• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Please, state clearly…what you mean, without ambiguity;
    Oh, and cautiously, keep aloof to the affront of audacity.
    Tell yourself boldly, and include other instruction besides;
    Do it broadmindedly–encompass the eye to an open size.

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    Please, state clearly…what you mean, without ambiguity;
    Oh, and cautiously, keep aloof to the affront of audacity.
    Tell yourself boldly, and include other instruction besides;
    Do it broadmindedly–encompass the eye to an open size.

    There has been considerable doubt–put with conjecture,
    That beautiful subjects are aligned when ugly is not sure.
    Ugly should trail on the tail of things fraught with beauty;
    Oh, consequently assess that beauty isn’t sure of its duty.

    Once there was a tale of beauty in a continuous thought,
    That attracts what creative hormones obviously brought.
    The idea has certain merits–of an insurmountable concern,
    With a vital potential, that a thought could rightfully earn.

    This eager thought managed to emerge from its bondage;
    And to liberate as much derangement as it could manage.
    Hormones are allegedly a mind-set in conditions of taboo;
    Woo is a wonderful–ok, but don’t allow hormones to woo.

    Now, the thought mentioned a few flashy moments ago,
    Was awfully dumb, until smarter things taught him more.
    He was a vulnerable tot…to believe whatever he was told;
    With a victimized value…to imagine that ugliness is bold.

    A brazen unscrupulous jerk, who asserts that ugly is true,
    Will settle that same issue, and demand that beauty is too.
    Creation is as ugly, as it is beautiful, when put to a choice;
    A crying taboo will unnerve the strongest sense of a noise.

    You told it once–maybe twice as nice, that beauty is wrong;
    Where did ugly come from?…by way of the heavenly throng!
    Don’t be ugly with associate friends; keep your homrones still!
    Mommy!…quiet this beautiful brat, and give me that ugly pill.
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    Life is suppose to be exactly what comes to you;
    A little of this and that, and alot you wouldn’t do.
    You take whatever comes thru a limited choice;
    Some, you would’ve refused from an evil source.

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    Life is suppose to be exactly what comes to you;
    A little of this and that, and alot you wouldn’t do.
    You take whatever comes thru a limited choice;
    Some, you would’ve refused from an evil source.

    Sailing along, just thinking life is going fairly well;
    Then, alas, a smoldering odor ascends from hell.
    Goodsense reasons how things do go off track;
    Fools experience: looking forward–going back.

    Going on ahead, while looking back makes sense,
    Cause the wisdom of experience is not pretense.
    Positively, knowledge lends you a friendly edge;
    But, alas, “all hell breaks loose” with a challenge.

    Thus far, the evil pieces of puzzling opposition,
    Have produced a reasonable stepping situation.
    Beautiful earth attempts to encourage the wife,
    To cut thru stress and crap with a smiling knife.

    Money goes hand-in-hand…to care for women,
    In a society where expectation reach their limit.
    Various conditions feed-on sources of suffering,
    Whether a lack of money, or too much spending.

    If aggravative issues…were problems so cheap,
    Humanity could pass a world-of-hell…in a peep.
    If creatures of earth lack for jealousy and greed,
    The solutions would appear with heaven to feed.

    Listen to pulsations in life, that hell can not hear;
    Learn from sad experiences, and yell-out a cheer.
    Wise-up!…and do not report for your luxury soul,
    That heaven’s creation on earth–is an evil goal.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Mister Lackey, you’re over weight.
    What did you say, Doctor Paight?
    Your weight is serious! The scale says…
    I can’t make-out a word you say!

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    Mister Lackey, you’re over weight.
    What did you say, Doctor Paight?
    Your weight is serious! The scale says…
    I can’t make out a word you say!

    You need to make a positive change.
    Sorry!…this noise dulls my brain.
    Step away from the scale…over here.
    Don’t mention eating…I can hear.

    Your eating is not my concern.
    Now!…I hear something to learn.
    Why don’t you hear scale noise?
    Doctor, it’s a personal choice.

    Selective hearing is common on scales.
    Yes, Sir! I’m a sucker for a sale.
    Eating is essential to healthy living.
    I understand what you’re saying.

    I weigh two-eighty!–good or bad?
    It’s a way lot less than you had.
    Thanks to a pretty sensitive nurse;
    She said, it’s better than worse.

    My manners are not about to budge;
    Groceries are my favorite bulge.
    Food attraction is what I assume;
    The store and I share a room.

    Mr. Lackey, you’re right about noise.
    Yes, scales notice my fatty choice.
    What you eat…will kill you someday.
    Death is final to everybody’s grave.
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    Righteousness craves a generous condition,
    In defense of a sacred reign–God’s position.
    Heaven’s holy-war…offers freedom on earth,
    To choose the right path…for a humble birth.

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    Righteousness craves a generous condition,
    In defense of a sacred reign–God’s position.
    Heaven’s holy-war…offers freedom on earth,
    To choose the right path…for a humble birth.

    The earth was placed in orbit–by His power,
    In disguising His view, for this temporal hour.
    The human heart lives with an immortal soul,
    Waging a holy-war against percepts of gold.

    Power is of the essence…in this carnal story.
    Who will reign on earth–in a provincial glory?
    Substances portray falsehoods by the score;
    Golden gods prefer darkness thru every door.

    Since a God Almighty…has true spiritual power,
    There is no being-of-mention deserves a tower.
    Man was placed “a little lower then the angels”,
    To strengthen a battalion-of-faith in a triangle.

    Faith is an invisible rank…in defense-of-glory;
    Revelations reveal strength in a spiritual story.
    God perpetuates mankind beyond an evil view,
    Establishing freedom-of-choice–in what to do.

    What evil possessed Heaven’s arch-adversary,
    To be an obstinate devil–even most contrary?
    Seeking happiness may be tricky and elusive;
    But, how does a spirit loose…in self-abusive?

    What is glory, that God will defend the state;
    To prompt Lucifer–willing to fall for the take?
    Whoever is on the Lord’s side, sees His glory;
    A personal witness declares a gifted memory.

    Since, Eternal Deity creates all things–forever,
    Holy angels defend God’s office, as much better.
    He will continue to dwell in a province-of-glory,
    Protecting His disciples from the devilish gorey.

    Glory is a condition only Heavenly Gods possess;
    Whatever acts as power, does the gentle caress.
    Spirtual Gifts are available, lowly man must seek,
    For only wisdom’s light…lights the humble meek.

    Perhaps real evidence of creation…is a real sign,
    For power indicates, that God’s glory is sublime.
    Whatever happiness is achieved in mortal man,
    More glory is a heavenly gift, where God stands.

    Whatever unfolds, boldly seek God’s kingdom;
    Unpretentiously waiting patiently, to be given.
    Sacred things are not sought by feeble power,
    For Divine Glory will ultimately rule the tower.
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    Heaven’s Estatement: “plan-of-happiness”
    All depends on the choice of righteousness.
    Any force-of-habit lacks the power to take
    A freedom seeker–through the golden gate.

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    Heaven’s Estatement: “plan-of-happiness”
    All depends on the choice of righteousness.
    Any force-of-habit lacks the power to take
    A freedom seeker–through the golden gate.

    To come nearer to God, requires freedom;
    His children-of-love may enter the kingdom.
    God’s eternal realm would cease to exist,
    If Heavenly Power…forced God to persist.

    All of creation must have their opposition;
    Of course, God advises a good disposition.
    Life is sweet…to be a righteous bound soul;
    Though, good is bitter…for a misguided fool.

    The misery laden soul…is not a pretty sight;
    But, he must be true to the opposition fight.
    All of God’s children must battle to choose
    His eternal fight–for the freedom to loose.

    When freedom came to a fork in the road,
    He discovered that “good” is an active load.
    God’s human souls have gone a stray-way,
    And found misery in the soul’s right to pay.

    Explain why Heaven’s law offers a choice?
    Aren’t children of God…still most precious?
    Oh, mortals can have no righteous freedom
    Without determinance to choose a kingdom.

    Ole Satan claims: Heaven to be inconsistent,
    While he rages uncomfortably in his condition.
    It’s difficult to be a devil–of something good!
    He’d rather do mischief, than what he should.

    The devil is entrapped with the things of evil;
    ‘Cause, his thing is–agitate souls to be devils.
    Evil…effects Father with some Heavenly pain,
    ‘Cause His children have chosen an evil stain.

    Truely, freedom is the devil’s diminishing lot,
    Because a privilege to choose is what he got.
    His opposition offers many selective wrongs,
    Which enhance the wise–unto God’s throng.

    Why look to God!–going through all this crap?
    Just remove the world; so, don’t take the rap!
    Guilty complaints…against essential freedom,
    Affirms that evil isn’t ready for God’s Kingdom.

    Old Habits are persuasive thoughts to follow;
    Satan affects their use in a miserable wallow.
    Mortal liberty…gives man the freedom to fall;
    At least, until an old trap slams him to a wall.

    Note: “Thy Kingdom come; thy will be done”
    That is, if man chooses the right kind of fun.
    At any rate, God’s power will never diminish;
    True freedom…must honor Him to the finish.

    God’s dexterity has proven a righteous power,
    For good is better!…during the selective hour.
    That old devil’s existence, Satan boldly denies,
    Who chooses to be bound to a freedom of lies.

    Each of God’s children have a choice to make:
    “Wallow in mire”, or decide for Heaven’s sake.
    They have the freedom to reach down for hell,
    Or, praise endurance–ringing God’s glory bell.
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