• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

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    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

    Temporarily, service formulates order
    for a few blinking short days.
    Creation gracefully puts these things
    to rot away, rust, and decay.

    The sun keeps pace to make the most
    of a light shining on a feeble fit.
    Even a narrow evaluation can surmise,
    we swell in a momentary halfwit.

    Believe it or not; this is truth–anyway;
    take a view, ’cause here we are.
    Our senses make a little sense, at least,
    of this world–the way we were.

    All things, which have been assigned,
    fill space with a measure of time.
    They open blind eyes to see the truth,
    and witness–things are sublime!

    Tho’ decay is spread over all creation,
    existence?–is an evidence to see.
    Purpose measures on five feeble senses,
    that time-place…has a right to be.

    Beneath a fickle state of rot and decay,
    there are senses for spirits to be.
    All things tangible…witness to the soul,
    that life presents a Creator to see.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Man’s governed land demands respect,
    Which accounts for a degree of heck.
    Various laws may serve common man;
    Order legalized measure–for the land.

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    Man’s governed land demands respect,
    Which accounts for a degree of heck.
    Various laws may serve common man;
    Order legalized measure–for the land.

    An eternal circumspect of sacred rule,
    Discuss the Lord’s business with fools.
    Decide if virtue should dwell on earth,
    And allow devils…to determine worth.

    See!…is belief, that not-seeing is false;
    Trust evidence–in the eyes of a cause.
    Beyond sight, the eyes are fool hearty;
    Making judgement, that truth is tardy.

    Earthlings are captured by the money;
    It is a fickle god to provide man plenty.
    While sacred laws…hang on the cross,
    Substance governs the rules of a boss.

    Evidence lays claim on the falsified lack;
    Advance foul proof, and then, setback.
    Provisions that follow revengeful pride,
    Cancel retaliation for the sake of a ride.

    The poor truth…is in a rich man’s greed;
    Rules say: a poor man–he doesn’t need.
    Destroy the helpless fool on the ground;
    Kick him another time–kick’n’ em down.

    Use and abuse…has cut a poorman lose;
    Just a mile in his shoes contains a noose.
    Identify the absence as a proven stance,
    Negative evidence! gives God a chance.
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  • Time winds down to a slow-motion cinch;
    Years glide rapidly toward a deadly clench.
    Lifeblood maneuvers…into a hopeful mode;
    Descending far beyond a viable living code.

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    Time winds down to a slow-motion cinch;
    Years glide rapidly towards a deadly clench.
    Lifeblood maneuvers…into a hopeful mode;
    Descending far beyond a viable living code.

    Age endures punishment–of a social disgrace;
    Life denies the experience…of a learning race.
    Understood-lessons brings beauty to achieve;
    So long, as wise old folks are willing to leave.

    Suppose wisdom arrives…in the days of youth,
    Obviously, tantilizing age by ignoring the proof.
    Obedience may well beset–in Principles on High,
    Reaping rewards of social craft, by cunning lies.

    Concepts concentrate effort to enter the mind;
    While trusted…to deliver some appropriate sign.
    Polish smooths the heart, as life roughly obeys;
    Carefree opinions set laws for custom to betray.

    Teachable minds…are subject to learn foolish,
    As lively wisdom may be deliberately uprooted.
    Involve flexibility…with a rigid heart in motion;
    Never trust flesh, that produce laws of erosion.

    Protecting minds, while serving a physical body;
    Being sadly slighted, by percepts partly shoddy.
    The gift of life…lives to realize its own reward,
    While tissue bouyance floats convincing words.

    Eventually, kindness will establish to materialize;
    Neighborly love advances–on words of the wise.
    Such tender shields are destined for an attack;
    Although, self-defense will refuse to fight back.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Irreverent language is fraught with disrespect;
    Ominous communication denies a circumspect.
    Existence is greater than the creation of haste,
    So that anxious minds produce a mortal taste.

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    Irreverent language is fraught with disrespect;
    Ominous communication denies a circumspect.
    Existence is greater than the creation of haste,
    So that anxious minds produce a mortal taste.

    Wake-up reality, and feel your sight sensation;
    Muster-up grateful courage…to see the sunrise.
    Gather with friends to witness the wonderation;
    Friends, watch time warm the earth–clockwise.

    Such magnificent beauty revolves with decay,
    Temporarily sensitive…in bubbles and dreams.
    Everything changes: solid rust, and rots away;
    Fickle flesh desolves a wish…with a sunbeam.

    Flesh and blood fabricates illusions of surreality;
    Evidence presents a tangible touch of dreamers.
    While incarnated man evolves the wit of reality,
    Wishful neighbors clash, and crucify redeemers.

    Another–lasting world, is finally coming to pass;
    Tho’ shallow conditions engage the human mind.
    Earthly existence temporarily touches the past,
    While indestructible, observes this tangible time.

    An ideal act of mental behavior: is insistance,
    That thinkers possess the dreams they bought.
    Thoughts are futile–to claim a non-existence,
    For the claim requires a substance of thought.

    Greatness–for a Creator, acknowledges earth;
    Awesome!…glorifies power in a Being of Worth.
    Mortals appear common in a lowly state of odd,
    Kissing the sacred hand in the Kingdom of God.
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