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If the evil one is putting evil thoughts into your mind.
Like suicide, or something else like that here on earth.
Just focus on Jesus, nothing can stand against his might.
Ingore the evil spirits, they will be judged by him soon.
Just pray to the Lord, to deliver you from bad thoughts.
Ask the Good Lord to rescue you from your pain too.
Then just keep focusing on the Good Shepherd too.
For he shall stand with you protecting you from evil.
While restoring you with your family and friends.
I hate you
You only think about yourself
Whatever you do, you do it for yourself
You are a selfish egomaniac *****
I'd rather........

Selfish you say (she interrupts)
Hate you say (furious)
For the love I've shown you isn't enough, what would be
you have no heart
Your soul reeks of despair
What would a  cremated heart know of love?

What a hypocrite you are
throwing blames whilst knowing
you've forsake our love
I loath the years I've wasted on your compulsion
being enslaved to your beauty
how I longed to taste your lips
Dear God, if I could just meek at my future
and see the monster that had enchanted me**

Because of you
We built our relationship on a fragile glass
I warned you ( talking to her heart)
Never to fall in love
now your in pieces ( tears)
I never wanted any of this
When did love become this bitter!
"It is a dreadful thing to
Fall into the hands
Of the Living God"

Hebrews 10:31

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"When He rolls up His sleeves
He ain't just puttin' on the Ritz...

...our God is an Awesome God!

There is thunder in His footsteps
And lightning on His fist...

... our God is an Awesome God!"

And the Lord wasn't joking when
He kicked 'em out of Eden
It wasn't for no reason
That He shed His blood
His return is very close
And so you better
Be believing that...

... our God is an Awesome God!

from "Our God is an Awesome God"
by Rich Mullins

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Is it happenstance
Or is it fate?
Does repentance
Come too late?
Is it check
Or our CHECKMATE?

Irma is a brutal force!
How will this monster
Run her course?
Is it hell, or is it heaven?
Wreaking havoc 9/11?

On the heels of Harvey's wake
Be astonished -
The earth will
shake
How much more
Can the U.S. take?
REPENT NOW, FOR
GOODNESS SAKE!

The world reels
The heavens shudder!
The earth will flood
The people stutter!

You worship creation
"Mother Nature"
But "she" can turn
To be a *HATER!


Who MADE the
Heavens and the earth?
Doesn't GOD deserve
ALL WORTH?
God's the One who
Writes the story...

Doesn't HE deserve

ALL GLORY?


He laid His life
Divine Preemption
Creation groans
For our redemption!

Can't you see
His love for you?
He's just and jealous!
You know it's TRUE!


His heart is GRIEVING!
Yet He yearns!
His love is passionate
In holiness BURNS!


On 9/11 we'll weep & mourn
Another tragedy is born!

Will we take
Another header
Saying we will
"Come Back Better"?

Our pride is great!
It's overweening!
We'll come a cropper!
We'll be BLEEDING!

WHY IS IT WE CAN'T JUST SAY
GOD'S IN CHARGE!
HE'LL HAVE HIS WAY!


When Irma hits -
Gouges! SLASHES!

We'd best REPENT IN
SACKCLOTH & ASHES!



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(C) 9/8/2017
"Be appalled at this, you heavens,
And shudder with great horror,"
Declares the LORD, "my people have
committed two sins:
They have forsaken Me,
The spring of living water
And have dug their own cisterns,
Broken cisterns that
Cannot hold water."

Jeremiah 2:12,13

"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sins and will heal their land."

2 Chronicles 7:14

When Nineveh heard Jonah
Preach their destruction, they
Repented in SACKCLOTH and ASHES.
From the King on down to the
Lowest slave.
That's what it will take this time.
God warned us on 9/11.

THIS COULD BE JUDGEMENT DAY.

He could have MERCY on us
BUT WE MUST NOT LONGER
BE PROUD & REBELLIOUS!

IT'S TIME TO
WAKE UP & SMELL
YOUR BREAKFAST BURNING!
Walking slow
Cause am drunk

Singing songs
to forget your love

Buying duct
to tape my heart

Weeping for
my ailing heart.

You said
I'll never be alone

I know am far
from perfect

But you promised me
the stars

ever since
I've been singing
songs of a broken heart
Lately I've been searching for a new home.
Ever since you left nothing feels right.
My childhood home is like a graveyard.
My favorite coffee shop is filled with ghosts.
The passenger side seat of my car
has your fingerprints all over it.
I've been searching for new things
to make me feel whole again,
since everything I used to love has
the remnants of you all over them.
For now I sit on a street corner,
homeless.
Holding a sign that reads,
"searching for something to ignite
the fire in my chest again after my home
with two arms, two legs, and a beating heart
got up and left."
Fingers frantically fidgeting
And eyes darting
Heart racing, lungs hyperventilating
Why is it so hard to say hello?

Head hanging, hands limp
And eyes downcast
Talking through tears
Why can't I say goodbye?
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i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.
How do you taste a woman?
Do you let your breath
Take over her skin
Or do you,
Gently
Uncover
Her treacherous,
Deceitful, delightful touch?

Do you take her sight for granted,
As if it was yours to own,
As if she would
Never vanish,
Or do you know
She's nothing more
Than a chimera on a wall,
Than Clotho's spinning thread
In an ancient story of forgiveness...

Do you trust her soft and humid body,
Like a silky cloth soaked in
Spicy peppermint oil,
Or do you fear
Her lips
As if they'll
Harm the pulse
Of your easily grown
Desire for all that she has enchanted?

Do you let her fingers linger
Somewhere in between
The locks of hair,
As they were
Her only to poses,
And make them come alive
Like serpents shadows on a desert's moonlight?

All in all, a woman cannot be
Taken for granted,
As she isn't there
Only because
You see her
Near.
No.
A woman is
A passing shadow
For your mesmerized vision.

A woman is that summer rain
On your heated body,
Or that devastating
Storm on a
Moroccan
Desert.
She is both
Dust and wind,
Love and hatred,
Hope and despair.
She is nothing more
Than clear, cold water.

So drink the woman
As you taste
Water
Turned
Into good wine
And tell me, stranger...
How do you taste a woman?
thank you for all your comments and likes. never thought that this poem would be so appreciated. thank you again and again.
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