• Others 12.12.2008 No Comments

    Past-tense demands eventual organic decay;
    all things mortal are subject–anyway!
    The world is fraught with a bunch of worry;
    mostly about–not enduring the flurry.

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    Past-tense demands eventual organic decay;
    all things mortal are subject–anyway!
    The world is fraught with a bunch of worry;
    mostly about–not enduring the flurry.

    However, alotted time passes…with a blur;
    each organism sees…what must occur.
    Regardless of any clever and wise attempt,
    fools must surrender, as a noble whimp.

    Even though prejudice may sway the ages,
    social ignorance turns with the pages.
    Before life’s precise-age…is finally realized,
    invincible halfwits believe many lies.

    Every falsehood, which dimwits perpetuate,
    judgement subdues their narrow hate.
    A futile attempt advocates an improbability,
    to disblur the flurry with any possibility.

    With ages, the oldest opinion cries “woe is me”
    to inexperienced hearts that cannot see.
    Each living entity…is bound to an exact path;
    time!…eventually turns to do the math.

    The math is destine to reveal daily occurrence;
    light and dark alternate with dominance.
    This is a set path, which is divine in every way;
    dark becomes light to begin another day.

    The cemetary is filled because time ran-out;
    so, the grave offers us nothing to pout.
    Why should courage end life–with a final cry?
    past-tense explains the math…and why!
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    Man’s fluke claims obedience to be the manipulative whim;
    However, lasting comfort–to a whim, is painfully slim.
    Man selfishly demands self-conceit to be strongly appeased,
    For administrators can’t function…with chaos pleased.

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    Man’s fluke claims obedience to be the manipulative whim;
    However, lasting comfort–to a whim, is painfully slim.
    Man selfishly demands self-conceit to be strongly appeased,
    For administrators can’t function…with chaos pleased.

    Obedient intent!…reveals knaves, who offer a tricky design,
    Inorder to subdue victums, so virtue can’t save the blind.
    Humble endeavor points man to a path on his happy quest,
    Which requires brave progress, like truth seeks to bless.

    Unless bold progression invokes an awesome eternal light,
    Compliance will never enlighten the slightest night.
    Darkness permeates the swallow mind of willful concepts;
    Daring to con another fool…by a sin of self-decept.

    Man’s fluke…claims dominion, while neglect is dominant;
    Noble service can deceive the intent of a power-nut.
    Every soul attends truth, with the scrutiny of conscious;
    Line-upon-line endures forever–beyond compliance.

    Pardon the intrusion: obedience at a lesser command-level,
    Distracts important issues…inorder to shovel gravel.
    While attending some fluky distraction–far beneath a rise,
    Man’s eyes cannot believe-in seeing God…for the lies.

    When the gullible soul sleeps–in the blindness of the blind,
    His subservient darkness…renders progress for behind.
    Higher thoughts flow from the news of eternal providence,
    While this mortal compliance–is deceptive confidence.

    Place obedience side-by-side with this mortal compliance;
    And then, draw straws to choose a proper appliance.
    Obedience lifts the weak things-of-earth higher and higher;
    Pray for God’s discerning wisdom–to become a flyer.
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    If virtue is betrayed…by a devious perfection,
    Interrogate the devil for a dubious correction.
    As lies permeate the wide expanse-of-eternity,
    God’s creation must settle a craft-of-integrity.

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    If virtue is betrayed–by a devious perfection,
    Interrogate the devil for a dubious correction.
    As lies permeate the wide expanse-of-eternity,
    God’s creation must settle a craft-of-integrity.

    Such a broad creation has a request to behold,
    So that truth may blend with lying stories told.
    If the physical condition can fool God’s belief,
    All things common…alters man’s mental relief.

    A smile is not what it seems–to lift the heart!
    But rather, mature eyes testify–who you are.
    By now, you wonder whatever words can say;
    If truth becomes disguised, believe it anyway.

    Untold! is what you know and believe–for sure;
    When the sun rises, witness it plainly–as pure.
    Burn the boldness of the day…into your mind;
    So, the noble heart desires to be totally blind.

    Pure reasons for truth, could hold God at bay,
    While the devil delivers what he wants to say.
    Goodsense may listen–unto a thoughtful spell,
    While honor awakens–into the suburbs of hell.

    Light burns falsehood…rightdown to the truth,
    And expose certain things left with any worth.
    Beside truth, slithers a camouflage pile of lies;
    It is a universal contest–a drama of any size.

    Confusion tends to converse in commonsense;
    Familiar enough to drift within the past-tense.
    Heaven must maintain respect for crafty hell,
    For in that conflict, man finds a drama to tell.
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  • Others 12.12.2008 No Comments

    Which comes first: acknowledgement, or some skill?
    Is a prophetic talent something that angels call real?
    Many are called–to anything, but not without effort.
    Surprize cannot be the order!…of a heavenly import.

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    Which comes first: acknowledgement, or some skill?
    Is a prophetic talent something that angels call real?
    Many are called–to anything, but not without effort.
    Surprize cannot be the order!…of a heavenly import.

    If mankind lacks the wisdom of the heavenly factor,
    No authority may consider him…for Godly character.
    Virtues will allude every man, who remains ignorant,
    Because God’s power will not grow into complacent.

    Before our holy Savior appears on earth–a second,
    Holy courage is required to reveal a lighted beacon.
    His coming must be forerun–by some prophetic man;
    And thus, unsettle complacency by his favored hand.

    Alas, feeble man thinks he knows, while knowing not;
    Devilish complacency settles within his narrow mind.
    Therefore, he is stuck on foolish signs–to miss alot;
    He would rather treasure ignorance, as well as blind.

    Pass the buck, and thus, lose your foolish soul to luck,
    For divinity did not create mankind…to wallow amuck.
    Doing goodly service is a rude nasty taste to the devil;
    All his naughty sins degradate–to judge a lower lever.

    A righteous man–cannot be known to blind ignorance;
    Nor will divine-calls come, without seeking the beacon.
    If wretched destroys our omnipotent God’s redemption,
    He feels threatened by the whole talents–of seek ‘en’.

    The true pointage-call of man to God’s humble service,
    Is to practice the talent that finally leads to perfection.
    Since holy prophecy is the ruling spirit of Jesus Christ,
    What fool will deny the talents–of God’s satisfaction?
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