• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Tyranny bellows-on…to its own: legal justice!
    For an establishment that oppresses freedom.
    Script-tyrs demand compliance with injustice,
    While rules protect revenue–for the kingdom.

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    Tyranny bellows-on…to it’s own: legal justice!
    For an establishment that oppresses freedom.
    Script-tyrs demand compliance with injustice,
    While rules protect revenue–for the kingdom.

    Right or wrong!…that’s the way–the world is!
    As government writes laws to fit higher greed.
    Good or bad, power presses rules–on what is;
    For government favors some tyrannical need.

    It is the way…fangs grow, as corrupt bills pass;
    Enforcing a might, which freedom cannot savor.
    Sworn to uphold law–written on a lower class;
    Passing below a vital-standing–in man’s favor.

    Poison flows like water, from the powers that be;
    Poor people…become the victims of their greed.
    As a snake-in-the-grass, the citizens cannot see,
    Tyranny sucks blood–’til the poor tend to bleed!

    Earthlings earn money, which living takes away;
    As highway-men patronize the gasoline station.
    Audubon-rules prance upon American highways;
    Tyrants come-to-life–and rage a cruel position.

    Warped within a power, victims tolerate litigation;
    Upper classes rob the living substance–for a law.
    The poor cannot compete with a higher abrasion,
    For wealthy power writes the law to rub him raw.

    Justice is a mystified concept–with law makers;
    Right changes places with wrong–under the law.
    The dollar satisfies justice…by a tyrannical taker;
    Tyrs of justice cry-out loud, tho’ wars are fought.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Shall Heavenly kingdom be displaced,
    with God in a realm of ruin?
    Wherein lies man’s liberalized chase,
    when fools are busy doin’?

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    Shall Heavenly kingdom be displaced,
    with God in a realm of ruin?
    Wherein lies man’s liberalized chase,
    when fools are busy doin’?

    Responsibility for noble progression
    is in man’s divine communion.
    Relating principles of social dress
    to fully realize God’s dominion.

    Goodness is an individual endeavor;
    depending on the definition used.
    When emptiness relies on a woman,
    who is accused of social abuse?

    She is on-course with internal pursuits,
    while he aligns some survival thing.
    Neglect is the ruin from Heaven’s way,
    ’cause Godhood grants a mis-aim.

    A fitful creation applies the gender pair;
    sexuality is our principle concern.
    One, without the other’s physical care,
    is but a pending pleasure to earn.

    One…abandons the cause of heaven,
    then, the cause becomes aloof.
    She found a lucrative world to love,
    ’cause the Kingdom has goofed.

    Upright is beauty–to be made so pure,
    for this joyride towards freedom.
    Two genders sexualize misfit…for sure,
    forsaking God within His kingdom.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    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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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Avoid the debilitating railride of crime
    Behind narrow bars of the blind.
    They can’t believe in congenial society,
    Craving for a world that is free.

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    Avoid the debilitating railride of crime,
    Behind narrow bars of the blind.
    They can’t believe in congenial society,
    Craving for a world of property.

    Big brother forms vital governments,
    To guard the social commitments.
    Advocants arouse their civilian hearts,
    To correct fools–an illegal part.

    The government agency makes claim
    That your behavior is to blame.
    Do the crime, then, waste some time;
    Providing a railride to the blind.

    Build a warehouse for the community;
    Lock the steel on the fraternity.
    Principle characters gather together;
    Mates-of-crime just get’n smarter.

    The train-of-mates grows another link,
    For this demented house to stink.
    Criminal fools sprout baby wings to fly,
    But legality fools can’t say why.

    Encountering man’s litigation should
    Raise bars to the criminal good.
    Governors defend the agency of man,
    Erecting a lockup to a ruleband.

    A sensible way–is, avoid a system train;
    Circumvent confines of the insane.
    So now, government corrects the crazy;
    Look!…and seek a better agency.
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  • Give us your tired and your wretched poor;
    They will become citizens of freedom.
    America flows freely…with milk and honey;
    A Promised–Constitutional Kingdom.

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    Give us your tired and your wretched poor;
    They will become citizens of freedom.
    America flows freely…with milk and honey;
    A Promised–Constitutional Kingdom.

    You wretched souls of an obscure selection,
    Need a safe place to do what is right.
    Freedom naturally supports a mighty election,
    Shining brightly throughout the night.

    Fools, the invitation is a mighty refuge haven;
    Extended to all…as freedom draws nigh.
    Why refuse to witness the blessings of Heaven;
    Walking boldly!…with heads held high?

    How do fools exist…harboring a foolish heart,
    Once they step onto this promised land?
    A tranplant transforms an oppressive heart;
    Hope touches him…into a blessed man.

    You poor souls, who step onto American soil,
    We’re not your enemy, for heaven sakes.
    We are free to exist–sharing freedom with you.
    Americans together!…to do what it takes.

    The world is a common place for improvement;
    Opportunities adding to every existence.
    Why impose upon America–a threat to freedom;
    Destroying hope for poor subsistence?

    Be not deceived…into a terrorist attack.
    There are beautiful things to “live for!”
    Poverty may present stories of misery untold;
    But, does God!…bless you to starve?

    Foreign mad dogs will snap at American soil;
    Bite the wealthy hand that feeds poor man.
    When hunger pangs become sharp and cruel,
    Grit your teeth, and bite off your fool hand.

    Praise God!…whom you reverence so High.
    America provides this kind of freedom.
    Therefore, why do fools arrive with a plan;
    To contest this free American kingdom?

    Freedom is a principle some may question.
    As weaknesses abound within the system.
    One type: is an allowance for a weakness;
    A measure to “all” for this typical freedom.

    America promises a land of sad complications;
    Plenty of our own, and more to come.
    Problems are invited to come from foreign lands.
    Where else!…can the poor share some?

    There is no perfect solution to cover the world.
    Still, America is partial to the “have nots”.
    Terrorist, poor souls, and freedom seekers–alike.
    Look, before you leap! This is your best shot.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Dare not to be–presumptuous to think
    you are capable of judging sin!
    The substance-of-thought just may be
    heaven’s decreed wisdom-of-man.

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    Dare not to be–presumptuous to think
    you are capable of judging sin!
    The substance-of-thought just may be
    heaven’s decreed wisdom-of-man.

    Evil adversities are authorized trials,
    placing stones on a perilous path.
    Knowledge views the dangers ahead;
    wisdom will smooth the aftermath.

    No wiseman has ever obtained his quest,
    by!…ignoring knowledge at the door.
    Evil resistance will design a stoney mess,
    enticing wisdom…to gain much more.

    Stones are especially laid for man’s alert;
    a trailway raised above the slime.
    Stepping the stones…will point to home;
    wisdom’s world…of dexterous time.

    Who layes the stones to trip man’s soul;
    or!…provide substance for freedom?
    The same plan…assigned to destroy man,
    are solid stones–leading to wisdom.
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  • Consensus agree, with a leverage worth of money;
    Distortion creates a bitter sweet edge–with honey.
    Freedom roams, as a victimized subject–in a trap,
    Where power changes the value of our search map.

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    Consensus agree, with a leverage worth of money;
    Distortion creates a bitter sweet edge–with honey.
    Freedom roams, as a victimized subject–in a trap,
    Where power changes the value of our search map.

    Poor birds feed, with a frantic twisting of the tail,
    Watching glib nestlers offer hell on another trail.
    Changing conditions present challenges of reality;
    Scratching pennies for dollars…that steal eternity.

    Set the trap, while the prey is praying for change!
    But pride trips the trap, imposing poor–with pain.
    Headpower…above a tail, says, you’re not a head;
    Commencing to enforce the victim with blood red.

    Business aims to please the production of wisdom,
    Confounding the bird…flying high–in the distance.
    Fowl power determines a monetary force of legal;
    It is not allowed–a sparrow cannot value an eagle.

    Granted, a rise in praise…courses a beautiful offer;
    Change!…is a timid condition, the mighty…confer.
    Witty dollars yell-out: “put in a trap construction!”
    ‘Cause clever appears–hollering for a production.

    Just a word may interfer with the mightiest of birds;
    Trapped eagles have no power…greater than words.
    Eagles merit an influence with a congenial position;
    Overbear, subdue terms equal to a stymie condition.

    Business production sings with an art of bird songs;
    But, a project perception uses the word…all wrong.
    A steady agency takes direction from a flight map;
    Wisely tripping a trip light…to spring the bird trap.
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  • America swells with such beautiful liberty;
    Patriot resolution will raise a sacred song.
    National freedom guides us to tranquility,
    Altering litigation, as is, a perilous wrong.

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    America swells with such beautiful liberty;
    Patriot resolution will raise a sacred song.
    National freedom guides us to tranquility,
    Altering litigation, as is, a perilous wrong.

    America, sing out–to the end of the world;
    America, shout for liberty’s devoted savior.
    America, we depend on every boy and girl;
    America, our watchcry will sound forever.

    “Fate worse than death” lost a treasure;
    Neglect–torn by a poor national attitude.
    Freedom is not free–look into our history;
    American graves “ringout” to our gratitude.

    Streets and houses penetrate the free heart;
    Country hills are aglow…by love…at sunset;
    Fruitful fields invite patriots to take a part;
    Technical abundance offers a free internet.

    Ponder the moments…for a splendid price,
    The American market…is a vital invention.
    Beneficiaries interact with free enterprize,
    While greed appeals for liberal descension.

    Disagreement is the process of refinement,
    Americans are open–by freedom of speech.
    Go!…for souls may find sweet contentment,
    Tasting samples, unto truth’s further reach.

    “Give me liberty, or death” is a solemn cry.
    “I defend to the death–your right to say it.”
    “All people seek happiness” is a reason why
    America loves liberty, and fights to protect it.
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