Genuine love must be the mark
reject all that evil portrays
holding fast to all that's good
keeping true to all Jesus would say
Be zealous and not lazy, serving the Lord
in hope, be sure to rejoice evermore
patiently be faithful, endure hardship
constantly be in prayer, knocking God's door
Support continually the saints of God
be a blessing to all, the bad and the good
be a listener to those who are sad
encourage them to know they are understood
Live in harmony with all you know
be humble and meek to all in your path
live at peace with everyone you meet
never avenge any; leave them to God's wrath
For vengeance is the Lord's alone
so feed the hungry, give drink to thirsty
don't give in to evil but always do good
love Jesus to the fullest, always first
The absolute love he has for her
No words could ever convey
Its the look in his eyes
Of the purest love that portrays
this is the Beatles as we rarely saw them in the sixties
where are the throngs of fawning screaming women?
they are dressed in suits in different colors
that is new too; the Beatles always dressed like monkey cousins
wait. One does not have a suit. He is wearing blue jeans.
I marvel at this album color; it portrays nothing I recognize
and yet, I know John, George, Ringo and Paul
That is them all right
There is something fresh, new and invigorating about this cover.
A reflection of the songs within
I have to have this album!
I reach into my wallet for my four dollars.
Boxcar graffiti travels from town to town
It's the eye candy of someone handy, sown
In the sunshine or the rain
It travels on on the train
To all passersby it is known
Nothing short of a museum display
Nothing short of a Fairey
The colors dance
The colors romance
For all who have come out today
We've see your art in different ways
I heeded the message that it portrays
Not to be out done
It's etched for everyone
I've got my lawn chair out to save my place
When I hear that whistle blow
I look outside my window
There for me to see
The glamorous artistry
It's time to start the show
So when it comes into view
It is time to imbue
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Palate, paint pen or aerosol
A boxcar reserved for me and you
Then the eerie sound sight
Of a train whistle at night
Gets my mind rolling
Memories start patrolling
I'll live forever in my minds flight
Walking among living we breath life
Society's dreamers paradise to every desire
What is purpose without goals of hope
Except one be dead in themselves without light
In spirit, does soul project provision unto ego
One follows heart in search to existence
Because we think, therefore is it so
Reality to expectations reach far beyond stars
As depths of darkness holds secrets unseen
Trials and tribulations bring survival instinctive will
We strive behind woodlands and concrete high rises
Building walls to trust and realization
Material to beauty's essence love breathes
Beating every heart pulsating blood stream
Is one themselves if of world you follow
Lost being fighting next meal your thirst
Or soul you give light do you hunger quenching
Upstanding citizen, portrait watercolor drawn
Our own discontent we drive the blade
Cutting the spirit, wounds deeply gash
Is man to live if he can not live with himself
Where does unity begin in black and white picture
Except your heart where love portrays colors
And colors don't run it's lasting image
Finding yourself, knowing where to look brings change
Media-produced wars
won’t let good defeat evil
Media coverage of arrests
never lets the fuzz do their jobs
Media-coverage of politicians
portrays the decent ones as snobs
We go to great lengths to protect the First Amendment
but its implementation doesn't protect us
Coast to coast
I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from coast to coast
I portray an aura of positivity each time I flow
I leave my sorrows behind
I lock my grievances in the cupboard
I love to relate with a pure feeling everywhere I vibe
So I always move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I disallow toxic energy around my zone
I protect my circle with purity and happiness
Cos i know the essence of life never exclude peace and harmony
I tell you no lie my friends
So I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I never get trapped with hatred in life
Cos I rise to live above limited freedom
My elbow portrays the life i chose
My dignity is what it is
I never cross no man’s path
I prefer respect
I always give peace a call to exist
Yes am a man of no nonsense
I need no negative drama
So I move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Jolly jelly-belly J.B. Pritzker
Your wife’s health you took pains not to risk her
Flew her on a private plane
While with Covid you raised Cain
Hypocrisy portrays you ~ tsk, tsk, sir
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J.B. Pritzker, Governor of Illinois, flew his wife
to Miami after imposing travel restrictions on
'all Illinoisans' and closing all schools and
most businesses during the 'Covid crisis'
of Spring, 2020.
There is a man that I am aware of, who delights
In our 'old blood and guts' he says he'll fly that
Flag forever.!!! Now some may well think him nuts.'
Yet he quotes about lines of lin-iage and of an
Australian commonwealth law, of treaty called
For and ratified in Versallies 'is this all for sure?' He
Speaks of God king and country, of indissolluble
Rights.? And that we have a freedom to bear arms (indeed to fight) in our countrys protection, for our own lives..And those of familiy and friends ( now are we all kings in our country? If this is right lets get on the mend)
Is this what he is 'speaking today?' Is he right and
Sincere.? Should we lend him our ears.? Are there
Gems in the claims he portrays? Should we all raise (the duster) that is also called the 'blood and guts' that has seen us often to victory.' Is that
All it takes as such.? What if a tbousand law savvy? 'i am talking now credible folk' gave him some room, and consultation? To try his claims now.' To see.' will this all hold up? for there may well be truth in the bloke.?
I'm born to kill. My name betrays
brutality in each grim ton.
I'm all my moniker portrays.
I'm born to kill.
But can I stop what I've begun
as my great appetite obeys
a blood urge? Can it be undone?
Will once I learn to change my ways?
Will I break through to see the sun,
so, my genes won't say all my days -
I'm born to kill?
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look at the innocence
that portrays in your face
a clear definition of beauty
the beauty that you hold
Literary,
Nohing can be beyond
your beauty
Because beauty is not for everyone
But beauty is only for those
Who deserve it.
I have beauty in my sight.
and the beauty,
that I have is yours.
Your beauty in my sight.
I chose myself over her...
Was i wrong?
I wanted it to end, altogether...
Was i wrong?
There comes a sense of impending doom, sooner or later,
For the better, we turned lovers to haters...
Was i wrong?
'Was i wrong?' is what I'm stuck at,
Can't find someone to answer it all...
'Am i wrong?' is what is bugging me,
Nobody on the other side to call...
I sometimes think about the setting sun,
If I might rise again...
Admiring the strength it takes,
To rise and fall everyday...
I love the moon, the spots on it too, and the message it portrays...
It's empowering to see such imperfect perfection, admired everyday...
I love the stars, even the falling ones,
They say that everything decays...
It's all just a matter of time,
For all of us to be replaced...
No, I'm not irreplaceable,
I thought about it, gave it a day...
All i figured out was that,
We're here, on earth, for a vacay...
None of us have a purpose big enough,
not even a consolidated state...
You can choose to die like a hero,
And hope you're forgotten late...
All my windows opened wide
As I expel those negative minds
And to my door' I screamed dismiss
As I welcome joy and bliss
It came with smiles that portrays love
But am scared' as I hope it stays long enough.
Each second dies so brief it stays
among the minutes, hours, and days
of living’s murmuration spell,
in which we mortals have to dwell;
as each moment slowly decays.
Time is inconstant; it betrays;
traps you in it’s alluring maze;
then so, quite when, it’s hard to tell,
each second dies.
Time is not all that it portrays,
that of a roll of endless days.
Too soon, you’ll hearken your death knell,
tolling seconds fond farewell;
as fickle time, with you, it plays,
each second dies.
Unforgiving crash against a gentle surface
The power falls harshly on the fragile reflection
The light shines on the face of her
But she ruins the image of grace with her roughness
Or so she thinks
Others look to her for their calm
Her tears tirelessly fall
If only she could see
The gentle grace she portrays
Then would she love herself
Then would she realize her worth
All she sees is her mistakes
She sees what ruins her face
She sees the fragile reflection fail
As the crash comes rushing down
She sees a girl crying
She sees herself
She goes to the girl and offers her help
She holds her hands and absorbs her tears
She asks the girl why she cries
She quietly traces the delicate face
Full of perfection and full of grace
If only you knew
The sweet fountain cried
That I understand you
Truly and fully
Understand you
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