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Is it truth or myth
Do these cards work
Do we dance with the devil when we temped are soul
We dare to play with satan

Dare to read these card
Superstiuos or a non believer
Can we see future for told or death and danger
The danger for told in these cards

Do you wonder
What the future holds
Are we tempting the devil
To know what will happen

Will we be fortold
Danger that will come
Or unwelcome misery we bring on are selfs?
Do we want to mess and sell are souls ,can these fortell are destiny so that we romance with the devil

If we could recreate and start again, the creation
of man,, what then?,,, so that we were God,
could we produce a better plan?

And IF we were God and this was now, would we
do better?, would we know how?
Would we call a meeting and define our plan,
to produce this good and better man?

Would we open the floor for debate, on the
best way to recreate?
We could give him freewill to play his part,
instill emotions for a feeling heart,

And we'd understand if he went astray, we'd
help him along througout his day,
He'd be our SPECIAL creation, created by
us in our perfect nation,

And at the end when he was done, we'd
take him home cause he'd be our SON,

Yes, that's what we could do, and don't
you see,,,he'd be soo much better, created
by you and me.

WOULDN'T HE?

So, it seems like stillness.
Like a void is empty?
No sound?
No movement?
Nothing concrete?

But the hum is loud.
Conspicuous in its seeming silence.
Like a thousand radios tuned off station.
Static as far as can be heard.

In between the roaring void.
Like little flickering stars of sound.
As if signalling to be seen or heard.
Amidst the insane conversation,
and words of deceit.

The hate in speech.
The violent tirade.
The little cries of 'help'.
The prayers of the innocents.
Are all heard.

The void does roar.
The void is full.
The screeching's real.
The shrilling's solid.
What hits hard,
is the roaring void.

SPIRIT

WITHIN UNSEEN

BEING LIFE ESSENCE

GIVEN BY BREATH TO US

SPIRIT

this is what i believe if you please
and i never get down on my knees
but the apostles were all in a huddle
believing Jesus walked on water while he was only standing in a huge puddle
Hey, we are all supposed to be accepting of
other points of view.
My God is the universe
(c) 2011.....free cee! (AND PLEASE, no e-mail about you just want to save my soul...you're about 63 years too late, thanks!

I got off the streets tonight
Every day is pure hardship
Sucked into a material world
Expression of being an individual
Don’t crimp my style
Or take over my life
Something you treasure
As much as my time
Away from my work
Coexist in good measure
Investing in me
A good house
A strong foundation
Discovering desire
A loving family
Means everything to me
I want to say more
A message of hope
And understanding
So what's your story?

Where does the wind come from
Where does it go
Suppertime is near a certain feeling is here

The widow is raised kitchen curtains begin to wave
Kitchen curtains were made
To introduce the Holy Spirit

Your mother worked hard all day the wash is on the line
But the kitchen curtains are dry by suppertime
There's a blessing in the wind and as you say amen

Where does the wind come from
Where does it go
I should have helped mama with the dishes long long ago

Sitting at the edge possibly dangling over by the thinnest wire a mysterious box looks temping to open it. The steam ripples out across her box sitting in caged, the heat of the moment. Flames of desire leap up into the sky her pain reached over every element of the earth.

I let my curiosity mind open the box running and racing thoughts poor over me that beckon at my will. Knowing it was wrong I opened Pandora's Box. Slowly I felt a hush of silence come over me feeling the ultimate of a desire that was trapped inside of me.

Possibilities danced in my mind for what pleasures might be there? Riches unbounded, beauty unsurpassed, joy beyond imagination. But, what if instead the dread that lurks behind the surface of my conscious mind hearing the vibrations echo the terrors of countries waiting in the depths of pure souls twilling in the night.

Moments later a fleet of leaves float off a tree landing on the ground the Earth only a chill could it be a hope that would keep me alive? Unbearable curiosity outweighs all caution in my life sometimes never holding back.
Trembling with anticipated delight or it is fear? Anger and pain alone I hurt because that's what loners do if the wire were to break if I were to fall chaos would take control because I am Pandora's box.

Once opened all of everything that was trapped deep within me it would break loose things you have been warned to stay away from would manifest in me. I wouldn't become taboo though I thinking I might be worthy to be looked at and worthy to be loved all would turn to me opening my box.

I am Pandora's box calling to you daring you, asking you to open the box just see what's inside what makes me tick putting away the anger, sadness, hunger, deep unnerving pain, beat through my barrier.

The end wrote by Kara 2008

The way of the heart is not to be denied
Like the energy from the Solar Logos
Which flows thoughout the Cosmos
You cannot ever from this hide
It will pursue you through eternity
In your ignorance you can ignore it
And in your folly you will do so
The way of being human is not easy
But eons ago you volunteered
Not to worry you are guided
You are helped in many ways
So that however perverse
This shines on you and may thwart
And forever strive to direct you away
From the negative powers
Of greed and excesses
And if at the close of this adventure
You sink in the depths of hell
This power wil be at your call
It is your choice

Who is this man beneath this hat
So old and weather beaten
Wisdom shines from his eyes
And words are softly spoken
The words are kind, encouraging
To lift and bless the hearer
Cleanse the mind and stir the heart
And set the soul rejoicing
Who is this man that quietly goes
And spreads the word of the Gospel
Brings a soul to salvation's door
Then goes back about his business
This man to whom many owe their life
Who drifts along unacknowledged
All he wants in this life to do
Is the work set by his Father