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man made

self-made is self-man made
self-made is self-man made glory
joy is self-made joy
joy is a joyful self-made
joy is a joyful glory
glory is a joy of glory
glory of joy,glory of self-made

man is man made glory
a mass of glory is a mass of man made
a mass of glory is a mass of energy
energy is a mass of energy
energy is a mass of joy
energy is a joy of energy
mass is a joy of energy

self-made is self-made energy
self-made is self-made mass
time is man made
time is self-made
time is self-made joy
self-made joy is self-made time
time is man made joy

The church is a man-made institution

How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.

The church is a man made institution - or - I may have religious trauma; can you tell

How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.

Man-made Pool

Beat the heat, swim hard
Dive into cool water right
Into your backyard.

Evolution Is Man-Made, Lying Fairy Tale

Evolution Is Man-Made, Lying Fairy Tale

You feel it, know it, deep down in your flowing blood
No way, you did not crawl from the cold oozing mud
No sir, you realize it wrapped quite deep within
You have a soul underneath your covering skin
You have a kind true heart that can in sweet love feel
You hope, dream and pray and from many things you heal
Your ideas in life come from a bright thinking brain
When hurt you know, you feel that as an aching pain
Kindness and sympathy are traits you hold so dear
Your mind ponders life, love, death and yes you do fear
Do you really believe we crawled up from slimy mud
That our earth never faced that horrible flood.

Evolution is man-made, lying fairy tale.
Place your faith in it and you will end up in hell.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov 27th, 1971

Note: I wrote this at age 17.
I have lived on this blue marble another 52 years now,
since then and I still have faith in this being a poem about truth

Man Made

Before the mirage of this world
bid you walk through it,
that mind you were in
chose to be
what you chose to see.

Mankind did not evolve
it was self-created.

If humanity collectively
chose not to exist,
or to dwindle away
it would.

If you alone choose
for this world to be heaven
you can prophesize it
into being,
all the rest of reality
would bend to your will.

We were given dominion
over heaven and hell,
over all things unreal,

for all is an idea
we make true.

Man Made Lightning

You are a hurricane
who bears nothing but
man made lightning bolts
of manipulation and deceit
consumed in your static heart
Your breath bears nothing
but strikes of man made lightning
of chaos and strife
toward everyone you
come in contact with
Your eyes are violently charged
with bolts of intense fury
in search of your new victim
to strike with bolts of
your man made lightning

Man-Made Monster

 
Fear, bidding on your life at highest stakes,
Gives nothing in exchange, just takes and takes.

Its fake and false bravado, all man made,
Hides monstrous self in hideous masquerade.

The greedy vulture feeding off the weak,
Your fragile fits and foibles it will seek.

Will bite and hold you tight in evil scheme – 
To taunt your mind and taint your self-esteem.

Will scrutinize each free breath that you take,
And cast aspersion on each step you make.

Look crippling fear straight in its wicked eye,
Articulate - your mind won’t be run by.

Strip Fear’s masque off your destiny for once,
Embrace life as it comes and take a chance. 

Do not feed Fear’s lust and it will die
Shedding the shackles from you and I. 


January 16, 2023

Man-Made, Yet a Human Brain Was Cooked Into Stygian-Hued Glass By Spilling Lava In 79ad

A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting 

of carrot-mauve hues 
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees 

whose arms 
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts

to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon 
which this 

cantaloupe tint 
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes 
of Mother Nature;

is ready 
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold Spring night.

With the Heavens' 
cut diamonds-for the Goddess-
and immaculate 

lambency.
This soft lusty Dusk will Father
a shiny glass red 

rose, 
a radio balefire 
that will 

capitivate 
through the limbs of the esteemed 
trees, 

wink 
through this Springtime's beetling 
intimacies 

on a windy night. 
The man-made magenta 
comforts 

as it beams 
next to the "Sunrise Field", 
mowed emerald blades 

under 
another sky of day-break 
pigments-

a dawn 
placenta of bright lemon 
vanilla,

and little 
sugar- coated strawberry 
juices-

another corner 
of the clay, sea, and cloud-and ash-
colored campus- 

bewitching 
oil paintings in crystalline 
emblems...

Haiku's Temple 49

Grasses of yore:-
at my foot.

The Man Made From the Mask

THE MAN MADE FROM THE MASK

Why should the world be so cruel
to hide all our sighs and smiles?
Conspired course of common curtain of our faces
masked all the genre in this life's work of art:
dirges, epios and odes of poetry,

prose-like language and narrative,
then tragedies of daily dramas.
Time ticked tocked away in vignette,
the mask becomes as one with a soul,
gradually taking over the heart's geography map

but the soul owner - mankind,
the glaze of God's serenity,
resultant effect of Satan's defeat,
ceremoniously "maskified" in myriad subleties
as breath sombrely stolen silently

or ruthlessly rationally restrained.
Now, the modern man-made mask
is making it's own new breed out of mankind,
starting to conquer the heart
in this last episode of WW3

until it (the mask) becomes a norm, a life, a being.
God's last creation is being reformed.

VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 22nd May, 2020.

Man Made Means

if i were more
poetic i would
fly

with wings from
songs sung
but i

must buy a ticket
and sit for eight
hours

though a thought
of mine of you
of our

meeting is felt
immediately
but again

i must trust
modern methods
of thrust

then when wheels
will put me on
land

i must stand and 
while walking
towards

security
hopefully not
trip over

my own
two
feet

Man Made Plastic Hazard

From the beginning of man’s life
Like other creatures he survives
Breathing air and drinking water
Freely available aplenty in Nature
It was the business world helped by the rulers
Which stopped free supply, bottled the water 
Selling it against payment 
Refusing man Nature’s gift rudiment.  
 From the beginning of market and commerce
Man buys things and carries them in their bags
Suddenly appeared like locust the plastic carry bags
Boxes, bottles and packs flooding the earth 
Thrown into gutters after use sans worth.  
Things made of plastic thrown after use 	
Float in the air, move through the sky making all ruse 
Chocking the drains, canals, rivers 
Killing millions of fishes, other denizens of waters  
Killing unfed cattle, dogs, pigs and birds. 
All plastic packs, bottles and such things must be banned 
To save living beings from situations damned.

Those Man Made Skies

Sky dragons,
Mighty attractions,
Builders build,
Workers bleed
Diving floors,
Infinity pools
Imitating paradise?
Posh suites,
Modesty retreats 
Trying to touch the clouds,
Are you immortal kings ?

I Am Mortal Man, Made of Mere Flesh and Bone

I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes,
dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn head.
Life had beat him hard, made him pay heavy dues,
cast jagged stones into his every night's bed.
He looking back at all his dear family now gone,
his broken soul cried- God release me please.
I am mortal man, made of mere flesh and bone,
my every path hard, nothing comes with gentle ease
Yet the spirit was strong and his heart held dreams,
hope that another day would great blessings bring.
Each night's prayer he found new flowing streams,
such that morn's new light made his joy sing

As each day brought its bricks and falling stones,
Hope, his greatest shield, prevented any broken bones.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2016 

Dedicated to all my friends here that give me hope each day.
Hope that life will give future blessings and my family will
be well and safe when I am gone.

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