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Our Savior, turn our sufferings, sorrows, and pain into Beauty.
Our Savior, saves us from so much more then just going to h3ll.
Our Savior, saves us from bad decisions and from physical death at time.
Our Savior, heals our lives, our everything when we lay it down for him to heal.
Our Savior,  shall raise us up and we shall soar high when we obey him.
Our Savior, fills our Hearts and Lives with Love for and from others too.
Our Savior, is the only one that never turns from us when our Life fail.
Our Savior, died so that we may live, Christ lives and since he lives so do we.
Our Savior Loves us no matter what we have done in our past lives here.
him
 Feb 2017
SøułSurvivør
This is an appeal to those
Who believe they are a god
Can you use your great power
To bring flowers from the sod?
Can you even handle life?
Don't you find it odd
You're not that great at OT VIII?
Is this where we applaud?

Can you create a sunrise?
Let's just raise the bar...
Can you spin the GALAXIES?
Much less light ONE STAR?

We all WANT great powers
It's simply our design
To be enthralled with Superman
But, brother, we are BLIND.
What happened to great empathy?
Why are we not KIND?

Yes, we all want to be as gods.
But the TRUTH is plain
We can't conceive a UNIVERSE
With our puny brain!

So your folks are in the movies?
In the tabloids? On TV?
Do THEY conceive a single moon?
Can THEY call peaks to BE?
We can only gain true power
Through the Trinity
Father. Son. The Holy Ghost.
They hold INFINITY!

Now I ask you. Can YOUR "Church" last?
Stand the test of time?
I put to you this blatant fact...
The CHRIST IS STILL SUBLIME!
For more than two millennium
He STILL has poets rhyme!

But most if all, how do you rate
In THIS point, hand in glove?  
You rail against your enemies
You TRASH the LORD ABOVE!
You believe in POWER. CONTROL.

WE BELIEVE IN LOVE.


Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/27/2017
The fifth in my series.

OTHER VIII: The highest level of spiritual
"Enlightenment" and "Power"
in Scientology. It is the product of many
many hours of *very expensive "PROCESSING"*

This is an appeal to those folks in
Scientology.

YOU'RE ON THE WRONG SIDE!

-
 Feb 2017
Valsa George
Like a toddler taking maiden steps
The narrow stream moves through the woods
Tripping and falling over pebbles and boulders
Chiming its silver anklets

Forcing itself in irrepressible flow
It thrusts and shoves its way down
Through thickets and a line of ferns
And the tangle of creepers and thorny brambles

Drowning the whisper of bamboo leaves
Its sweet murmur falls in my ears
As an eternal living melody
The cosmic song heard over eons

As the water sluices down the rocks
It becomes a frothing braided torrent
Producing a harsh grating roar
Like the crescendo of a tribal symphony

There it forms into a small pool
With its waves gently rippling
Where birds merrily come to take a dip
And sunning their feathers, fly back refreshed

Sometimes travelling unseen
It suddenly emerges into the open
Cutting its way through cracks and fissures
Never willing to surrender before hurdles

With a bearing immaculate in grace
It sends out waves of pure delight
What joy it is to watch the dilly dally
Of this sedate pilgrim moving to its destination
 Feb 2017
martin
beneath
her
perfect
skin
only the
chosen
view
the scars
 Feb 2017
martin
Election fever across the nation
Sifting truth and misinformation
We cast our vote
More in hope
Than in expectation
UK general election May 7th
 Feb 2017
phil roberts
See through
Tall under the sun
Crawling beneath stars
In night-time skull
Thoughts behind eyes
Behind dreams
Under darkness
And above light

See through
Pretended truths
Without words or form
Shadow shapes
Lay like death
Choreographed corpses
Meaningless memories
Damaged dreams
Piled upon writhing hopes

See through
Tender tragedy
Daily despair
Grasping at lies like air
And in the stillness of dawn
The cold of morning light
Water drips
Or maybe blood
Tapping through silence

                                     By Phil Roberts
A foreigner's view on "Trumpism"
 Feb 2017
Edward Coles
Somewhere, amongst the debris
of cigarettes after ***,
chemicals to induce sleep,
I forgot what it means to love.

I forgot what it means to breathe,
to sit still, and just be.

Somewhere, beneath these hooded seams
of solitude and well-versed grief,
beats a heart less cynical,
less tamed by vague distraction.

My nervous ticks and bad habits,
line of best fit for a near-hit
of satisfaction:

This is not enough, I know.
This is not nearly enough
to cool the bray of life
that still rattles meaning in my bones.

I forgot what it means to love,
what separates a house from a home.

Somewhere beyond this thirst
for brand-new words
is a gratitude for all that has been.
Every cliché holds a truth.

Every sentiment, a cocoon,
that I should lie so still inside

until I am wholesome,
until I am new.
C
 Feb 2017
Daniel Tucker
And you and me are still
Young enough to really live
We are simply melding
Into another season of emotion
The years are just beginning
To gray what they have claimed
And have been allowed to claim

The wind blows away what it can--
What cannot be tied down

Keep whispering
Your soul into my soul
Keep primal scream tears          
Falling into my primal soul

Keep filling up the empty spaces
Keep creating empty spaces

Tearing down the vacant walls
Building up new walls

Opening locked doors
Locking others in turn

As we forever transform together
Under the aegis of the Immortal

As we grow like the roots
Of the banyan tree

Hanging down with the branches
Helping to provide shelter
As we slowly grow closer
To the sweet earth
In silent anticipation
Finally touching
Slowly penetrating
Gently pushing deeper
Until we are of one purpose

Deeply rooted by the banks
Of the Eternal River
That descended from heaven
And flows through
Human spirit transformed

Life-giving water running slow
And deep the source of your whisper--
True essence in deepest longings

Flowing into my source
Pockets of holy energy overflowing
Slowed down to a trickle at times
Going full circle and
                                     Back and forth
From out of reach channels

That something deep beyond
                     The starry masses

That something some call love

That something some call God

That something flowing & living
                                  In me & you.
©2017 Daniel I. Tucker

...that something you cannot quite put your finger on...
 Feb 2017
Ola Radka
There are
only
two thoughts
in the language
of
our souls,
Fear
and
Love.
Faith, fills me with Truth kept hidden from the world.
Mercy given to others, because I received it as well.
Love I give to you and others freely , for it fills my heart.
Grace I been given even though I am undeserving of it.
Saved by Christ , through Faith knowing that God .
Has took my place on the Cross dying for my Sins.
Thus rising up , revealing to his Disciples that he lives.
Then going to Heaven, so that he could sit next to the Father.
So that all of us whom believes, and work out our Faith.
Can become Children of God, loving others into the Kingdom.
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