Can you hear the hypnotic hum of the production line?
Education Rehabilitation factories rolling out images of humans made of plastic and wood.
Minds are erased of parental guidance.
Memory banks programmed with political correctness.
Manikin, manikin
Original thought, personal passions, is like a stick of dynamite, it will splinter their heads.
They are invading our world.
Replacing our friends and family, when they go to sleep.
Don’t allow them to erase your original thought, snuff out the polite to your burning passions.
Beware of the manikins, manikins.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo 5/4/2020
Black Satin
Clouds of fascism, blocking out the light of diversity
Sheets of rain drowning out the voices of crusaders
Socialist artists with paint brushes and black paint,
White wash over the history between God and man
Enforcers try to use fear to drive the children of truth to dwell in
The catacombs
Declaring themselves to be master of the universe,
Set their thrones above the stars of the Creator.
Poring delusions of security, and grander into the wooden heads of all those puppet who allow their strings to be pulled.
Children of Truth, don’t find refuge in hiding in the catacombs
Be courageous, Shine the light of truth, in the strength of the Holy Spirit.
For there are many who are lost in the heavy black fog, who yarn to be lead to the kingdom of light.
Just as the morning dew melts by the afternoon, just as the grass withers
The kingdoms of the masters of the Universe will evaporate, as the true King’s kingdom will touch down on the earth.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
2/11/2020
The Spark
I believe
I am a law breaker
Reprieved from a sentence to dwell in a dark , empty , bottomless internal well .
I believe
Strengthen me to make a stand, when I am bereaved by lovers of this corrupted world.
Who’s efforts are to uproot me as a unwanted weed.
I believe
Encourage me,
To climb out of the mire.
I often find my self engulfed in,
When I have wondered off the path of light,
And I have been deceived by the prince of lyres
I believe
You ignited a spiritual spark in my soul.
Inspire me to cultivate the spark ,into a
A consuming fire.
By feeding it with kindling of the Word,Spirit, servitude.
I believe
You have anointed me to be a touch bearer.
Carry the light of truth to the dark shadowy places where deception thrives.
To bring the warmth of the flames of love and hope, that will melt coldness of hate and destruction.
I believe
With out Jesus the Christ
I am unable to confront my enemies
With courage and nobility as a man.
Instead I scurry a long the floor searching for a hiding place, like a terrified mouse.
Writing by Stephen J. Vattimo
August 15,2019
My soul was sinking in the mire
The liar kept me blind
One way ticked to the Lake of Fire
The Author of Truth, Transported me from the deadliness or the desert
To a Spring fed valley over flowing with life
I once had no vision, so the grass died under my feet
Then the visionary gave me a passion to roll throughout the land
proclaiming the madjesty of the Coming kingdom,
Through the voice of Art and Poetry
I am not going to be guilty of standing around killing the grass
I am going to keep rolling on until the navigator show up to fairs me across the Jordan River to the gates of The Visionary’s Majestic Kingdom.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
October 3 2018
When you think of the savior
Does your faith waver
If you found His appearance fell short of your favorite flavor?
Would your faith waver
If He was physically round
Had a Bolding crown
Was not muscle bound?
Would you still contemplate His claims?
Consider putting your faith in His name as your savior?
Will you turn off your ears off to His voice?
Shut your eye to His guidance?
When we see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
6/26/2018
Ground is quaking
Man made walls shaken
Earthly foundation is breaking.
The enemy has planted a mind friend about me
So peace and joy will forsake me,through the personnel mind of fear and regret
I navigate the minefield prayerfully low crowing on my stomach
Probing for minds with the Word the double edge sward.
Shadowing the foot print of the Holy Spirit
He has scouted out a safe passes through the mind field
Fortitude is unquaking
Servitude unshaken
A foundation of Faith and Hope is Unbreaking
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 17,2017
I felt it was gone
The blessing moved on
The pound is all fished out
You can hitch your line with the most luring bait
but there are no fish presence to relate
The Son is present over a new place
Opportunity swims in a bigger lake
Reel in your line
it's time to relocate
I felt it was gone
The blessing moved on
It time to fish in a different place.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
May 26 20017
Beautiful formed creation
Natural and pure at it's beginning
Uncovered and awakened from sleeping under the blanket of darkness
The warmth of the sun rises over the mountains and hill tops
Caressing them to life with the gentle kiss of the wind
The wind blows across the valley through the bushes and grass
causing the motionless statue to sway to it's soft music
Warmth of the sun
Gentle rain
Gentle breeze
Awaken the maple tree from it's dark cold sleep
nurturing it to erect toward the sky in it's strength
In it's prosperity ooze the sweet maple sap that is craved.
Warm of the sun
Gentle rain
Gentle breeze
cascading through the canon
Awaken the deep fountains of life from their dark cold sleep
stimulating them to gush into living streams that the salmon swim up to spawn .
Beautiful formed creation
Natural and pure at it's beginning
Uncovered and awakened from sleeping under the blanket of darkness
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 8 2017
Diversity is found in university,
Flows from the Devine, magnified among every kind
Shape of eye, size of body, color of hide
The creativity Of Our Creator will blow your mind
Diversity is found in university,
The deceiver he is a weaver of webs of lies
He want nothing good to flourish,
His’s heart pines for everything created by the Devine to die
He poisons the mind toward diversity,
Portrays it as a strangling vine
Of Hate, violence, death
Diversity proclaims the Glory of the Divine
Diversity in color creates art
Diversity in sound creates music
Diversity in thought creates poetry
Celebrate diversity
It proclaims we are created in the image of the Divine
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Feb 27, 2017
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp barer ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Specters are crouched in the shadows of the thicket that line you path
They plot on ambushing you ,as soon as you wonder aimlessly in to the thicket
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bare ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
If you have walked in to a fog and lost your focus,
If you have walked aimlessly into the shadows the thicket
If you find your self in the clutches of the specters of the dark
Don’t be be anxious
Don’t loss hope
Humble your self and call out to your commander
He will send in his angelic army to retrieve you
To restore you back to the ranks of His army
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bear ,Who illuminates your path you should travel.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
Dec 3,2016
Faith is like a spring
it brings life to a desert
The Word is like fertile soil
it provides food for the hungry
and strength for those who are well rooted
The Son shines His light on everyone
But only those who stretch toward Him
Will grow and produce much fruit
Silent Songs : written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Jan 7, 1997
I don't desire to dwell in beautiful temples
made by your hands
I desire to dwell in every room of your heart
I don't desire the blood of sacrificed animals
or the good works of man
I desire obedience to my commands
I don't desire your empty religious practices
I desire a heart that is on fire with love for God
I don't desire to be visited only on Holy days
I desire to fellowship with you every day
This is why I laid my live down for you
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
August 15, 1996
We tell every one we know You
Do our actions show we spend much time with You ?
We tell every one we love you
When You came to our door
did we feed or clothe You ?
Have we push You out of our place
and slammed the door in Your face ?
We tell every one we want to serve You
Do we proclaim Your good news to the unsaved ?
Do we hide in shame
as a brother is persecuted for preaching in Your name ?
Do we really know you
or are we playing a foolish game ?
We tell every one we are willing to lay our lives down for you
When will we live our lives in obedience to You?
Do we really know you
or are we playing a foolish game ?
Lord
Help us to live for you
Silent Songs : written by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 12 , 1992
You were born in to sin
You were living in prison
You were waiting to face the judgment
There came a visitor to your cell
Who said,He paid your dept
to set you free from burning in Hell
You couldn't believe what you heard
until He stepped into the light
You saw a sight that caused a stir in your soul
He wore a bloody crown of thorns on His head
and nail prints in His hands and feet
He had the keys to your cell dangling from His right hand
You fell to your bed,you bowed your head
and believed in what He had said
He opened up the door to your cell and set you free
You heard Him say, " Go your way and sin no more
For you have been pardoned not paroled"
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 26, 1992
I was traveling along my life line,
when mine line intersected with a peculiar guy,
In a time and a place,that was not unfamiliar to me.
He stared at his reflection in a mirror, and chanted,
“Me,My,I.”
This was a peculiar sight,
so I couldn’t help but pry, “Are you all right ?”
He replied, “My life line has taken some sever curves and Steep dives !”
I felt compassion for this peculiar Guy’s plight , and had to pry,
“Have you considered inviting God to help you straighten out the sever curves and steep dives in your life ?”
He replied, " Yes,every time I look into a mirror."
“Me,My And I.”
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 19 ,2011
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