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1 Kings 6 King James Version (KJV)

6 And it came to pass in the four hundred and eightieth year after the children of Israel were come out of the land of Egypt, in the fourth year of Solomon's reign over Israel, in the month Zif, which is the second month, that he began to build the house of the Lord.

2 And the house which king Solomon built for the Lord, the length thereof was threescore cubits, and the breadth thereof twenty cubits, and the height thereof thirty cubits.

3 And the porch before the temple of the house, twenty cubits was the length thereof, according to the breadth of the house; and ten cubits was the breadth thereof before the house.

4 And for the house he made windows of narrow lights.

5 And against the wall of the house he built chambers round about, against the walls of the house round about, both of the temple and of the oracle: and he made chambers round about:

6 The nethermost chamber was five cubits broad, and the middle was six cubits broad, and the third was seven cubits broad: for without in the wall of the house he made narrowed rests round about, that the beams should not be fastened in the walls of the house.

7 And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither: so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.

8 The door for the middle chamber was in the right side of the house: and they went up with winding stairs into the middle chamber, and out of the middle into the third.

9 So he built the house, and finished it; and covered the house with beams and boards of cedar.

10 And then he built chambers against all the house, five cubits high: and they rested on the house with timber of cedar.

11 And the word of the Lord came to Solomon, saying,

12 Concerning this house which thou art in building, if thou wilt walk in my statutes, and execute my judgments, and keep all my commandments to walk in them; then will I perform my word with thee, which I spake unto David thy father:

13 And I will dwell among the children of Israel, and will not forsake my people Israel.

14 So Solomon built the house, and finished it.

15 And he built the walls of the house within with boards of cedar, both the floor of the house, and the walls of the ceiling: and he covered them on the inside with wood, and covered the floor of the house with planks of fir.

16 And he built twenty cubits on the sides of the house, both the floor and the walls with boards of cedar: he even built them for it within, even for the oracle, even for the most holy place.

17 And the house, that is, the temple before it, was forty cubits long.

18 And the cedar of the house within was carved with knops and open flowers: all was cedar; there was no stone seen.

19 And the oracle he prepared in the house within, to set there the ark of the covenant of the Lord.

20 And the oracle in the forepart was twenty cubits in length, and twenty cubits in breadth, and twenty cubits in the height thereof: and he overlaid it with pure gold; and so covered the altar which was of cedar.

21 So Solomon overlaid the house within with pure gold: and he made a partition by the chains of gold before the oracle; and he overlaid it with gold.

22 And the whole house he overlaid with gold, until he had finished all the house: also the whole altar that was by the oracle he overlaid with gold.

23 And within the oracle he made two cherubims of olive tree, each ten cubits high.

24 And five cubits was the one wing of the cherub, and five cubits the other wing of the cherub: from the uttermost part of the one wing unto the uttermost part of the other were ten cubits.

25 And the other cherub was ten cubits: both the cherubims were of one measure and one size.

26 The height of the one cherub was ten cubits, and so was it of the other cherub.

27 And he set the cherubims within the inner house: and they stretched forth the wings of the cherubims, so that the wing of the one touched the one wall, and the wing of the other cherub touched the other wall; and their wings touched one another in the midst of the house.

28 And he overlaid the cherubims with gold.

29 And he carved all the walls of the house round about with carved figures of cherubims and palm trees and open flowers, within and without.

30 And the floors of the house he overlaid with gold, within and without.

31 And for the entering of the oracle he made doors of olive tree: the lintel and side posts were a fifth part of the wall.

32 The two doors also were of olive tree; and he carved upon them carvings of cherubims and palm trees and open flowers, and overlaid them with gold, and spread gold upon the cherubims, and upon the palm trees.

33 So also made he for the door of the temple posts of olive tree, a fourth part of the wall.

34 And the two doors were of fir tree: the two leaves of the one door were folding, and the two leaves of the other door were folding.

35 And he carved thereon cherubims and palm trees and open flowers: and covered them with gold fitted upon the carved work.

36 And he built the inner court with three rows of hewed stone, and a row of cedar beams.

37 In the fourth year was the foundation of the house of the Lord laid, in the month Zif:

38 And in the eleventh year, in the month Bul, which is the eighth month, was the house finished throughout all the parts thereof, and according to all the fashion of it. So was he seven years in building it.
OUR GOD IS ALIVE.!!
Kyle Andree Ore Aug 2013
the heart is the most deceitful thing there is.
the brain knows that.
we just find it hard to understand.
  
what we generally perceive as love is nothing
but a mere illussion of what we're missing,
what we want.

the rush of emotions we suddenly experience
is so overwhelming that we can't grasp
its true intention.

we are building false hope in ourselves,
and we feed the thought
and excitement.

when we deeply think about it,
we are just inlove with the thought
of being in love.

it's more of a feel-good trigger
we unleash if we lost that
adrenaline.

it's that fairytale ending we have in our
imaginations that waters the seed
of romance in our hearts.

sad thing is we don't live in a fairytale.
i might insist pessism in your thought,
hey i don't write your love story.

blame it all in the confusion and lies
about love and your fairytale dreams,
your ever-after might not be within reach.

love is an illussion.
a trickery even rocket scientist can't explain.
mind boggling fantasies about prince and princesses.

but there is hope. ( an accomplice)

hope that even if you don't live in a castle nor rule a kingdom
believe that someone will treat you as the princess
far better you imagined yourself.

and when that day comes you might want not stay in neverneverland.
you don't grow old there.
what's the point of i-wanna-grow-old-with-you line?

love is a dangerous and a beautiful thing to enjoy.
its like sinking in a quicksand of bliss.
or swimming in a sea of chocolatey sea of tears.

but remember that in the midst
of everything you
beLIEve
in is a
LIE.

be careful.
Elizabeth Fruin Sep 2014
I wish my opinions would echo out
Clear as the dj doing a shout out
See my words make the sound of silence
My thoughts are seen as an act of defiance

I sit back in the dark
Scared I'd leave a mark
Scared to make a squeak,
The only time you'd hear my voice is if I were forced to speak

But I'm done with that
Its time I start swinging back
defending what I believe
Not caring bout what you perceive

I'm done with the wall flower persona
Cause I'm about to go super nova
I'm bursting out with this revolution
'cause I'm tired of living this illusion

The make believe image of peace
Acting like crime isn't obese
Pretending that the skies are blue
'cause these lies are far from true

The lies of our country
Like how there is real equality
But as long as we see this as reality
We can not be seen for our humanity

And only When
When more than a few see it as priority
Then we can really live in a true democracy

A place we are able to call home
With honor and dignity
So we don't have to roam

I don't want ppl seeing us as weak and cheap
I want them to follow us like sheep
I want us to be history makers
Not generation breakers

I see other people turning their heads
Wondering if I should be on meds
'cause my ideas are crazy
But if you ask me, they're just lazy

They don't have the energy
to fulfill our destiny
So I'm here to give you a needed nudge
Its time to stop walking and trudge

By any means necessary some seem to say
But their actions tend to stray away
'cause there is no easy way out
Unless your willing it bow out
But I refuse to quit
Who would that benefit?

So instead of sitting back in the dark
instead of being Scared I'd leave a mark
Instead of being Scared to make a squeak,
Instead of you only hearing my voice when I'm forced speak

I'm going to stand in the spotlight
Make sure my mark is a winning fight,
Make sure my squeak is a roar
And that my voice is accounted for

If you feel you want this hidden anarchy
Feel free

But don't expect me to take the back door
Or to play possum on the floor
'cause I'm bursting out with this revolution
Cause I'm tired of living this illusion

- E.A.F
Sunil Kumar S Jun 2016
I remember the Day
I stared at her Like An innocent Lamb
In a blink, She Disappears.
I remember the Day
I had a Word with her
In my Eyes, that still Flutter.
I remember the Day
I found Myself Smiling Alone
In a room, without any reason.
I remember the Day
I was touched by her Warm Heart
In the midst of a Small Talk.
From then I stopped remembering Days
I was living in the moments then.
All of a sudden
I realized it was an Illusion of dream
I lived in a dream
I lived in Illusion
But My heart kept sounding that
That illusion was closer to myself.
Though I was depressed at that moment
Because I missed the best part of  Dream.
Back to sleep dreaming her
“THE UNIMAGINABLE”
Maman Screams Jan 2014
You'll never breathe the air that you desire
You aim high up only to fall in complete dire
You search for pieces of what's left unattended
The pain for pleasure heavenly greeted
The thrill rides will never be on favour
Hallucination agents dilating pupils
Producing optics illussion of colours
Reflecting mirror emotions taints
Through cracks of the window panes
Countings stars that steal flames
Flickering lights of blinding fame
De Ja Vu striked you rebelling
For this world not the reality claimed
Only temporary trial and error games
For what's down beneath indulging
This sweet bedazzling lies conjuring
Worshippers who breathe yet still denying
Organizing multiple ******* swines
Downloading stereotypical in the line
To shore your life's daze in waves
Capturing precious ocean's bay
Till the knightly light gives way
For the elegant moon cautiously lay
Theatrical role play of regrets portray
From worrying writes which convey

Nirvana awaits for those who ....

A strip of paper that was torn at the edge
Which could only be found deep within
Heart's page

©2014 Maman Screams
Originally written on 3rd June 2009 Wednesday
Edited on 26th January 2014 Sunday

Manage to rediscover this piece from my old blogspot.
Victor Marques Dec 2009
Chaque jour, chaque nuit,
Á la recherche de l'infinie.
Ton ombre me fait compagnie,
Sans toi je vis.



Les moments de notre amour,
Les chemins avec des mûrs.
Les fleurs que tu as cueillis,
Sans toi je vis...



Toujours with les beaux sourires,
Un oiseaux qui voulait partir...
Je me souviens de ta machine á écrire,
Ton visage, le souvenir...




Le papier blanc toujours passionné,
Mon amour est blessé,
Tous les mots avec tendre passion,
Je vis e navigue dans ton monde d'illussion.


Victor Marques
- From Network, wine and people....
Afrodita Nestor Mar 2016
Illussion is what you are
An imagination
A fairy tale
A never ending story

You messed with my mind
melted my thoughts
raised my heartbeat and
killed my sanity

Illusion is what you are
and illusion is what I feel
when I am around you
though the pain is real

Be a better (wo)man
than the one
that stepped onto my heart
and crashed it
Copyrifht Afrodita Nestor
Is everything an illussion?
Well, lets try and overcome illness, affirming we are well.

Health is a treasure
Energy transforms
All into else~where
Love is the law.
How to heal yourself.
Self love. Love your
life, cherish health.

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
18.1.2015
Akira Chinen Apr 2016
How is justice served
By our children
Murdering our children
Where in their spilt blood
Does the answer
Lie
In who is right
And who is wrong
Whose side is god on
As our sons
Blindly **** our sons
Big words
Hollow speeches
Meaningless moments of silence
To praise and respect the
LIvEs stolen from
Our mothers and fathers
And husbands and daughters
And wives and sons
In the latest battle
Of the season
The bigger the boom
The tighter the fist
The brighter the lights
The less need for reason
The show of might
The price of pride
The cost of admission
To our illussion
Of freedom...
The lives of our
Sons and daughters
Mothers and fathers
Husbands and wives
And we pay again
And again and again
Never knowing who is
Right
Who is
Wrong
It's all the same
Season after season
Seautahi Feb 2018
a day of fake honesty a moment exposed as spirituality words were exchanged accompanied by fake egoless *******, i want to tell you because in all my spiritual enlightenment you will accept me as truth and not see otherwise. society is under the illussion of self gratification so I'll fit right in because I'm more or less an instrument of Devine nothingness. nothing the key to everything the lie I told my self following the meaning to life, the meaning to life that benefits otherside than it does you because being a spiritual seeker is what life is, I'm return I'll live happily and pain and suffering free because of the notion which is free your self from the self gratification and ego. I'll learn how to be a more desirable person that way as being egoless is what spiritual seekers seek. the motion of I AM and no role attached to it is like discovering what scientists fail to see. because science is the evil that created hell to people like me. me who no longer sees the spiritual path I walked me who is no longer enlightened or was even in the first place. me who would go everydau repeating a mantra that says benefit others for whatever you do is the true meaning to life therefore I will be gsrenteed a place above ego orientated people those who suffer. because i bought the idea of a human perspective that says clear the mind and you Will live with the same oneness as the universe itself. i believed this would bring universal harmony for my self. how stupid am I to believe a notion that negates the faculties of ego itself for the alienating of ego as if I can claim an idea that is built from what it denies. and that idea is the hidden face of spiritual fallacy. the search for spiritual enlightenment is being in denial about the exact thing thing it claims I can not. i was never in pain or suffering before. i was never not beneficial to mankind I was never unenlightened. i was never controlled by ego. i was all but perfect a creation not an experiment. the books and teachings that defined me as I walked this path of denial only shows the denial was believing a hearsay a false prophet a religious belief. it was me who suffered.
Nyakisa Beth Mar 2020
My son welcome to the fight club
Some call it a ring some call it an arena
My son be ready to smile with faces
Not hearts for hearts are odd here
My son be ready to ***** your
values for values are worthless here

Take it upon my word!
You will be reigned by deception,
Illussion will be part of you
inception will be at your finger tips
Vain promises will be at your lips
That is absolute truth

The game of deception
The game of dirt; No rules
Winner takes it all; for losers
Console themselves with despair
Double realm game
Double standards the way to go

Many contenders you will meet
With appealing chemistry of the mind
For days you will sit for ideas
Elite among elites you will be
The long waited nation builder!
People will remark.

A magnificent orator you will be
Eloquent with speech
Typical with thrilling slogans
Merciless wit in style
You will be a public figure
House hold name for generations

My son all that will be part of you
In fact your  make up to the eyes
Of the wise; For what is visible
Only blinds the eye.
Yours will be a plight
when your mask falls off

My son , you will be a man of
All seasons ,for  seasonal
men do not last.
Conflicting loyalties and convictions
Responsible! , you will be a family man
The nation will treasure in you a congress man

Sons and daughters under your roof
You will be a source of bread ,inspiration,
caution, joy and pride
to be continued

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