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L.liberty taken away from self... A.achived from your innerself... B.banished from self belief... E.errors that you believe... L.limitations not meant to be had... S.self destruction if you believe... We are who we say we are if we were meant
Muslims, Christians and even Jews you know your holy books aren't true, There is no god of Abraham, Man made god not god made man No taking snake, no Adam no Eve All those stories are make believe No fall from grace no Cain no Able, It is al
There was an old lady and an old man too They went to a small church and sat in the same pew They talked of their love for Christ And how their years on this earth had flew They talked of their loved ones and memories of dear friends And every
All my works comes from the blessing of our Lord Jesus . I am nothing without his grace .Bless EVERYONE in CS AND PC .Amen From Ancient Bullman
Am i joking when i tell you my life was not mine, do i sit still in a single space and time, Will i fade away from this life that was not mine, How can i say i wish i wasnt born of this sun, maybe from your point of view you should tell me too ru
à question asked by a moment, was it asked by a weakness or was it asked by an illness or maybe set free by a sound, not to rebound but to find out how to live to be free of the unusual evil plea, to live by ones thought its not your own so dont let
My normal random jibber jabber… ~ William James, Mark Twain, René Descartes ~
I LOVE SANTA BUT THIS IS THE BIRTH OF THE MYSTICAL ONE! LETS KEEP HIM IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER!
God is departed And answers no more , Forever is closed Mercy's door. And now in hell My bed I make, Because my God I did forsake. He called me oft, He called me long, But I preferred The dance and song. I scorn
Mind-blowing...
Who wrote the words of love and lie, who created man so he could die, who made this plan we do adhere, created life, instilled the fear, what vision brought such things to be, could make us blind or make us see, direct us on the path ahead, no
Does physical death mean spirtual freedom??
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too.” (Omar Khayyam – The Rubaiyat, verse 46) Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet. He was born on May 18, 1048 and died on December 4, 1131. The verse of his poem quoted was written more than nine centuries ago. The message of his poem still holds today. My poem, “The Other Side”, is in line with the quoted verse from Khayyam's poem and is not meant to disparage the religious beliefs of anyone.
Truth... 1/03/2017
It is when the door starts to slowly open within our minds eye it is then with growing fear we will have to decide will we hide within our House of cards with our belief of denile that our belief will last or will the wa
Not finished yet
Is it time to withdraw from the night, withdraw from the dark, retreat to the light, the deceit of the dark, no more shall I fear for I have come here, its the sight of the light, no more shall I fight with the memories of the dark, living in torment
Compulsion If a person is not engrossed by poetry and has not written they cannot comprehend those of us who are so smitten. Who, in compulsion, regardless of season or time of day must write in our peculiar style, to say what we must say. The
A tribute to a very special weekend. Easter. God bless everyone.
Be a good Shepard: Save the world Ninety and nine safe and free. Secure world peace. End world hunger. Disease no more to be. Can these be done By my power alone; Or, must I turn to Thee? In remembrance, do this. In love, do that. An
one reflection I had today about relationships, even happens with friends.
Author unknown. If you recognize it, let me know who Penned it!
Being blessed to wake up is a joy. As I give thought to the layout of my day, framing my moves to what I will do next, I count it as joyful. Knowing sometimes what I will face at work and sometimes before I leave home, I quietly say thank you Lord
As you walk with dreamers, may you become one too.
just seeking the lord!
holy father francis,inspired by a poem earlier as i waited for the news to rejoice
The greatest danger to freedom of speech and threat to living in a free society might very well come down to any form of intolerance, especially directed towards those who love doing what they love doing because it might be considered offensive to someone else. History is filled with examples.
Who can say with certainty god is? NOT ONE!
Truth shall make you free....... If you choose to tell it, 'Tell it like it is'..... 2008/09/09
Although silent I’m not without thoughts or words, they live in my head waiting to break free. Searching for the heroes in my own life story of passage and redemption, I reclaimed my faith and found God. Silence is not golden when suffered in defea
I am embellishing the sense of a vagabond hippie (my alter ego) taking a journey down an old logging road only experiencing what nature comes along his path and allowing this nature to nurture a weary soul and freeing some spirit to walk along with me ....
The rituals of daily life, with its cycles of opening and closing.
This is about a loss of faith and a constant struggle within...kinda dark, i know but it happens. I'm sure there are some that can relate
I'm certain that there is NO 'intentional' offense being put forth by any of us that desire to share our thoughts about God's Love (or judgment against sin) in poetic fashion. Though it's most certain that many will not agree to the messages that we present in our poems, and for that, we as Christians, are saddened. God's Love is every bit as much available to each and every one of you as it is to ANY and ALL that have freely accepted it! GOD truly is LOVE.
True Love!!
standing on the water casting your bread while the eyes of the idol head are glowing distant ships sailing into the mist you were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing freedom, just around the corner from you but
Is this a lesson learnt, will I remember this chant, if i dont will i know that i did not know, will I see this through if I do will you find me true, this way I will know if it ever began to show, Because ive changed from this day, Will I
Do you think I wrote this for you?
A Christmas view from a coffee shop window.
I was greatly inspired by the 40 words 'style' of poetry used by Joyce Hemsley and shared by Martina on the corner recently when she shared Joyce's poem 'Martina' so I gave this style a go and submit my own 40 word poem. Will others please give this challenge a chance? The only rule is the poem must contained exactly 40 words!
Inspired by my partner saying she was desperate for the arms of Morpheus
I sometimes feel very insignificant in this large, complicated, out of control world.
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