"amos" poems
i like to be wise with my beautiful brown eyes
my thick thighs and my voluptuous size
fruit flies sticking to me cause i'm so sweet
i make the beats but dont eat that red meat
sensitive but calm and super duper collected
will get you wrapped around my finger, kid
pinky promises is how i keep it real
drinkin' tall boys, always breakin' the seal
addicted to my flavor, youll be on dis fashionistaquena
part puerto rican, but got money but not enough lend ya
crowds call my name and it keeps on echoin'
famous like the amos cookies, keep my green in a tin
i'm so frickin' visual, ROYGBIV colors make me trip all day
so vib-rant, i spy a red ant and rainbows are the color "gay"
lets collaborate, take your hands & drop all the hate, i just ate...
chips and dip, my lip ring fell out so i put in a paperclip
bobbypin in my hair, my lion locks
i'm like uffie "i pop the glocks"
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
THIS IS GOING TO BE A WORK COMPOSED BY ALL OF US. POETRY CAN BRING US TOGETHER. Comment the next lyric and I will post it with your name in parentheses.
Here I sit in this bitter cold(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into existence and dawn shall be upon us soon. (aesha nisar)
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)
There she plays in a twisted mind
bombarded with such torturous remarks, and a dark witty retort
don't fall victim to the spoon
once again observe the phoenix taking flight (L.K.)
Here I sit in the bitter cold,
Watching the sunshine fold,
Down beyond the horizon,
Along with it's shimmering gold(Arlen)
were I wept no one knows
Beautiful sunset pink, and yellow
even in the bitter cold
light shines in the darkest soul (L.K.)
for this is the place to be? I'm told
Shall I add a line, should I be so bold?
Or just sit here alone in the bitter cold(Terence James Potter)
alone in the bitter cold (L.K.)
There she plays in a twisted mind(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into(aesha nisar)
broken womb destined to the tomb
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)
As the paint peels off the moss ridden eaves
Watching The violent clouds sailing by(Nirali Shah)
just like the passing of the autumn leaves
moving your puppet strings, so sly(L.K.)
I'm not sure what to fill so I'll sit by this window sill(Chimera)
looking at the ****** of crows, and their fresh ****
sitting here solemn, and every so very still
do what thou wilt, let that be your will(L.K)
And the daylight still creeps coldly across the floor(Evelyn Ash)
wretched images of decaying bodies there like zombies
laying on cold steal floors, what is human anymore
even in the wretchedness I will endure (L.K.)
writing words on someone's soul(Cristina)
The one who stole mine, I've been told(Michael Wysocki)
I put my own name in parentheses(Joshua Amos Graff / J.M.G.)
so no one truly knows me(L.K.)
dysfunctional pull grasping the life out of me(patty m)
as I am chocking, hoping I begin to breath(L.K.)
with coffee stained teeth chattering and frosted skin vibrating( J.M.G)
I can't understand what you prophets are saying(L.K.)
Remembering the past of a life untold(Brandon K Stephenson)
Watching darkness as it takes a hold(L.K.)
This darkness has got a hold of me(Jaishree Kumar)
Remember that life will set you free(L.K.)
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
Melodramatic
Aryan
the waspy waspy
for Tori Amos
Go, go, go, go now
The car is here
But I forgot to leave the light on
But I too have never seen Barbados
I only want to keep your red head dancing
as you've kept my blonde head
dancing
a happy phantom
from China to New York City
a dancing girl
for so many years
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 12:52 AM UTC
FIRST: the poem which inspired...oh, yes, laugh--it's reminiscent of, of, would that be the old "the house that jack built"? ie, Joshua Amos Graff/aka Graff1980's poem--
Graff1980
4h@18:04, 29Oct17
Untitled
The phone store
is closed,
but I can still see
the sharp blue glow
of those
bright screens
blinking out at me
from the window
to the streets
where I am walking slowly.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2187429/untitled/
SECOND: the comment his poem inspired and which he too generously told me I "should post."--
[He said Jenny Williams]--Like a ghost none sees, catching the lurid eye of those eyeless windows to the black hole of an eerie yonder, the speaker treads as if slippered through the darkness which itself is alive and aware, the scene commonplace, yet rendered thus with a poignant ghastliness, a delicacy. Thank you for sharing.
THIRD: the sonnet which I told him I'd endeavour to compose from that same comment, yet which is a frustrating reminder why as Stella Armour was it? told me years ago she did NOT want to force thoughts into sonnets, and I heartily concur: I'd far rather pour the unformed thought into that "most exquisite form of poetry" than try to squeeze a complete thought into that "gilded cage"--
...for Joshua Amos Graff's poem--
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCCXXII)
Likeas a ghost none sees where streetlamps fence
The blacker shroud of night, how in betrayl
'Non catching lo, the lurid eye's detail
Of those more eyeless windows harking thence
Unto the black hole of an eerie sense
Of yonder, how you tread as if t'avail
Now slippered through the darkness which in pale
'Scuse ah, itself's alive and 'ware. What hence?
You only put down for the page as twere
That lonely walk through naked streets left to
None else. Yet where dead cellphones look in poor
Excuse out, la, you render thus anew
What's common, but whose ghastliness in tour
Is poignant, delcacies I cherish. You?
29Oct17a
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
Lookin' back on a memory
I seen the treachery scorn from.slavery
No realness that's what I feel.in me
blacks performing without the make up
take a look around you coonin' for you
the audience is the trick elites can **** a ****
if that ain't feelin' my ****
I shake up Hells Pits
I'm telling the truth open up ya eyes
I can't compromise
this new ******** settin' us back centuries?
Did Malcolm Martin and Edgers
die for free???
Naw lookin' at the black community
with an hawks eye view look how the new media spew
pawnin' off all this garbage *** new pop
emcees whites wanna be like me
so bad they glamorize off us
cause they kids can't feel us our real **** bust
play only old school records
that's my taste
eradicatin' smiles off corporate elites
pushin' Black face
Now some say the past is the past
how when I keep gettin' a newsflash about the past
twelve years a slave the help now the butler
I despise the ******** muthaphukka
and they say I'm racist I spit the truth
so what if it comes out chopped tooth
blowin' brains on the roof
once the topic is dropped **** all these phonies givin' them.props
I swear these nigguhs be actin like cops
steadily plottin' and waitin'
See a brother rise consciously he's suddenly
look down upon as an enemy
to America's epitome
yo I don't let the ******** worry me.bury me
with no name no tears to follow
I'll be remembered today but forgotten tomorrow
but my young thugs you can make.a change
powers in mind and pistols my word hit like missile
blowin' minds like land mines watch me climb
to the top though I'll be labeled
as a hater lil deebie riff raff iggy is straight up trash I know there greater
talent on the earth my own kind can get the shine
but these white youth puttin' Hip hop on the flat line
**** these company's pushin' Black face without the make up
look at Andy and Amos straight racism
now wake.up
black America they lockin' us down
and we ain't even makin' a sound
sometimes I wonder if it worth dying for my peeps
I rather conversate with the dead
like they still here feelin' no no fear
in this black face world
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
Estando yo en la mi choza pintando la mi cayada,
las cabrillas altas iban y la luna rebajada;
mal barruntan las ovejas, no paran en la majada.
Vide venir siete lobos por una oscura cañada.
Venían echando suertes cuál entrará a la majada;
le tocó a una loba vieja, patituerta, cana y parda,
que tenía los colmillos como ***** de navaja.
Dio tres vueltas al redil y no pudo sacar nada;
a la otra vuelta que dio, sacó la borrega blanca,
hija de la oveja churra, nieta de la orejisana,
la que tenían mis amos para el domingo de Pascua.
-¡Aquí, mis siete cachorros, aquí, perra trujillana,
aquí, perro el de los hierros, a correr la loba parda!
Si me cobráis la borrega, cenaréis leche y hogaza;
y si no me la cobráis, cenaréis de mi cayada.
Los perros tras de la loba las uñas se esmigajaban;
siete leguas la corrieron por unas sierras muy agrias.
Al subir un cotarrito la loba ya va cansada:
-Tomad, perros, la borrega, sana y buena como estaba.
-No queremos la borrega, de tu boca alobadada,
que queremos tu pelleja pa' el pastor una zamarra;
el rabo para correas, para atacarse las bragas;
de la cabeza un zurrón, para meter las cucharas;
las tripas para vihuelas para que bailen las damas.
896
how i wish you
would{n't} call
your voice
》shoves 》me 《back《
livingroom\ _waltzes\\ _ _
[ed> ray > amos]
~singing ~our ~songs
Tuesday ○pancakes○
&you;
inthosetiiiiIiiiinyshorts
Sundays _ trippin' _ in _ the _ sand
waves&clouds;
snuggledupintowels
cho/k/ing°°
on° laughs° as
umbrellas wisSsk byyyyyyyyyyy
all. that. slow. lovin.
<inourcozysheets>
& your breath [onme] was
all. i. could. ever.
need.
it | was | just |
a moment ago
i swear;
when-you-call
[mydarlingsweetestlove]
it's {no} hellllllll - p
At. All.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
Wrist-watch
Mini little hand clock
Tick tock tick tock
Brown, Leathery, rose gold
On the hand you used to hold
Clasped, fitted like a mold
You are gone,
But for how long?
Time ticks on
Bound
My amos
not ready for this loss
Metered chaos
Me and my wrist-watch
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
It's exactly one year
Since you left
This tiring cold earth
Your death
Gave birth to something deep
A wound, now a scar
I watch and feel everynight
A stubborn scar
That deepens with time
Instead of fading
Today this time
I was in a bus
Coming to your funeral
Disappointed like a dog without a bone
And an actor without a home
It's exactly 366 days since your death
Mordecai Amos Suga Masimbira
Died at nineteen before he grabbed
What he was working for
The Nobel piece prize in physics and chemistry
Even in your death
You're unconquered
And I will make you famous
Because you were denied
A long life
Which you deserved
Because to all you were perfect.
A perfect beacon of light
Through the family's dark night.
Words will never cover your void
And only when we meet again will I rejoice.
You live in my dreams
In my art
And in my heart
Which is still moaning like a dove
Solely standing on a thorny branch
Weeping sorely
With burning hope and love
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
What do you see beyond the line
Is what I want to see right here
The waterfall of heady wine
Where lies almighty bier
Where omnipotent is a clown
And modest lady is charming queen
Where beggar proudly wears a crown
Where blamelessness is really clean
Where everyone is blessed with chaos
Flawless spark of holy ones
Where prophecy of mighty Amos
Will plant a seed in heads of sons
Through a velvet curtains
I see a whole new world
Shall I be ****** in furnace
If all those words are bald
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
I lean back on my factory-fresh
Couch (that still smells of IKEA)
And turn that Jeff Buckley's Grace
Up so loud the cat escapes under
The bed; ears flat, wide eyed...
And remember. I flip through
My own history -forgotten love,
Nights of such beauty they
Forged themselves onto my
Mind. I see myself stronger;
Dumber. Rougher hands and
Mind.
I hear Chris Cornell and Tori
Amos in shared recollection.
I walked Oslo's paved streets
From a job I loathed.
But it was summer.
I was free.
I was a rock star waiting
To be.
I see hopes I had that remind me
It's not too late for that.
And begin to resonate with
*This is your time.
This is when you choose your
Future. Choose.
It's never too late for
Anything*.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
I wrote a documentary
that would have won a BAFTA
But nobody would fund it
It was not what they were afta
I pitched the plot to Netflix
cuz they have a lot of money
They sent me packing, laughing
“Don’t call us, we’ll call you, Sonny”
I lastly pitched to Paramount
hoping they’d save the day
They took one look at me
shook their head and said, “No way!”
It’s such a shame that no one knows
your worth unless you’re famous
I always seek some solace from
those cookies made by Amos …
Famous (yummy) Amos (yummy)
“Makes your eyes light up (and)
Your tummy say ‘Howdy.’”
© 2025 Mark Toney
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
Tened presente el hambre: recordad su pasado
turbio de capataces que pagaban en plomo.
Aquel jornal al precio de la sangre cobrado,
con yugos en el alma, con golpes en el lomo.
El hambre paseaba sus vacas exprimidas,
sus mujeres resecas, sus devoradas ubres,
sus ávidas quijadas, sus miserables vidas
frente a los comedores y los cuerpos salubres.
Los años de abundancia, la saciedad, la hartura
eran sólo de aquellos que se llamaban amos.
Para que venga el pan justo a la dentadura
del hambre de los pobres aquí estoy, aquí estamos.
Nosotros no podemos ser ellos, los de enfrente,
los que entienden la vida por un botín sangriento:
como los tiburones, voracidad y diente,
panteras deseosas de un mundo siempre hambriento.
Años del hambre han sido para el pobre sus años.
Sumaban para el otro su cantidad los panes.
Y el hambre alobadaba sus rapaces rebaños
de cuervos, de tenazas, de lobos, de alacranes.
Hambrientamente lucho yo, con todas mis brechas,
cicatrices y heridas, señales y recuerdos
del hambre, contra tantas barrigas satisfechas:
cerdos con un origen peor que el de los cerdos.
Por haber engordado tan baja y brutalmente,
más abajo de donde los cerdos se solazan,
seréis atravesados por esta gran corriente
de espigas que llamean, de puños que amenazan.
No habéis querido oír con orejas abiertas
el llanto de millones de niños jornaleros.
Ladrábais cuando el hambre llegaba a vuestras puertas
a pedir con la boca de los mismos luceros.
En cada casa, un odio como una higuera fosca,
como un tremante toro con los cuernos tremantes,
rompe por los tejados, os cerca y os embosca,
y os destruye a cornadas, perros agonizantes.
708
Kevin saw a Flash light
That bore a Lex-Shan moment. He called out for Joe
Who was running after Mimi
In a sound Paaz played when
Don danced off to the Asha tune.
Then Kent installed a Leby app
While Zalin blushed over the Toto belly ***
Which trimmed Noreen into a model
Phillip managed to fish out Jackie
And Tom yet discovered
Snipes arrested
After a blackout in Amos’ custody
As Kay and the rest Hihid.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
I heard about Adam.
I heard about Eve.
I heard about Noah and the animals.
I read Genesis to the very end.
I read about David.
I read about Bathsheba.
I read about Cain and Abel.
I read deeply the scriptures.
I read about God.
That everything was created by him.
And nothing can be accomplished without knowing him.
I read about Moses and Aaron and Amos.
I read about Ruth.
I read about De'borah.
I read about Mary of various kind.
I read deeply about the scriptures.
I was taught by the ministers.
I was taught by the evangelists.
I was taught by the teachers.
To the point I knew, what God required of us.
But more than those and others within the book.
I read about Jesus having the ability to resist the devil at every turn.
That he did everything in the name of the highest father.
Yes, I read and learned all this from the Holy Bible.
Many can call it by various names.
Change the importance people names around.
Still the message is the same.
And the truth would still be that without God you're nothing.
Except a soul seeking salvation.
I read this.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
i admire the way you purge
putting your face on,
your night shirt,
and then your love
you unwind time
like poetry
leaving traces of your
idiosyncrasies from
all the seasons
inside the seams
of your pillows
and ever
changing faces
you: like Amos Lee and your salty jokes
during the summer months
like exchanging faces beneath the linen
like your ceiling fan turned on to
blow the air
or the love away
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
August 23 2019 | 16:45
Tell me to walk, I will jog
Tell me to run, I will sprint
Tell me to be with you, I will fly
If the first phrases are the things you want me to do
I'll do it wholeheartedly...
...more than 100%
...It is the reality, it is TRUE
If there is a thousand miles between us, I'll close it
If you are at the top, I will build stairs
If you are on the ground, I'll go down the rope
If this is what is left to do...
Like a soldier, I'll follow the order
... more than 100%
... It's the TRUTH
If I run out of words to say
and all that is left to do is to hold you
then I'll hold you forever...
...more than 100%
... It is TRUE
I want to be the only rose from all your Lilies
I want to be the only sunflower from all your Cattleyas
To all the girls you've loved before, I want to be the one that happened after
If all these aren't enough...
Let me find another way to show you my love.
"I don't hold on to the tail of your kite"
Says the Tori Amos song I sing every night
Telling myself I won't hold on to anyone, and then, there is YOU
Tell me, again, why did I just check my phone at 8:22?
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
"Yeah, that's 'Almost' with an 'A', yup, kind like
'John Amos' but with a 't' on the end, also with
an 'l' between the 'a' and the 'm'..."
"Huh? Who's John Amos? jaysus feckin christ,
'Good Times'? The guy with the wide nostrils?
Bad example, sorry, let's move on..."
"...that's 'a' as in 'aardvark', 'l' as in... no no no, only
one 'a'... 'l' as in 'lemur', 'm' as in... 'murder' (this
person knows how 'aardvark is spelled?) 'o' as in
'o my god', 's' as in... 'seizure'- yeah, that's 'seizure'-
S,E,I,Z,... no no no! not 'c'! 'z' as in 'zoo'... 'u' as in
******* christ) 'UNICEF'... yeah, UNICEF, I think it's
an anagram... huh? ANAGRAM! with an 'a'! 'a' as in..."
"Okay, so that's 'a'... where the **** were we? NO
I WON'T WATCH MY LANGUAGE! Anyway where
the **** are you? Mumbai? As in former Bombay?
(why'd they change the name?)... and why do they
only train you in English cuss words? What was that?
What I just said or how do I spell my name? o crap just
never mind."
"...'o'? What's after 'o'? You mean you're actually keeping
track?!? wow! Forget what I said about your training-
you're a ******* genius... O... no, not 'o'! Only one
'o'! So, one 'o', not two, not..."
"In fact, **** it, I don't give a **** anymore, add an 'o'
to my name, call me "Almoost" call me "Bitchface", huh?
You wanta know how I spell Bitchface?"
"Where were we... 'o'... NO! NOT A THIRD 'O'!"
" 's' as in **** **** **** and 't' as in um, Tel Aviv
... hello? HELLO???"
"O my god o my god omygodomygod I just got
disconnected!"
"NOOOOOOOO"!
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to *****
Oh who
The time is getting closer
Oh who
Time to be a ghost
Oh who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been?
So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin
Oh who
The time is getting closer
Oh who
Time to be a ghost
Oh who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I've been, yeah?
Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could truly love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see
Oh who
The time is getting closer
Oh who
Time to be a ghost
Oh who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been?
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
1.Today I am not celebrating the greatness of one nation but the wonder of humanity as a whole, and the hope that the illusion of borders, nations, races, religions, genders, and all other distinctions used to classify and separate will dissolve in order to form a more perfect union
2.You do yourself a disservice when you forget that we are not separate and in competition, but part of a collective that spans more than hundred thousand years in the past and hopefully a hundred thousand more in the future. Lifting up the weak strengthens the whole, educating the young enhances the potential future. Kindness and wisdom our the gift of the human.
3.Sometimes I forget the heart of me; that little boy who dreamed of love and fairness. Sometimes the road darkens, the heart is broken, but eventually I come back to the core of me. I am a child of light and love. So come dance the dance of humanity with me, grow and live to see the beauty in truth and our potential. We can be better.
to all with love
Your humble human scribe
Joshua Amos Graff
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
no tienen idea de lo que es pedir un deseo al universo en altas horas de la madrugada
solo para agradarles
no tienen idea de la soledad que se siente cada vez que uno de ustedes me deja sin razón
y nunca sabrán el esfuerzo que hago para una conversación mantener, y que piensen bien de mi
vencer mi ansiedad social no es fácil, más lo logro; sin embargo no saben lo mucho que aumenta al ver que no les importo, y tampoco se agradan al estar conmigo
escribir versos llenos de dolor y soledad se han convertido en mi rutina
mi mente en blanco intentar dejar, para luego sin intención volver a recordar se ha vuelto en aquella gota de agua que cae lentamente en mi cabeza
torturándome
¿pueden pensar en los demás? ¿por solo un pequeño momento?
no todos son como ustedes, rodeados de personas, rodeados de amigos, gente por todas partes, les da igual si esa gente se va o si llega más
piensen en el gran daño que le hacen a alguien que no es así
alguien que los considera importantes
y que de cierta forma siente admiración por ustedes
alguien que se sonroje cuando les haga reír, no porque guste de ustedes, sino por haber logrado que rieran por algo que esa persona dijo
alguien que aprecie cada detalle que ustedes den
alguien que aprecie más que nadie su forma de ser
alguien que quiere ser como ustedes y les toma como ejemplo
nunca sabrán lo que es soñar despierto sobre ser amigos cercanos, sobre tomar fotos, ir a lugares
más despertar viendo que esa persona ni siquiera le dirige la palabra
las preguntas constantes hacia si mismo “¿soy tóxico?” “¿hice algo mal?” “juro solemnemente que podría cambiarlo”
pero no, nunca entenderán, porque son los putos amos, son los mejores, son los dioses, los ídolos
solo tengan algo de humanidad por un maldito momento ¿si?
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
i burned myself today
and to say i didn't enjoy my skin sweltering
would be a lie.
it begins to sting.
and i know the ****** is waiting to occur.
watching it char like a dandelion in a bed of roses.
god the intrigue.
it begins to boil.
hot like the unrepentant geraldines
tori amos composes music to.
but alas solace comes when the skin is ripped open.
i partition the awe
and while my skin cells may die,
my soul remains intact
for
now.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
WOW!!!
IMAGINE BIBLICALLY DONE ART
I went to Genesis hotel through Exodus road. On the way, I saw Leviticus recording the Numbers of people at Deuteronomy, while Joshua was waiting at the Beautiful gate for Judges to see Ruth calling loudly "Samuel ! Samuel ! At a stage, the first and second Kings of Chronicles 1 & 2, were coming to visit Ezra, Nehemiah and Esther for the misfortune of Job their brother. They started singing Psalms and teaching children Proverbs concerning Ecclesiastes and Songs of Solomon. This coincided with the period that Isaiah was engaged in Jeremiah's Lamentations together with Ezekiel and Daniel their friends. By that time, Amos and Obadiah were not around. Three days later, Hosea, Joel and Jonah travelled in the same ship with Micah and Nahum to Jerusalem. Habakkuk then visited Zephaniah
who introduced him to Haggai a friend of Zechariah whose cousin is Malachi.
Immediately after the tradition, Mathew, Mark, Luke and John got involved in Acts of the Romans who were behaving like the 1st Corinthians group because the 2nd Corinthians group were always at loggerheads with the Galatians. At that time too, they realized that the Ephesians and Philippians were close to the Colossians, and a suggestion for the first Thessalonians visit was made, and that on their second Thessalonians visit, they should first of all see the first and second of the Timothy brothers who had gone to the house of Titus to teach Philemon his younger brother how to read and write in Hebrew. On hearing this, James asked Peter twice to explain to him how the three Johns have disclosed to Jude the Revelations of this journey.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
There was a time to laugh and mock, that time is done and gone
You went on your merry way, you sang your marry song
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Soon, very soon, your marry song will die
Joy turned into grief, now I will tell you why (Matt 24:37)
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There is a Book you should have read, to late to late to start
You had that Book it gathered dust, took it not to heart (Amos 8:11)
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There is one book, in this Book, it is the very last
Seven years will come, this time approaches fast (Dan 9:24)
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You were warned, did you head? Go and sob and pray (Gen 19:14)
Take the MARK, burn in Hell, FOREVER there you'll stay (Rev 14:11)
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You said the Sinner’s Prayer, so why are you still hear?
Unless my Father draws you, no one can come near (John 6:44)
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I’ll be back, I’ll be back, on a valiant steed (Rev 19:11)
I have a Rod of Iron, to me you're going to heed (19:15)
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC