#gospel
“That was a beautiful thing.”
- “Really?
- It was more potent than I realised
(those cushions will stink for a week)
- It wasn’t like I’d planned
- I didn’t expect their reaction
- I didn’t mean to cause upset
- They looked at me like I was crazy
- I think Judas had a point
- Maybe I was hasty
- I should have thought about it more
- I could have spoken to Martha about it first
- I should have waited til later when the meal was over
- It wasn’t my place to do that
- I made a right spectacle of myself
- I think I might have done it just for the attention
- I can be impetuous I know
- I’m sorry – I’ll think twice next time
“You have done a beautiful thing for me.
“The rest doesn’t matter.
“I loved it and I won’t forget it.
“Thank you.”
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 6:52 AM UTC
How often do we live our lives
And barely show the fathers grace
Spout our mouths and speak out of place
And say our vocabulary is meant for us to survive
On this trial period we call Earth?
To defend our friends behavior because love blinds Righteousness
To cast aside prejudice, but tolerate blasphemy for togetherness
To dress for the masses, act in their classes, to fit in like a puzzle piece
We ruin his perfect plan acting unwise, throw feces over his masterpiece
Did we forget his birth?
To galivant with paint dominating our lifestyle
A flag we hold to our heart, and forget his sacrifice?
Millions love us on this very planet
But we have no access to heaven's facet?
Does all we do, have any worth?
I envy the old, steadfast in their faith
Seen as bigoted and harsh, yet certain of their fate
To be spat on, hated, slandered and told to burn
And yet deep in their hearts they still seek and yearn
The heavenly father, Christ almighty, having experienced a Rebirth
Faith comes with time, but the world doesn't hold it's punches
The kindest souls, mislead by their idols and Satan holds them in bunches
Rather comfortable amongst sinners of love than Christians of judgment
I sympathies for people who say that Jesus has no substance
Cause long ago, I too believed he should accept us, as we are
But he loves us all as we are, but wishes for our sins to be cast far
He isn't the man with a red halo, that sends us to the depths of hell
And Christ is willing to get you out of this dry spell
He isn't the hypocrite in the pulpit demanding your deeds get your right
Nor the online persona speaking only good news and lulling your justified doubt to sleep
He loves the homeless, the criminals, the lost and the ******
And rather you find peace in heaven, than be in hell crammed
He wants your soul and conversation more than your ritual
A love that shows 2 ways, and doesn't become habitual
It becomes Willing.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
I don't like medications,
But I've discovered a sleeping pill:
A preacher with all demonstrations.
Garbage ain't cabbage! Stop the anti-gospel spill!
Replaced the gospel with thick voice,
Still didn't suit you with your tailored suit.
The itineraries, English... wrong choice;
You're better off a prof or barrister at a lawsuit.
You said, and I quote:
"Enemy will fall and die and roast in hell." For real?
At this "gospel," you must be the GOAT,
'Cause how good a news does your gospel feel?
You want dead whom Christ died for?
Who has bewitched you, MOG?
So, if I'm sleeping at your gospel or sad humor,
Make no usher wake this sleeping emoji.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 5:17 AM UTC
We all wake up with a dream
That we’re gonna make it.
We all wake up with a dream that we "have it."
We sometimes wake up without a dream
That we’re gonna make it,
but the passion that we feel
Stays longing...
No matter the obstacles
That pull and push,
We've kept falling.
Gravity knows our pain.
Of course, yes, but I'm not saying
We should embrace it.
Fragility becomes our core factor.
I'm not saying we'll never make it.
Just the way we take
X + Y = Z,
We can figure out that stability is the key.
But how can we figure that out
When you hit the ground
And feel the pain at the back of your spine?
Simple, and I'm here to let you know that.
The supine position gives us
The chance to see the sunrise.
Vividly picture God telling you,
"Son, rise!"
Up on your feet, stand tall,
Not on your toes.
As he comes and grabs a chair
And offers it to you.
"Take a seat!"
Comfortably see my flows
When I was holding you
In your highs and lows
And I assure you, I will
Never stop.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've kept it from you
For you not to scream,
Not the light in you to dim.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've held it close, a secret theme
For you to find your inner voice
And let your heart be your guiding choice.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've kept it hidden, a silent scheme
For you to see the world with fresh eyes
And watch your hopes rise high.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've been shaping it, a work of art unseen
For you to see it come to life
And know that I've been working through the night
And here I am telling you,
Not all dreams are meant to fade.
When you wake, you'll find a new path made,
Because some of the most beautiful truths begin
As whispers in the silence of the heart within.
I'm just a poet.
Remove "p," an "oat."
Nevertheless, a less shameful sinner
With a backpack full of my selfish needs.
With a heart full of contradictions,
A soul with unmet desires,
You wear your flaws like a badge,
And I am drawn to your fires.
And he comes and asks me.
"Son, what is your belief?
'Cause one thing's for sure
Is that bag won't give you support when you fall,
But engulf your filthy sins.
You let your spirit feed on your body instead of your body feeding on the spirit.
Son, I'm here right now
And am always here for you.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
I raise my skeleton hand to the stars —
conducting a sonata of defiance.
Each bone sings in drop-D tuning,
each tendon, a string of disobedience.
The moon spins like vinyl on the turntable of God,
but I scratch it raw just to hear it bleed.
My lungs are cathedrals for smoke and memory,
my ribs, the bars of a cage that hums in 4/4 sin.
The cosmos is a church I burned for warmth,
and still the ashes orbit me like planets unrepentant.
There’s a galaxy carved between her thighs,
black holes blooming where creation hums —
celestial, unholy, holy again.
I touch the dark and call it choir.
Every pulse, a thunderous breakdown
played through the amp of desire.
We are two constellations stitched in static,
ink and blood sharing the same tempo.
She breathes galaxies into my mouth —
our smoke curls like nebula hymns.
Gravity can’t save us now;
we’ve fallen too beautifully to care.
So here I stand, spine straight as a staff,
baton in hand, middle finger raised to Heaven—
let them crucify my name in their silence.
I will not kneel to light nor shadow.
I am my own requiem,
my own religion of ruin and rhythm.
And when this body dissolves to stardust and echo,
remember—
I gave the universe no permission,
but it still called me divine.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC
In a daily moment discipline, the constant refusal to be hardened when
the world offers reasons to do so, even so there are memories that do not hurt
anyone anymore, a craving to be held onto too, a way healed in inner-bone remembers. Not
longer holding fast to it, mistaken intensity at all times as truth, forgetting that what
lasts, often speaks in a lower
Register. Leaving it behind. Sometimes I still care. But it’s time
for it to be completed. Still in fear of wanting deeply. Not even letting you know. Better than wanting nothing at all. Passages of life doesn’t alter understanding towards or inwards, it edits & alters in a molding changing, & what was honest, truthful, virtuous, Holy remains to glow stronger, because I kept wanting to become healthier. There is
particular grace for every day coming into existence & choosing to follow those bright lights from Heaven. Even joy carries a shadow, because it insists on being real. Even without
letting you know. Meaning carried out & expressed in fragments, in each place, requiring care rather than certainty, taking the cares away. The moral life in quiet consistency of
unobserved decisions & learned how
to pat myself on my back, smile & continue.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 1:33 AM UTC
God uses everything...
╔̸̢̧̛̗̲̰̺̹̤̦̮̈́̽̆̐̅̉̽̐̕͘͜͝ͅ҉̷̧̛═̷̨̰̺̫̗̲̬̹̤̾̽̆̐̅̉̽̈́̕͜͝҉̷═̸̷̡̧̛̹̰̬̲̻̺̫̘̗̰̹̤̿̊̈́̽̆̐̅̉̾̽̈́̕͜͝҉̷̧═̷̨̰̺̫̗̲̬̹̤̾̽̆̐̅̉̽̈́̕͜͝҉̷═̸̢̧̛̗̲̰̺̹̤̦̮̈́̽̆̐̅̉̽̐̕͘͜͝ͅ҉̷̧̛═̷̡̧̛̹̰̬̲̻̺̫̘̗̰̿̊̈́̽̆̐̅̉̕͜͝҉̷═̸̴͙̟̗̘̫̺̹̰̲̬̤̦̈̒̐̽̆̅̉̈́̾̽̐̕͜͠҉̷╗̸̷͔̘̩̫̗̲̰̬̹̤̦̮̺̌̽̆̽̐̾̈́̅̉̽̚͠͝͝╔̸̢̧̛̗̲̰̺̹̤̦̮̈́̽̆̐̅̉̽̐̕͘͜͝ͅ҉̷̧̛═̷̨̰̺̫̗̲̬̹̤̾̽̆̐̅̉̽̈́̕͜͝҉̷═̸̷̡̧̛̹̰̬̲̻̺̫̘̗̰̹̤̿̊̈́̽̆̐̅̉̾̽̈́̕͜͝҉̷̧═̷̨̰̺̫̗̲̬̹̤̾̽̆̐̅̉̽̈́̕͜͝҉̷═̸̢̧̛̗̲̰̺̹̤̦̮̈́̽̆̐̅̉̽̐̕͘͜͝ͅ҉̷̧̛═̷̡̧̛̹̰̬̲̻̺̫̘̗̰̿̊̈́̽̆̐̅̉̕͜͝҉̷═̸̴͙̟̗̘̫̺̹̰̲̬̤̦̈̒̐̽̆̅̉̈́̾̽̐̕͜͠҉̷╗̸̷͔̘̩̫̗̲̰̬̹̤̦̮̺̌̽̆̽̐̾̈́̅̉̽̚͠͝͝
Father spreading the sė̥ė̥d
Son set on the wọ̇rd
(Sun set on the wȯ̥rld)
you dealing with billin
im fillin the feeling and
fillin with worth
'fraidy you stuck on the ceiling
im walking with Christ
its victory served
░̽▓̐▒̈́░̾▓̽▒̷░̡▓̧▒̛░̹▓̰▒̬░̲▓̻▒̺░̫
Spirit...please : Observe
▓̶▒̰░̹▓̗▒̤░̦▓̮▒̰░̺▓̹▒═░̈́▓̅▒̉
Lucy lured light, perverted love absurd
Death disguised as gift, his deception is...[ ]
Turned down his smile, knew he lost his worth
been stressed in the chest since...
.......................+.. Hɨ̄s birth
Distressed from the fact that Mary said : "Yes"
& God said : "Very Good Work"
they say it's natural to sin, bro
(not a stretch to say)
we been dressed this way since the first
nah nah
its more Supernatural to win though
How a man gon' mince words
when you don't give a shirt
talk talk talk
faith is a verb
walk walk walk walk walk
out the matrix, Trinity dot dot dot
put out the hatred
Perturb Pharaoh with a thought
...From the Pit where Death is Kept
Angels carried what the grave can't accept
Resurrection—nothing left except
the pattern, the power, the light, the worth
Soul stay eternal, flesh decay to earth
Rod in my grip, faith got me level
Valley where death but I walk through the devil
Shadow need light, stay sharp as my arrow
Pattern been set since the stone left the gravel
▓̶▒̰░̹▓̗▒̤░̦▓̮▒̰░̺▓̹▒═░̈́▓̅▒̉░̽▓̐▒̈́░̾▓̽▒̷░̡▓̧▒̛░̹▓̰▒̬░̲▓̻
Seeds to pollen, high vine to low
Know by the fruit where the real ones go
▒̷░̧▓̛▒̤░̦▓̮▒̰░̺▓̹▒̗░̲▓̘▒̫░̬ ▓̸▒̴░̡▓̢▒̛░̩▓̰▒̺░̹▓̗▒̲░
Jesus - 100 sheep
not one lost
99 sheep
but 99 still too cheap a cost
so here's the deal
1 for 3, 3 for 1
dial 1331 for the real
1 life 33 years 1 promise
eternity tears
your cup, my life, honest
eternity tears
my dub nadda scream
on a sky dive // be honest
▽̰△̹▽̗△̤▽̦△̮▽̰△̺
God uses it all
▽̰△̹▽̗△̤▽̦△̮▽̰△̺
Come heavy, come weary, come broken from birth
Jesus paid the cost when we could never pay worth
Rod in my grip, faith got me level
Valley where death, but I walk through devil
Shadow need Light // Stay sharp, Arrow
Pattern been set since the Stone left the ...
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:04 PM UTC
Shifting from one horizon to the next.
I did count the costs.
What did I find?
Behold, His majesty is perfect!
He satisfies every need~
My king doth shew upon thee, sublime excellence with each passing hour.
Fiddling between generosity and mercy~
Each addition comes with hefty subtraction.
Every multiplication is directly involved in many dire divisions.
To which angle can you approach?
Hanging from a branch, does your head tilt or sway?
Still, woe upon those whom has stiffened their neck.
Along thy neck is the divine strangled into grief~
How can one expect to survive the cleansing fire while pinching veins!?
Let the rivers flow, fellow souls~
See to it, the eyes reveal the toll of all this you hold.
Set it in stone, that each passing grain of time remains in the bone.
Settle finely gems of wisdom from beyond the veil of your own hellfires.
Steal a glance of concern to the others as you march back to life.
This can and is done often~
For God does not sleep, but has many designs continuously coming to pass, day by day, brick by brick, night even unto night.......
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
God’s voice isn’t always loud,
sometimes he speaks inside of you.
That still, small voice that nudges,
convicts, comforts, or warns.
It is a personal dialogue between soul and Savior.
Your conscience is God’s courtroom in your heart.
It judges the choices,
reflects His law written within.
Ignore it, and peace slips away.
Listen, and you’ll find guidance.
But conscience alone needs training,
fed by the Word, sharpened by truth,
or it becomes a confused echo.
So honor your conscience,
but don’t let it stand alone,
let Scripture be the lamp it follows.
— Osahenoma writes ✍️✍️
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
God doesn’t only speak through thunder.
Sometimes, His voice walks in skin.
Not every man with a mic carries a message,
but the ones filled with heaven’s breath,
That teaches the undiluted Word of God.
He speaks through mouths surrendered,
voices broken before they were bold,
those who carry His Word, not their ego.
He warns through prophets,
He teaches through shepherds,
He comforts through counselors.
But test every voice.
Because not every pulpit echoes heaven.
Truth doesn’t shout the loudest,
it whisper but people often reject it.
So listen,
but filter every voice through the Word.
God still speaks through men,
but He never contradicts Himself.
Osahenoma writes ✍️
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
God’s voice is not absent,
We sometimes fail to notice his presence.
His Word does not always come like a flood,
sometimes, His Word drops soft,
like morning dew on a thirsty soul.
His tone is etched in ancient pages.
He speaks when you look into the Word,
not like a book,
but like a mirror that stares back,
revealing the truth about you.
The Bible is not mute.
It’s a mouth waiting to be opened.
We think hearing is enough.
But obedience…
obedience is the only ear faith has.
Osahenoma writes ✍️
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC
Written: 11/7/2025
The citizens Paul wished Christ would burn down their
houses of sin as he shared the secrets of the gospel jewels.
For rumors that spread they expected a nuclear pentecost;
a big strong pastor to regenerate men's souls.
A leader in a glowing white robe who could wipe
with his words the kabal and star of remphan.
His sight was a trial to their expectations, a super apostle
like Saul assumed; when he was possibly hobbling
possibly limping with a cane.
He preached and they received, to write the Galatia visit
on his laundry list.
The journey continue for another day.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
-A Psalm Of Johnson Regarding How To Get Saved
Because all have sinned and strayed away from God's path,
We are all deserving of his perfectly just wrath.
But God instead sent his equal to die in our place,
Because he is infinitely full of love and grace.
So in order to escape from your eternal doom,
You must believe God raised Christ from the dead in his tomb!
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
Green and refined,
Ancient and divine,
Only the devoted are blessed with the fortuity
To paint with your colors,
To master your intricate rituals,
To consume your ichor,
To worship each and every form you take.
Those who have never known you
Or refuse to bask in your light
Will call this idolatry or heresy,
That your right to be worshipped does not compare,
But they'll never know the privilege
Of feeling your warmth in their ephemeral bodies,
And tasting your sanctity,
So they can speak your tongue and cry their fervent praise.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
To speak out of turn, before the hour, allow me to welcome dear all that minded the call to witness truth, to sure the certain under law stand to see God in word of proverb to one reason all heared for greater good of all to one hope the house of just filled the endweek to open an act upon the best as far beauty of divine principle of kindness for brother soul to keep, new session to roles take heart to part in power entrusted to serve the hour of honor to do right by fellow we are in land we love of King we have art poetry and tells to love enemy and live flowerlike to be perfect. Before breaking the seal of the letter to cause, to keep in order be to praise our fathers gods as our tradition of one we kept of freedom practice and manifest and carry out in authority of our cross a thorn from a crown to Emanuel once again, as Sealers of right to humbled a brother's brother writ the word and kindest of power to grant Fathersons to granted have. In spirit as told be e'spected and 'cerned as the Kingdom always hearts to world be ever is for since, part from evil, allow the heart a rest, recognize the year, to bless. By the hammer to fall in love of fate what The truth and time in right of all the saved. To live and let die and sing in cora grato witt to the Collector of Gods at will of worth values the time and the date to the ship Daughter of Jerusalem, the first of the one we trust in and endure with and love to mother be where home.
Hear here. The seassion be! May the day be fair and more. Be most of man be god to measure the guilt compare to world have the higher order at heart and father foremost what lessons of merci to light a candle to beat the dark in kindness all living answers to, for question give, dont ask for life get to keep. Once learned to cry. Cry never again. Love like God in nine ways a year to star a map of ships to like a home keep way be sun and north to letter find marvel at the seal break, of all what accused a child of god poor in spirit the soul of forever to be, already dressed in white for god to sin is hell to water a field to hope for god and list before opened to dare a **** to who heared and written enough torn in half for heavens favore be kept in grace of what will or wont why. For God or devil what spoke of king the coin that two sides to lack to have to know a lion a child a man should if hour to art the minutes to second coming to wave a million stars i soul to be milion days to have hundred ways and folds and times to: Gods been generous to we, heared say for all are fed. And the coin flips and lands and magic cast a ward to love by heart a hundred fold a kiss the coin to land its fruit for whoever first all the sweet to sunny or rain to ignorance at stake n'sider nevermore be knowles mind to nevertheless inthought might to deny, bite from a bliss what ignorance the laugh of joke never heared and a world to forget never knew a hundred dreams it dreamt to have had a book of blank pages to witness a miracle at will call symethry a rose to shape a heaven verse a hymn to rise and fall to glad to all what been too have to allow heart a rest of hearts it beats laughs to voice and dreams asleep times to wake to know better for other tree there by the taste of no word to tell of what have but to compare to be best a very long word to name a soul as worst a very long time to take from death to birth as many drops to rain to be the daily bread of all apple tree of knowing to knowing better for desert of different sort to bare in surreal if soul the tree of life god picked and songbirds taught to sing a child be fed of seethrough the of light golden dawn to palms of hands have drink of grapes the wine of what gods do and immortal the core of no other tree bares for sake of love of endless to be come death over took but death one too many to live and die in romance instead of heart of gold to bet a final beat to enough to beatitude a serenade and reaper smile for the moment if wouldnt be the last wouldnt be forever and wonderful of souls tree grew a branch, to be like them.. i was recognized to be too dear to loose way to won to second born have come to win over the world. To be. I am. For the house be just
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
Son: which way to war?
World: asked the soldiers of grace.
Son: Song!
Men: Of those that answered the call, soldiers of named grace, answer to name: Song! If grace to ever come to peace.
Son: Men answering thousand cries heared: Word to Song!
World: Be redemption day tears of rain to water the battlefields of soul to fall in love to heart break to holy.
World: Wardone! Third age since the reason to argue dead of lesser evils to become to die in selfdestruction soul not bare to be left a place to fill not designed to backbone or future or any public reason, till public still reason lost in the new world.
Son: Wordone! Song..
World: To love match ruthless. Lamb to sent to wolf as told
Son: Name..
Men: To sing about, many
World: The singing of taught to forward to heaven costs life, the song to honor a part to own verse to forever and all, died to overcome death, till one heared to sing. Till every hear shall sing all the heavens repeat: holy! Since.
Son: The Singing Father
Father: Son every song a brother recognized the company have a tune to sing and cry to teach
World: "February Song!" At march sang: "soldier of grace!" Said: "To ask if to know to be" "which ways to war?" Kept from cold a heart of worry, nohow to be bold. With boys sang "song of name to be" Song: Brother's brother called to answer be "which ways to the world." Fathers son call: "the world to end" In the song: "singing!"
World: The february song every night a bar or drunk or old man to recall by Lord made a law to not be a night not heared honored an angel to responsible.
Angel: Song! Called on men march the mountains
Song: "Which way to Heaven"
Angel: "Here!" From a hill side told to save, for Lord pleased.
Soldiers of name: Grace: the Dom
7th Son, Lord to verse the hymn:
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Its the aesir to reason you
For matter of what soul
In due, is death that would
So dare yet find to cross.
Centories can mind or two
All at best be kept from
Ungrateful as bitter a fruit
Troubled aripe a venom.
In witt masterred the clue
For debt and till reason
Argued to name its value
Soul to have to be cost.
In wisdom weighted book
Soul saving of to worth
To practice become proof
Know to be of freedom.
Lived longer of any should
Worlds i come to know
New best call an every few
Hours twelve twice both.
Willed to call self introduced
Before far of every soul
Knew had language of tune
Come art supreme form.
Read from eyes all in true
Come to the collector
Due of gods understood
To proverbs skeleton.
Built from word time root
Come every ending of
Too late be the too soon
A home a rest a world.
Its the aesir to be excused
Work be lovemade word
New as dread as powerful
To be as limitless unknow
Written secret mirrorview
All charms willin souls
Rule in a spell more true:
Of right to be to, calls:
To be: RIGHT in the DUE -
PROVERB - SKELETON.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
Your phone is my Camera on buses, in stores, on the streets,
Every step tracked, no place to retreat from you all.
Our privacy given away to tech, no fight no question
yet you like the fool you are push my video camera from your space
telling me I have no right to film you face to face.
You sold our souls for the convenience of now,
But what’s left of us?
Where’d we go, and how?
We Serfs in polos,
the white-collar star bucks ******
Spoiled and arrogant, we’ve all been scammed.
Cell phones killed the magic its gone, the mystery slain,
All answers in pixels, no room for your tiny underused brain.
Spoiled,
pampered,
entitled, and
mentally neutered
by the over-processed, corporate-approved content that’s
spoon-fed through algorithms,
YouTube, and
Facebook clones of clowns social media vampires soulless and genderless.
They’re stuck in an adult-sized version of what should have been childhood Disney lessons,
but all those lessons are blurred and neutered into
sheeple
mediocrity.
Coddled,
wrapped in mommies ouch free band aides and tear free shampoo.
Constantly bought and sold
and always told
their feelings are the center of the universe,
and now they’re the ones mindlessly chanting “Team One Direction” and “Big Time Rush Forever.”
The same kids who were never " bullied",
never pushed to confront anything challenging,
or forced to step outside their comfort zones.
Phone out ,
take that ***** picture,
then run and tell
and post all the " bad men " from a one sided fairy tale mirror.
Everything curated,
everything moderated,
safe from the harshness of life, only to grow into adults who
are still trapped in the glow of their ‘safe spaces,’ feeding
on pre-packaged, consumer-friendly fluff. Making office life unbearable for real men
and even worse
voting and making
laws.
Still can't sleep without a night light. As the prison door slams again, another
unwanted pregnancy.
All our faces are known, in an instant, they’re there,
A snapshot, a database, no secrets to spare.
The world’s all exposed, no corner too dark,
We film every moment, every spark.
In an instant you have my address, my job
and all the rest.
Stalker fantasy
psychotic and legal and
plain to see.
A Karen’s outburst, a cop gone wrong,
We post it, we share it, we sing it in song.
No mystery left, no quiet refrain,
Just constant noise,
the endless campaign.
We’re all content now, our worth measured in likes,
Trapped in the web, shackled by swipes.
Participation trophies, and the sanitized comfort of never feeling a real blow.
The ones who grew up on Disney-fied lessons, where nothing’s too hard, nothing’s too real—just bright, happy images, perfect for minds that were never asked to do anything for themselves.
Diary of A Wimpy kid poster children.
Glamorized and loving it.
Bedazzled soccer mom minivan Blaring Brittany.
The same people who never learned to think for themselves now telling you what to think and
giving YOU the life time ban
. Because the world around them was designed to stop them from ever having to try
to cry
or question why.
When everything’s curated by the Google and Chat GPT A.I., when the world fits into a neat little echo chamber of controlled opinions, there’s no room for
independent thought,
no need to fight for your identity.
Who are you anyway ? It doesn't matter. Go do your project in a group
as A group.
No wonder they’re all so eager to cry and tattle like the sissies they are
all overweight tools, easily
satisfied with plastic idols, mindless likes,
and a world that offers everything delivered to their doors on
an Amazon Jeff Bezos ***** rocket silver platter. It’s the loudest, most vapid echo of a monetary , greed society that’s
already
prostituted itself. Toddlers in Tiaras . Cash me outside.
Her mer gerd.
From " Friends " to Highschool Musical.
Trump truly is what you deserve.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 3:13 AM UTC
Be like Pooh!
Gorge you way through
the gospel til you are full.
Relish its sweetness.
Feast on its goodness.
Let it so stain your lips
that your friends will insist
that your appetite is insatiable,
that you are incapable
of living any life
that is not fully sweetened
by the honey of the gospel.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC
Blinded by her own sins
She was walking in darkness
But she met the Light of the world
Who shone His light in her heart
Then her eyes were opened
And she saw the path of life
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 5:33 AM UTC
"Not guilty! God threw away my sins into the sea. Christ became a curse for me when He hung on a tree," declared a sinner turned saint.
"Free at last, I'm no longer bound by the past. I'm a new creation man, thrilled to follow God's plan," exclaimed a freed soul.
"I'm complete, God's love is so sweet. He fixed what was broken, and promised I won't be forsaken," sang a healed heart.
"So blessed, my soul is at rest. In Christ, I have victory over the works of the enemy," shouted a champion.
God gave them His kiss of redemption, and they experienced true liberation.
Come to His table, your life will turn around. He is willing and able, for His grace abounds.
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 12:38 PM UTC
The light of the Gospel shone
In her heart so broken and torn
Where sin was king enthroned
God made His only Son known
Divine being on earth was born
Became human, an object of scorn
Suffered and died on the cross forlorn
But death and grave were overthrown
In resurrection, Spirit power was shown
Her sins atoned, He calls her His own
The greatest act of love she's ever known
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 12:05 PM UTC
Cautious where my heart's placed,
careful where I show face,
when we reach the final lap,
start to see the true pace.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Jew wish to share the good fortunes,
the gossip makes the muzzle tight,
First you hear a lot of bark,
waiting till you bear the bite.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Can't always be right or liked,
the pallbearer to one who digs their own grave,
can't liberate one who sees freedom in chains,
Let me disclaim that I'm often the same,
I'll pause the refrain.
Starting to see a pattern feeling like an omnibus,
getting harder to know who to trust,
fool me twice shame on both of us,
I needed real ones to get me out my slum,
better wounds from friends than enemy hisses,
the certainty of a brides than volatile mistresses.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Bottom line is teeth are bones,
many playing an act like clones,
standing in glass yet throwing stones,
friends are few but fear is fatal,
thread between child-like and childish,
faith is so neonatal.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Learning where to seek applause,
not trying to make enemies without a cause,
best to make amigos but never know who i might offset when i take off,
need discernment to see the cain while I'm still able,
cause even if my blood cries,
I know it's been paid for.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
"When Christ calls a man he bids him to die."
Though it doesn't sound like the most bonne offer it takes away the fear of the grave,
grace would have a hollow cost if no price was paid,
the hand of ****** would still leave a thirst for retribution,
Dietrich knew the true ruler of the people,
the one who holds the keys,
which is why he confidently said before he was sent to be hung for protecting the young,
"this is the end – for me the beginning of life."
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 12:06 AM UTC
Deep within her stare value-laden eyes bare
Thou liketh compete with disciplined man
Prim proper equanimity assembled as plan
Serve glory to God; begone any despair
Grasping thy reality of excellence profound
Access vast depth of emotion- drowned
Dangling medals reaching out to touch
Through tranquility, stand by your ground
He pushed me open like a book untold
Words of the gospel used by mean
Daring as His veracity He loved me as bold
By sworn duty, I shall perpetually convene
Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 12:01 PM UTC
It’s early – the dominant sun rises, giving
a growing warmth as the urgent seeds dive deep
and the faithful sower dips his head,
dips his hand on repeat and sweeps his graceful arm
away from his small stomach, from his shrinking satchel,
trusting the seed to the sun
and working his way back to the feast.
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 5:50 AM UTC