corrupt country
we also know it has fought a low-level war against
the Russian-speaking people in the Donbas region, so Russia
 intervened, so far so good, but what is the next step?
If Russia holds on to the territory gained without having
an army station in the freed territories on a permanent basis 
because Ukraine will cry foul and attack when they can.
Russia has always been a magnet for intruders because
of its potential riches and vastness.
There was a time when Yeltsin and his cronies were popular
they grabbed the state's assets and sold them down the Volga.
This was abruptly stopped, to the chagrin of the west 
once more; Russia was the enemy.
I’m not partial to the Russian government’s plan, but as I see it
Russia has to occupy the whole of Ukraine and install a regime
that is permanently neutral and let Ukraine be a member
of the Russian federation.
In any case, the war must stop as thousands of young soldiers
die for the wrong reasons and the civilians are bombed senseless.

Halo of Life

Halo of Life
My existence in a hollow core values seething the gear tastes like salt water pool table and chairs for your hand. Take me off for a half did not receive any such nails straight in my coffin. Boards down the sewers grime low level life never seems like the cols.
Open pages of my heart is a loyal type of friend. I grew up in filters and filth. Smothered my head in the pillows to get the hell out of the day but I wasn’t alone. You were there to hold me back into my back. Come hither Green Piston ring you when I wake up.

Survival

Survival
From one circumstances
To another
Still I stand 

From one trouble to 
Another 
Still am living my life

From one challenges
To another 
Still am outstanding

From low level to high
Levels of life 
Still I live to see 
The world 

From grass to grace
Always is my story
But at the grass 
My hope is always on God 

I refuse to give up 
Up 
Even my last breath
Is not intensional

I will love to swim on
With life 

Cos it waves are 
An interesting lesson

I promise to keep writing
No matter the waves of life

I will always draw it 
In poetry 

I promise

A Night's Sky On the 4th of July

placing a black
match on my
bottle rocket

she's a cherry
bomb with
two cones

on a motar
rack that
makes

my quarter
stack at
least

more than
that but
it's not

reloadable
nor a re
peater

as her ring
shell and
rising

tail take 
in my 
pistol

and mortar
tube like a
roman

candle doing
a few jumping
jacks at low level

expecting a
fountain of
glitter

fish fallout
in an ex
plosive

display of
her fuse
let loose

in a dahlia
and wet
peony

her fire and flare
confuse me as
to where

in the flurry of 
her finale
i be

come
a
dud

The Purity of the Gospel

We live in a day of glorifying man
all the questions are always earthbound
looking at what results their preaching did
God looking down sees an earthly sound

God almighty has higher standards than man
the proclamation of the gospel is His crown
He looks to His glory and only to that alone
so the gospel's purity sings along heavens sound

What indeed makes the gospel pure?
the gospel must be scripturally full
the preacher must magnify Christ
for its purity makes it a sparkling jewel

Today's church lives at a very low level
it needs lifting to look at Christ's sufficiency
for it's enough God doesn't ask for any more
Christ the saviour is sufficient absolutely

We're not saved by our giving
but by God giving His son
who's finished the salvation work
His father gave him to do, Jesus won

(We live in a day where numbers are all important in Gospel evangelism forgetting that the purity of the gospel is what God is concerned with for His own glory.)

Low Level

Iv been looking for a place to plug into
Levels are so low 
Way below the line
We waited 

For years it rained
Every morning like clockwork
The trees shook
And the birds took off

Later I dragged my shadow 
through the mud 
Betrayed by the sun
I no longer followed

Dark and Dangerous

So much light fills my life

On a day to day basis

Yet from the corner of my eye

At the edge of my peripheral vision

Lurking somewhere maybe in my deep subconscious

I see and feel something dark and dangerous

Always stalking skulking in shadows

Always brooding carefully moving

So as not to be identified

But yet I hear muffled anguished cries

And the low level disquiet chatter

Over what sounds like stifled Church bell sounds

I see vaguely headstones and graves all around

I feel the chill of the night and see the low lying mist

I feel the preternatural in all of this

And wonder if this dark and dangerous realm

Is something others have seen on heard

Teetering at the edges of their lives

Or is this just me close to faltering and going out of my mind

A precursor and warning of that which waits for me

If I lose the light and self belief

And stumble and fall and fail to get up

This is how in life you can come unstuck

If not wary of dangers and darkness

Of the subconscious mind and peripheral realms.

Cooling

6/17/17


I'm just cooling 
And musing
Below the flooring and above the roofing
Still manuevering and moving
Working hard towards improving

Live a life of your choosing
Focused on what I'm doing
Got to get it, can't continue snoozing
While there is and isn't booming
Whether win draw or losing 
Before and after what is ensuing
Regardless of if it may be confusing

Quickly fuming
Often stooping
To such a low level, then snooping
People feuding
And dueling
Over petty things, continually adding fueling
To the fire, while ridiculing
Among objects that may or may not be protruding
Near and far from lifeforms and items by themselves or in a tight-knit grouping

At a rapid pace, spewing
It's all bad when it comes to polluting

Always stirring up the pot, and tooting
Your own horn, while assuming
Because you want to see another's undoing
Shame on those that continue spoofing
And fooling

As well as those that did or are planning a mass shooting
There's just no excusing
Such horrendous actions, regardless of it involved drug abusing
And heavy duty boozing

Pushing Papers

Low-level office drone,
you move cautiously in the corporate hive
Never bringing any attention to yourself,
especially when the pink slip memos fly by
The queen bee of your department,
protects her workers very well
Although from time to time,
she has a tendency to raise living hell
But you never challenge her authority;
you keep your head down, and your voice low
With five more years to a solid pension,
quietly pushing the papers is the prudent way to go
Make no waves,
utter no dissident voice
Management is always monitoring:
so even when they're wrong,
you say they've made the right choice
Keep pushing the papers,
let your conscience live to work another day
on company pay
Don't examine the papers too close,
do exactly what the company say
You ain't a fearless whistle blower,
you're just a low-level rung on the management ladder
A middle-aged balding guy with a bad bladder
So you keep pushing the papers,
'cause everybody ain't brave like Karen Silkwood
Meltdown of a nuclear reactor from faulty parts
the company sold, which you knew were no good
But you pushed the papers on through anyway,
'cause it was time to punch out at the end of the day

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