• 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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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Crowded streets sound with the hunger call;
    Children of God are struggling against a wall.
    A desparate life: “leave the children alone!”
    Severely aching souls crave to return home.

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    Crowded streets sound with the hunger call;
    Children of God are struggling against a wall.
    A desparate life: “leave the children alone!”
    Severely aching souls crave to return home.

    Some beggar…chances to scrounge for food,
    Like an isolated stranger–with nothing to do.
    Gather a society of citizens, just as he needs,
    To encourage an improvement, after he feeds.

    Total darkness places Heaven out-of-sight;
    Blind children do not realize the law-of-light.
    Holy Order…rules a pattern of eternal worth;
    Man’s system meets many needs–from birth.

    Single persons lack community organization;
    He is minus the rational system for direction.
    He floats through life without some business;
    Except for the misery he finds–in loneliness.

    Do not leave the children forever–to be lost;
    Rally them to a community…with some cause.
    No one can exist under the sun, without sleep;
    He needs a resting place, with victuals to eat.

    The individual cannot constitute a community,
    Inwhich, a system provides everyone security.
    An establishment requires firm citizenship order;
    So needs may be met–by a systematic barter.

    Just as earth measures business with a boast,
    God has a plan…to find children who are lost.
    Imagine God…with no direction for His search;
    Or, a chaotic business…in His principal church.

    To maintain a world, there is business galore;
    It will all vanish, so that, it functions no more.
    Resurrect the dead, then order must continue;
    God’s children will realize: the old world is new.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Cancer aggressively overran his natural body;
    The damage proved to be diagnotically haughty.
    Various test…revealed evident causes of cancer;
    So, hormonal inactivity, was the obvious answer.

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    Cancer aggressively overran his natural body;
    The damage proved to be diagnostically haughty.
    Various test…revealed evident causes of cancer;
    So, hormonal inactivity, was the obvious answer.

    Uric acid accumulated to burn with testosterine,
    And flowing abrasively in primary ducts of urine.
    Weaning activity, thus, sustained his aged rate;
    Until finally, sex hormones subdued his prostate.

    His urologist assulted the cancer cells–with rays!
    Supposing further damage…to lengthen his days.
    Each atomic treatment executed a closing battle,
    And before long, scathed the bladder like a tattle.

    At the ripe old-age of 72, damage led recovery,
    And weakened every hope of medical discovery.
    “Ooo me!” severe pain raged thru his fluid ducts;
    The doctor’s only infection–was to earn a buck.

    “We’re digging our graves with a grocery spoon”,
    He accidentally predicted–which came to soon.
    Snacking to view a TV set–just a laying around;
    Hopefully, he is curing his disease in the ground.

    The man could do nothing more for a family life;
    Except, discuss uric acid, with his nonsexy wife.
    A defensive mechanism to protect the prostate,
    Involves a healthy sex-life…with a willing mate.

    Notice: uris acid is one culprit to formulate gout;
    Perhaps, a hormonal schedule could work-it-out.
    Who knows the true possibility of a hormonal wit;
    He may ‘ve lived forever, if his hormones were fit.
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  • Age!…is a growing expectancy
    in the course of man;
    Cancer will often deliver him
    to a preposterous end.

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    Age!…is a growing expectancy
    in the course of man;
    Cancer will often deliver him
    to a preposterous end.

    Folks, so beloved in life,
    may experience the sad;
    Now, say here, what-the-heck;
    Dying can’t be all bad.

    Time!…is a world revolving,
    and much…a terrible bore;
    Except for television action,
    life serves…only a chore.

    Battles!…raging on the homefront;
    conflicts fought and lost.
    Soon, we’ll tally the books,
    and discover the final cost.

    Win or lose!…the contest of life,
    the adventure will sting;
    Death will never ever fail
    the proudest king.

    Whatever surprises come
    around the bend,
    Dying!…produces the match
    for a common friend.
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  • Age!…is a growing expectancy
         in the course of man;
    Cancer will often deliver him
         to a preposterous end.

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    Age!…is a growing expectancy
    in the course of man;
    Cancer will often deliver him
    to a preposterous end.

    Folks, so beloved in life,
    may experience the sad;
    Now, say here, what-the-heck;
    Dying can’t be all bad.

    Time!…is a world revolving,
    and much…a terrible bore;
    Except for television action,
    life serves…only a chore.

    Battles!…raging on the homefront;
    conflicts fought and lost.
    Soon, we’ll tally the books,
    and discover the final cost.

    Win or lose!…the contest of life,
    the adventure will sting;
    Death will never ever fail
    the proudest king.

    Whatever surprises come
    around the bend,
    Dying!…produces the match
    for a common friend
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