What was the price I paid for life?
None; it was given me.
The cost of spite and strife
Was great, but I in turn learned humility.
With age came wisdom and dignity,
The scepter of compassion,
The scales of honesty,
Where we need
Consider the frailty
Of those tender hearts
Fallen before me,
For there is always a price to pay
For living as what we say,
Be it by fault
Or be it by may.
“Man’s word is god in man”,
I once read an old King say.
Cat was a designer; her creations were fine.
She’s one of mine, bragged her daddy, one of mine, one of mine.
Her mother would not admit it, he was a dog, her dad.
He had left kitty litters all over this valley, he was a cad.
I am designing snowmen today, Cat told her mother.
These rich people are paying me more than my brother.
Her brother was an accountant, so this was a big deal.
She refused to share the money with her Daddy, the heel.
mother time has paid her fare
the memory of youth, behind and gone
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
the mirror reflects old eyes that stare
recollections of a dawn to a twilight curtain drawn
mother time has paid her fare
from the darkness i stared into the glare
and sowed a seed upon the road to Babylon
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
pages of future destiny scare and tear
but i grieve not for the past long gone
mother time has paid her fare
character arose out of a soul laying bare
truth in the saying-its always the darkest before the dawn
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
trod upon a path without any fanfare
from sunrise to sunset i kept on
mother time has paid her fare
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
RIOTERS GET CASH
FOR JANUARY 6, BASH
TRUMP BEING SO BRASH
I play what those-in-the-know
want you to hear
On my drum-and-fife
I tap out the stars-and-stripes
I’m the paid piper
Yes, I’m the paid piper
Rose colored glasses?
No, crimson-colored glasses
To see the lashes
The lashes received
On the broken body of
Agape’s only Son
That endured wrath
On the mass’s behalf, we
We need, He bleeds us
Help us aspire
Look higher than the spire
From the gathering
Paschal Agnus Dei
Righteousness imputed to
All crimson value
We flagrantly sin
A flagrum on Him was used
Your repentance due
From crimson-lensed frames
We can look through to the stains
Washed whiter than snow
The alarm clock sounds off to the tune of Neil Young’s, There’s a World.
A place that is non-existent in today’s life of a constant upwhirl.
Our dreams and aspirations are put to the side.
To get ready for the day of demands and haste for pride.
We enter our vehicles to begin a long drive, tiredness and red eyed.
To a place called work.
That requires you to do the tasks for that special perk.
No time to think.
No time to blink.
Your life is full of deadlines, distractions, until the pen runs dry, out of ink.
For hours on end, is this constant repetitive action.
You’re told what to say.
You’re told what to do.
Colleagues are fighting over who is using the offices favorite glue.
We are all in this mess together.
Bound like pieces of sewn up stitches of leather.
All for the reward.
A paycheck to continue to do it over and over again.
Feeling like a dartboard.
Designed, controlled in the trap.
It is the life of a well paid collapse.
to be of use
without abuse
there’s no excuse
a bit obtuse?
well-cooked my goose?
slide on the noose?
that I refuse!
slip on my shoes
spread the news
do not confuse
it’s not a ruse
but what I choose
I’ve paid my dues
The thing about killing Angels
you have to remember is always go for the kill shot
Most of them can easily take a grenade to the face
Those arch ones usually stay put and watch
Basically on tap with God
Seldomly they will make an appearance
Demons are tricky
Disguise themself basically animal vegetable mineral
One time my electric razor tried to bite a clump from my cheek, huh still makes me smile
He turned towards the boy
His crumple of a face
grimacing
The book boy learn it well
He turned hunched over
Bent and snatched the head from
the prone child at his feet
The sack boy open it
Without the head
We won’t be fed….
The boy pulling a single golden strand from his pocket
the strand warping reality around it
air forming the sack
Please
Just once
Not a three point shot…
Another 3 seconds he chide only infinity to go
At this rate we will be working long after the end
Jesus Paid Or You Will
Miracle Man
3/16/2025
We spend many hours on things that please us,
spending little time upon our knees with Jesus.
Who went to the cross,
as payment for dross,
When born again, from past sin He frees us.
As the world rises and falls
You were the hound
now you're the quarry
Ending games
always changes the colour of your eyes
Now you carry the World on your shoulders
Once you were free
but the onus is rebound
You've paid for your opinions
quelle surprise
Blood, sweat and tears
Through Christ Jesus, we can conquer our fears
Through His death, we can discover a new breath of life
His life was put under the knife
This was to give us new life
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Death could not hold him
A new family was born and grows forevermore
He is the cure to our deceitful heart
He did His Part and
He will be praised Forevermore
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Paid in fulfil to bring us back to him
The white dove is always covered in blood
The olive branch is laced in thallium
The broken gun is used as a dagger
And the paper crane is burning in the fire
The sins of the master washed by the blood of the servant
And the martyr’s leave orphans with the monsters
The children who die are a fuel to the fire
If you want peace you bow to the power
If we didn’t want peace so much
We could then love each other
Money can pay dogs to bark
In the beginning, God's love did shine
Creating the world, and all that is mine
But sin entered in, and darkness did reign
Separating us from God, and causing such pain
But God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son
To save us from sin, and bring us back to Him
Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God, came to earth
To live, to love, and to give us new birth
He died on the cross, to pay the price for our sin
And rose again, to conquer death and win
He gave us His Spirit, to guide and to empower
To live a life of love, and to fulfill His hour
As Christians, we follow Him, and walk in His way
With faith, hope, and love, we live each passing day
We share His message, and spread His love far and wide
To bring others to Him, and to be His light in the world's dark side
May our lives be a reflection of His glory and grace
As we live out our faith, and run the race with pace.
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