• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Measure the scale of intelligent minds,
    And determine which are totally blind.
    A foolish scale, from zero thru infinity,
    Reveals an extensive view of eternity.

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    Measure the scale of intelligent minds,
    And determine which are totally blind.
    A foolish scale, from zero thru infinity,
    Reveals an extensive view of eternity.

    If total takes human flesh out-of-bound,
    Where in heaven…can beings be found?
    How in hell do fools employ a goodsense,
    When perception gives him no-chance?

    Earth beneath his feet gives him a hint;
    But his mind wonders for another stint.
    Heaven makes no absolute sense in hell,
    ‘Cause he prefers darker stories to tell.

    His walk and talk…is with Satan’s own;
    Declaring to Lucifer…of flesh and bone.
    If the devil can create no earth to walk;
    Then, there’s no flesh and blood to talk.

    He obtains the intuition of a clever tool;
    While pure knowledge forsakes the fool.
    Truth has an intangible evidence…sure!
    But somewhere, truth becomes impure.

    Fools become alert to a sad clever thing;
    That, friendship with the devil…is a sting.
    Life is a trial-of-habit–to a truthful mind;
    The truth of hell is, that fools are behind.

    In darkness, he feels for an obvious world;
    Obviously, Satan deceives boys and girls.
    Misery is comfort–for a misinformed spirit;
    He registers with heaven…as a total idiot.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Take the wise wisdom you value,…put it in a little pile.
    Stir hard earned knowledge, and blend it with a child.
    Except, ye come as innocent, ye shall never see God.

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    Take the wise wisdom you value,…put it in a little pile.
    Stir hard earned knowledge, and blend it with a child.
    Except, ye come as innocent, ye shall never see God.

    Salvation is an incline effort, just as gaining knowledge;
    Take your ominous ignorance, and register in a college;
    A collection of many facts, appears a lesser knowledge.

    If a child enters heaven, as fast as knowledge is gained,
    Accountability is a shy reason…to serve God with pain.
    Ignorance is much better–to be borned without a brain.

    The purpose of life reaches far beyond a nervous mind;
    Knowledge is here to gain, so righteous will save a child.
    Whatever value is put on birth, earth is yours for awhile.

    Now!…you are here; get busy gaining more knowledge.
    Remember, God’s brand of wisdom…is not in a college.
    You must be busy–being judged for the extra mileage.

    All the knowledge you gain–in the ignorance of a child,
    Retreat a sensible moment;…place humility on your pile.
    God notices you!–to judge you being foolish for awhile.

    The higher-rises your foolish stack, brings in repentence;
    Mercy arrives with wisdom…to diminish a harsh sentence.
    Knowledge has no value!…but to pay a debt of pentence.

    What you don’t know, will hurt!…a tally of accountability;
    You squirm before a child–with his innocence and purity.
    You struggle against all odds…to reach for God’s eternity.

    Knowledge saves a principle, and ignorance wins a prize;
    A child shall persuade intelligence to inflate a humble size.
    Enter thou clever servant, ignorance has made you wise.
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  • A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

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    A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

    The child is amazement on a foreign track;
    At least, this birth arrives–clicky d’ clack!
    A son arises on time…for an eastern train.
    Dangling with dad…by the reason he came.

    Obaasan found time for a railing goodbye;
    Taking-up the expense of a Tokyo joy-ride.
    The child needs to pass through such a trip;
    Otherwise, he’ll not know the value of a tip.

    Clicking along, while dangling from dad;
    A train ride is fun!…well, it’s not half bad.
    Daniel’s blank expression shows little joy;
    That’s a clever dispose…for a smart boy.

    From a foreign train…to a pony express;
    Father and son…ride joyfully thru a mess.
    Delightfully enduring a pressing smother;
    Appeasing misery for a homesick mother.

    Of all…of life’s acts, how long can it last;
    Balancing with survival…of a crazy past?
    Keep-on, Son!; ’til you reach the dawn;
    Do it!…until finally, you’re on your own.

    Life is a combat–fighting hand-to-hand;
    Experience is the edge!…for a clever man.
    Where you are now, dad,…has once been.
    A solution to life…is a conquest of friends.
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  • A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

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    A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

    The child is amazement on a foreign track;
    At least, this birth arrives–clicky d’clack!
    A son arises on time…for an eastern train.
    Dangling with dad…by the reason he came.

    Obaasan found time for a railing goodbye;
    Taking-up the expense of a Tokyo joy-ride.
    The child needs to pass through such a trip;
    Otherwise, he’ll not know the value of a tip.

    Clicking along, while dangling from dad;
    A train ride is fun!…well, it’s not half bad.
    Daniel’s blank expression shows little joy;
    That’s a clever dispose…for a smart boy.

    From a foreign train…to a pony express;
    Father and son…ride joyfully thru a mess.
    Delightfully enduring a pressing smother;
    Appeasing misery for a homesick mother.

    Of all…of life’s acts, how long can it last;
    Balancing with survival of a crazy past?
    Keep-on, Son!; ’til you reach the dawn;
    Do it!…until finally, you’re on your own.

    Life is a combat–fighting hand-to-hand;
    Experience is the edge!…for a clever man.
    Where you are now, dad has…once been.
    A solution to life…is a conquest of friends.
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