God created all before His face
Fish, cattle and birds on the Earth
Preparing a place for man
Jesus said "I go to prepare a place"
For all of the second birth
As it was promised in the original plan
The Evolution pollution
Has many creation theories
It is also a worldview
Full of contradictories, no solutions
So which of the queries
In obscurity do you choose
Evolution is a view of miscues
Relying on the all inclusive mutation
But mutations are a lack, they don't add information
So with the arbitrary excuse
Do your worse with your embolization
The impossibilities contrariness is our cessation
I lost a part of me last day. Stolen by thoughts of old. A memory in loves past-tense a bitter-sweet remembrance.
Today I gave away the rest of you. Martyred to my famed miscues, self-esteem and thoughts of few.
Tomorrow I’ll give away what’s left of us bartered lies and loves mistrust all in my broken and my shame.
Peace declaration between the Red and the Blue.
Raise our hands and our hearts to The Lord.
Act now, because 'later' will be too late.
Young and old alike must take responsibility.
Forget about who is Red or Blue, Liberal or Conservative.
Opportunity(us) knocks, and God will open the door.
Republicans nor Democrats, but only God can save us.
All the world is watching and waiting; Many are hoping.
Many miscues, missteps, and mistakes have been made.
Every prayer brings us that much closer to civility and God.
Reach out beyond yourselves and into the hearts of others.
'I' is a letter in 'AmerIca' representing you and me.
Cease from criticizing everyone disagreeing with you,
And let us pray that God will have mercy on us all.
If i take you out of the equation i have me
If you take me out of the equation you have you
But the problem is still the same
No matter how you draw it out
All the miscalculations
All those miscues
The equation of us is at a stand still
You and i all we equal is no communication
The math problem of our life has no long division
No multiplication no addition
Only subtraction
Always divided
Is there a common denominator
There was when we begin
But now it feels like an end
Where is the true solution
Where is our fraction of the whole we are so capable of
Soon we shall see how the numbers and letters will go
In the algebra of our acceptance to move forward.
Texas babies
Lost to soon
Taken away by some rage
Why the delay
Could have saved more
Could have shed less tears
Now this world knows the mistakes
The miscues
Why not take a stand to save the young
Time to fix the mental side of gun control
Take a look past the tool
See the finger that pulls the trigger
It belongs to a face
A face in the crowd that everyone saw to late
The blame is not the gun
The blame is not the outcast
The blame belongs to what is not seen
The mental anguish some one feels at that time
And decides to aim it at a babie or at an adult.
It does not matter we need to see that gun control starts with mental healing.
You can take the guns
You can hide the bullets
But the scars of humanity are always cut by the blood of the innocent.
Prays to Texas and all the families affected by this tragedy.
Trump Must Be Male Trollope
Did discover that Trump is a Trollope;
On his high horse over us will gallop;
Help does refuse;
He made miscues;
On weird flat head we should wallop.
Jim Horn
Matters little when life like a lifeless leaf in the wind trembles
Surging forth, seeking serenity, summoning common sense
In quarters cut off from conversation and creative communication mumbles
As couples lost in the mendacity miasma boast and coast in notoriety nonsense.
Matters less when fickle fantasy like a nightmare numbs
Reason imprisoned in a zone unzipped from progress
In circumstances and instances that indifference hums
As couples cooped and hooked on catastrophe create chaos and retrogress.
Matters more when sense and its essence like transformers matrimony transfigure
Sanity, supporting insanity and inanity as egos soar to the fore
In debates fed on acrimony and the prospect of an alimony figure
Lures and miscues clues that hurt the matrimony core on its floor.
Matters little when fuss like spittle fumbles and grumbles
Assuming pantagruelian proportions and portions in misnamed missions
Built on the back of vanity whose futility fumbles and crumbles
When prospects of separation and alienation fuel and fly freak, frenzy frictions.
MENTAL CHESS
Marital disputes and arguments
So Clarry try asking her to do something mentally...not verbally less arguments that way..
if i said to my ex wife Christine, change lanes she would say WHY... if i said it mentally she changed lanes almost immediately....USE THE FORCE LUKE... it works too if you mentally say miss
when playng pool, during the other guys shot he miscues the ball, sure its cheatng, though...it proves it works!!! Don Johnson
As my dad said its a smart man who can get someone to do something for him without asking...He would sit on the step and say i have to get this job done?
Mentally he would ask a visitor to do the mentioned job, and the workers flocked to volunteer...The Master never had to work,
He had many friends and Volunteers...
THE ABSOLUTE POWER OF MENTAL CHESS
telepathy works ... sceptcs may deny it...hugs ***
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I scoot as I scatter
and toss all around,
I break and I batter
so miscues abound,
I dim and I damper
demeanors so sweet,
I hurt and I hamper
those fast on their feet,
I frisk and I frazzle
each honest days' work,
I blunt and bedazzle
the judge and the clerk,
I grin as I garrot
as your failure unfolds,
I crack like a parrot
as frustration explodes.
So, have you figured me out-
the end sting of my tale?
Not bedevil, but D E V I L !
and I'm in the details!
( Ah, yes, it's me! Ha Ha Hee Hee!)
( I love to turn you red..like ME!)
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