Religious

Money reveals the true thee

Money reveals the true thee.
It might not be everything to thee,
But it reveals everything about thee.
God maketh the world go around,
Money maketh the people to wander.

God is the ruler of money;
Money of man.

Money is the root of all evil;
it is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith.
People need to trust God to be protected,
Money need man to be kept safe;

Thus man need God,
And money need man.

But this days they're doing it the other way around.
Oh! It is said, 'what goes cometh back.'
They're saying, 'God served man through Jesus,
However, man must serve money.'
Don't you know that Jesus died for thee so that you might have life?
Nonetheless,
His the source of everything.

God maketh people to serve Him;
People maketh money to serve it.

God creates,
Man make;
They re-create what God created.
God can destroy both man and money,
Man can destroy money,
but not God.
Therefore, man depend on God, not money.

People work for Money,
Women marry Benjamin,
Men steal Moola.

Many die for Mammon
Even pray for Treasure.
While all they should do is seek the Creator,
And money will follow them.

Thou cannot serve to masters.
It's either you serve God or Mammon.

I say serve God and money will follow thee.
Thus,
Thine have them both.
Money for lifetime;
God for eternal life.

 
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Intimacy (In This Moment)

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To My Wife

Lost in this moment

The warmth of our bodies make us sweat

The stiffness from what we have just accomplished

You and I,

A miracle

Your breath invites me in

Into your heart

Into your mind

Into your very soul

As our bodies mesh into one

As our souls embrace each other

You sigh as I touch you

Ectasy as we unite

Swirlling vortex of pleasure

Both of us lose sight

As life is created within you

As death is passed on through me

A miracle is created

A mirror of that moment

When we came together as one

The Melancholy of a Bodyguard

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When she walks into a room, all is silent.

Poised with aplomb, no one is ever violent.

Classy is her adept style, she’s set to rule.

Be I her earth, always her eternal tool.

 

Her aspects of a princess, looks smooth like water.

Her words are true, known to have stopped a slaughter.

Clothed in pleasing robes of silk, she has it all.

Eternal bliss, an angel sent from heaven’s hall.

 

Her red lips arouse firm lust, my mouth turns dry.

Her wise bright eyes, shining like a fair blue sky.

Like a time lord’s solitude, her mind wanders.

Embracing fate, her clipped wings...she needless ponders.

 

Gentle are her chosen words, finer than mine.

Drunk when she laughs, her grin tastes like a cool wine.

She’s the saviour of many, none oppose her.

Contrast us both, I am but a lowly cur.

 

Be still my heart, if only for a second.

So I can ponder my fate, my soul I reckon.

Damned I shall be, for the feelings I hold dear.

LEAVE FLEE DEPART! For now you must disappear...

 

Feelings of love, sorrow, joy, they have no place.

The devil toys, with feelings that cannot erase.

If God were to rub me clean, I’d be left scarred.

To be her guard...

Is my love truly this barred?

 

Forever am I bound, by law, by curse?

Bulk my bias, would just make her vigour worse.

She is breath to all who gaze, I am her foil.

Nevertheless, I love and therefore must toil.

 

Thus, this princess I do love, my heart doth beat!

Stout misery, her scent is pang bittersweet.

When I look into those eyes, it pains me so.

She is my life, and that is all I know.

She is perfect, sadly, that is my woe...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem of the internal turmoil which arises from one living a life of servitude.

religious

a dark shroud 

of gloom 

covers him.

his past eats 

away inside

clanging words 

of redemption

that fly from lips 

like hope made 

of tin cans.

noisy, shrieking

like the clamor

of a lamb

slaughtered.

a money tree, 

his fanatical dream,

the truth 

is masked 

in paper bills

with smiling faces

but none belong

to your jesus.

promises clenched 

in bloody fists

from former years,

lies loom 

and seal doom.

apocolypse 

only happens

in the mind

like phrenic
bombs.
 
© 2013 8:46 AM 8/1/2013
 
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Short Verse #8

A thousand years ago, I could have been working in a store in a small shack of a large town. Still having people then whisper in my ear the earth was flat, and that my place was there, sweeping the floor. The point of that would be as clear as the sky before indistury. Life, is only expierenced through the beholder of that person, That conciousness. Call it a soul, Pin it to a religion, spiritual or even atheisim. The one thing you cannot question, or doubt is your power to manifest your thoughts into actions. The power to comphrened that you are infact a Living Creature who has the compasity to think, learn, adapt. The ONLY known speicies who can contemplate the genocide of an entire world and the stars above them......

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a little thing that jumped into my head. Plus it has been awhile since I posted anything, been busy working and writing haha

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HUGS of GOD

It was an omen of GOD.
Rain upon all sod.
An ark you will build, NOAH.
Rain it will, like a coiling boa.
Gather all life unto you.
You 8 souls bring shoes.
So it rained for forty days.
Hugs & hugs while feeding hay.
On Ararat, it rested many days.
An open door to sun rays.
They separated and walked away.
Brothers & Sisters we are today.

2007 from 8HOP.com

POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

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Lucifer's Cry

Grace be at ease
for we've fall'n so far
chained in adamantine
till our bondage we release
now we lay bloody, thunder marred
our luster gone, we fall'n tribe without our shine.

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A view on God

We people of earth and not here on grounds that we have been sent here in sin. We have been sent here to learn and develop. To grow and succeed. To help a greater power than ourselves. Maybe just maybe we have been sent here as the brain, knowledge, ideas of a power greater than ourselves. We’ve been sent here to help this power grow and develop to make things better for us. We are the brain of this thing helping it learn and grow and make the world better for ourselves. Maybe the pain on earth is the pain of the greater thing than ourselves realising that its not help its people as it should have. Maybe it’s as primitive as us and doesn’t really know anything and over time we have helped it grow in knowledge and help it to understand what to do to make the world a better place for us. Maybe also we are helping it to live and to keep its life interesting and thus it is helping to keep our lives interesting as well. Maybe its here to help us keep safe and to keep sanctity on earth like a giant ‘don’t do this’ sign to help us understand and stop fighting. Maybe death is just a way of making sure that the knowledge of this thing is kept secret and to stop us from over taking this thing and leaving it behind to slowly die. Slightly like a child wanting all the toys in the box. Maybe also all the lessons we learn on earth and used as one big brain in this thing so that all the knowledge can be stored in one area for use as new people are born and created and given to the world. To give them a head start in getting new knowledge and ideas to help this primitive mind grow and flourish. Maybe this thing keeps testing us to help us learn and develop and to make us better people and more knowledgeable so we can start to live by ourselves without beliefs of things that may not exist and so that we can look after ourselves. Maybe this thing has a gender or is it just a thing and are we only are judging it on character? Could we possibly be living an elusion, a dream and one day this might all stop suddenly as this thing wakes up? Or are we a board game like snake and ladders sometimes we go up and other times we go down and when we reach that 100th place then its time to move you onto the next game. Or are we like a giant dolls house and things are put in our way to make a great story for this thing. Just maybe it’s the other way round we are playing this thing like a game and it’s suffering the consequences and thus is making us suffer them. Or did we start off at that 100th place and mess up somewhere and got sent back to space 1 and are now learning and playing this game hoping to get back to that 100th place and splendour will follow. Or does this thing not exist and we have thought this up to make our lives more full and exciting and to give us something to believe in. Or is this really just a big elusion like I have said and that maybe we have added to this elusion to keep this dream alive so that we can continue to live and learn and try to escape an every closing fate. Thus problems, solutions, people, drama, pain, emotions are all being used to keep us alive and kicking and keep this dream interesting and alive. We are playing a story for this thing. Stop the story and you stop the life we live maybe forever. Maybe we have all been brainwashed by this existence. Maybe the miracles we read about in the bible are no more than a game for something and maybe these too are elusions on top of the elusion that already exist. This elusion is full of potholes and drama and people doing things wrong. It’s like a giant drama performance but put on by a magnificent cast. Maybe one day the thing will clap and applaud like a crowd would and would celebrate our drama skills and our story line. Or maybe I am talking rubbish but how can you know. You’re probably under the same cloud of not knowing as me so up to you if you want to accept my ideas. But remember this we don’t really know anything. We have had to learn and develop to get where we are now. So maybe we have been playing ourselves like a game always trying to outdo each other. Always hungry for power, knowledge and inflictive fear on others. So maybe this thing is just a way of striking fear into us so that we don’t stand up for what we think is right.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Found this on my computer, its just a series of views on what God is. Its not supposed to be offensive to any religious people, its simply just an opinion

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Mark of the Beast (song)

How can you see in a world so blind?
Propaganda fills your head, polluting your mind.
Twistin' your words and feeding you lies,
The Man's got you beat, to doped to realize.

Promoting love and praying for peace,
But the men behind it all wear the Mark of the Beast.
They'll smile in your face as they weave their lie,
Stab you in the back just to watch you die.

And the Innocent One and the Holy Father,
Frozen in fear by the sight of this slaughter.
Stricken with awe at the destruction and carnage,
With the blood of millions, the Earth is tarnished.

No goddamn illusion is gonna solve,
World's on edge, so easily dissolved.
Takes one push to fuck their system,
When you're done with their games, dammit, heed my wisdom.

Get out of it now, before it's too late,
When you're so drunk with passion and fueled by hate.
Don't blame it on chance, or excuse it as fate;
Get out of it now, before it's too fuckin' late.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the first metal song I wrote for my thrash band and is the second full song lyrics I've written, this one has a bit of language in it, I apologize to anyone who is offended, but I feel it is essential to this song and to express my feelings at the time I wrote it.

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