In the Kingdom, it's substraction
It's like many are called but few are chosen
It's like in the time of Gideon going to war
God stop them said to him you're too many
In the spiritual battle, numbers don't matter
It's the quality that matters
It's the faithfulness that matters
Those love stomach that is their God
Not worthy to win battles
They are cause for defeat
Carnality cannot trust victory
Spiritual people sees the then and now
In these last days, women rise to power
They have been used as an insult to the enemy
Through Eve, sin enters the world
Through Eve's, they rebound and wins sin
Conquering the world and defeating the enemies
The lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes and
The pride of life weaponizing the flesh
Saving the soul from perdition to salvation.
Since the earliest Olympic games, history
Has provided the players in dramatic scenes.
Where the acts would command the physical,
As they performed to the kings and queens.
Their display of strength and speed,
Gives rise to power that would adore.
While leaping and throwing to the heavens,
As if they no longer touched the floor.
The early games bred many great warriors,
Whereas today they create better diplomats.
Even though they may not be the best role models,
They're often effective in dealing with aristocrats.
More time
More time
All things take time
Then the time we have
The time we need
Feed off our time to breath
The greed of time
The time off greed
All things take time
So everyone wants more
The young, the old
The rich and the poor
What do you do with your time?
The time you don't need to pay for
The time that is free?
Do you skydive or ski?
Pray or read?
What to do with the time left for me?
30 mins to an hour
Is that enough time to rise to power?
Build a garden full of flowers
I use my time to look at the sky
I ask why
Why do we need more time?
I adore
By Juno Byron
Dedicated to my friends.
I adore the shore fo'rmore
The pure clear water u hear
That flows foes hearts aparts
'nd the single own known home
That heaven has given
Bright light flowers shout out
That bees busy build hives
All tall trees praise days
When love above all I maketh
Fear, dear keep aside
No wave to save the lost
At pleasure to enjoy treasures
All shall be mine
I shall rise to power
Climb to the tower
And bow down to God
Ask Him to bless the humbless in this nature
I adore the shore fo'rmore
watch the images dance.
$19.95 for do it all designer genes.
Engineer for a healthier life
don’t forget it’s a great meat tenderizer
as well as a thermal nuclear warhead.
Surf the digital channels
transcend the matrix in nanoseconds
get caught in the web of world wide damnation
the information age
the information rage
were knowledge is power
power is for the insane
greed for the masses;
Fury for the masses
Mine junk, candy for the brain,
sink into the lives of the media s dirty drain.
Fury for the masses!
See justice become a freak show
in the minds of the meek
at the global media circus,
see an orange demagogue rise to power, fame!
See the murderer walk
or the execution of victims.
See an not-so-innocent dark man
Inflame a nation to change.
Rage the Masses.
See a serial killer talk
about the abuse of his toy train.
Driven him insane, deranged!
Made millions on the rights
or
see violence for violence
see the guns explode
see the The Drugs flow
see the decay of the world
in all its technicolor gore.
Fury for the Masses…
You see them, yet you do not,
Their power lies in their plot,
Deceivers hidden in plain view,
To undermine and cheat you.
Their stunning rise to power,
Owed to their "trap and devour".
Amazing unfaithfulness,
To the Lord of righteousness!
With bows of dishonesty,
They devise a strategy.
With arrows of lying tongue,
The deceivers' trap is sprung.
Training themselves to tell lies,
Disguising themselves as allies,
Designing their trap to surprise,
Their victims suffer demise.
"Fires of affliction await!
They cannot resist My bait!
They are always telling lies!
So, My deadly arrow flies!
They don't listen to My voice.
I'm left with only one choice.
Being unable to repent,
I spring My trap of judgment!
I am hidden in plain sight.
I see in both dark and light.
You think you can deceive Me?
The Ambush Archer is Me!"
I took a sip of water that looked like you,
I have made this so of sorceries new.
I christened words betwixt words behind,
Beyond et cetera, though within mind;
I shut my eyes and robbed today from tomorrow,
I plucked my heart from its timeless sorrow.
Then held the sky atop a fingertip bleeding,
And planted in the wound a heavenly seedling.
Wicked mountain side
Screamed freedom echo
Echo to the heavens above
Scent of nature glade my soul
My soul wondered
Wondered the jungle
Connected with the tiger
Tiger lick my spirit
Strength restored to conquer
Monkey dive on my back
Shook and dodge obstacles
Elephant lift me up
rise to power
Memory expanded
Graffiti even to survival
Courage to touch the sky
Lion roar sounded off
Kundalini Activate
Panther creep passionately
Spidey senses got my radar up
Python wrap around tree of life
Observe my comos with wisdom
In the jungle alone
~~~~~R E D S Q U A R E N E B U L A~~~~~
***Hitler rise to power, 1933
A box of challenges, a sense of direction, world order, reduced.
Date: 08/30/2019
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Karl Marx thought that religion
Was the opiate of the masses,
Which is true as far as it goes.
In his times and in the circumstances,
He could not have thought better or worse—
Not, for instance, of the boomerang, that is,
The dialectic of Base and Superstructure,
Which could engender a hybrid like hegemony,
Which, in turn, enables ruling by consensus;
Not to speak of adjunct opiates
Like Freudian drives, drink,
Vulgar materialism and what not,
Which, in the past, have driven
Empires to break and kingdoms to crack
And, of late, in many ‘Democracies’ and ‘Republics’
Caused women, men, and parties to rise to power,
Caused (Swiss) Bank balances and vote banks to overflow!
— Ram, R. V.
Silent words and invisible smiles now,
Rule the tiny world under your dark cowl,
Teach its people to fear you, it's success!
Drain all the pus from this horrid abscess!
The heart is a weak fool, pay it no mind,
It cannot rescue you while in a bind,
Obey, listen and don't incite any waves,
You'll only rise to power when you're slaves.
Accept things as they are and move on, boys
Blind your eyes and be drunk on my bright toys
Be loyal in exchange for pasty pearls,
Who are you to change this nightmarish world?
This is the only way to build a nation,
You cannot win against my tradition.
Entering into the future therefore entering into the unknown . At the heart of this unknown lay a mist so denies the mind wonders , echoes run wild has you are left in dismay . In my bewildered state my mind drifts into fear , doubt which in turn makes me back track from the mist toward the known . Midway in the midst of this mist I hear a serene voice . With this voice I am serene , and with no more fear I return on my path deeper in the mist . My path is darker than before has the fog grew thicker with depths to great to fathom . But I am still serene , in the depths of my serenity revelation is born . Revelation that illuminates that brings light to this fog which lifts the veil from my eyes . Insight is given to me to see the truth which blocks my sight so I may see . I gain knowledge after a time . Knowledge which gives rise to power . My power laid the foundation for dominion . Dominion makes me master of my surrounding . That which was unknown and in a mist , but now is plain to see . For god illuminates our way .
The Elected
Sharks leave the water to campaign on land
Drink Champagne at political parties
Draw blood; circle around, troll for enemies
Take contributions with a wink
Tease young girls, kiss babies, follow rules
To the point of razor sharp teeth
Follow schools of fish
Delicious to eat
Sharks don’t just swim. They float
Rainy days don’t help the votes
Bait dangles on hooks
Sharks steal it when no one looks
Change to gentlemen in a gesture
Genuflect when given gifts
Run, (though they have no feet) at the smell of money
Chummed up by buddies in muddied waters
Pray for a cause to chew the fat
Call Jaws if all else fails
Sharks fly when not swimming to victory
The media counts on them to lie
They lie in wait to strike
At the elected hour
When they rise to power
Sharks love the taste of cowards
MAKE THEM DAYS OF FEASTING AND GLADNESS - Book of Esther 9:22
Today we celebrate,
History comes alive.
Purim arrives this month,
All people shall thrive.
Feasting and gladness,
The order of the day.
History shouts the story,
We live to laugh and pray.
We are tired of kings and leaders,
Who promise all the world.
But become tyrants,
When the banner is unfurled.
The walled city has come down,
The trumpet sound was heard.
God led Joshua,
He followed God's Holy Word.
Why is it throughout the years,
Evil men rise to power.
"Destroy this race", they say,
It will be our finest hour.
Esther faced the king,
Revealed his horrid plan.
The monarch suffered humility,
From Pur the humble man.
We remember Adolf Hitler,
Joseph Stalin and such.
The same godless deeds,
Soon they were out of touch.
Celebrate the season,
Give gifts and love your friends.
These are God's Chosen People,
We support them to the end.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Power and Control was my destiny, I rose from the bottom.
Hoping to become more powerful than you could ever imagine.
But you were my only hope of stopping my madness and hatred.
My passion and love for you was my downfall, it was all for you.
Now I clinch the remains of you, what have I done?
Am I a disgrace, or a foul, for falling so low to you?
I love you, but it seems, the same cannot be said for you.
I killed to be with you, and let this blood be shed.
A reminder that my rise to power, came with its loss.
Let this loss be the the Dagger that I hold.
A dagger of love, which these hands still clinch.
A dagger which shall be the death of me, as it was to you.
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