Author: Unknown
The stories they wrote are long gone.
Some hearts will never call to mind the rules,
while others know nothing of their existence.
Twelve, the chosen,
but few told the story of redemption;
they forfeited common lives for the sacrifice.
In the place of the devil’s seat …
some device deceptions
and think to change the principles,
as Daniel predicted.
He sits as God, the holy father,
with endowed permission
to pardon transgression
and chastise the guilty;
the son of perdition he is, her chosen.
A woman riding high on the back of a beast;
a wife, double-crossing her husband.
Solemn voices seek her guidance.
She is a mother, a mother of gods.
She makes war with the blameless,
and wore-out the people.
Her path is an illusion of peace.
A child was born of her;
he claimed himself a prophet,
making Gabriel a liar and an accomplice.
In his spirit, they destroy the people
and the rules of the book.
He took their God, and makes him demented.
He offered rewards in God’s new name saying,
“Hunt for the infidels the world over;
make war with them,
be relentless”
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Prophecy
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Author: Unknown
From the birth wanted to discover
who am I and what I am here for!
Now I am coming to fifty one
yet my question has found answer none!
Everything is changing all the time
me, you and all of the existence!
by the time i feel I know, who I am!
second later life becomes magicle pretence!
lIfe is a journey that never stop....
gives you an idea as you are the "boss'
yet keep going away from your own hands
in the end nothing remains...
turns in to sands!
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
its about journey of life, just one truth came in to my mind. At the time I wrote this I was in trans in serching the question "who" I am?
this is not about life confusion, its about spiritual realisation!
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Author: Unknown
He uphold me in the hollow of his mighty hands,
So far above the sinking sand.
Holy angels around me stand,
Ten thousand times ten thousands.
I’m preserved in the cavity of his stalwart palms;
I’m sheltered from life’s raging storm.
On life’s angry seas my soul is calm.
His strength is mine, his will perform.
He protect me in his strong, cavernous grasp,
As I watch my troubles slowly pass.
In his care I’m free at last.
His will be done, it’s mine to ask.
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Author: Unknown
With pupils fixed on the collection plate,
Sweat streaming down a wretched face,
And lethally distended neck veins,
He appealed to the sympathy of his victims,
“God wants us all to be rich!” he cried.
“Cast your bread upon the waters!” someone implored;
Maybe an accomplice, a friend or a fool.
“Amen!” shrieked a woman, lavishly dressed,
As she stutters like an old engine and crumbles to the floor.
Is it I alone who have seen this act,
The false prophet, the woman, and the fool,
All part of a ridiculous plot?
It's just another tale from the swindler’s script.
He echoes again the fib from his lips:
“God wants us all to be rich!”
Did Jesus wear Armani suits and ties,
And sandals made from crocodiles’ hide?
The crowd applauded the exaggerated stunt,
As he frolics, shivers and growls,
Like someone who’s drunk.
Remember the slogan that says: “In God we trust?”
Preserve this notion:
The poor will always be with us.
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Author: Unknown
HAIR OF RED, SLENDER AND TALL
A GIRL, YOUTH ON HER SIDE
ANGELS DANCING ROUND HER HEAD
AND JESUS IN HER HEART
ROBES OF SPOTLESS WHITE SHE WEARS
AND TRUTH UPON HER LIPS
MERCY AND GRACE AT HER SIDE
SPREADS LOVE WHERE SHE GOES
A CHILD OF GOD, SHE WALKS WITH HIM
A BLESSING TO HER FATHER
I WONDER DEEP WITHIN MY HEART
IS THIS THE WAY MY FATHER SEES ME
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Posted: Jul 2011
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In the blink of an eye
A baby is born
Fat and round and jolly
Gazing wide eyed
Wonders abound
A world so strange and new
In the blink of an eye
The baby has grown
A youth tall and slender
Wisdom shines forth
From eyes so bright
And words of learning
Burst from His lips
In the blink of an eye
The youth has grown
A man strong and sturdy
A man tempted, a man tormented
Walking straight and true
A master, a servant
Healing in His hands
In the blink of an eye
The man is hung
Nailed upon a cross
Weary, tortured
Mocked and abused
All sin upon His head
In the blink of an eye
The man is dead
Died for you and me
Took all our sins
Gave us peace
Life eternally
In the blink of an eye
He arose again
Death unable to triumph
Love in His hands
Love in His words
Resurrection life eternal
In the blink of an eye
The day will come
Before Him we shall stand
Blessed be He
Holy be He
The word eternal
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Someone once said to me that this drama called life is played out on the stage of the world in the blink of God's eye. It was from this the idea of 'In The Blink Of An Eye' was born.
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Hear me brethren, please give me an ear.
Listen to me, even what I speak here.
Please hear me, for the sake of your life.
I plea to all men, please end your strife.
Listen to me speak of a life without end.
To understand more, an ear you must lend.
I am but a man, that and no more.
A servant of God I have been since he showed me the door.
My Lord is the alpha and omega, both the beginning and end.
To him open your heart, and your wounds he will mend.
Riches he offers far beyond compare.
For, Jesus, his son has paid our fare.
Serve him with your mind, body, and soul.
Only then will you have riches untold.
Acknowledge him in all of thy ways.
Then shall you find wisdom, understanding, and add length to thy days.
Chisel his word on the tablet of thine heart.
And all of thy evil ways depart.
Long did I wander and ever was I lost.
For the time I wandered so high was the cost.
But the lord he did find me and now I know him.
And my life has been blessed, even since then.
He ended my troubles and silenced my fears.
Ever will I love and serve him for all of my years.
Righteous he is and justice he gives.
To all of who by his law lives.
Greatest of all is the Lord my god, praise him above all praise, for of all he is Lord.
He is the peace bringer he needs not the sword.
At his command the wind it does still.
As he commands I shall do his will.
At his will the earth breaks up and the waters recede.
He looks after his servants and fulfills their needs.
He commands all, and he is master of time.
It is of him that I speak my rhyme.
Everlasting life he offers to all men.
My god I put above all in my life, forever. Amen.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
just a night to post about faith.
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Through my veins the drugs course
And oh I feel so fine
Life was meant to be lived this way
Every day a high
The colours dazzling swirl around
And there's music in my ears
My body feels so light and free
The mind the cosmos roams
But what is this, my body twists
And pain so sharp and clear
The drugs I took, not good this time
My pusher's poisoned me
Oh how the pain it burns me up
My body twists and turns
And last thoughts as life flees
I'm much too young to die
And suddenly I see myself
This body lifeless spread
How come, what's going on
I know that I am dead
I've heard it said that when you die
Your soul it carries on
This was told many times to me
By ones called Jesus Freaks
But I never believed in Jesus Christ
And all His goody two shoes
I said I'm part of something big
Some great universal spirit
Jesus Christ, born man they said
God's only begotten Son
Fairy tales, clap trap
A crutch for weak willed people
One minute slowly drifting round
The next feet on firm ground planted
There before me shut so tight
Two massive gates were standing
Light reflected from these gates
Dazzling white and colours bright
All colours from the rainbow
Too much, my eyes were aching
And next to gate a creature stood
An Angel by appearance
Before it lay on desk of stone
A book, thick, wide open
Is your name in Book of Life
This Angel softly spoke
If your name I find within
These gates to Heaven open
Up and down this Angel searched
Not once, not twice, but three times
Slowly sadly shook her head
Your name is not within there
Then I saw a man, The one they called
The Son of God, this Jesus
His face wet with tears that streamed
As slowly He turned backward
Further on I saw a pit
Massive flames a shooting
This is Hell, I screamed in fright
Oh God, please have mercy
Smells so putrid rose from there
And screams of pain and anguish
Horror gripped me round so tight
As demons me start calling
Had I only listened then
When Jesus freaks were talking
Things would be so different now
In Heaven I'd be residing
And suddenly in my bed I am
Pillow wet from weeping
I'm not dead, I'm still alive
This chance I'll not be missing
Was this a dream or second chance
Or vision of things to come
I know right now what I must do
To change this destiny
On my knees I pray to God
Oh Lord please help this sinner
Take my soul, take my will
My life yours for the shaping
And as I pray it seems I hear
Rejoicing in the distance
Is this the sound Angels make
When a soul is saved for Heaven
So now I speak to all Who'll hear
Don't wait till time has passed you
Heaven's real and Jesus Christ
Waiting there to greet you
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
This poem was inspired by a show that has travelled the world for the last 45 years called 'Heavens Gates, Hell's Flames'. I saw it a few years ago and the idea of this poem was born back then. It took another year before I wrote it. Unlike in the show, my character gets a second chance. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
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My heart lay upon the floor
Demons laugh as the Devil ask for more
pulled my stregnth from the very core
stepped out the shadow without scar or sore
Repent to Redeem Evolved for sure
Lift dark with light thats true cure
shine bright, give pray, my light is pure
Alone i stay, wait to break the devils lure
pray for the sinners, kind god does adore
Raining justice i watch as it DownPours evil deeds will not be turned or IGNORED
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Posted: Jul 2011
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another day n my life
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At the break of dawn as the sun shatters the sky
Dissolving the last vestiges of night
Bringing forth a new day, a new hope
I am there
In the mid of the day when the sun beats down
Drying and baking the ground
When the heat haze covers the land
I am there
In the cool of the evening as the sun sets
And the breeze blows away the day's heat
Bringing relief to the land
I am there
In the dark of night when the sky is covered with stars
And the friendly light of the moon
Shines down to show the way
I am there
I have always been there and
I always will be there
With my arms open wide
Waiting for you to call me
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Posted: Jul 2011
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