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
Mythical gods lived on Mount Olympus,
but the one true God lives on Mount Zion.
They were erratic and capricious.
The true God is constant and unchanging.
Zeus was the chief among the other gods,
But the true God is the only God.
The gods were said to be immortal,
Yet only the true God is immortal.
Poseidon, Dionysus, Hephaestus,
Aphrodite, Apollo, Artemis
were all gods that had a beginning
But the true God has no beginning.
Among the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Perfect unity and harmony reigns,
But the mythical gods of Olympus,
were always fighting among themselves.
Mythical gods were figments of man’s mind,
The true God created man with a mind.
He is the God who created all things.
God Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Omniscient.
If within your soul, you feel a vacuum
which none of your possessions have filled
Seek out the true God who created you
and made the space that only he can fill.
780.
The True Miracle of EDSA
The true miracle of #EDSA...
Ay nung d yan pinabomba...
Eh ung mga kay #Cory nag-alsa...
Anung ginawa sa knla?...
Sa #Mendiola?...
Sa #HaciendaLuisita?...
Maaaring may iba pa!...
Sambayanang #Pilipino ay mulat na!...
Sa tlgang mga traidor sa'ting #bansa!...
Isa ka ba sa knla?...
Mahal kong mga #kababayan, gising na!...
#Labanan nio po ang tukso nila...
-02/29/2020
(LeapDay…EDSA 1 Anniversary Hang-over)
Why this fascination with wings?
Said Wilbur – Am I wrong or am
I Write, replied Orville? Continuing to
refine his draw: Some like to jog,
while I think to soar. Wilbur, less
convinced, on the cot began to
snore. Then some geese came honking
by – Wilbur, rubbing clear a sleepy eye~
at length agreeing, Write behind you, brother!
Settled with a coin-toss, Orville’s Mail-order coin.
Wilbur was first to try.
The true love goes bigger, enlarges, and gets deeper, as time goes by!
Hard not to love Dylan Thomas’s tall tales
Each gloomy day may just tip those scales
Sends you off the rails when all else fails
Dilly dally schoolboys get cat of nine tails
Go doolally rally in the valley hard as nails
Don't cuss no faff or fuss for us Taff males
Knew along with a fair few Cymru crew's hue
Shared view that no where else has in spades
Cascades of so many gloriously grey shades
Dylan boozy villain mutters hip hop hooray
Gusts bluster beneath his sails on his travails
Trooping way this colour can't be kept at bay
Muster bulbous tinted voluptuous glinted bales
Proudly ride loudly in the night on his coattails
Very fond of merry vagabond's beyond the pales
Hail the true Withnail's escapades made in Wales
Don't harangue pang for meringue gang at play
Not a gimmick pray clouds don't go away hold sway
Rollick then frolic & fossick.. a limerick for any day
Outdoor foray adore bucolic score kaleidoscopic GREY
very clear to me
idiot supports evil
I hope you are not.
does not know the past
nor knowing what was going
nor reading future
is to know
the semblance
of meaning
in a resolute
and dry desert
when you are stuck
in a rainforest
where everything
flourishes
in borrowed time.
“I was adored once
too.”
Outside
poetry,
literature,
and art,
things aren’t pretty.
But these words
stay written,
longer than
forgotten.
("First Light", 2006, original oil)
Samsara’s wheel of Life,
Wheel of ignorance and suffering
Is but an illusion,
A mirage of a vast collective
Of veiled ignorant minds,
Like a spinning projection
Of hope and fear,
Above the true wheel.
So what is this true wheel
That turns at the base of reality,
In the heart of each of us?
Let’s just say
It’s not something
That can ever be named,
Yet something actual and changeless
Just waiting to be discovered.
(3/10/26)
The true lover is patient and kind
Knows every inch of your body
As well as your mind
Together as one will you be defined.
The true lover will understand
And hold your heart
As well as your hand
You are the waves and they are the sand.
The true lover is not of this earth
Living in the celestial realm
But knowing your true worth
This love’s consummation is our second birth.
It was on one early summer morn
that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn
told a frightful story, meant to warn
her son, Pop, just recently born.
"Pop", it said, her darling boy to save,
"Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave.
In the sun and breeze, I was brave,
but you must listen up and behave.
You're a special kind of corn you see,
the 'zea mays everta' variety,
in everyday speech, 'popping corn'.
You should be proud, but I forewarn:
Special dangers lurk for folks like us
You're old enough now, we can discuss.
If, at the door, your darling greets you
for a movie date, she wants to eat you.
All corn loves to dance in the hot sun,
but be careful how you have your fun.
If you go to the beach from dawn to dusk,
please remember to wear your husk."
Instead of listening with respect and fear,
Little Pop would not lend his...ear?
So, while his mother's ghost did beseech,
the sun popped Pop all over the beach.
Elina is my idol,
She didn't even need a title,
She rides a bus shuttle,
People think it is brittle,
Her fragile heart is in Seattle,
Where her home is in the settlement,
For a more like cathedral,
Someone who is so dearly yet a rival,
But that's not how I see myself in a reveal,
For something so civil,
Just let my drink chill,
I know how it feels,
My movie is in the reel,
Cameras action rolling,
The eggs are boiling,
I am in healing,
I am picking,
Something that is sinking,
My sleep is lulling,
I make myself cuddle,
I am setting a pudding,
No one is judging,
For what I am wearing,
For the fish that I am searing,
Let myself go on styling,
I didn't know that he was staring,
I keep myself remembering,
I didn't know I was the one who keeps on forgetting,
The moment that I am thriving.
When life trips you, knocking you to the ground,
There’s plenty of envy, and bitterness to be found.
But true life, if you look, is revealed all around,
True life – a place where good desires abound.
True life is the fight, the struggle to survive,
To climb the highest peak, to feel yourself alive.
True life means pouring all your strength into striving,
Then reaching new heights, where dreams arrive!
Life should be warm, like love that's near,
Rushed, longed for, cherished, hard to steer.
It should be hurt, like scars that reappear,
With pain, with cracks, with every tear.
Sweat pours down your brow, bitter as a lake,
On the road to true life, no choice but to take.
It's not in others' hands, for goodness' sake –
True life’s only in your grasp to make.
Don't heed the small, unworthy things,
Let the noble heart soar, with joy it sings.
Change with honor, though the world may sting,
This is the true man, through everything!
Beneath the trees, a tale of a Tamil revolutionary,
As in history of tamils, the people viewed him as a legendary luminary.
'Thalaivar' the title he was given,
As his reputation was on a different level, when he was living.
Through fields of war, he engraved his name,
In a country torn by sorrow and pain.
As a sense of anger boiled in his heart,
He promised to never to be ripped apart.
Through endless killings and bloody battles,
He hunts the enemy like a tiger hunting cattle.
The roar of the tigers, the singeing flames of war,
As the tigers are ready to slice the enemy's jaw.
A dream of Tamil land to rise,
But at what cost, beneath the skies?
A price of peace, hope of salvation,
As soldiers have to sacrifice for his country's liberation?
A man of vision, of war, of pride,
Yet history judges all who stride.
A leader to some, a foe to others,
A paradox bound in the land of mothers.
As time moves on, the country's wounds and scars still abide,
His name reaches through the skies, far and wide.
Velupillai, the true Tamil warrior,
As his name rises through the ranks, of a true hero.
The true body glows to the pattern of the mind you’re in.
(9/24/24)
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