History debunks entire mystery of satires
Deniers just liars building gilding empires
Tech Messiahs no dire high flier pariahs
From evangelical spires inspire the fires
Never tires of vicious avaricious desires
With hateful hobbies from lobbies it hires
Town criers as we drown in quagmires
Gerontocracy which never ever retires
Every protest pest laid to rest on pyres
Books are Messiahs, they save
If with undaunted purpose, they enslave
To such extent that you wonder
If you were truly the man that do plunder
Whatever you read and seek
Let it groups an effective clique
Listen to your inner voice so prolific
To standing upright with the magic
To the peace of desire,
Sometimes you give in to acquire.
It is easy when interesting themes lure
As new spring of discovery inure
To get out the best anew
Look inwardly beyond the writer's view
The lure of lucrative jobs
In foreign lands
Excites desperate souls
As they see a better future
Than in their homeland
Recruitment agencies
Operate from shady joints
Promising dream jobs
With perquisites to match
For these gullible customers
Human traffickers
Pose as messiahs
Enticing innocent candidates
From rural areas
With tempting proposals
Once on board,
They exploit the poor souls
By confiscating
Their travel documents
And short-selling their skills
They are not petty criminals
It is a well-oiled machinery
That perpetrates
And perpetuates
Such atrocities on migrant labour
Many agencies chip in
To run this recruitment mafia,
Negligent government agencies
And casual outlook of courts
Add to their woes
The hapless victims
Pay a heavy price
And get sucked into the vortex
Of a vicious circle
They did not bargain for
Jesus Christ preached tolerance.
Mohammed did the same.
Yet modern day messiahs,
Have brought upon them shame.
The Hindu faith is peaceful,
Jainism and Buddhism too.
But religious fanatics
Spread hatred through and through.
Every war is ruinous,
Many human lives are lost.
Conflicts benefit no one.
They come at tremendous cost.
Let us break the shackles,
Of extremist discourse.
Let's spread peace and harmony.
Let's be a positive force.
Jesus Christ preached tolerance.
Mohammed did the same.
Yet modern day messiahs,
Have brought upon them shame.
The Hindu faith is peaceful,
Jainism and Buddhism too.
But religious fanatics
Spread hatred through and through.
Religion is a binding force,
Meant to guide the human race,
On the path to righteousness,
To achieve the Gods’ grace.
Misguided by avarice,
Nations are driven to war.
Artificial boundaries
Created; humanity tarred.
Every war is ruinous,
Many human lives are lost.
Conflicts benefit no one.
They come at tremendous cost.
Let us all break the shackles,
Of extremist discourse.
Let's spread peace and harmony.
Let's be a positive force.
For too long has Mother Earth,
Borne the disasters of wars.
It is time that mankind joins,
And travels together afar.
Let us forget jingoism;
Join the brotherhood of Man.
Eliminate all conflicts.
Together, we surely can.
Israel shat on itself.
It's fine that Israel exists only for war crimes indulgence?
Once that piece of target resists my push towards it I'm already whipping it off my foot
Raising a Georgia 5th on it
Piece of garbage civilization done nothing but stimulate rhetoric attached to premonition Messiahs out of line
Fall in soldier
You get hurt out there without a battalion?
Good on ya then.
See what I gots to say?
You haven't finished your own minds questioning itself?
I type
Poor folks is prisoners of stupid
Clouds of smoke billowed over ruined buildings
That once were homes safe and welcoming.
Schools where children were learning,
Hidden now from view by dust clouds billowing.
Out of the dust men came with guns began to fire,
Indiscriminate in who they killed mothers, fathers.
Such a wailing of grief rose to the sky above,
Whence no one cared or heard no love.
Who has the right to murder the seed of a nation,
And showing no conscience or even a tear,
Spreading death and abject fear,
There are no messiahs riding to rescue,
Andrew .p. mcintyre.
Self proclaimed prophets, living in Opulence.
Self proclaimed Disciples, living in Opulence.
How many biblical prophets lived in opulence?
Is this the Gainsaying of Korrah?
Or am I just a bit frustrated with deception and hypocrisy?
Self Proclaimed Messiahs, turning their backs on destitute women!
“IF I have this world’s good and see my brother in need and do nothing to help him?
How can the loved of God be in my heart?”
STRANGE DAYS?
Law and Order Prophets with Two Felony Offenses?
Are we a Banana Republic?
Do our bananas have seeds?
Please?!!!!
Heaven could be like an infinite holiday
Without grief and the burden of war.
Without physical or emotional pain.
A family reunion every day.
Bathed in the purest light.
Manna nibbled from crystal plates.
Heaven could be like a tide pool.
A place where cracked limbs grow back.
Where hearts are gently put back into place.
Where children play on trampoline dreams.
Where everything is glazed in the spirit-Godspeed.
Heaven could be where secrets of being are revealed.
Where peace is accepted naturally.
Where sin is gleaned, rendering the soul pristine.
Heaven could be trimmed in cherub knickknacks.
Made from the messiahs' precious hands.
Heaven could be a place where you finally meet,
Leonardo -Vincent- Mother Theresa or Martin Luther King.
Heaven could be just a melting film reel, in an L.S.D dream.
Man-woven from the matter of everything and nothing.
Here there was morning now
Then there was midnight madness
Murderous monsters massacaring
Many made Malcolm
And Martin martyrs mystifying
Masses methodically most memorable
Measured morning mundane minds
Made miniature mostly mute aaand
Time and time and time again again
Again and then and then Maitreya to
Socrates? Mocking mountains
Disappeared then there those
Majestic Messiahs mistaken for
Strangers again again again again
And then and then now when....
Daylight!! Catch a fright! Bloom!
GOOD AFTERNOON!!
quiet.
Culture is not what was written
ten thousand years ago,
nor is it a godly dictate from
the 7th Century AD,
It is not what Buddha spoke
from under the Bodhi tree,
nor the harsh enforcements
of religious tribes.
Culture is all of us as it is today,
and as it might be tomorrow
and there after,
the live force of humanity
that flows like an ever ebbing river,
powered by the thoughts of
the present, that gathers strength and roars
and cuts its way through new terrains
of ever changing reality.
It dismantles the dead skeletons
of the past, dismembers meaningless
untruths, that were created for greed
and self gains.It lays open the absolute
reality of what should be!
Feel the presence of God in the present,
in this new reality that is,
with every breath through the nostrils,
with passions of your heart,
untainted by lies passed on through bigotry,
untarnished by bellowing of self proclaimed messiahs,
Culture is you, me and all of us,
as we are at the present moment,
flowing to yet unchartered realms
of yet unknown truths!
Let’s surge forward with the voice of conscience,
in this roar lies the absolute truth!
This is our culture!
I
Since Martin Luther
It's rather simple
Only One Savior
Not Mother, Angel,
W. Branham or Joanna Southcott!
Sins antidote: Jesus's Blood
II
Born in 1750, Southcott
At 64 claimed pregnancy
With Messiah "Shiloh"
This "Panacea" christianity
Led to her death: delusion
Even claiming 144,000 only
Was the number to be saved
From Earth? Heresy is recycled, sadly!
But not plastic & polluting rubbish
Especially in my South Africa
NOTE: since Luther, a simple equation can help Christians, fur Jesus needs help from NO M/OTHER, angel, or false Messiahs (some 40 in Jewish Encyclopaedia):
Jesus + 0 = Salvation
Note 2: if your "Jesus" needs help from any other force, that Jesus is not God, so worship that superior force, & God is merciful (if/when we truly don't know better). Shalom shalom Blessings
Back then before upheavals upheaved,
people were gracious
but lacked a common sorrow -
it made them a little dull.
Occasionally a local danger
would excite but rejoicing
and grieving never became universal.
Then came the Messengers,
the Messiahs. Devils
followed them like hyenas
to steal their words.
No wonder some wrote poetry
in notepads they carried around
like alien history books.
What with all the heavy heaving
and the collective maddening
we all need a personal testament;
something to believe in. Right?
The stars both numb and inspire,
awe either enraptures or terrifies.
The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum
to be defined by pundits in bow ties
and star-crazed, white coated messiahs.
Tilt your head back on a cloudless night
feel the cold mathematical anesthesia
of the infinitesimal, not anything fathomable,
not even a reckoning in an unsolvable puzzle;
a nonplus that breeds only more numbers
until like a train calculations runs out of rails
to travel upon.
Each mental abacus
must be pre-set for incomprehension
and that beyond the tyranny of numbers
we can, in the end, count only ourselves in
and that is by no-means certain.
I
As a person trained in Bible and soft sciences, it is necessary - at the risk of disagreeing agreeably - to proclaim Jesus of Nazareth was a real person if one accepts the Bible. Sadly, since Jesus was crucified about 33 AD or C.E., at least 40 messiahs or CHRISTS were accepted by Jewish groups. One Moses of Cyprus led "believers" to drown. More are familiar with Bar Kokbah's false Messianic game. Without the Old Testament & New (both) to guide us, we pretend we ARE the AUTHORITY on Jesus of Nazareth. Christ is a title, "the Anointed One." Hindus like Yogananda taught Christ Consciousness without Scripture. Many false Yoganandas are around today. Watch, pray, READ the Bible yourself. Please (not easy). Or fall for ear-tickling fancies sooner or later. Without the Bible, I am no Jesus disciple.
II
He is always near
And to some, most dear
Angels declare:
Do not fear
He will be here
But first clear
The ego, your air
Jesus is no fortune clair*
NOTE: * poetic license for clairvoyant.
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