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J J Feb 7
She who is a glimpse of eternalalised image
She who gardens new faces from realised damage

She who is saviour and love and harbinger:

She diademmed my head with cool palm She rose the dead child and fortified man
She is a son of God
And spreads life with thys touch

'Worship me but hate me like a sister all the same,
Take blame
and look skyward praising as we fall
calling out in his name:

JEHOVA JEHOVA JEHOVA
we who bleed blood we are unworthy of bleeding
JEHOVA JEHOVA JEHOVA
we heretics lost and dumbfounded ever-needing
JEHOVA JEHOVA JEHOVA
our bodies of glass stained rubicund thru your shining."

She who watches over me as I am sickened and healed
She who reads Geneva scribe and
patches scabs peeled
She She She
Is sinner enlightened
She She She
Is darkness made brightened.

Lord I reach out for you with my tiny hands knowing I can never reach,
Lord I hear your whispers and wear your teachings although I cannot teach,

Lamb wash me in your blood
Strip me rain from your flood
So that I may learn to drink over drowning
And bless me with your eternal mercy crownless
And dusted like an exiled shadow
Vanquish the dead of yesterday
Reep love eternal from the sorrow
That follows them and let only love stay.

JEHOVA JEHOVA JEHOVA
I am yours alone and myselfs to save
JEHOVA JEHOVA JEHOVA
I'll sing your name from now to the grave.
I

What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
        a new thing under the Sun?
At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, detonative,
        Scientific theme
First penned unmindful by Doctor Seaborg with poison-
        ous hand, named for Death's planet through the
        sea beyond Uranus
whose chthonic ore fathers this magma-teared Lord of
        Hades, Sire of avenging Furies, billionaire Hell-
        King worshipped once
with black sheep throats cut, priests's face averted from
        underground mysteries in single temple at Eleusis,
Spring-green Persephone nuptialed to his inevitable
        Shade, Demeter mother of asphodel weeping dew,
her daughter stored in salty caverns under white snow,
        black hail, grey winter rain or Polar ice, immemor-
        able seasons before
Fish flew in Heaven, before a Ram died by the starry
        bush, before the Bull stamped sky and earth
or Twins inscribed their memories in clay or Crab'd
        flood
washed memory from the skull, or Lion sniffed the
        lilac breeze in Eden--
Before the Great Year began turning its twelve signs,
        ere constellations wheeled for twenty-four thousand
        sunny years
slowly round their axis in Sagittarius, one hundred
        sixty-seven thousand times returning to this night

Radioactive Nemesis were you there at the beginning
        black dumb tongueless unsmelling blast of Disil-
        lusion?
I manifest your Baptismal Word after four billion years
I guess your birthday in Earthling Night, I salute your
        dreadful presence last majestic as the Gods,
Sabaot, Jehova, Astapheus, Adonaeus, Elohim, Iao,
        Ialdabaoth, Aeon from Aeon born ignorant in an
        Abyss of Light,
Sophia's reflections glittering thoughtful galaxies, whirl-
        pools of starspume silver-thin as hairs of Einstein!
Father Whitman I celebrate a matter that renders Self
        oblivion!
Grand Subject that annihilates inky hands & pages'
        prayers, old orators' inspired Immortalities,
I begin your chant, openmouthed exhaling into spacious
        sky over silent mills at Hanford, Savannah River,
        Rocky Flats, Pantex, Burlington, Albuquerque
I yell thru Washington, South Carolina, Colorado,
        Texas, Iowa, New Mexico,
Where nuclear reactors creat a new Thing under the
        Sun, where Rockwell war-plants fabricate this death
        stuff trigger in nitrogen baths,
Hanger-Silas Mason assembles the terrified weapon
        secret by ten thousands, & where Manzano Moun-
        tain boasts to store
its dreadful decay through two hundred forty millenia
        while our Galaxy spirals around its nebulous core.
I enter your secret places with my mind, I speak with
        your presence, I roar your Lion Roar with mortal
        mouth.
One microgram inspired to one lung, ten pounds of
        heavy metal dust adrift slow motion over grey
        Alps
the breadth of the planet, how long before your radiance
        speeds blight and death to sentient beings?
Enter my body or not I carol my spirit inside you,
        Unnaproachable Weight,
O heavy heavy Element awakened I vocalize your con-
        sciousness to six worlds
I chant your absolute Vanity.  Yeah monster of Anger
        birthed in fear O most
Ignorant matter ever created unnatural to Earth! Delusion
        of metal empires!
Destroyer of lying Scientists! Devourer of covetous
        Generals, Incinerator of Armies & Melter of Wars!
Judgement of judgements, Divine Wind over vengeful
        nations, Molester of Presidents, Death-Scandal of
        Capital politics! Ah civilizations stupidly indus-
        trious!
Canker-Hex on multitudes learned or illiterate! Manu-
        factured Spectre of human reason! O solidified
        imago of practicioner in Black Arts
I dare your reality, I challenge your very being! I
        publish your cause and effect!
I turn the wheel of Mind on your three hundred tons!
        Your name enters mankind's ear! I embody your
        ultimate powers!
My oratory advances on your vaunted Mystery! This
        breath dispels your braggart fears! I sing your
        form at last
behind your concrete & iron walls inside your fortress
        of rubber & translucent silicon shields in filtered
        cabinets and baths of lathe oil,
My voice resounds through robot glove boxes & ignot
        cans and echoes in electric vaults inert of atmo-
        sphere,
I enter with spirit out loud into your fuel rod drums
        underground on soundless thrones and beds of
        lead
O density! This weightless anthem trumpets transcendent
        through hidden chambers and breaks through
        iron doors into the Infernal Room!
Over your dreadful vibration this measured harmony        
        floats audible, these jubilant tones are honey and
        milk and wine-sweet water
Poured on the stone black floor, these syllables are
        barley groats I scatter on the Reactor's core,
I call your name with hollow vowels, I psalm your Fate
        close by, my breath near deathless ever at your
        side
to Spell your destiny, I set this verse prophetic on your
        mausoleum walls to seal you up Eternally with
        Diamond Truth!  O doomed Plutonium.

                        II

The Bar surveys Plutonian history from midnight
        lit with Mercury Vapor streetlamps till in dawn's
        early light
he contemplates a tranquil politic spaced out between
        Nations' thought-forms proliferating bureaucratic
& horrific arm'd, Satanic industries projected sudden
        with Five Hundred Billion Dollar Strength
around the world same time this text is set in Boulder,
        Colorado before front range of Rocky Mountains
twelve miles north of Rocky Flats Nuclear Facility in
        United States of North America, Western Hemi-
        sphere
of planet Earth six months and fourteen days around
        our Solar System in a Spiral Galaxy
the local year after Dominion of the last God nineteen
        hundred seventy eight
Completed as yellow hazed dawn clouds brighten East,
        Denver city white below
Blue sky transparent rising empty deep & spacious to a
        morning star high over the balcony
above some autos sat with wheels to curb downhill
        from Flatiron's jagged pine ridge,
sunlit mountain meadows sloped to rust-red sandstone
        cliffs above brick townhouse roofs
as sparrows waked whistling through Marine Street's
        summer green leafed trees.

                        III
                        
This ode to you O Poets and Orators to come, you
        father Whitman as I join your side, you Congress
        and American people,
you present meditators, spiritual friends & teachers,
        you O Master of the Diamond Arts,
Take this wheel of syllables in hand, these vowels and
        consonants to breath's end
take this inhalation of black poison to your heart, breath
        out this blessing from your breast on our creation
forests cities oceans deserts rocky flats and mountains
        in the Ten Directions pacify with exhalation,
enrich this Plutonian Ode to explode its empty thunder
        through earthen thought-worlds
Magnetize this howl with heartless compassion, destroy
        this mountain of Plutonium with ordinary mind
        and body speech,
thus empower this Mind-guard spirit gone out, gone
        out, gone beyond, gone beyond me, Wake space,
        so Ah!
        
                                        July 14, 1978
God loves, sustains
and protects
all of His devotees
regardless of the
name chosen
to praise Him

inside my global prayer wheel
all the names of God
are humming

I am Allah, I am Jesus
I am Krishna, I am Buddha
I am Jehova, I am Jah,
I am Durga, I am Ahura Mazda
I am Quan Yin, I am Mother Mary,
I am Lakshmi, I am Shiva, I am Brahma
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am....
...................You
Adrien Jul 2014
Quiero pintar tu cuerpo con mis dedos, de mil lineas y puntos
Para capturar los mil verdes que toma tu mirada
Segun el tiempo, segun la hora.
Para guardar conmigo el sabor de tus suspiros,
Y el de tu oreja,
El de tus labios,
Y el de tu lengua.

Quiero cojer estos tesoros inaprensibles,
Estas gemas inalcansables;
Como de mis dedos la arena,
El polvo de oro que se escapa;
Nubes suaves y edulcoradas,
Por cual viento invisble llevadas.

Quiero pintar tu cuerpo con mis dedos, de mil lineas y puntos.
Para mostrar al mundo y a la faz del Sol
Lo que puede brillar una pequeña flor,
Como puede cambiar un miserable en hombre mejor.

Quiero ser tu siervo, alimentar tu fuego
Proteger de mis brazos tu belleza
Y hacerte sonreir para que sea dia
Quiero estar a tu lado poque estoy enfermo
Y eres la prescripcion que me hizo el cielo
Quiero robar el nectar a tus labios
Y tocar tu piel para estar con Dios
Quiero ser tu sombra para seguirte por donde estes
Quiero ser tu alfombra para que me toques con tus pies
Quiero ser la orilla a la que vaya tu barco
Quiero pintar tu cuerpo.

Quiero oler, quiero tocar, quiero sumergirme alli dentro de la corriente pacifica casi magica, de té y de menta, de miel y de lima, con los ojos bien abiertos para sentirme vivir y la boca y cada poro del cuero espeso que cubre mi cuerpo debil.
Quiero vivir toda mi vida en este instante, en el que mis pelos se levantan, en el que mis entrañas sobresaltan y mis pupilas se dilatan, cuando me miras y lees en mi alma, y juegas con ella, cuando paseas y bostezas en el jardin secreto de mi sueño cuando posas tus pies sobre mi boca sobre mi letra cuando caminas sobre mi, sobre mi poesia como sobre un camino que no lleva a ninguna parte, para no irse del pais solo recorerlo no salir del museo porque tu eres mi galeria de arte.
Quiero tocar, quiero oler, quiero sumerjirme, dejar de orar, de pintar puntos y lineas, quiero alcanzarte.
Estoy movido por esta fuerza salvaje que late en tus pupilas,
Esta misma que mueve el insecto  hasta la flor prominente, es lo que hace sudar y empapa los páramos cada noche como para bautizarlos y lo que mueve los sequoias a tratar de tocar los cielos por miles de años ; la excitacion y efervenscia en las ramas de los bosques cuando llega el alba, las alabanzas y los cantos de hadas vestidas de plumas cuando viene la luz, el susurro del insecto y de monstruos minisculos que musitan llega la luz, llega el color
Tu eres mi luz , tu eres mi calor cuando me atrapas en el abismo verde de tus ocelos dulces que quiero oler, quiero tocar.
Quiero sumerjirme en las galaxias celadon de tus fanales que percibo a veces en el cielo, quiero con la boca y las venas abiertas impregnarme de la clorofila que moja tus ojos es lo que mi cuerpo pide, mi cuerpo suplica, el eucalypto a mi garganta a mis pulmones el aire puro, el aire limpio, quiero oler tu haliento, estar penetrado de calor, y de fuego por un instante que me mires como el pajaro secreto que toca su nido por un instante y por un instante solo, cuando se ilumina la noche por un fragmento de segundo y que desaparece, quiero volar contigo quiero parar el tiempo porque cuando me miras vivo. Quiero tocar quiero oler quiero estar contigo, porque eres mi luz, mi ilucion y mi dia, la mas bella creacion que hizo jehova.
Jillian Jesser Dec 2015
When I dusted off the counter today
I found something that was lost before

Jesus was there by the sink,
sitting down right next to the toaster
he looked at me and asked for a coaster
he and the cherubs were drinking diet soda,
and watching the ants eat my sugar

I asked him three questions
and hear what they are
why are you sitting by the toaster?
why in the hell would you want my coaster?
and
didn't I ask you to leave last summer?

Jesus said he wanted to live in my heart
first the counter
then my heart
what's next Jehova, my first born child?

yes actually he said, before he snorted and growled
I really do want your first born child
would you like a brochure for heaven?
its pretty wild there, and the bread's all unleavened

No thanks
No thanks
God Jesus Antichrist hate love offense genius cruel master no gods no masters no one Trust diet coke peace hate anger joy slavery child
obaraye Efosa Mar 2017
Christ the messiah, my greatest desire
My first love, not from me but for me
U see he loved me before I came
Before I was formed or born
Before the *******
Before my journey on this course

Christ the only one who loves me because of who he is
Irrespective of who I am or what I am or what I do or how or when I do it
He loves me still
And even though I took so long to realize
See even though I stayed so long hurting him
Humans like me put a nail through him
A spare to his side
Crown of thorns to his head
Whips, bruises
All for me was taken

Christ the one who receives my calls even without network
Even when I no call, He answers
The One that is stuck to me like glue
When every one left me without a clue
U Never left me too
programmed to love me like a robot
And your love for me...robust

Christ the oluwa that is always involved in my matter
As he made my life his alma matter
It's clear to him I matter
And so no matter the matter
He never dumps me for any matter
Cause to him am the main matter

Christ our messiah our maker
Our elohim, the only him
Our father, our brother,
My friend, my real Guy
I am thinking what will you and I or we do when we see him
His glory radiating
Angels surround him
Mighty, beautiful, handsome, pretty, gorgeous
Our father finally, we meet.
What will you and I or we do when we see him

Will you lift up your voice and worship him
Cry out with a loud voice agbadagbururu
Kabiesi, I worship u, I worship u
Sing a song, do a dance,
A stunt, jump, cry, smile laugh shout

Or will u just stare overwhelmed by his glory
Bilweldered by his presence
Unable to speak because words cannot describe
Unable to sing because no song has the lyrics to ascribe
Unable to move, or smile or talk or laugh or think
With your mouth open, eyes wide open staring,
Brain searching for words

Christ, omini awesome
Omini too good
Jehova overdo
Jehova swheet jehova shoft
Am still thinking what will I do when I see you.
This piece unlike all other poems is different because it uses a few Nigerian languages including pidgin English. Enjoy the piece. Read it as written, pronounce the words as spelt. It's not typo. It's the style! Thank you.
This is for the most supreme
The almighty Jehova
The creator and mover of earth.

I have sin and not once have i insulted you
Not by word of mouth but through my actions.
I humble myself to seek for forgiveness.

I have trespassed dear almighty
I have used my body sinfully
I haven't been good at all,
I followed the worldly desires out ot my consent
God,I need a chance of reciprocating
I need change and be clean once more
No one,shall confirm me apart from you

My inequities are far much worse
I'm no longer fit for your house at all
Lord Jesus,take me I wipe your floors,
Because it is my only time I will be save
It is my single chance of life that remains
I now have known life though by chance
Thank you God for your eye opening.

I supplicate my prayer to my friends
Save their souls from danger Jehova
God,Father of us
See those in hospitals and heal them
See those in planes,cars,motorbikes ,bikes and pedestrians
Give them save journeys
You know the orphans father ,
Guide them and lead them to prosperity .
The old too Father ,grand them peace.

Lord give me power ,that I curse the demons away
Those that bring confusion I rebuke you in Jesus name
You have no power to thriumph over us
I chase you away in the mighty name of God
You have no power to stand near the people of God
Go to where you belong .

Lord ,Jesus we thank you
We bring praise and honor
All belong to you
I pray this short prayer
Believing and trusting in your name
Amen
I dedicate my morning and life to serve Christ Jesus .
Be not thou silent now at length
O God hold not thy peace,
Sit not thou still O God of strength
We cry and do not cease.
For lo thy furious foes now swell
And *storm outrageously,                                
Jehemajun.
And they that hate thee proud and fill
Exalt their heads full hie.
Against thy people they contrive                       *Jagnarimu.
Their Plots and Counsels deep,                             Sod.
Them to ensnare they chiefly strive             Jithjagnatsu gnal.
Whom thou dost hide and keep.                          Tsephuneca.
Come let us cut them off say they,
Till they no Nation be
That Israels name for ever may
Be lost in memory.
For they consult *with all their might,               *Lev jachdau.
And all as one in mind
Themselves against thee they unite
And in firm union bind.
The tents of Edom, and the brood
Of scornful Ishmael,
Moab, with them of Hagars blood
That in the Desart dwell,
Gebal and Ammon there conspire,
And hateful Amalec,
The Philistims, and they of Tyre
Whose bounds the sea doth check.
With them great Asshur also bands
And doth confirm the knot,
All these have lent their armed hands
To aid the Sons of Lot.
Do to them as to Midian bold
That wasted all the Coast.
To Sisera, and as is told
Thou didst to Jabins hoast,
When at the brook of Kishon old
They were repulst and slain,
At Endor quite cut off, and rowl’d
As dung upon the plain.
As Zeb and Oreb evil sped
So let their Princes speed
As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled
So let their Princes bleed.
For they amidst their pride have said
By right now shall we seize
Gods houses, and will now invade
Their stately Palaces.                    Neoth Elohim bears both.
My God, oh make them as a wheel
No quiet let them find,
Giddy and restless let them reel
Like stubble from the wind.
As when an aged wood takes fire
Which on a sudden straies,
The greedy flame runs hier and hier
Till all the mountains blaze,
So with thy whirlwind them pursue,
And with thy tempest chase;
And till they yield thee honour due,                They seek thy
Lord fill with shame their face.                         Name. Heb.
Asham’d and troubl’d let them be,
Troubl’d and sham’d for ever,
Ever confounded, and so die
With shame, and scape it never.
Then shall they know that thou whose name
Jehova is alone,
Art the most high, and thou the same
O’re all the earth art one.
Aaron LaLux Aug 2016
Escapist Pt. 1 ( The Plan)

When I feel trapped,
I escape out of the stress when,
I write these words,
I scribe my confessions,
whether fact or fiction,
I blend into these pages,
whether a real act or just a premonition,
enlightenment comes in phases of stages,
I snap the trap and still escape unscathed with no scathing,
I always find a way to get away I am an Escapist who's always escaping.

A combination of a Genie in a bikini and a suited up Houdini,
a widely believed Whodunit mystery conspiracy theory,
I take it all in with a grain of salt nothing’s too serious no not at all,
lifes’ a fckn joke for real no for real seriously,

that’s the truth,
no rules no ruler,
just two tools to use,
my mind and my computer,

here there are no rules,
as we escape into these pages,
no rules no cages,
no minimum wages when maximum faded….

Feeling the dreams crashing into me,
I’m jaded,
no jade though ‘cause I’m not Chinese,
but yes I made it,

to these pages where these lines be,
these lines these,
lines in here are outrageous,
no slave labor,
no life savers or light sabers,
just these thoughts on these pages,
and I guess that’s the feeling,
I find between these lines,
written in freehand,
in a free land from the free mind of a free man,
though no one is free man,
not even me man,
because no ground is free land,
it all comes at a cost,
no boss,
no contract I’m freelance,

an emotional journalist,
reporting live from the front lines,
still alive even in these dying trying times,
though I don’t really know why,
might take my life after the lime,
light I gave you my all for right and wrong right?

Still alive,
no suicide,
though Lord knows I’ve tried and tried,

because if at first you don’t succeed,
try again pop the pills then wait and see,
still after all this time I’m still alive and kicking,
which means God must have a plan for me…

But that plan is top secret,
so secret I don’t even know it,
and we fear what we don’t know so I fear it,
but like most of us when scared we don’t really show it,

no fear with my dearest,
our Soul is one with the Spirit I’m serious and delirious,

no Eddie Murphy no tricks up my sleeve,
go ahead and search me you’ll find that all that’s on me,
is all that you need which is love and no mercy,
so don’t believe everything you read between the lines or see,

see?

I found that I’m lost,
after I lost what I found,
so I guess this is the end,
or maybe it’s the other way around,
key the deja vu key the deja vu,
I’ll see you at the sacred burial grounds,
it’ll be a party a carnival,
as the Merry-Go-Round makes merry go rounds,

and Mary and Jehova hunt the Red October in the Puget Sound.

No sounds,

it’s like a silent movie,
no Charlie Chaplin just a sorry Chaplain,
man fck all these pathetic *******,
they all seem outdated strung out and stagnate,
sedated ***** all soft and mushy,
most guys tell lies then turn those lies into movies,
and I watch them all in silence still preaching stop the violence,
and they’re still screamin’ sue me!

See I see that everything’s not so black and white,
so I don't take a stand I stay silent sit down and write,
when I feel trapped I escape out the stress when I write these words,
scribing my confessions whether fact or fiction praying these prayers will be heard.

– ∆  Aaron LA Lux ∆ –

author of The Poetry Trilogy
author of The H Trilogy
I've got a plan...
Hey over there you gods of the earth and other planets
Your creature like I, a human mold suffices knowledge not,
As you mightly rove all over the sphere and share domains amongtst thyself
To reign over the whitenes, Jewry, negritude, sinotude plus  yakeetude of mankind,
Enjoying  your ethereally eyeview onto the earth at your creations,
Permit me to shoot up  a guestion to you over there in your deitly realm
Be you  jehova of the jews or amadioha of the igbos,god of the english or anything dogmatic,
What happened to your clay mud and tools pertinent in trade of human ****** creation,
So that you of late on umpteenth scale  have created men who are women
And beautiful women who are aggressive mefolk and then ubuguitous earthwise ?
What has gone heywire with your human architecture ,when *** organs and feelings
Are center stage beckoning for their traditional orientation ?
Is homoeroticality your new creation technology  ?
Or it is man recreating himself ?
Don’t you have enough clay ?
If material matters do you honourable deities
Come to Africa , chief Mugabe bob will guide you to copper-belts
Of chimurenga fields were clay is beyond any control,
In such quests you will go back to goldenly old
Human ****** creation topography
That will glorify your deitiness
In the old manner of hetereoeroticality.
Long ago, when soldiers were soldiers
the world was in balance
an artist, craftsman or engineer earned a living and got paid his dues
It was with wars in Atlantis and Lemuria down to Shumer, Babylon and Rome that regimes changed and thus so too with economies

Soon the world stopped reading and learning
So the aristocrats could profit from this
A lazy and unthinking society meant that they the gods would pay themselves for doing nothing but holding seats and positions

However it was not all dark for there were still Guardians of the Divine Truth
These Guarduians would travel through time, incarnating when the world was facing doom
They were soldiers who had given up their own will for the divination or channeling of the Divine Plan by FATHER
Now they were geared and strong and bold but victories would never come easy in a world where there were still blood oaths, worship of idols and evil indoctrinations
so the principles of these cults would be carried out by a grand master from time to time through the intelligence of crystal skulls
these principles would take precedence over a soul's conscience and Universal Morals
there would be vortices or channels that would have to be created by these soldiers but because of corruption and greed they would not be paid for doing so

it was only after they had left or died that the world realized the worth and value they were adding to the world
The more good deeds were punished rather than rewarded the less God of the Universe Enjilou grew tired and impatient and thus took his Good souls to reside back home in Heaven
it was so bad that even when the evil tyrants would come back from the dead to address their followers of evil, the followers did not listen
the evil 'ethics' were so infested and embedded in their psyche that it was hereditary

So when these soldiers came to reactivate the DNA areas of conscience, compassion, love, peace, happiness and kindness they would be ranked as anarchists or terrorists
this was because memory was lost of human beginnings and our galactic heritage
the Jehova uprising and the Ceasars that followed him under the guise of Lucifer  were controlling planets using obelisks and sonic beams emitting negative frequencies to sustain war, division, classisism, greed and mass ******
this was so they can induce an energy that would sustain them in 3D form, so animals were sacrificed in their name in a hope for spiritual awakening which was in actual fact leading to doom
   the destruction of conscience in each of us meant that the world was filled with zombies automated under the orders of the Unholy martix and its drivers
This war would dtem deeply in the heart of the Universe in Jerusalem
there bases in Syria that were being fought for still
This made the job of these soldiers very difficult but each Guardian would meet from time to time with the Divine Creator for reports and a status update
For as long as the soldiers weren't being paid their dues, and these were huge sums!
It signified the level of spiritual evolution and the progress of the revolution

Becuase of the decay of the planets, temples being destroyed and lies spreading
many soldiers turned against the truth and sold their souls for monetary gain
but this meant that to make money you have to ****, a lot of blood had to be spilled and there was a huge regulation on how you spent your money
basically you were now a slave because the money you had would be spent at the places owned by the aristocrats or gods of old
if you were making an honest living, you were paid very little and life was made tough for you
  So on his last day a gladiator is intructed to reveal the truths of the world and speak on behalf of all soldiers who weren't being paid for the good they were doing:
and his employer in Heaven told him that, "today you return home, the people there will not pay you and even if they do, a good soul will cry for you with 4 pounds and a note, the point is you will not be allowed to enjoy your wealth because it has been hard very hard up to this long to pay you your dues, you win a league they tell about marketing and the old systems of malls in Ur.... You win another marathon they tell you about licenses, you win a trophy after that and they tell about age or christmas, IT SEEMS TO ME THEY ALWAYS HAVE AN EXCUSE TO NOT REWARD YOU BUT ARE QUICK TO PERSECUTE YOU FOR NOT PERFORMING A TASK"...

SO you see this soldier would have to die broke, following the script of many geniuses and cardinals
in refelection it meant that there was a new consciousness which was stealing money, being selfish
   there was urgency for making a quick large buck than an urgency for doing good and awakening souls and improving the planet
  there were very few soldiers who would surrender their own will that they 'can' do something for the greater good (which was allowing the Divine Plan to manifest)
  We Gladiate
Law Of One


It would be that when the masters of ceremonies and performers would want to return to the temples of Pleasure where happiness was, most had to be rebuilt for many had been destroyed
Upon this awakening new soldiers would come, the attachment however would be hard to eradicate between the former soldiers and humans
   but you see the development and growth of the new Spiritual Consciousness was not for the former soldiers to oversee for they had planted
   the responsibilty was for the receivers or recipients to dissect and harness the knowledge for their awakening
    this was not because the old soldiers were bitter and miserable but rather that their time was over and many had grown tired and worn out from wounds and injuries, scars and conditions consequent of wars

However Promise Land would be seen and experienced again
and then maybe the honour of soldiers would return and they would be paid their dues, not stolen from
greed replaced with generosity
  bitterness with kindness
hate with Love
Division with Unity
Lust with Sensuality
Mind-Control with divine discernment
Slavery with Justice
Lies with Uninterrupted Education
  Inferiority with freedom and self-worth

and then just maybe the Guardians will be housed again
Alan S Bailey Mar 2015
It's funny to consider the "truth"
What almost every person still believes,
A 2,000 year old religion telling me
That a man walked on water easily,
The Red Sea parted for Moses,
Frogs and locusts fell from the sky,
That every first born child in Pharaoh's
Court died in a single night, slain by a man
Named Jehova, the "only true creator of all life,"
A man survived for a week in the belly of
A whale, Noah and his family were on a
Vessel somehow big enough to house
Two of every last creature and set sail,
These are the strangest tall tails I've ever heard,
And I'M probably corrupted because
I wont actually believe it, not a word!
YEA! We all know you exist! That on every street corner you preach this stuff, yea we've seen it! And you know what? You have locked us all up for years saying WE are the lunatics! But you guys are even CRAZIER!
I AM the True Vine, and My Father is thy Vinedresser* Every Branch in Me that doesn't Bears Fruit He Prunes, that it may Bear more Fruit* You're already Clean because of the Word which I have Spoken to Thee* Abide in Me, and I in You. As the Branch cannot Bear Fruit of Itself, Unless it Abides in thy Vine, Neither can thou, Unless Thou Abide In Me* I am thy Vine, Thou are the Branches. He who Abide in Me, and I in Him Bears much Fruit, for without Me Thou can do nothing. * If anyone doesn't Abide in Me, He is Cast-Out as a Branch and is withered, and they gather them and Throw them into the Fire, and they are burned* If thou Abide in Me, and My Words Abide in Thee, thou will ask what thou Desire, and it shall be Done for Thee* By this, My Father is Glorified, that thou Bear much Fruit, so thy will be My Disciples* As the Father Loved Me, I also have Loved Thee* Abide in My Love* If thou Keep Thee Commandments, thou will Abide in My Love, just as I have kept My Father's Commandments and Abide in HIS LOVE* These things I have Spoken to Thee, that My Joy may Remain in Thee* and that Your Joy may be Full* This is My Commandment, that Thou Love One Another as I have Loved Thee* Greater Love has no One than this, than to Lay-Down One's Life for His Friends* Thou are My Friends, if thy do whatever I Command Thee* No Longer do I call thee Servants, for A Servant doesn't know what His Master is Doing, but I have called Thee Friends, for all things that I Heard from My Father I have Made Known to Thee* Thou didn't Choose Me, but I Chose Thee and Appointed Thee that thou should Bear Fruit, and that Thy Fruit shoulD Remain, that whatever thou ask thy Father in My Name, He may Give Thee* These things I Command Thee, that thou Love One Another. If thy World Hates Thee, Thou Know that it Hated Me before it Hated You* If thou were of the World, thy World would Love its Own. Yet because thou are not of the World, But I Chose thee Out of thy World, therefore thy World Hates Thee* Remember thy Word tha I Said to Thee* A Servant is not Greater than His Master. If Thou Kept My Word, thou will Keep Yours also* But all these things thou will do to Thee for My Name's Sake, Because thou do not know Him Who Sent Me* If I had not come and Spoken to them, they would have no Sin, but now they have Excuse for their Sin* He who Hates Me, Hates My Father Also* If I had not done among Them thy Works which no One Else did, thou would have no Sin, but now thou have Seen and also Hated Both Me and My Father* But this happened that thy Word Might be Fulfilled which is Written in Their Law* They Hated Me without a Cause* But when the Helper Comes, whom I shall Send to Thee from thy Father, the Spirit Of Truth who Proceeds from thy Father, He will Testify Of Me* And thou also will Bear Witness, because thou have been with Me from the Beginning  

May GOD Almighty Enriched Our Days Ahead IJMN* JAH JEHOVA* MIMO*
GOD Is Our StrEngth
GOD Is Love
* GOD With Us*
GOD Bless
Bless And Awesome Morning To Ours All In All IJMN
*GOD First
*GOD WITH US*
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
Smile even if you have no reason
for sadness is a dark little prison
That covers us with complete darkness
Which prevents us from experiencing happiness.

Smile if your day is marred by challenges
And your trials are divided into stages
A smile is the sign of the abundance of gladness.
So do it as a token of your gratefulness

Smile even if you're without dimes
For it's the best time that faith shines.
Do it knowing that all will be alright
For against sadness smile is a big fight.

Smile even though you've hit the pavement
For it's another form of acknowledgment
Of the value of your unique staying power.
Which will sustain you beyond the final hour.

Smile for love, smile for life and smile for today
Smile for the blessing to see this wonderful day.
Do it even though you're broken and hurt inside,
Smile for Jehova Jarra is right there by your side.

IB-Poetry©️
2/14/2018
Smiling is just more than showing your teeth.
Joe Cole Jun 2014
Sorry if I ofend

but

yes religion is a joke
I must the man next door to choke
for he hath other beliefs than I
That means he is corrupt
In my god he believeth not
and so he has to die
Jehova knocks upon my door
outcast the street corner *****
who her trade she does apply
And yet they do the blood deny
the blood to keep a child alive
better to let the child die
I am Shia you are not
you are Sunni therefore not of God
and so you have go
Well my friends I'm none of these
I have got the birds and bees
I have got what she supplies
I've got nature.  The only god I need
Luis M Rodriguez Aug 2015
Como un rayo de luz que alumbra en las oscuridad , asi te alumbrara Jehova si lo buscas con gratitud .
El siempre sera la luz en medio de las penumbras , y en esa oscuridad el te alumbra con su poder y su luz.
Cecelia Francis Jul 2015
I ain't drinking
nothin but that Molly water

Blow the beat up
like its canon fodder

See these sons?
I'm they father

Bless em up nice
like my name Jehova
Is this getting out of hand?
nate1990 Feb 2016
What do you want now
doorknocker?
Is my soul a seed
that which you'd like to take?
I know you come by
to shuffle your guilt
You promise me sufferings
from the grips of your gods hand.
Enter my household
Enter my house *****
Your words
they will leave you
Your words
they will not help
Behind enemy lines
I want your death
Stabbing, killing you flatline.
I know your name
Jehova, why do you run from me
I wish to give you pain
Visit me
Don't darken my door Jehovas witness.
Unless you wish to see your god
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
ASSAD IS A BIGGER FACTION THAN ISHMAL, THEY IN SYRIA SAME COUNTRY!!! LOOK, DRAW A CIRCLE  THATS A NEW COUNTRY!!! IF YOU STEAL THEY CUT OFF YOUR ARMS, USA  HAS SECRETS WITH THE ONLY COUNTRY WHO FUNDS THE WEAPONS, VOTE FOR HILARY THEY WILL USE ISAL??MAKING 2 x’s MORE MONEY... AMERICA ARE YOU WEAK??BUILD A WALL, WHERE IS IT? FUNDING??? ****, SHOW ME A VIDEO BLACK P READ THE PROMPT WITH LOSS OF WORDS… DOING MULTI BILLION DOLLAR UN-AUTHORIZED ARMS DEALS!! NEED A REMINDER…. TURKEY???
TONGUE TWISTED!! LET PUTIN MOVE FROM UKRAINE TO WHO YET AGAIN??  WONT EVEN SHOW YOU HOW WITH A TAX BRIEFING!!! GO LOOK AT THE TOWER STOCKS.... NO JUDGE…??? NO IRS???? YOURE LUCKY WE HAVE GENARLS!!! CANT SAY SQUAT!!! CALL THE GREEN BEREIT!!! DRAFT YOU IM YOUR BOSS BIA 5 STAR!!! TRILLION DOLLAR TRANSACTIONS WITH THE MILITARY ASK FLIGHT CONTROL…DUCKING UNDER THE AIR CURRENT PEOPLE YELLING OPTIONS!!! SIR EVERYTHINGS GOING SMOOTH… LOADING THE MONEY!!! IM THE RICHEST MAN ALIVE!!! RICHEST IN HISTORY !!! 2500 BILLION

in the clouds… ground level…. pound zero… hit hunned…. make a couple thousand…. move out the east westside by myside…… **** outlaw till i die refined never give up….. cursed with a vision bigger than anyone….. convicted…. chased in an outta hoods….. loop the people money taxs an federralies, im scared sleeping hurts….i might lay on my side facing the wall shedding a tear wont give it time to roll down my face ….. my heart pumps pure venom….. if you drink it you might die….. im above the land an thats all factual……. natural law an non fiction….. brought fantasy yall pure *******…… i need to be known before you die im the only leader blood pouring out my pours……. sittin on the toilet lost in the land of misery from the medication an drinks…….. they feed me….. rip hank 29 we made it ….. representation till the fullest im a whisky drinker bud smoker ****** tonkin ******* from a land with no soul approach it slow take a gleamps of change the world as you see it is almost over………

page after page///// verse after verse //// bar for bar ///// book for book ///// youre a fiend a typical rookie//// no game//// unless i say so///// tired of your outlandish outbursts///// reflecting/// never suicide/// G.O.D.///// she sat on my face//// i cant breathe//// let me live, let me speak//// dear lord hear my prayers im coming for you///// till the day i die richest man on the planet/////  just because we argue dont mean ish //// get your act together//// i feel like im dying///// dont know how many days i can go on an fight //// riddiculous fighting for my sanity///// put my name to waste ////// its pathetic why im the adversary//// youre not flexible you can barely bend my grips platonic///// moving techtonic ///// corrupt as they ever seen come to be its unnecessary////// hustlin at night droppin bodies more then raindrops ///// im hova white jehova ice an ju next gen ****** battle more then a decade it doesnt end//////
zilluminati
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
When I dusted off the counter today
I found something that was lost before

Jesus was there by the sink,
sitting down right next to the toaster
he looked at me and asked for a coaster
he and the cherubs were drinking diet soda,
and watching the ants eat my sugar

I asked him three questions
and hear what they are
why are you sitting by the toaster?
why in the hell would you want my coaster?
and
didn't I ask you to leave last summer?

Jesus said he wanted to live in my heart
first the counter
then my heart
what's next Jehova, my first born child?

yes actually he said, before he snorted and growled
I really do want your first born child
would you like a brochure for heaven?
its pretty wild there, and the bread's all unleavened

No thanks
No thanks
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
I don't know how this came to be
But it just occurred to me
This dude messed a lot up.
Who made that day the Worldcup
Set aside for all lovers?
The rose flower bearers
Who uses Valentine day
To manipulate and play
Games and do shenanigans
As soon as the day begins.
How did Valentine do this?
For many, it's a day of crisis
Every day is a day for love
As mandated from above.

I, therefore, declare him dead
I wish last week was his last deed
I hope he has a heart attack and dies.
His day, essentially all a bunch of lies
Meant to discredit everyday lovers.
Those dedicated and working like bulldozers
Day in and day out to keep loving
Until this fool, Valentine returns smiling
With a few roses acting like a Casanova
Who has the benediction of love from Jehova?


©️ IB-Poetry
2/20/2018
The lost post to Valentine is a fictional write, a protest.I believe not in a particular day set aside to celebrate love.
O' aking Imelda na aking sinisinta,
Saya ang nadarama 'pag ika'y kasama;
Kasama sa bawat lungkot at tawanan,
Purong ligaya na 'sing tamis ng pukyutan.

Sa 'yong ngiti'y batid ang ganda,
Bawat tingin ay nakakamangha;
Mata mo'y kumikinang, na katulad ng tala,
Sa bawat sulyap, ika'y nais ma-alintala

O' anong ganda ang isang tulad mo,
Walang makakatalo sa gandang taglay mo;
Mayuming dalaga, sino ako para mahalin mo?
Isang simpleng lalaki, na tatayo sa harap mo.

Si Jehova ang nagbigay ng isang taong tulad mo,
Isang babae na magmamahal sa isang lalaking gaya ko;
Ako ay sayo at ikaw ay akin,
Walang makakapigil sa'kin para ika'y mahalin.

Dumating man sa'ting buhay ang problema,
Haharapin naman natin ito nang magkasama;
Tulad unos man ang mapaharap sa atin,
'Wag mag-alala, si Jehova ang tutulong sa atin.
maria ocasio Oct 2018
Yo renuncio, yo se que esto les sorprende a muchos
Pero renuncio, entiendo que esta noticia no le importe a muchos
Mientras unos lloran otros se llenan de gozo
Pero ya no aguanto mas y renuncio
No doy mis dos semanas de aviso porque puede que me quede
Y comprendo que no debo estar con esto que me duele
y con esto termino solo dame un minuto para pensar
se que no puedo mas so aqui va
YO RENUNCIO
Renuncio a la gente que dice que ya yo no puedo mas
Que se me asercan y dicen que no voy a llegar
Renuncio a que siempre me pisoteen
En Salmos 91:7 me dice
“caeran a tu lado mil, y diez mil a tu diestra; mas a ti no llegaran
Renuncio a los que no me dejen caminar
Y a todos que solo me quieren hacer el mal
Renuncio a las palabras que me duele
Porque no me quiero quedar porque ya Cristo viene
Renuncio a la prueba y a la situacion mas reciente
Porque el Señor es mi luz y mi salvacion; a quien temere? Jehova es la Fortaleza de mi vida; de quien eh de atemorizarme
Renuncio al mal
Porque el evangelio nunca lo podre renunciar
Precious Vera Jan 2019
We have grown old of age
And thy bond to us should be an eternal nova,yet we have been deceptively acquainted with thy word: we have adopted the ways of foreigners and overturned the identity of exorcism as our manners, defy those by thy faith and drift us deeper into the crust by the day.

Our hearts roar in rage
For we have forsaken thy teachings Jehova.
Our missions are disguised; we are enchanted by Earthly things,which root us into sinners.
With visions befogged by blind optimism.
We took a bite of crusty fruits,blinding our faith and now,the devil engulfs our souls by the day.

We yearn to worship thy name; come to our liberation; we are lost sheep and seek redemption. Lead us away from this real fiction. El Shaddai, lead us back to the garden of Eden.


Hijenduanao Uanivi and Otja Tjipee Uanivi
Thursday,31st January 2019
#Uanivi#PoeticReplications#Redemption
the dirty poet Oct 2023
the hospital is a maze
built in confusing sections
but that’s just the start
the people i deal with
are a maze within a maze
patients, families, nurses, doctors
other respiratory therapists
and superimposed on all this
is another maze
the conundrums i try to solve
a fella fell off a cliff
a jehova’s witness fell off a roof
a 16 year old shot himself in the head
my strategies for keeping them breathing
or not
every one a maze
and i’ll never find my way out
Bawat linggo'y may ginaganap na pulong,
Ngunit ang isang ito'y natatanging pulong;
Gitnang Sanlinggo ang karaniwang tawag dito,
Ang bawat isa'y natututo mula rito.

May isang bahagi, kung tawagi'y Paaralang Teokratiko,
Na kung saan, sinasanay ang kakahayan sa pagtuturo;
Isang paaralang inilaan ni Jah para matutong magsalita,
Upang ang lahat ay maging epektibo sa pangangaral ng Mabuting Balita.

Dito itinuro ang mga paraan para tao'y mahalin,
Upang matulungan sila na kay Jehova'y mapalapit din.
Kahit sino ay puede sa paaralang ito,
Basta't kuwalapikado at handang matuto.

Teksto sa Linggong ito'y maingat na suriin,
At Espiritual na Hiyas ay dapat nating hanapin;
Ibahagi sa mga kapatid, ang ating nahukay;
Nang matulungan din sila na magbulay-bulay.

Midweek meeting dinisenyo para sanayin tayo,
Salamat kay Jehova dahil sa probisyong ito;
Lahat tayo ay samasamang sumamba;
Sa Gitnang Sanlinggong pulong  na Siyang nag-organisa.
I'm starting to get the jokes of old
Of the mother-in-law as its all starting to unfold
To be ignored by every word you speak
Living with a curtain twitcher up and down her nosey street
Ideas that you want to share and be heard
But ignored daily like that last forgotten ****
Knock-knock on your PVC front door
Two Jehova's witness now welcome to my floor
I'll listen and chat to any old made-up spiel
Just nice to have a talk and chat, without a handshake deal
But to be passed by and blatently ignored
Is not what I signed up for on that registry floor
Life is to short to be passed by in the street
As I'll walk to a different drum,
my sound,
my soul,
my beat

JJB

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