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What? Manna Again?
W-H-A-T ???
Manna Again ?
I MEAN
R-E-A-L-L-Y
How Many Ways
Can You Prepare
Manna ?
Manna Again ?
I MEAN
R-E-A-L-L-Y
How Many Ways
Can You Prepare
Manna ?
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
Exodus 164 Then the LORD said unto Moses: 'Behold, I will cause to rain bread from heaven for you; ...
31 And the house of Israel called the name Manna; and it was like coriander seed, white ; and the taste of it was like wafers made ??with honey.
35 And the children of Israel did eat the Manna forty years, ...
~A Promise of Prose~
Where, did my fingers go
Seemed they left, some time
Some, long time a-go.
Keyboard was ready
My mind knew it too
The pillow a writer sits on
Is near empty ink too.
The world went invert
Yet most not alert
The times have changed
Only little ears heard
While the tall ones deny
Put reality aside.
Most stuck with their hand
Hand in hand, with their phone
Umbilical cord
Don't f*ck with my zone.
Common sense out the window
Them windows are filled
Into society, streets,
Laden ill.
A red light is green while a crosswalk's
a joke.
Was the vax and the jab
Worth the scabs on your knees.
Seemed they left, some time
Some, long time a-go.
Keyboard was ready
My mind knew it too
The pillow a writer sits on
Is near empty ink too.
The world went invert
Yet most not alert
The times have changed
Only little ears heard
While the tall ones deny
Put reality aside.
Most stuck with their hand
Hand in hand, with their phone
Umbilical cord
Don't f*ck with my zone.
Common sense out the window
Them windows are filled
Into society, streets,
Laden ill.
A red light is green while a crosswalk's
a joke.
Was the vax and the jab
Worth the scabs on your knees.
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
What a phoqued up world and way too many just sit back and say nothing. Then point fingers.
Your God
Your god
Not a man-made creation
That implies existence
Perhaps a man-made concept
What kind of God, what kind of God?
Show me one
Who possesses fire in his right hand
And lightning in his left
Where is your eternal God
And why am I so unworthy
To speak
Or hold communion with?
Did he create me in such complexity
To solve his infinite riddles
and discern
with my power of reason
the difference between Him
and millenial history?!
Why must I believe
In that which I cannot prove
If faith is so important
Then why so many faiths?
Where were we meant to draw the line?
"I do not believe"
Is such a complex thing, itself
In the Christian God?
In the Jewish God?
In the Muslim God?
Your pick
The One Single God
As if they could be the same
Should one exist
If somehow only one
If somehow it could be proven
Just one, none more
But who could really say?
On the premise of faith
You take your pick
And somehow discredit
One, against the other
'In Yahweh, I have found faith..'
But not in Allah, I wonder why?
How do you determine your faith
To One God, against the Many God's Lie?
I marvel at your dedication
I am confounded by your complicity
I cringe at the thought
That your Universal God
Might accept your blind faith
And somehow not me
Here in my dark and painful reality
I am injured and wanting and free
To chose faith and complacence
To any God that I might
But none have presented
And even I should resent it
This 'Devil' that so well
you have known-
Yet now he doesn't chase me
Not a man-made creation
That implies existence
Perhaps a man-made concept
What kind of God, what kind of God?
Show me one
Who possesses fire in his right hand
And lightning in his left
Where is your eternal God
And why am I so unworthy
To speak
Or hold communion with?
Did he create me in such complexity
To solve his infinite riddles
and discern
with my power of reason
the difference between Him
and millenial history?!
Why must I believe
In that which I cannot prove
If faith is so important
Then why so many faiths?
Where were we meant to draw the line?
"I do not believe"
Is such a complex thing, itself
In the Christian God?
In the Jewish God?
In the Muslim God?
Your pick
The One Single God
As if they could be the same
Should one exist
If somehow only one
If somehow it could be proven
Just one, none more
But who could really say?
On the premise of faith
You take your pick
And somehow discredit
One, against the other
'In Yahweh, I have found faith..'
But not in Allah, I wonder why?
How do you determine your faith
To One God, against the Many God's Lie?
I marvel at your dedication
I am confounded by your complicity
I cringe at the thought
That your Universal God
Might accept your blind faith
And somehow not me
Here in my dark and painful reality
I am injured and wanting and free
To chose faith and complacence
To any God that I might
But none have presented
And even I should resent it
This 'Devil' that so well
you have known-
Yet now he doesn't chase me
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
I spent a good portion of my life believing what I was told to believe.Someone help me find the truth?
I will believe in the God who speaks with me.
I will not hold court with riddles and history.
If I am to believe in a God, it will be the Living God.
It will be one concerned with my existence.
It will not be an ancient sovereign who is beyond my reach.
It will be He who Cares and Touches my Soul,
Not the cold and isolated, distant Father of the sinful Church.
I AM WORTH KNOWING-
SHARE YOURSELF WITH ME.
Mama's all knowin'
Pure heart mechanical blues
there's a sax playing on the ridge
it rained all night in Kentucky
There's shoe-shine folklore
and western desert chords
struck in 4:4
I tell you this
when the dice roll
Mama's all knowin'
trumpet blowin'
good as a circus phenomenon
Pure heart mechanical blues
there's a sax playing on the ridge
it rained all night in Kentucky
there's a sax playing on the ridge
it rained all night in Kentucky
There's shoe-shine folklore
and western desert chords
struck in 4:4
I tell you this
when the dice roll
Mama's all knowin'
trumpet blowin'
good as a circus phenomenon
Pure heart mechanical blues
there's a sax playing on the ridge
it rained all night in Kentucky
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
A few lines came to me
Feeling Free
Listen to the wind as it blows
A gentle breeze soft and slow
The stars are out
taking on a magnificent glow
Waves pounding rhythmically in a row
How easy it is to become one with the sea
Slowing your life down the way it should be
Enjoying nature's free therapy
Living in the moment and
Feeling free
A gentle breeze soft and slow
The stars are out
taking on a magnificent glow
Waves pounding rhythmically in a row
How easy it is to become one with the sea
Slowing your life down the way it should be
Enjoying nature's free therapy
Living in the moment and
Feeling free
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Posted: Jun 2023
Post CommentDark
Locked in chains
No escape
Abused day in day out
No light only cruel smiles
That sends chills
Locked in this dark place
It has made us insane
Where you think of suicide
Thanks to the guards we end up
Traumatized
No escape
Abused day in day out
No light only cruel smiles
That sends chills
Locked in this dark place
It has made us insane
Where you think of suicide
Thanks to the guards we end up
Traumatized
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
How Dept. Of corrections treats its inmatesNight sculpted
In the ink-stained nebula
this the course of the abyss
light as in eternity
there are the ones
who were taken
within the sacrifice
their hearts beat serene
these roads to the stars
are an empty conveyance
I tell you this
it is a trick of the light
now servants of the void
I hear you say quietly
were they sculpted by night?
were they cast from stone?
my friend, my friend
this dusty reliance
on faith as it suits you
yet still we shall not perish
this the course of the abyss
light as in eternity
there are the ones
who were taken
within the sacrifice
their hearts beat serene
these roads to the stars
are an empty conveyance
I tell you this
it is a trick of the light
now servants of the void
I hear you say quietly
were they sculpted by night?
were they cast from stone?
my friend, my friend
this dusty reliance
on faith as it suits you
yet still we shall not perish
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
rave on, rave on, got a feeling, go with it
online today!The protector of all the maidens here
A Gentle Man, one who defends woman,
He would rush in sword drawn and fight for her always.
A seductive Man, one who would take time to learn about who she is and seduce her until she melts.
A Mystery Man, one who is always one half a step in the lead, He shows a glimps of himself and retreats behind words.
If you follow the words and piece them together, if you see under the masks. ..
There is a Man who I know is inside many a maidens bloodstream and floats inside them.
A Man so worth feeling.
(shhhh if you visit the Cafe you would be able to watch and see what I mean)
He would rush in sword drawn and fight for her always.
A seductive Man, one who would take time to learn about who she is and seduce her until she melts.
A Mystery Man, one who is always one half a step in the lead, He shows a glimps of himself and retreats behind words.
If you follow the words and piece them together, if you see under the masks. ..
There is a Man who I know is inside many a maidens bloodstream and floats inside them.
A Man so worth feeling.
(shhhh if you visit the Cafe you would be able to watch and see what I mean)
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
About someone kind of yummy:-)
A true friend
words I wish I knew.......
true friends 2......
lots of fakes big mistakes....
they take and they take bits of my soul 2......
I wish I knew what to do....
I wish I knew a few great friends that don't stab u in the back in the end....
My trust is low I don't know where to go 2 many fake shows.....
like a horse with blinders on I just look forward and walk tall and climb life's mountains to hear gods call.....
clean mind and soul is all I need and not some fake a** weed....
they grow around my garden now and I must cut them from the root and finally see life's true fruit.
true friends 2......
lots of fakes big mistakes....
they take and they take bits of my soul 2......
I wish I knew what to do....
I wish I knew a few great friends that don't stab u in the back in the end....
My trust is low I don't know where to go 2 many fake shows.....
like a horse with blinders on I just look forward and walk tall and climb life's mountains to hear gods call.....
clean mind and soul is all I need and not some fake a** weed....
they grow around my garden now and I must cut them from the root and finally see life's true fruit.
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
bad friend'sonline today!A Me Day.
Close the doors, close the curtains.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.
Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.
Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
We are so busy with work and life.We just need to be Us sometimes.
Having a Me Day.
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