In a more joined up world,
this it the type of reporting drainstream media bring.'
Its distorting.
From 2020 have your eyes been opened
One world government aims are for our world to be more than broken.' They have
Solutions to solve whatevers gone wrong?
I just wish they would stop singing the same old sad song.'
Witnesses abound, like hidden treasures under
The earth —and like common vices upon the
Face of the earth, contorted with the hammer-stare
Of frozen shafts of light descending fast on a
Warmless street.
Good and bad are linked with the chain-graft
Of our wobbling times —a stinking, old robe
Turned inside-out.
The smell of stale beer creases the raised brows.
Witnesses grieve ceaselessly.
And from their hidden abodes —
Mere rubbles among fallen clumps of oiled hair —
And with eyes glazed and searching,
They see noses run alongside weeping eyes.
Travel inward, walking in tight
corridors of a rundown maze.
Suffocating within these bricks,
built by sweat and tears.
Obfuscated by the mist that,
blinds, and smells rosemary.
Turns creating uncountable corners,
leaving space for beings to breathe.
Beings that watch — and stalk.
The cracks on the walls can seduce
with outward's gaze, but there is no escape.
Any window or ledges — and the thought
of walking back to face them shivers my soul.
These walls built me too, each drop
of sweat, like metal for hardening.
Each drop of tear, like light for clarity.
Lost, but I keep moving.
Not chained, just surrounded.
I was never alone, like a kid
that leaves crumbles in the forest.
I was already in pieces, pieces of my own spirit.
They were me.
They told me:
“Pierce the pain. Look beyond.”
I did not.
I cannot will —
I can only long.
Imust not become nothing.
I remain unfinished.
Trapped within the soil
Told stories filled with turmoil
Carrying the weight of black history
But it honours their memory
By always remembering
By never forgetting
Soaked by the tears of the enslaved
Waiting, hoping, praying to be saved
The ground an unknowing witness
To them being worked to death
But in awe of their perseverance
Throughout the years
One thing that remains clear
To the soil is that just because things have progressed
Doesn't mean life for black people is perfect
Racism still exists
It went from slavery to incarceration
To it being prevalent throughout the system
Racism just evolved through each generation
We the soil see everything
And hold the key
To untold black stories
The bed will testify
of what you did on it.
The wall’s silent ears.
Foreclosed window eyes.
Onomatopoeia from door’s
Half opening mouth,
The night you switched off the light
Drew all blinds but darkness stood there
as a witness, watching you and your sins.
Alade Blessing
There were six witnesses when the police arrived
The detectives took their statements
Six ethnicities were mentioned.
How many perps?
One
Two said he had a long face; one said she had a round moon face.
Eye colors mentioned were blue, black, green, brown and amber.
One said he saw a dragon tattoo; no one else saw it.
The detectives looked at each other.
The only thing the witnesses agreed on was that the man had been assaulted.
Knocked out of his wheelchair – clobbered, slapped, kicked, slammed, clocked.
The old man had impaired eyesight so he was no help at all.
Or as much help as the others.
I
Since Martin Luther
It's rather simple
Only One Savior
Not Mother, Angel,
W. Branham or Joanna Southcott!
Sins antidote: Jesus's Blood
II
Born in 1750, Southcott
At 64 claimed pregnancy
With Messiah "Shiloh"
This "Panacea" christianity
Led to her death: delusion
Even claiming 144,000 only
Was the number to be saved
From Earth? Heresy is recycled, sadly!
But not plastic & polluting rubbish
Especially in my South Africa
NOTE: since Luther, a simple equation can help Christians, fur Jesus needs help from NO M/OTHER, angel, or false Messiahs (some 40 in Jewish Encyclopaedia):
Jesus + 0 = Salvation
Note 2: if your "Jesus" needs help from any other force, that Jesus is not God, so worship that superior force, & God is merciful (if/when we truly don't know better). Shalom shalom Blessings
I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer
II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice - may tag along ...
No hell, rapture, predestination
The big one: anti-Trinitarian
"Theocratic War Strategy," allows JWs to lie
To me and you, on works by Aaron Block, I rely!
III
But why do they choke & bother
That Christ, SENT, is only Savior & Brother
Who did die for humanity's sins
"YHWH only should be worshipped, even in hymns"
And Jesus dare not come again
Once is enough? No clouds, No rapture!
What do JWs gain? They "think" only how they're trained
NOTE: 1.Charles Taze Russell, in the 1870s, developed the Jehovah's Witnesses based on his Bible Classes given in Pittsburg, PA., USA. He was joined in 1876 by Barbour, but JWs used the King James Bible until Nathan Knorr et. al., (JWs) "translated" their New World Translation Bible.
2. Spoken Word churches, inspired by William Brennan, may also be a subject.
dimitri korchenski commander ukraine, leading the dammed some men so defamed
Crimes against children as honour to them, sewer frequenters bad tidings bad ends..
No strangers to torture, self glory.. Gory matters it's plain, plain knowledge my friends.'
Yet theres such a world of deception, in mainstream media and what it pretends.'
She was all over the county with her answers.
Where was your child born?
I do not recall.
How many times have you been married?
Blue diamonds are the prettiest.
What time do you usually get off work?
I have a fraction of that time in my dendrite file.
We look at each other wondering what is happening here.
How many children do you have?
One.
Where was your child born?
I have no idea.
Something is a bit off, but we are not sure what yet.
And you say that you saw the window peeker.
Yes.
What was he wearing?
He looked like a sheep, and he had bad teeth.
What did his clothes look like?
He was closed off in a garden apartment.
We finally decided to interview a different witness.
Did you see anything?
A suspicious coat hanger under a bridge.
Do you know anything about this crime?
What crime?
I look at my partner. It’s going to be one of those days I say.
How many credible witnesses?
Nineteen, sir.
Descriptions similar?
Not even close.
Hair color match?
Five
Five different hair colors?
Five matched.
Sergeant flips open his notebook.
black, gray, brown, blonde, red, bald, afro, not sure….
Eye color? Did the witnesses agree on that?
“Two of them did.”
The sergeant gave the young detective a mean look.
“I will speak to them myself,” he said.
They were on their parent’s laps, kindergarteners.
“Did you see the guy?” He asked the first little girl.
She nodded.
“What did he look like?”
“He was a green unicorn with a fluffy pink tail.”
OH! We are truly surrounded by a cloud of heavenly witness.
Looking over the portals of heaven down upon us. 'Cause we
All are the specially redeemed earthly saints of our Lord Jesus
Christ. It is all because we accepted His free gift of everlasting life!
OH! Aren't we surrounded by a cloud of heavenly angelic witness?
Watching over us and looking down from their lofty heavenly
Heights upon all of us children of the Most High and Holy God,
Jesus Christ. He is the author and our source of everlasting life!
OH! We are really surrounded by a cloud of heavenly saints witness.
All of their salvation prayers they made while still alive on earth, will
Be faithfully answered by their beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
That they made about all of their remaining unsaved loved ones!
OH! We are truly are being protected by a three fold force of Divine
Witness. We are protected by God, our Heavenly Father, God our
Heavenly Son and by God, our Heavenly Holy Spirit. The three in
One Blessed Trinity! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be the Lord! A-Men!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 10, 2021
There were three reliable eye witnesses to the robbery.
I was the first detective on the scene;
did not even have time to put on my overcoat.
One said the perpetrator was young, blonde, five nine, thin.
Another said he was dark-skinned, thirty-five-ish, stocky, with green eyes.
A third said he was not sure if the perp was a woman or a man.
I gave this guy a business card to my other business.
When I am not solving crime from my easy chair, I sell eyeglasses.
(This is a poem dedicated to the collective group of Jehovah's Witnesses who have been imprisoned simply for their faithful beliefs and their obedience to Jesus Christ and to Jehovah God.)
Another day behind these bars—
if we could just imagine!
How trialsome these days can be
is difficult to fathom.
Earnestly for your strength, we pray,
inspired by your endurance.
Jehovah will deliver you—
this is his dear assurance.
We pray, too, for your families,
for they are ever waiting
so urgently for your release,
which always seems belated.
Despite these facts, we also know
Jehovah you are serving.
Arriving soon are better days
by faith you are deserving.
So please continue, faithful friends;
Your names are still recorded.
Your faith and great integrity
worldwide has been reported.
There is a joyful future hope;
You brothers can afford it,
for friends enduring to the end
are soon to be rewarded!
Don't let the fire get to you;
Don't let it burn you down.
Don't let this system stumble you
and don't stay on the ground.
Don't let a sad and broken world
collapse beneath your feet.
Jehovah's path will never fail;
Your joy will be complete.
Don't let a bitter, hateful world
bring despair to your soul.
Like men of faith who won the race,
we must maintain control.
Don't let a gate, nor bar, nor wall
restrict your hopeful eyes.
Keep enduring through them all
and you will win the prize.
No remark or circumstance
can take your life, my friend—
Peaceful everlasting life
obtained at the very end.
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