Joe Breunig, 29 november 2012
O Lord, how much of this reality
has no earthly bindings on me?
Help to shape my perception,
regarding the things, that I see.
As an intelligent person,
it’s obvious to avoid indifference
and fear, especially when there is…
a clear choice with a sure preference.
Although the future is unknown,
there's a proven solution to help one cope.
The guidance of the Scriptures reaffirm
that in Jesus, we should have our hope.
Finding genuine comfort within The Word
secures the foundation of Life’s course.
Through patience and regular prayers, one…
ultimately realizes the one, True Source.
We’re promised to have our needs met;
so avoid being overcome by despair.
Peace of mind is attainable, when remembering…
The Children of God remain in His care.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 15:4
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Joe Breunig, 29 november 2012
It’s shameful that people go hungry,
given the abundances of this planet.
And yet, there is more to life than food;
real sustenance that feed one’s spirit
should be given a higher priority.
Restraint of one’s flesh and earthly desires
can be more easily managed and contained
by the application of Godly principles.
Universal Truths satisfy the ravenous spirit
and provide the needed rest of one’s soul.
Operating under a spirit of ignorant fear
will never be a righteous way to live.
Domination by possessions and things can be defeated
via the concept of “deferment of gratification”.
Biblical wisdom combined with Godly utterance
allows one to regularly and confidently speak…
against circumstance with divine authority.
Starving souls die from a lack of knowledge -
when not in pursuit of the heavenly kingdom.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Heb 4:12-13; Matt 6:25-34; John 21:15-19
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Goldie Lopez, 29 november 2012
These mother f**kin HATERS..!
Come creeping, than fleeing
hating, than portraying…!
Loving me without reasons
Try to walk a mile within my shoes
Headed for greatness
Had them singing the blues
My determination, will never be shaken
beaten, battered, broken or busied
The strength of my will keeps achieving
TKO is what you'll be receiving
still stuck in single-mind ways.
Your a damn shame,
stop playing childish games!
Take a bow…
no ones listening, I say with a smile.
You've just been concluded
Hating is what you’re doing
Because the wiser I’ve grown
The farther I’ve gone
Your negativity never did last long
You made me stronger
My heart pounds harder
I spit my words fluently,
you can't even comprehend
This battle you could never win
I stand taller
I’ve gotten you open…
under your skin.
Like Katt Williams B***h,
play your position
And do your mother f**kin job
Keep Hating..!
Gert Strydom, 29 november 2012
If we give our own hearts to each other
then in love we are joined together,
as two distinct persons forming a whole
but each true like the compass to the pole
in togetherness we are no more alone
while we are going into the unknown.
There is nothing that love cannot quench
nor for its sublime ways can recompense
and never anyone can get of it enough,
of that great thing that we know as true love
when we make someone dear, our very own,
while we are going into the unknown.
Gert Strydom, 29 november 2012
(after Sir John Suckling)
Sometimes love remains but a mystery,
I cannot figure the ways of love out
when I think that she does truly love me,
then she gives me the greatest kind of doubt
but when another girl I want to woo
she simply tries to steal my heart again
and are telling me that her love is true
or she tries to cause me some kind of pain
or let her wet tears on me fall like rain.
[Reference: “Send me back my heart” by Sir John Suckling.]
Gert Strydom, 29 november 2012
Our love had bloomed fully
when naked you came to me
with a small towel covering you,
when it fell from your body
and your eyes caught mine glittering,
when silence hanged luring between us.
There was a kind of hunger and thirst in me,
when your lips found mine,
with your hair braiding through my fingers
when the alarm slowly counted the time
and we both were longing for something eternal,
when silence hanged luring between us.
Like falling rain was the smell of us both
on the big old fluffy blanket
with your legs and arms crossed over me,
when my heartbeats sounded in my ears,
and there was a much deeper more intense urge
when silence hanged luring between us.
Satish Verma, 29 november 2012
Wearing a skin
where flesh had melted
in blankness.
The moon was sitting
on window
parting the curtains
The sunset
accepts the death
as final verdict
Small scholars
will find out the pain
of molesting.
Estrogen untamed
on street
rises in arches.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 november 2012
It was inheritance
of age
before the mirrors
for the language of windows.
The high rise buildings
always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide
and I cannot reach the sky.
I want to say
what I did not want to say.
The lake has gone in a siege
till infinity.
Wrap me a sharp knife
I will cut my tongue today
to offer to goddess of shame.
The light has gone away from my heart.
Satish Verma
patty turner, 28 november 2012
day by day you're getting lost in this maze,
every wrong turn gives you pain.
its slowly making you go insane.
you don't know what real whats fake;
you see a little girl in red drinking some tea.
being confused you ask her if she knows how to get out,
she looks you up and down.
then she screams bloody murder.
the heges turn to blood,
the sun goes black,
the sky goes gray.
then you fell it,
its cold but warm yet you don't know what it is.
then you look down and she had your heart in her hands,
everything is going black.
you hear her laughing,
then she whisper in your ear saying.
"this is what you get for hurting mommy."
louis gander, 27 november 2012
They're Patriots, they're fighting! But Lord, who understands?
Their gift to heirs was liberty, was fragile in their hands.
A liberty that's priceless and was paid with hero's blood,
but liberty that's fragile and as latent as a bud.
Some day the waves of grain will grow in nation gold and bright -
but now the revolution's fight is questioned whether right...
I see a sacrifice so great, from will that never bends,
I see the loss of families, their farms and closest friends.
I see that they were tested greatly under Washington -
and they were tested all the more in battle that was won.
Yes, tested with the seasons that brought hot and cold extremes,
and tested with great trials that had crushed the smallest dreams.
So many lost a limb or two. Some others met their grave,
but great were all the freedoms that to us they freely gave.
Now we'd enjoy these freedoms, if - we care to really own
and guard with every vote so that our freedoms could be sown -
to later generations that would seize the free baton -
to hold our fragile liberties so freedom carries on.
Years later, I saw clamoring and stumbling unsure -
and one by one God-given rights were trampled here under -
the feet of every voter who demanded more and more -
the money clear from Washington 'til all of us were poor.
They argued, as in protest and they fervently appealed,
to eat up necessary seed for next year's harvest yield -
and voted for more cretins who would place their final bet
on wasteful obligations that would pile up more debt.
Naive we are and so deceived with all the 'pc' spin,
"He'll give you lots more money if you'll simply vote for him!"
They buy our selfish, greedy votes and bribe us all until
elected, they're securely fixed right there up on 'The Hill'.
So arrogant, those cretins are, that they need never hide.
They know their office is secure and wear this thing called 'pride'.
They promise us a silver moon (that's moldy old swiss cheese -
with holes in thick promises that shift there with the breeze).
So powerless we all become when they tie up our hands.
They hasten us and chasten us - yet no one understands..!
There's just no more that we can give, for they have taken all -
in taxes, fines and hidden fees, licenses, et al.
They rushed so quickly to the aid of those too big to fail -
and then ignored the rest of us that they refused to bail.
Collecting campaign contributions from the greedy ones -
they then give them the very last of our few meager funds.
Refusing to repent and out beyond the furthest hope,
I see a country dangling from an unforgiving rope -
from poor results that legalized and drove our morals loose.
I see inflated, selfish heads above a tightened noose.
The feet still kick and wiggle as we take our final breath -
and offer no assurance from a sad and certain death -
because we still refuse the God of patient, certain wrath!
Oh, how can we complain when "we, the people" chose our path?
We've mortgaged off the waves of grain and every native park!
We've mortgaged every standing tree - the branches, trunks and bark!
We've mortgaged off Mount Rushmore and the Lady Liberty -
who shines so very beautiful! It's pure insanity!!
I see a sacrifice so great - but our 'will' never bends.
We lose our farms and families - we lose our closest friends.
I see we're harshly tested from a Washington DC -
and we'll be tested all the more until our freedoms see...
We're Patriots! We're fighting! But Lord, who understands?
Our gift to heirs, true liberty, is fragile in our hands.
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