How can I fight life
In the end I can't go back
I'm stranger then.
The voice of one
Crying in the Glade:
We are not safe,
We are being molested
And assaulted sexually;
We are not safe here,
We have sex without consent;
Angry dogs in the society
Have taken away our
Sexual prerogatives:
Our marriage privileges
Have been profaned,
Our future is in jeopardy:
The girl child screams:
Save us, oh Lord!
Protect us from the
Hands of these angry dogs
My heart aches to see what mine eyes behold
While in my hearing, many horrors are told
Everywhere we go, true love needs a reveal
To remind the multitudes that hell is real
Children are molested on our daily news
Videos of their deaths bring great reviews
Evil lurks in the darkness of secret desire
As murder is the end of this burning fire
Immorality excused the villain for so long
Saying their past is the reason for their wrong
While murder continues on this rapid path
And the wicked respond in a meager laugh
Condemn the evil and embrace the good
Cry out for love as all of us should
Forsaking the lies of our ignorant ways
Imprisoning the criminal in our days
Evil must be punished to keep us secure
Protecting our children whose love is pure
And put the perverts in a life long cell
Knowing their end is an eternal hell
Because of perversion,
the straightest path bends
Because of perversion,
confusion befriends
Because of perversion,
all smiles a frown
Because of perversion,
up is now down
Because of perversion,
the truth is a lie
Because of perversion,
a pig seeks to fly
Because of perversion,
all evil portends
Because of perversion,
—this world will soon end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
A MODEL PERSPECTIVE OF THE PERVERSION OF LIFE
(Apropos Models on Parade)
Mocking humanity and the children of death—
Hunger and starvation—
Her frail skeletal frame of a body
Wrapped in cloths of richness of life,
Strode and glided across the flushed runway.
As she faded away like smoke of a dying fire,
Thunderous applauds echoed throughout.
Across the parched desert-like clods, bloated bellies
Wearily trek alone the barren trail that seems to lead nowhere;
Overhead, winged angels of death glide to and fro—patiently.
Dry winds echo over the exodus of the walking dead.
Strange how the rich pervert starvation and parade themselves
To a distorted mocking beauty of lush living;
While bloated bellies are fatal victims of starvation’s perversity:
Shamelessly paraded as “Breaking News!”
The Sin Of Perversion!
We often hear many talking
about "diversity."
Does anyone acknowledge...
"perversity."
What's "right or wrong," has led
to much confusion.
As our nation indulges in perversion.
Many don't know which direction
they're being led.
As they’ve rejected what
God has already said.
His divine and holy principles
are being "torn apart."
We are witnessing a "division of the heart."
Our only hope and answer
in all of this mess.
Is a way of living that is "God-blessed."
His blessings in our life is
what we need to enjoy.
His word in our way of living...
We should daily employ.
Without a Godly direction...
Our nation is "off course."
God is our only refuge and defense...
Against this "evil force."
Now's the time to return to Christ,
in heart to heart prayer!
His hands will keep us in his
tender mercy and care.
Though the whole earth crumbles...
and it's governments shaken.
Jesus remains our bedrock...
and only true foundation!
By Jim Pemberton 05/19/15
Poor in manners and stained in character
Empty is the ego, displaying this mess
Raw body language, no matter how meaty
Verifies a desperate mind in need of a refinery
Even if one can pay the bills of New York
Rejection will still be encountered from the right persons
Sexuality well expressed is beautiful
In as much as consent, time and space are respected
Only a people of same class mingle, so therefore
Never take this filth along if high up the chain is targeted.
Again. The search
will start
for the virgin truth.
Unseen. The invisible
character, unfolds
a bipolar paradox.
So far. I have come
groping in dark
for a terpsichare.
Spineless. You
fly in the wordless
blues of the veins.
The underbelly
was smooth, tied with a
criminal moon.
Satish Verma
Vested interests
Deny victims
Perverts justice
It seems like there’s almost been
a total immersion…
Of so many people engaging in perversion!
Many are “sin’s slave.” And don’t know what to do!
Be careful! It could happen to me and you!
Just turn on the television! And you will find…
People with very warped and confused minds!
All you have to do is read Romans chapter one.
And you’ll see the “moral fabric”
is being undone!
In this passage it makes it so very clear…
The wrath of God against evil is very near!
The wrath of God is revealed against unrighteousness!
He’s a God of truth! And demands holiness!
No matter how many laws may say it’s “o.k.”
We need to really read
what God’s word has to say!
God is here and he really wants to teach us…
No matter our sin… He can always reach us!
The wages of sin is death…
But God gives life everlasting!
A victorious life in Christ…
Is yours for the asking!
Why not serve the God who created
the heavens above?
And be filled with his peace,
mercy and love???
By Jim Pemberton
We often hear many talking
about "diversity."
Seldom does anyone
acknowledge... "perversity."
What's "right or wrong," has led
to much confusion.
As our nation idulges in so much perversion.
Many don't know which direction
they're being led.
As many have rejected what
God has already said.
His divine and holy principles
are being "torn apart."
We are witnessing a "division of the heart."
Our only hope and answer
in all of this mess.
Is a way of living that is "God-blessed."
His blessings in our life is
what we need to enjoy.
His word in our way of living...
We should daily employ.
Without a Godly direction...
Our nation is "off course."
God is our only refuge and defense...
Against this "evil force."
Now's the time to return to Christ
and engage in prayer!
His hands will keep you in his
tender mercy and care.
Though the whole earth crumbles...
and it's governments shaken.
Jesus remains our bedrock...
and our only solid foundation!
By Jim Pemberton
05/07/09
We often hear many talking
about "diversity."
Seldom does anyone
acknowledge... "perversity."
What's "right or wrong," has led
to much confusion.
As our nation idulges in so much perversion.
Many don't know which direction
they're being led.
As many have rejected what
God has already said.
His divine and holy principles
are being "torn apart."
We are witnessing a "division of the heart."
Our only hope and answer
in all of this mess.
Is a way of living that is "God-blessed."
His blessings in our life is
what we need to enjoy.
His word in our way of living...
We should daily employ.
Without a Godly direction...
Our nation is "off course."
God is our only refuge and defense...
Against this "evil force."
Now's the time to return to Christ
and engage in prayer!
His hands will keep you in his
tender mercy and care.
Though the whole earth crumbles...
and it's governments shaken.
Jesus remains our bedrock...
and our only solid foundation!
By Jim Pemberton
05/07/09
Perversion.? ?Hidden deep inside
it roils and coils?; ?wrestles and writhes
screams,? ?gnashes,? ?gnaws and cries;
longing to tear the wings from flies
No volition to kill-? ?not the aim.
Rather,? ?to punish,? ?is the game.
Ignore deathblow,? ?purpose to maim;
in the wake,? ?leave broken and lame.
Pain persitent, ?it seeks to bring.
Perversion.! ?Lusts only to inflict suffering;
it insinuates to you?; ?it whispers to me
"make them hurt,? ?then you'll be free".
Uncover my skin with your lips,
before the midnight sun clasps' over the sky.
My body is haunted by the hypnotic touch of your soft finger tips.
My eyes dance with fiery passion,
as i begin to reveal your flesh for what is really is.
The clock seems endless,
as sand grains rush threw the bottomless hour glass,
i fall to my knees in elegant beauty.
I feel the goosebumps wrapping themselves around you,
your skin becoming clumpy and chilled.
The addicting taste of your tongue molests me,
I become a starving animal
in dying need to satisfy my hunger.
The moans,
stained with dripping remorse.
The floor,
covered with our bodies,
we are merged into one.
Your body's' blissful curves reminding me of the violet hills,
i run threw them.
I see your honesty breaking the dawn that is a rising,
and murdering the darkness that tried to corrupt the angel's singing.
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