Clearing the land of valuable minerals, metals to build weapons of war
Blowing up millions in bombs, land, businesses and homes
Earth depleted yields humans sick from lack of needed minerals
What will be the end?
We are swords, yet so silent,
Living on this planet.
Like birds that sing every day,
Telling us that the weather is bad.
I fear many things,
For the jungle is deeply disturbed.
Lions think they are the owners;
They rule the goats without mercy.
Hens are persecuted by lions;
They burn while waiting for the rain.
Peace is only a dream in the jungle,
And difficulties begin when we wake.
People pray for the night,
Not for the daylight that brings suffering.
They beg for help because
The elephants disappeared with their promises.
They abandoned the jungle like strangers,
No longer longing for their home.
Who will save the little birds from the lions,
Lost in the darkest part of the forest?
Only brave knights can rescue them.
Invasions I fear
How good am I with the sword?
I protect brown skin
By Phan Tan Hai
Raising the cup—lips already warm,
the tongue still tingling as we laugh and go.
Tomorrow’s winds may rage—what of it?
Hair once green now silver, we wager life and fate.
I wander through mountains, my brow touched by green peaks;
in every distant city, clouds still drift.
Under the moon I laugh and ask—tell me,
does blood tonight carry the fragrance of wine?
Tilting the cup, the wine spills down my hand;
drunk, I repay a thousand wild waves
for the childhood days they stole.
Laughing aloud, I ask—are you drunk yet?
I am drunk for a thousand lifetimes
on the shore between life and death.
Roaming through this dusty, mistaken world,
our oath-wine mixed with blood beneath the moon.
At midnight I call the mountains and rivers to rise—
the celestial steed returns, hooves ringing in moonlight.
Our tongues are instruments of power
it has a mind of it's own
just like our hearts
the words from our tongues
can make us or break us too
before the sight of the Lord Jesus Christ
even though we believe no one is listening to us
we always have one invisible witness
available in every conversation
Our tongues can be saturated
with encouraging words of love
prayer and psalms of thanksgiving
like a bright flower in a garden
which glorifies our God
but at the same time
it maybe saturated
with bitterness, profanity, backbite
slander, criticism, gossip, lies and insults
where it become less like a flower
but more like a sword
which glorifies the Devil
flowers and swords cannot
be forced to share a room together
Our tongues should be saturated
with more things like flowers
and less things like swords
Roads are all clogged ~ clogged with cars
there's too many too many by far
streets look more like a parking lot
there's no sword for this Gordian Knot
I'm leaving town want to get where I'm going
nothing's slowing me down
leaving town want to get there on time
I'm not dawdling or waiting around
like a hot cup of coffee on a stone-cold morning
or an ice-cold beer on a hot summer's day
it's a new lease on life down the line
leaving nothing behind I'm on my way
I'm taking the train to my next location
no car for me I won't be
driving to a new destination
traveling light making for the station
taking the train I'm taking the train
Years ago, a drowsing youth
sensed there was a greater truth.
His heart would rise up to wake
when he spied the lady of the lake.
He'd always dwelled in the dark
but thought, "She must be the spark"
to bring me out into the light,
and change my life to one so bright.
Enchanted by her golden hair,
he left his world. He didn't care.
Radiating the moonlight's gleam,
she embodied his waking dream.
At the shore, where lake meets land,
he offered her an ardent hand.
Instead, she gave him a sword,
and descended without a word.
Would this sword, not love that's true,
be the pride of blood that's blue -
or would it find the blood that's red,
and whose, I wonder, would it shed?
For the child, the pain was too great,
He clasped the handle, drove it straight
into his pulsing, throbbing heart,
a self-inflicted fatal dart.
This black Excalibur, withdrawn
from a body whose soul was gone,
took its color from the dead heart
of one ill-fated from the start.
The only question I can't shake -
was it the lady of the lake,
the sword, or was it the youth
himself, the murderer, in truth?
sharp Damascus sword
resting in a jeweled sheath
flexible and strong
Buffeted by Fire Darts, Matters Not
Feel the Righteous Fell Swoop Of God,
No Sword Unforged, All Souls Counted For
when All is Lost, All is Found, Alas Heavens Galore
Rollin Forth like Steel, In Zeal Esque like Coats Of Arms
In Shields, like Cavaliers, we Illumine like Stars
No Tip to Cold, Emblazoned by the Light
A Blade so Just, so to a T, So Bright
Ever - Ablaze
the Faith, it Shines like Solar Rays
Into the Nights like Knights of Ancient Days
with Courage, and Valor, and Ankhs and Sage
Upwards into the Golden Cathedral where Hosanna Dwells
through the Pillars of Jerusalem, past the Valleys of Hell
Upstanding by the Ideal, Israel Rises Above Vicissitudes
where Victory is Acquired, and the Sword turns Absolute
A breathtaking dream
A lovely illusion
As a tar baby
We cannot escape
Human nature
So long unchanged
As a tar baby
We cannot escape
Tis not in freedom that I dream
Yet in dreams is some freedom found
While we who dwell beneath the sword
Pray for the freedom of the Lord
A lone knight slowly trudges across the snow-covered land
Shooting pain raced down his left arm, for nothing went as planned
Blood poured from a large gash on his leg that had expanded
Winning yet broken, he wished for a death that had felt grand
Approaching his stronghold, choking thick black smoke filled the air
Dancing across the Barbican were wild red orange flares
Realizing they marched not to war, but into a snare
Quickening his pace for there was not a moment to spare
Arriving to find nothing but death inside the fort’s walls
Wine colored land told of the violent fight for the fall
Fighting back tears, he wore each slain’s memory as a shawl
Vowing before God he will avenge the deaths of them all
Crashing loud noise informed the knight that he was not alone
Pushing aside the pain, he moved swiftly from stone to stone
Seeing his foe, drawing his sword, he soon would stand alone
Praying, he charged for the enemy’s woven fate was sewn
It's long past time they put a dent in crime,
'How?' is the question, now here's a suggestion...
America could emulate Saudi Arabia
where the executioner who with a sword
beheads their criminals publicly in the square
and has the final say the very last word
then again there are those in the U.S.A.
who would like to end their days
as a spectacle on the world stage
yet the threat of death does not faze
meanwhile the taxpayer pays through the nose
to help those now on death row survive
with TV workouts free sex three hots and a cot
but as they've been proven guilty why are they still alive?
Death, Death, Death
It's laments to the every living bodies
For souls it's devoted...
Highs..highs to Lows..lows
The master unwavering chains loop times of the old
Unhidden unhidden unhidden
Dark lord airs it with pride.. to nobilities ,
Old, young....the good and bad
More more more ...quest...quest
It thirst for new souls it haunts...
Who challenges it's quest from the new sun?? to new moon....
By lubega kenneth
When coming face-to-face with the enemy,
Be sure to be equipped for the violent fray.
The proper armor is a necessity,
If you are to live to fight another day.
When the foe’s hot, deadly darts of fire are hurled,
None can pierce the spiritual armor worn.
The shield of faith and the sword, God’s word unfurled,
Will protect from evil’s mortal threat and scorn.
The strong armor of faith shields the believer.
It will not fail, though the battle will be fierce.
Stand firm and steadfast against the deceiver,
Be a faithful servant; God will provide rest.
Wear the belt of truth and salvation’s helmet,
The breastplate of righteousness around the waist,
And feet of zeal for the gospel add credit.
Outfits the Christian for a most sacred quest.
A blind lady holds the scales
But lends juries her sacred sword
Hoping reason will find justice
For the guiltless and evil it’s reward.
To those who feel this is zero sum
There is no balance for evil done.
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