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The Land of Nod (Hebrew: ארץ נוד‬, eretz-Nod) is a place mentioned in the Book of Genesis of the Hebrew Bible, located "on the east of Eden" (qidmat-‘Eden), where Cain was exiled by God after Cain had murdered his brother Abel; According to Genesis 4:16: _And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden._ (וַיֵּ֥צֵא קַ֖יִן מִלִּפְנֵ֣י יְהוָ֑ה וַיֵּ֥שֶׁב בְּאֶֽרֶץ־נֹ֖וד קִדְמַת־עֵֽדֶן‬) "Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb "to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell in the land of Nod is usually taken to mean that one takes up a wandering life. Genesis 4:17 relates that after arriving in the Land of Nod, Cain's wife bore him a son, _Enoch_, in whose name he built the first city; "Nod" (נוד‬) is the Hebrew root of the verb "to wander" (לנדוד‬). Therefore, to dwell in the land of Nod can mean to live a wandering life; Gesenius defines (נוּד‬) as follows: _TO BE MOVED, TO BE AGITATED_ (Arab. ناد Med. Waw id.), used of a reed shaken by the wind, 1Ki.14:15; hence to wander, to be a fugitive, Jer. 4:1; Gen. 4:12, 14; Ps.56:9; to flee, Ps. 11:1; Jer. 49:30. Figuratively, Isa. 17:11, נֵד קָצִיר‬ "the harvest has fled" ["but see נֵד‬ ," which some take in this place as the subst.] Much as Cain's name is connected to the verb meaning "to get" in Genesis 4:1, the name "Nod" closely resembles the word "nad" (נָ֖ד‬), usually translated as "vagabond", in Genesis 4:12. (In the Septuagint's rendering of the same verse, God curses Cain                   to τρέμων, "trembling") A Greek version of Nod written as Ναίν appearing in the _Onomastica Vaticana_ possibly derives from the plural נחים‬, which relates to resting and sleeping; This derivation, coincidentally or not, connects with the English pun on "nod"; Josephus wrote in Antiquities of the Jews (c. AD 93) that Cain continued his wickedness in Nod: resorting to violence and robbery; establishing weights and measures; transforming human culture from innocence into craftiness and deceit; establishing property lines; and building a fortified city; Nod is said to be outside of the presence or face of God: Origen defined Nod   as the land of trembling and wrote   that it symbolized the condition of all who forsake God; Early commentators treated it as the opposite of Eden (worse still than the land of exile for the rest of humanity);  In the English tradition Nod was sometimes              described as a desert     inhabited only by ferocious beasts or monsters; Others interpreted      Nod as dark or even underground—away from the face of God— Augustine described unconverted Jews as dwellers in the land of Nod, which he defined as commotion and "carnal disquietude"
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
The Land of Nod
The Land of Nod (Hebrew: ארץ נוד‬, eretz-Nod) is a place mentioned in the Book of Genesis of the Hebrew Bible, located "on the east of Eden" (qidmat-‘Eden), where Cain was exiled by God after Cain had murdered his brother Abel; According to Genesis 4:16: _And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden._ (וַיֵּ֥צֵא קַ֖יִן מִלִּפְנֵ֣י יְהוָ֑ה וַיֵּ֥שֶׁב בְּאֶֽרֶץ־נֹ֖וד קִדְמַת־עֵֽדֶן‬) "Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb "to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell in the land of Nod is usually taken to mean that one takes up a wandering life. Genesis 4:17 relates that after arriving in the Land of Nod, Cain's wife bore him a son, _Enoch_, in whose name he built the first city; "Nod" (נוד‬) is the Hebrew root of the verb "to wander" (לנדוד‬). Therefore, to dwell in the land of Nod can mean to live a wandering life; Gesenius defines (נוּד‬) as follows: _TO BE MOVED, TO BE AGITATED_ (Arab. ناد Med. Waw id.), used of a reed shaken by the wind, 1Ki.14:15; hence to wander, to be a fugitive, Jer. 4:1; Gen. 4:12, 14; Ps.56:9; to flee, Ps. 11:1; Jer. 49:30. Figuratively, Isa. 17:11, נֵד קָצִיר‬ "the harvest has fled" ["but see נֵד‬ ," which some take in this place as the subst.] Much as Cain's name is connected to the verb meaning "to get" in Genesis 4:1, the name "Nod" closely resembles the word "nad" (נָ֖ד‬), usually translated as "vagabond", in Genesis 4:12. (In the Septuagint's rendering of the same verse, God curses Cain                   to τρέμων, "trembling") A Greek version of Nod written as Ναίν appearing in the _Onomastica Vaticana_ possibly derives from the plural נחים‬, which relates to resting and sleeping; This derivation, coincidentally or not, connects with the English pun on "nod"; Josephus wrote in Antiquities of the Jews (c. AD 93) that Cain continued his wickedness in Nod: resorting to violence and robbery; establishing weights and measures; transforming human culture from innocence into craftiness and deceit; establishing property lines; and building a fortified city; Nod is said to be outside of the presence or face of God: Origen defined Nod   as the land of trembling and wrote   that it symbolized the condition of all who forsake God; Early commentators treated it as the opposite of Eden (worse still than the land of exile for the rest of humanity);  In the English tradition Nod was sometimes              described as a desert     inhabited only by ferocious beasts or monsters; Others interpreted      Nod as dark or even underground—away from the face of God— Augustine described unconverted Jews as dwellers in the land of Nod, which he defined as commotion and "carnal disquietude"
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mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom gusto groblje-guste misli: dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati.  popije samar i sok. na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.   preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi. zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce... ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve. dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa. masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom.... aman, idi uci. bolje ces se osecati. kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu. makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes. na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku. trebas psa izvesti. sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni. rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
smrt jednog dana
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom gusto groblje-guste misli: dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati.  popije samar i sok. na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.   preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi. zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce... ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve. dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa. masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom.... aman, idi uci. bolje ces se osecati. kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu. makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes. na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku. trebas psa izvesti. sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni. rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
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O my Lord, it’s another beautiful day; I’m reminded that Your tender mercies, have been released for my benefit again. Having placed my trust only in You, I pray to walk on paths of righteousness, which are in accordance with Your Word. Show me my lesson plan and journey for today, as I yearn for Your kindhearted companionship. Allow me to hear this morning’s song, which resonates with Your… unfailing Love. Author Notes: Loosely based on: Psa 32:8, 37:23, 119:105-106, 143:8; Jer 29:11; Prov 3:5,16:9 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513 By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
Poem: Unfailing Love
People wonder, how can Christ, be all things to everyone? Without the proper perspective, Truth can be missed. So carefully consider some ideas presented here, before these spiritual concepts are mistakenly dismissed. To the BUILDER, Christ is the Sure Foundation. To the ARCHITECT, He is the Chief Corner Stone. To the GEOLOGIST, He is the Rock of Ages. To the SCULPTOR, He is the Living Stone. To the STUDENT, Christ is the Incarnate Truth. To the PHILOSOPHER, He is the Wisdom of God. To the BANKER, He is the Hidden Treasure. To the PREACHER, He is the Word of God. To the DOCTOR, Christ is the Great Physician. To the SERVANT, He is the Good Master. To the THEOLOGIAN, He is the Author of our Faith. To the EDUCATOR, He is the Great Teacher. To the JEWELER, Christ is the Pearl of Great Price. To the ARTIST, He is the One Altogether Lovely. To the HORTICULTURIST, He is the True Vine. To the FLORIST, He is the Lily of the Valley. To the STATESMAN, Christ is the Desire of all Nations. To the CARPENTER, He is the Eternal Door. To the PHILANTHROPIST, He is the Unspeakable Gift. To the LAWYER, He is the Lawgiver, Advocate and Counselor. To the BIOLOGIST, Christ is the Life. To the ENGINEER, He is the New and Living Way. To the TOILER, He is the Giver of Rest. To the SINNER, He is the Lamb Who takes all sin away. Our Christ is a multi-faceted personality, Who has something for everyone who comes to Him. Therefore, we should continue to rejoice in Who He is, by offering heart-felt praise through songs and hymns. Author notes Loosely based on: Col 1:15-18; 2 Tim 2:19; Eph 2:20; Isa 26:4; 1 Pet 2:4-12; Matt 28:20; Cor 1:24; John 1:1; Heb 12:2; Jer 17:14; Matt 19:16-17; John 1:3; Matt 16:13-17; John 3:1-2; Matt 13:45; John 15:1; SoS 2:1; Hag 2:7; John 10:7; Cor 9:15; James 4:12; 1 John 2:1-2; Isa 9:6-7; John 14:6; Heb 3:1-4:13; John 1:29 By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved. This poem is not meant to serve as an all encompassing list of professions; for example, here are a few more viewpoints not mentioned: To the BAKER, He is the Living Bread. To the JUDGE, He is the Righteous Judge of all Men. To the NEWSPAPER, He is the Good Tidings of Great Joy. To the OCULIST, He is the Light of the Eyes. To the SOLDIER, He is the fortress. To the CHRISTIAN, He is the Son of the Living God, the Savior, the Redeemer and the Lord.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
Poem: Christ Is...
People wonder, how can Christ, be all things to everyone? Without the proper perspective, Truth can be missed. So carefully consider some ideas presented here, before these spiritual concepts are mistakenly dismissed. To the BUILDER, Christ is the Sure Foundation. To the ARCHITECT, He is the Chief Corner Stone. To the GEOLOGIST, He is the Rock of Ages. To the SCULPTOR, He is the Living Stone. To the STUDENT, Christ is the Incarnate Truth. To the PHILOSOPHER, He is the Wisdom of God. To the BANKER, He is the Hidden Treasure. To the PREACHER, He is the Word of God. To the DOCTOR, Christ is the Great Physician. To the SERVANT, He is the Good Master. To the THEOLOGIAN, He is the Author of our Faith. To the EDUCATOR, He is the Great Teacher. To the JEWELER, Christ is the Pearl of Great Price. To the ARTIST, He is the One Altogether Lovely. To the HORTICULTURIST, He is the True Vine. To the FLORIST, He is the Lily of the Valley. To the STATESMAN, Christ is the Desire of all Nations. To the CARPENTER, He is the Eternal Door. To the PHILANTHROPIST, He is the Unspeakable Gift. To the LAWYER, He is the Lawgiver, Advocate and Counselor. To the BIOLOGIST, Christ is the Life. To the ENGINEER, He is the New and Living Way. To the TOILER, He is the Giver of Rest. To the SINNER, He is the Lamb Who takes all sin away. Our Christ is a multi-faceted personality, Who has something for everyone who comes to Him. Therefore, we should continue to rejoice in Who He is, by offering heart-felt praise through songs and hymns. Author notes Loosely based on: Col 1:15-18; 2 Tim 2:19; Eph 2:20; Isa 26:4; 1 Pet 2:4-12; Matt 28:20; Cor 1:24; John 1:1; Heb 12:2; Jer 17:14; Matt 19:16-17; John 1:3; Matt 16:13-17; John 3:1-2; Matt 13:45; John 15:1; SoS 2:1; Hag 2:7; John 10:7; Cor 9:15; James 4:12; 1 John 2:1-2; Isa 9:6-7; John 14:6; Heb 3:1-4:13; John 1:29 By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved. This poem is not meant to serve as an all encompassing list of professions; for example, here are a few more viewpoints not mentioned: To the BAKER, He is the Living Bread. To the JUDGE, He is the Righteous Judge of all Men. To the NEWSPAPER, He is the Good Tidings of Great Joy. To the OCULIST, He is the Light of the Eyes. To the SOLDIER, He is the fortress. To the CHRISTIAN, He is the Son of the Living God, the Savior, the Redeemer and the Lord.
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O Lord, I have purposed in my spirit to sing of Your greatness and mercy! Before You I humbly bow and kneel; with my tongue, I exalt only Thee! The enemy constantly surrounds me; my joy they look to slyly steal. You are my Maker and I’m the clay, previously molded upon Thy Potter’s wheel. Since Your words drip from my heart, no longer can I remain silent. Use me to write this poetry, filled… with messages that are “heaven sent”. Stand mightily over this blue planet, let Your shadow cover this globe; remind everyone of Your Presence; clothe Your people with ecclesiastical robes. Being one of Your Children, I too serve You, as a sanctified priest of Your holy nation. Knowing that my identity is found in You, I’ll never consider yielding… my determination. Author Notes: Loosely based on: Psa 23, 57; Jer 18:6; Isa 61:10, 64:8 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Poem: Determination
The World is not enough for me, seeing that my enrollment is inscribed on Heaven’s scroll; my assignments are ongoing and I know that… I’m secure with regard to the future of my soul. I may not enjoy the exploits of James Bond, but my faith’s exhilaration does not compare in the traditional sense of the World’s view, since the Presence of Jehovah is everywhere. Empowered by His Spirit to take divine action, defeat of evil principalities that surround will eventually occur by the might of The Lord, as I’m standing on The Word’s Biblical ground. Though I’ll never fear the unknown I may face, I’m thoroughly equipped and trained for battle. The weapons of my warfare are spiritually based; firmly I stand in “the gap” without being rattled. Certainly I’m not jealous of the secret agent, for I already possess the mystery to happiness: the joy of The Lord is my source of contentment. The strength of my faith is eternally relentless and I’m loving this blessed existence each day. My spirit is perpetually stirred, but not shaken! Living victoriously remains as my mission statement until the my life’s final day, when I’m taken… home. Author Notes Loosely based on: 1 King 8:27; Jer 23:23-24; Isa 6:3, 66:1; 2 Tim 2:19; Matt 7:24; 1 Pet 2:6; Eze 22:30; Psa 28:7, 62:2; Eph 6:11-13; 2 Cor 5:8, 10:3-5 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Poem: Stirred, But Not Shaken
Joy comes to us, when we have… a clear direction for our life. Staying on the right path means walking by the Light of Christ. When following His divine course, comfort is found in His Presence and eternal pleasures are at hand, for a lifetime of sacred pleasance. The Kingdom of Heaven is akin to… buried treasure, hidden in a field. There’s a great expectation found in the promise of what it may yield. Do you know the track meant for you? Has your secret prize been revealed? His upright children receive both grace and glory, since He’s our sun and shield. Know that He has a plan to prosper all, from thoughts of peace and not of evil; He wants us to succeed, with His approval and not suffer from spiritual upheaval. . . . Author Notes Inspired by: Psa 16:11, 84:11; Matt 13:44; Jer 29:11 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Poem: With a Clear Direction
God has a purpose and plan, behind every difficulty and life experience we face; we’re never blindly promised a lifetime of ease or pleasure, but a flow of mercy and grace to soothe heartaches and pain. We’ve the strength to overcome by His Word and we’re blessed as children… of the Living God! We’re to go forth believing, knowing that we’re sustained, imparted with His divine rest. . . . Author notes Inspired by: Jer 29:11; Lam 3:22-23; Rom 8:37-39; 2 Cor 6:18; Psa 18:32, 37:7; Eccl 2:24-25 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Poem: Behind Every Difficulty
God can convert my valley of trouble into an unstoppable gateway of Hope! With gladness and joy, I still know that He gives me strength to cope… with the issues of the current day. By the grace of God, I’ve been saved; therefore, I’ve been set free from the sin that draws me to the grave and claims my interim, dust covering. Quenching the dryness of my existence, Christ’s grace allowed me to succumb to the pressure of Faith’s insistence. My heart was pierced with His Truth, causing my spirit to gain its sight; now I’m eternally grateful with joy, having been brought His direct Light! . . . Author notes Inspired by: Hos 2:15; John 3:16-17; Jer 29:11-13 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Poem: Gateway of Hope
dok su se tu sinoć grlile stenjale i dahtale slušao ih deda pera pa progviri kroz otvoren pendžer baš bi hteo to da kuša u transu mu suva usta da l’ da čeka bolje vreme jer mu vreme nije sjajno pa sa svakom ponaosob osećajno
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
pera
**From Allan Lewicki Sub: WW3** In just a little while, your stupid *** [1] is going to see The Wrath of God Almighty, this most vividly You'll see the Clouds of Death, rise into the sky Mushroom clouds from Atom Bombs, and you'll wonder why I will tell you why, since your too **** dumb to learn This is the Vengeance from a God, A God that you did spurn You thought you were so good, you thought you were so pure You'll be Dung upon the ground [2], of this you can be sure You're Religious **** [3] Just like Dusty Rhoades With him you'll burn in Hell, and all his Stinking Toads [1] Hypocritical Stupid *** [2] Jer 9:22, Jer 16:4, Jer 25:33 [3] http://yourreligiousshit.blogspot.com/
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
To: The Maranatha Bible Society and Dale H Koller
Joy is possible, when we know that we’re secure in the Lord. With tenets of Faith employed, we can rightly wield our sword and defeat our defiant enemies. Speaking over bad circumstances clears the way for divine answers and for abundant Life to advance. Joy is possible, when we believe! The joyous excess will bubble away, watering those who hungrily thirst as we knowingly enjoy… the sway of Heaven’s peace reigning over us. We dwell in safety by His protection; being in real fellowship with Christ, we’re creating an Elysian connection. Joy is possible, when we recognize that He causes believers to prosper; His divine success is realized in… the strength of prayers whispered. . . . Author notes . Inspired by: Psa 4:6-8; Phil 4:4-5; Job 1:10; Jer 29:11 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Poem: Joy is Possible
Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back I know I made many mistakes in my lifetime Many in which I should never be forgiven for But I don't know if I can live this way anymore Cause I have never lived soulless before Now I can't see and my heart is struggling to beat And I'm craving to be whole once more Please make the pain go away I don't want to live this way Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back I'm afraid, so afraid cause i have never felt this way before I just want to hold her once more Embracing her like I tried before But I was a fool back then I didn't realize what we had was so special That we were actually meant to be forever And not the short time I was hoping for Didn't realize how much I falling for jer Now I'm here wondering what is going on Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back I love her, I love her so much Wish I could tell her how sorry I truly am I just want to hold her hand and lay in the sand You know be free under a tree and hope not to get stung by a bee But I know for a fact she won't see what I I see Especially after I betrayed her after she she trusted me I stabbed her in the back and walked the other way Now look at where I'm at Standing at the corner with a trick bat Fighting them off like they are a witch rat Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back I hope she comes back
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
Emergency
Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back I know I made many mistakes in my lifetime Many in which I should never be forgiven for But I don't know if I can live this way anymore Cause I have never lived soulless before Now I can't see and my heart is struggling to beat And I'm craving to be whole once more Please make the pain go away I don't want to live this way Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back I'm afraid, so afraid cause i have never felt this way before I just want to hold her once more Embracing her like I tried before But I was a fool back then I didn't realize what we had was so special That we were actually meant to be forever And not the short time I was hoping for Didn't realize how much I falling for jer Now I'm here wondering what is going on Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back I love her, I love her so much Wish I could tell her how sorry I truly am I just want to hold her hand and lay in the sand You know be free under a tree and hope not to get stung by a bee But I know for a fact she won't see what I I see Especially after I betrayed her after she she trusted me I stabbed her in the back and walked the other way Now look at where I'm at Standing at the corner with a trick bat Fighting them off like they are a witch rat Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back Will she ever come back Somebody call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack I can't breathe anymore Cause she on took my soul away Now here I am staring at the moon wonder will things ever be the same Will she ever come back I hope she comes back
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tren razuzdan razuzda sve zauzdano što se uz vrisak pun sujete rastajaše od uzdi svojih poput deteta kome se seče pupčana vrpca ili radnika koji viče burazeru proburazi mi aortu a konj je plemenita životinja i pauk koji zalud plete mreže jer je konj brat vetrov i pauk uzvikuje dan i noć tvoje ime lucifere zar si nem dok čovek prži jaja a ona mu se obraća kao inferiornom biću želi deset na oko eh zalud grca čovek u procepu znatiželja rađaće nam telad telad takve više nema miriše joj butine da to je miris ruže konji ržu pauci cvile vlažnih ruku odlaze u rasejanje vetar drami put jednostavan i **** ga pozdravlja jer njegov brat je konj duplim dekom mu vida rane jadan li je put uzvikuje kupite moje uši u prodavnici mešovite robe lomne su iluzije dok čovek kiti jelek trepavicama njenim uzeglom štrudlom napoio je konja loman i radošću prevejan mudrac cmizdreći dao je ime njenoj duši protkanoj hemoroidima koji krvare gore je smeštena smeša blažen je onaj koji puva kad procuri šulj teško ju je doseći opet se u snu javlja on kibicerski smeće i maže na krišku hleba mrtvog mačora teško ju je doseći kaže sa uma najvažniju stvar stvar je ona koja mu dolazi glave to je vrdalama ona zauzdava tren
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
vrdalama
Sommetider når jeg findes spekulerer jeg på, hvordan det må være at være På samme galakse som jer. Jeg skriger til verdensrummet, men ser ingen stjerner. Jeg tænker på ekliptika og om tilsyneladende er konstant. Eller så var det kirsebær, og hvordan I romantiserer livet, blondetrusser, smøger og lange mandage. Men Åh. Jeg husker dig. Dine måner. Du duftede af stjerneskyer og smagte af frugtplantager. E skapere L igegyldigt S ex K opiere E vigheden Og nu går det op for dig, at jeg snakkede om at elske. Men hvad så når vi må gå baglæns for at holde det hele i os? "Blod fuld af kys" og du var lige så let som duggen fra træerne. Du minder mig om Vogue. Jeg lider af Afasi og hænger mig i dine ord. du euforiserer dig selv.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
Realitetsødelæggende
Jacob was a man, he grabbed his brothers heel [1] And his Birthright too, this started the ordeal - This ordeal continues on, with hatred so severe It's coming to a ****** "Jacob's Troubles" do draw near [2] - Gathered round about him, every nation of the world EXTERMINATION they all want, their Flag of WAR unfurled - Coming from the East, 200 million men draw near [3] The Euphrates will dry up, there will be a quaking and great fear - To Armageddon they do march! Armageddon's drawing neigh! The Rider in the White Horse, is coming from the sky [4] [1] Gen 25: 24&25 [2] Jer 30:7 [3] Rev 9:16 [4] Rev 19:11
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Armageddon
Know that your brokenness can be healed and that your wholeness can be restored. Reaffirm your divine covenant today, by completely trusting upon the Lord! Seek a vital relationship with God now; be thankful for His daily grace and mercy. Realize and understand His intentions for you; Open your eyes and observe what He sees… regarding His plans, already laid out; through prayer, request spiritual guidance. Recognize your heavenly position this day; know that you can overcome any circumstance. Develop with Christ a genuine fellowship. Remember! You’re still… called to worship! . . . Author Notes: Loosely based on: Deu 7:9; Heb 7:11-22; Jer 29:11-14; Prov 3:5-6; Rom 8:37; 1 John 1:7; Lev 17:11; 1 Cor 12:27 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
Poem: Called to Worship (IX)
**** she said “that kid can shred” I agree with her And she sits back down She slides her back Back down the wall And I follow her And we both sit And listen to this kid As he ******* shreds And we laugh And we are blown Away And we are alien to The crowd But we move our Heads anyway We match the sway Of the kid’s powerchords And we are next to one Another on The needstobevacuumed Carpet In an olneyville Apartment And he Is really really Shredding And I’m really Weakly betting That I’ll be getting What she is betting Really really Gambling On It’s getting to me I’m really getting To me. A gamble is fine If you let me Set me up For you to knock down, So knock it down. (By the way, Your boy’s A clown) But it’s ok, Cuz there’s no Frown upon My face As I sit with You, back To wall In this ******* Place, Listening to This kid shred All over the ******* place. Luh yah babe. Keep the pace.
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Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:32 PM UTC
--Have You Heard Jer?--
You do you and I’ll do me; but if you do me I’ll do you one better. I’ll set you free or buy you a sweater or some other **** I think you’d like. Maybe I’ll just keep sitting here on this oversized armchair next to Jer, and continue wondering what you are up to, what you are thinking, how many blinks you are blinking, how often your neurons are linking. I’m thinking, and I’m thinking, but still the numbers don't add up. I'm sinking and shrinking and I’m getting real fed up with feeding the schlupp inside my chest with pinings for you; for the way you look in my favorite dress, for the way you find beauty in every mess, for the way you should be here and not there, or I the reverse, but you’re there and I’m here and it feels like I’m cursed, like I'm Jesus Christ left in the manger to die of thirst and exposure. Im a twenty-year-dead motor struggling to turn over, or maybe just a dude with a storm in his head that’s getting steadily older and rapidly sober, who's missing a shoulder to press against, and lacking defense against A soul that grows perpetually colder.
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
--Hunger Pains--
9-11 POEM: Dreadlocks of a Scream _________________ Fever too high Doze hallucinate doze... ...into the blue sky and watch the tracer upward tip hesitate and turn toward earth Split apart in the widening dreadlocks of a scream One that took the whole world down with it A woman is standing on an edge hundreds of feet up in the open air-- Just standing.... “You-- who have mounted to the sky will be cast down with great violence You, the golden cup” set down I am burning up at 103 Toss in the arid sheets Chafed flushed cheeks against this living desert pillow Desert Hallucinate Can't get a GPS on where I am or what's the time But most of all – what just happened? I toss and wake to slivered light coming from another room Hear the whispers See their vacant faces Must have walked into the den Feel their shivers hush My questions Between the aisles of candlelight and murmured prayers I'm walking Still in my right mind “It's on the screen” for all to see without electricity I have a fever of 103 --and the main question??? Why everyone's transfixed Everyone _______________________ 1-28-86-- Space Shuttle Challenger explodes, killing crew. 9-11-01-- World Trade Center _______________________ “...Now so that your heart does not grow faint, And you are not afraid at the report that will be heard in the land— For the report will come one year, And after that another report in another year, And violence will be in the land With ruler against ruler”— Jer 50:46 Where Did the Towers Go-- by Doctor Judy Wood
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
Dreadlocks of a Scream
9-11 POEM: Dreadlocks of a Scream _________________ Fever too high Doze hallucinate doze... ...into the blue sky and watch the tracer upward tip hesitate and turn toward earth Split apart in the widening dreadlocks of a scream One that took the whole world down with it A woman is standing on an edge hundreds of feet up in the open air-- Just standing.... “You-- who have mounted to the sky will be cast down with great violence You, the golden cup” set down I am burning up at 103 Toss in the arid sheets Chafed flushed cheeks against this living desert pillow Desert Hallucinate Can't get a GPS on where I am or what's the time But most of all – what just happened? I toss and wake to slivered light coming from another room Hear the whispers See their vacant faces Must have walked into the den Feel their shivers hush My questions Between the aisles of candlelight and murmured prayers I'm walking Still in my right mind “It's on the screen” for all to see without electricity I have a fever of 103 --and the main question??? Why everyone's transfixed Everyone _______________________ 1-28-86-- Space Shuttle Challenger explodes, killing crew. 9-11-01-- World Trade Center _______________________ “...Now so that your heart does not grow faint, And you are not afraid at the report that will be heard in the land— For the report will come one year, And after that another report in another year, And violence will be in the land With ruler against ruler”— Jer 50:46 Where Did the Towers Go-- by Doctor Judy Wood
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It just can’t be a coincidence, that my origin is that of soil; for it provides both fertility and the strength for human toil. Buried deep within my spirit is Your garden, implanted with seeds; once I’ve been tilled by You, Lord I’ll meet one of Your Kingdom needs. My life’s labor won’t go unrewarded, for it’s scented with the perfume of an authentic, Christian Faith. Your words in me are a poetic bloom that brings encouragement to others. Will my humble life be as You planned? O Lord, will Your expectations be met with me still becoming… a glorious man? . . . Author notes Inspired by: Gen 2:7; 2 Cor 9:10; 2 Thes 1:3; Col 2:6-7; Jer 17:7-8 and One day when we come to a deeper understanding of The Word of God, we shall find the term “Man” more palatable than even the term “Children of God.” For we shall realize that God’s preordained plan and election is to obtain a glorious man. -Jacobs Adewale Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
Poem: A Glorious Man?
The revolving doors of strife are in opposition to peace; unfulfilled desires of lust, burning with envy and anger, offers no one any release… to those personal conflicts. Wanting stuff with wrong purposes for selfish pleasures of life, will result in spiritual confusion- more so than a three-ring circus. Insecurities of deceitful hearts can generate disastrous events, with life spinning out of control; His grace will teach us to overcome, when we earnestly choose to repent. Turn away from disloyalty towards God; don’t speak evil of others around you. Grace, the power of the Holy Spirit, has the ability to teach us humility- Remain in the Light of His purview. Life remains chaotic, out of balance, unless we defeat the evil tendencies that are resident within human nature; we can be more than conquerors when… recognizing our inner dependencies of needing God first and foremost. We’re to be separate from the World; He’s protective of us with His jealousy with healthy hopes from Him alone, as His precious boys and girls. . . . Author Notes Loosely based on: Jam 4; Psa 34:7; Jer 17:9 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Poem: Lacking Peace?
gospodo molim vas vratite mi moje oči moje lepe okrugle crne oči oči koje su ponekad nemirno znale da pogledaju vaše kćeri oči koje osmeh da sakriju nisu znale i dok su treptale na kapke tajne pisale su oči moje nesvakidašnje gospodo preklinjem vas vratite mi moje oči putem njih vi ništa nećete videti nećete moći da ih otvorite jer ni ne slutite koliko srce vam je za to potrebno znam vi imate nož ali meni nećete njime nauditi kćeri vaše će on blistavošću svojom oslepiti stoga gospodo molim vas vratite mi moje oči
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
tuga 1992.
you make me laugh, giddy in love you make me smile, the brightest and the happiest you make me forget, how to be a girl you make my heart jump, out of my chest but mostly you make me jealous, for you aren't mine.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
jer