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I see a man
who stands among us
at that last supper
disciples were
one would betray him
one would deny him
as at supper
they took their place


Take this bread
it is my body
which will
be broken
Just for you


Take the wine
it is My blood
which will be
poured out
Just for you


See a story
of a mission
Rescue people
far and wide
life for life
exchange, was given
look to him
and you will live

the world is so hungry
thinking they can feast on everything
filling themselves to bursting
with earthly things
yet we all know they're still hungry and thirsting
wanting to know of the gift they've been given
greater than all things in heaven
and how he tore the veil
just so you could get a little closer to the father
with all your pleas
always he's answering to wax-filled ears so you don't hear
wax because your body rejecting everything toxic
yet you still smoking and drinking to to oblivion
get a taste of this and it'll allow you to live again
yet like a college student forgetting to eat
you're snacking on the very least
grabbing junk food with no real sustenance
grow up baby or you gonna stay egotistical
oh so selfish when so many others need to be led to
where you and I can truly be fed

Autumn...
Nights growing colder and love kept in a silent perspective
Full Moon and gloomy moonbeams
Perhaps the World is sorrowful, suffering several calamities
Another sleepless night to me
Candle light at my dark bedroom, my obscure shrine
Right now i am listening to bells ringing at a distant cathedral
So i think to myself: where is my temple???
Will any religion accept my sinful life???
First i need to purify my mouth... i hope so...
Who will forgive my doubtful mind and my selfish heart?
Maybe i am unforgiven in spite of being so grateful to my ancestors
My invisible and visible foes curse me every single day...
And so i offer my deep compassion to them
Yesterday night i met twisted friends who stole my balance
Who are my true friends at this decaying city?
Is there someone who will rescue me from this involuntary exile?
Is there anyone here who really has the power of making me feel good?
I don´t wanna bother the spiritual realms of light and cry for help
However i confess that i don´t want to be "all by myself" nowadays
I am tired of living daily nightmares and collect battle scars
Hopefully i am stronger than my painful sufferings and so i survive
May my loyal hidden fellows guide me back safely to my next home!!!
My future i can´t foresee but i won´t perish here where i dwell now
My secret ally will predetermine my blessed fate and destination
Someday i will forget this dismal present way of living
I will keep my faith and my enlightened path will save my soul
I hope so...
Let it be so!!!

Beaten with many stripes, body soared and pained. Non heard my plight, was mocked, was disdained. The thorns; my crown, ate into my flesh. My blood gashing down; soul, extremely distressed. I ignored their questions; i answered them not. They took my possessions; they did cast lots. Villified, but still determine; to finish my goal. Un-imaginable, my sufferings, was taking its tole! I bore sins, convictions, with two have noughts; thieves. What a great contradiction; against things i taught. Hanging from a cross, i, left to die. Soldiers, without remorse, being silent, i cried. My god my god, i call out; i thirsted. My friends scattered abroad, i, bore the curse. Forgive them my father, i pleaded, looking above. This was his answer: son, this is love!

Hands too weak to fan horsefly
that feast in open mouths.
Skin hugs closely to dry bones.
Their breaths are traces of death.
Lips are shriveled and cracked,
as the parched Gadabeji.
Tears suck soft gaze dry,
but silently they cry.

Eyes watch on plasma screen
while gulping down American dream.
Winds echo their plight – east, west, north, and south.
Tiny angels,
with innocent eyes,
stare through all our excuses and lies.
We pretend in God we trust
while we watch his angels die.

In changing seasons that old voice came,
as we play that humdrum Christian game,
pounding on ethics door by door,
saying – “Feed my angels and they will soar.”
Let them mount ten thousand skies;
give them wings that flutter when they fly.

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”

Time

Eternity Holds

Serenity Divinity Infinity

Where lives the inner life of all

Time

Faith

Invisible Comprehendable

Believing Resting Trusting

Connects with a higher power

Faith

The perception of me IS
The core of the deception of u
To really know what u are and might be
can never be proven as true

The fact that i wonder
this turns a theory into a possibility
This is a thought to ponder
To the limit of my own ability

No one has A Own a self
What is individuality
This Intropersonality
Thus my paper reality...

The gentle rippling blue waters of the golden beach
the glint of hot suns rays, the glare of the sun rippling off the waters edge
catching the eye of the soul full stranger on the waters edge
bare foot is he with his bible in hand ,he strolls washing his feet as he gently strolls along the waters edge preaching his bible as he goes bye

The glinting blue sea the coolness of the waters bathing his feet as he strolls in the sea the feeling of the hot sand and water on the souls of his feet gently massages his feet
the birds calling to one and all his glowing white grown gently falling into the waters edge

the gentle breeze the only cooling of the hot midday sun high in the sky
at peace with his solitude letting the time go bye
the stillness the peace the solitude alone he is hearing his own heart beat the only sound around at peace with his souroundings for he keeps his own company but shares his love to every one he touches

alone his he to have sollitude as he strolles in the midday sun
the hot gentle breeze the light blue skies ,cloudless, open skies
boats gently moored moving up and down at the waters edge the only other sounds around the fisherman he calls to baptise thee for he is he sun of god