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James M Vines May 2019
Leaders stare at each other and pretend that they are kings. Armies march on parade as nations look on with pride. Poverty fills the streets as children play in the dirt. Threats are hurled as young men are sent to war. The rich consume the resources of the world like Locust devouring a wheat field. Citizens are fed a diet of lies as the puppet masters make their plans . posturing and preening while others bear the burden of their selfish ways. Such are the way of governments as they rattle the Sabre for no reason at all.
James M Vines Apr 2019
Shards of the pieces of broken lives lay along a rugged path. Lost hopes and tear stained dreams lay forgotten. The world walks by them and gives it no thought. Prayers go up but there seems to be no answer, but if you look closely and follow the path you will see where all of the misery ends, up on a hill called Calvary, on an old rugged tree. Where the son of God was crucified for you and I, that we may be free from sin and gain eternal life.
James M Vines Apr 2019
The orator speaks as the masses run towards the flame. Not the light of knowledge, but the radiant beacon of ignorance. The masses embrace the false comfort of surrender as they bask in the light. Life is too hard and we must not think for ourselves. Release us from responsibility they cry, give us our desires and protect us as we give up bits of our freedom for false security. Many are mesurized by the hypnotic words of the Sphengali's that promise them everything, but deliver little. The fault of your life is too much freedom surrender and be at ease. To those who go willingly the dissenter are the obstacle that must be overcome. As the mass delusion carries the masses to their doom, some struggle against the light of ignorance, but in what seems a futile fight. The curtain begins to fall on freedom as democracy is replaced with lies. So goes the book of liberty as the chapter of the script of ignorance heralds the end of a story as freedom is closed out of the scene.
James M Vines Apr 2019
People had stopped coming and the bells no longer rang . The old gospel hymnals collected dust and the stained glass was faded and cracked. They pushed the doors closed and then nailed them shut. The cross was taken down and they breathe a sigh of relief. No longer would they have to hear The Sermon on the Mount. The Ten Commandments were thrown aside and they gave a gleeful shout. The world thought that christanity was done. No more churches were left, the battle was finally won. While they were celebrating, God was looking down from upon his throne. They had boarded up the buildings, but the church was not gone. Despite the world's best efforts, to tear God's people apart, what they could not understand is that God is in every Christians heart. So one by one, those who were left continued to spread the word. Though the hymnal were dusty, songs of praise could still be heard. From every single person that carried God in their heart, songs of praise filled the throne room and brought joy to the creators heart. Despite their best efforts, christanity would not die. Even though the nailed the church doors shut, God's word did still abide. For what they did not consider was that God does not exist in a single place, but that his cathedral is all of creation, for he is God that created everything.
James M Vines Mar 2019
I am up then I am down. I live on an emotional Merry go round. I never know who I will see in the mirror when I wake. I never know what kind of day it will make. My life is a mixed up cake full of pills. A discolored bottle is where I get my thrills. Pink, blue, white and green pills. Several times a day they make things very real. I live in a drug induced stupor, people call me brave, my mom says I am a real trooper. All I want is for the fog to go away, perhaps I can be the real me for just one day. How did life end up this way? This is not the existence I would have chosen, but I have personalities by the dozens. Being one of my many selves is not always appropriate, welcome to the world of my psychosis.
James M Vines Mar 2019
Mommy has manicured nails and daddy pays all of the bills. I walk around in high heels, oh what a pampered life. I have an awesome boy friend, he lets me drive his Mercedes Benz. I love his rippling muscles as he wraps his arms around me. I don't shop at retail stores, only the best from Christian Dior. Funny how money can open doors, yes I am rich. So what if I am a little spoiled and I never get my soft skin soiled. I have servants to take care of that. I spend my days looking amazing, sitting by the pool with my friends. What a shame it would be if this life were to ever end. So I will work on my smile, keep my figure all the while, I have money to burn. When will the little people ever learn, they all like what they see. All of them want to be like me. I am famous for being rich and they say I am a little *****. I will just sit here a while, perhaps take a few selfies and smile as I feed my dog Caviar. Perhaps I will just become an online star. Smiling as you dream of being rich like me, I am just a little entitled you see.
James M Vines Feb 2019
Like ants we scurry around and think we truly matter. We build sand castles and believe we can achieve immortality. In truth like children on a seashore we labor in vain. The waves from the ocean of time sweep away what we have built. No matter our perception, our existence in this world is finite. What we leave behind little but memories of our ghost. In the end we complete our short journey, while eons pass the world turns and the cosmos changes, and yet we exist for only a second and wonder that we even matter at the end of it all.
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