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Many people write a "bucket list" of things they want to do before they die.  Now in my 80th year, I don't have the time or the energy to do things that others might aim for, but I have during my life visited many places, seen many things, and enjoyed many experiences that I would have been sorry to miss. There have also been some events that I would have preferred not to experience, but which have enriched my life in different ways, and which I remember with a kind of sad affection.   Some of these are very personal to me, and would not be interesting to most people, but read the note if you wonder why I chose them. Here then is what I might call                                                   My Reverse Bucket List Towns and cities – architecture & atmosphere    Barcelona, Spain    Venice, Italy    Oxford, England    Jerusalem, Israel    Luxor, Egypt    Varanasi, India    Hiroshima, Japan Pompeii, Italy Other locations    Galápagos islands, Ecuador    Great Barrier Reef, Australia    North Woolwich, London Churches    St Paul's Cathedral, London    Sagrada Familia, Barcelona    Coventry Cathedral    Córdoba Cathedral, Spain    Blue Mosque, Istanbul Other structures    Taj Mahal, Agra    Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland    Royal Festival Hall, London    London underground system (because it was the first, and I rode it for a long time).  Also the more splendid underground railways of Mexico City and Moscow.    Avebury Ring, Wiltshire, England (the largest prehistoric stone circle in the world, and much more primitive than Stonehenge)    Bayeux Tapestry     "Angel of the North" statue, Gateshead, England    "Christ the Redeemer" statue, Rio, Brazil Events    Messiah at Royal Festival Hall, Feb 1959, with the girl later to be my wife    St John's night, Spain, early 1990s (?)    Death and funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales, Aug 1997    Oberammergau passion play, 2010    Destruction of World Trade Centre, Sept 2001
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Bucket List? -- Not Me!
Many people write a "bucket list" of things they want to do before they die.  Now in my 80th year, I don't have the time or the energy to do things that others might aim for, but I have during my life visited many places, seen many things, and enjoyed many experiences that I would have been sorry to miss. There have also been some events that I would have preferred not to experience, but which have enriched my life in different ways, and which I remember with a kind of sad affection.   Some of these are very personal to me, and would not be interesting to most people, but read the note if you wonder why I chose them. Here then is what I might call                                                   My Reverse Bucket List Towns and cities – architecture & atmosphere    Barcelona, Spain    Venice, Italy    Oxford, England    Jerusalem, Israel    Luxor, Egypt    Varanasi, India    Hiroshima, Japan Pompeii, Italy Other locations    Galápagos islands, Ecuador    Great Barrier Reef, Australia    North Woolwich, London Churches    St Paul's Cathedral, London    Sagrada Familia, Barcelona    Coventry Cathedral    Córdoba Cathedral, Spain    Blue Mosque, Istanbul Other structures    Taj Mahal, Agra    Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland    Royal Festival Hall, London    London underground system (because it was the first, and I rode it for a long time).  Also the more splendid underground railways of Mexico City and Moscow.    Avebury Ring, Wiltshire, England (the largest prehistoric stone circle in the world, and much more primitive than Stonehenge)    Bayeux Tapestry     "Angel of the North" statue, Gateshead, England    "Christ the Redeemer" statue, Rio, Brazil Events    Messiah at Royal Festival Hall, Feb 1959, with the girl later to be my wife    St John's night, Spain, early 1990s (?)    Death and funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales, Aug 1997    Oberammergau passion play, 2010    Destruction of World Trade Centre, Sept 2001
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1260 Because that you are going And never coming back And I, however absolute, May overlook your Track— Because that Death is final, However first it be, This instant be suspended Above Mortality— Significance that each has lived The other to detect Discovery not God himself Could now annihilate Eternity, Presumption The instant I perceive That you, who were Existence Yourself forgot to live— The “Life that is” will then have been A thing I never knew— As Paradise fictitious Until the Realm of you— The “Life that is to be,” to me, A Residence too plain Unless in my Redeemer’s Face I recognize your own— Of Immortality who doubts He may exchange with me Curtailed by your obscuring Face Of everything but He— Of Heaven and Hell I also yield The Right to reprehend To whoso would commute this Face For his less priceless Friend. If “God is Love” as he admits We think that me must be Because he is a “jealous God” He tells us certainly If “All is possible with” him As he besides concedes He will refund us finally Our confiscated Gods—
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Because that you are going
The crown of my unrighteousness pierced Thy skull, And drops of blood flowed into the veins of Thy brain, Quite often I please the ruler of the flesh, But all my ways ripped the heart of the Redeemer. Thou wert stripped when I am shrouded with iniquities, Thou wert spit when I choose the fleshly acts, Thou wert scorned for my fruitless words, My sins of pleasure nailed Thy palms on the Cross. Intermittently I let the spirit of evil into my soul, And how often Thou wert lashed by filthy transactions, Thou wert kicked with the filth of my boot, With my heart of pride Thou wert slapped. Thou hast created me and all within; Yet Thy Love for Thine made the Way with Thy humility.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Thy Love, Thy Humility
Death you are seen so repugnant. Death you are sensed so vile. Death you are deemed so untimely. “Death can’t you wait for a while?” But Death, aren’t you Life’s true redeemer? Making everyone think well of the dead. Death aren’t you Life’s other half? Death don’t you tuck us to bed? When our wanderlust has faded, your embrace remains unjaded. Death you are humble in your infamy; Life the glory claims. Yet sickness, accidents and war are all Life’s macabre games. That which kills you comes from Life. Life will push to make that sale; living organs mere currency. Cannibalistic Life - advertising as a fairy tale. Death you are left to clear the carnage. Death – the coloseum’s sand – innocently soaked in the blood of Life’s cruel hand. Death you are Life’s psychologist; motivating each step, each trial. Making us get up every morning to make each moment worthwhile. Death you employ Time’s creation to set a deadline to Life. Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring Death you are a scalpel; Life a butcher’s knife. Famine, plague, disease, beast, Without glorious survival, why feast? Death your work with Time is inspired, for we created it to understand your course. With Time we can learn Life’s seasons and record it’s length before it’s divorce from our fragile clay. Death you make us frugal with our Time, yet generous with our Love. For to each heartbeat’s rhythm and rhyme, we fervently dance to give. To make another grief-stricken Death. For if Life is filled with meaning, it is Death’s boon to us all. Life becomes exhilarating – A race before the fall! Death remains a wallflower to the very close. Death only wants to meet us; a gentle lover with a rose. Encouraging, yet terrifying. But if we fear the Darkness, it is Life we fear not Death. How often has a blinding Light been reported on a final breath?
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
An Ode to Death
Death you are seen so repugnant. Death you are sensed so vile. Death you are deemed so untimely. “Death can’t you wait for a while?” But Death, aren’t you Life’s true redeemer? Making everyone think well of the dead. Death aren’t you Life’s other half? Death don’t you tuck us to bed? When our wanderlust has faded, your embrace remains unjaded. Death you are humble in your infamy; Life the glory claims. Yet sickness, accidents and war are all Life’s macabre games. That which kills you comes from Life. Life will push to make that sale; living organs mere currency. Cannibalistic Life - advertising as a fairy tale. Death you are left to clear the carnage. Death – the coloseum’s sand – innocently soaked in the blood of Life’s cruel hand. Death you are Life’s psychologist; motivating each step, each trial. Making us get up every morning to make each moment worthwhile. Death you employ Time’s creation to set a deadline to Life. Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring Death you are a scalpel; Life a butcher’s knife. Famine, plague, disease, beast, Without glorious survival, why feast? Death your work with Time is inspired, for we created it to understand your course. With Time we can learn Life’s seasons and record it’s length before it’s divorce from our fragile clay. Death you make us frugal with our Time, yet generous with our Love. For to each heartbeat’s rhythm and rhyme, we fervently dance to give. To make another grief-stricken Death. For if Life is filled with meaning, it is Death’s boon to us all. Life becomes exhilarating – A race before the fall! Death remains a wallflower to the very close. Death only wants to meet us; a gentle lover with a rose. Encouraging, yet terrifying. But if we fear the Darkness, it is Life we fear not Death. How often has a blinding Light been reported on a final breath?
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The Second Joyful Mystery: The Visitation: Elizabeth greets Mary: ‘Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb!’ Mary travels miles to see her best friend, and cousin, Elizabeth who was also with child to share with her this great news! When Mary gets to her cousin’s house the two women great each other and Elizabeth’s baby leaps inside her womb in response to being in the presence of the Lord Jesus. Elizabeth is very happy and says to Mary “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb!” Elizabeth recognizes that Mary is truly blessed to conceive Jesus while still a ****** by the working of the Holy Spirit. Mary also recognizes she is truly blessed to bear the Christ child inside of her. She alone was chosen among women to house the savior and redeemer of the world. What amazing gifts God has given Mary! We pray to God May we, like Mary be blessed. Help us to receive you all the time and, like Elizabeth and her baby, may we give all praise and glory to you now and forever. May we leap for joy whenever we are near to you. Help us also to feel your presence daily. Amen
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
Meditations and Reflections on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary (The Joyful Mysteries)
maturity admired exaggerated by far assumed mutual care me, stepped on Satans tail ignoring elder warnings believing Satans whispers building, dreaming forging forever happiness on a whisper, sweat whisper i enjoyed the dripping yellow whisper smooth clear honey, flowed my deity please remember me think me i Begg for my soul, please mercy please release my soul ties that bind, please destroy by faith alone, a righteous prayer my redeemer lives standing on faiths shoulder, my enemies crumble and fall father please forgive an ignorant youth no more old spit out toy, emotionless the road is hard, please carry me by faith alone, by faith alone
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
exagerated maturity
When darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of Thee! Oh! let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learn, That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. But, O my Lord, one look from Thee Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away, And Thy rebellious worm is still. Thou art as ready to forgive As I am ready to repine; Thou, therefore, all the praise receive; Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.
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Peace after a Storm
Oh, my Father in Heaven Guarding me from all perils and trials   And sets my heart free of all clutter For you, my songs of praise, I reserve All my life, I shall sing Without fail, in bloom or gloom On every unfolding day Through months and years Till death and beyond Let my songs sail across the skies And with the chorus of the heavenly band, unite Oh, the benevolent Lord of all creation Custodian of all wealth Contriver of birth and death The Master Crafts man Everything is your handiwork. The lofty mounts Veiled in misty snow The verdant dales Lush and still The fathomless deep Where mysteries peep All the flowers That bloom and wither All things Bright and beautiful Everything, above and below In all, Let me behold thy grace And sing Thee praise! Oh! Redeemer of Mankind Guide me through the dark Guard my steps where dangers lurk Hold my hand And never loosen your grip Make me face the light Illumine me with wisdom serene And fill me with love divine; So that you be glorified Here, on Earth And in Heaven be!
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
Sing Praise unto the Lord
Sitting there in the corner Empty eyes, broken wings left to dance for money, to dance for life. Lovely angel, lost and fallen losing all and gaining nothing Falling out of faith. You're Lucifer's Angel Love of a sinner, Redeemer of Demons Tempt the fires of Hell. You grant him his heart, give him his wings to be an Angel again. Motherless child, Father has gone. Where are you now? You're left alone. Dealing with devils, working with sin. Loose are you lips to him, Weak are your hips For you know no other way. You're Lucifer's Angel love of a sinner, redeemer of demons tempt the fires of hell. You grant him his heart, give him his wings Help him to live again. He flies away and leaves you beaten and broken, once again alone. Lucifer's Angel, love of a sinner now turned saint. Again you're on your own. But he returns, your health and heart regained. Lucifer's Angel, learn to fly again and get out of this place. Lucifer's Angel, love of a sinner, redeemer of demons, beat the fires of hell. Kiss deep those lips, beat fast those wings, Fly off before you're broken again.
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Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
*Lucifer's Angel*
*"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."* Shall I compare thee... ...to the Iguazú Falls River, where legend serves that a serpent; Boi, demanded a sacrifice each year of a young female, and the day two lovers; Tarobá and his beautiful maid Naipí, took to escape, and in revenge of such an act, Boi exuded such anger that he parted the river, thus forming the Iguazú Falls, splitting the river and condemning to two lovers to the falls. or ...to Cristo Redentor; Christ the Redeemer, the Art Deco statue, protecting and looking over the city of Rio de Janeiro, to whom in all its glory cannot escape the force of nature, struck by lightning, causing damage irreplaceable. or …to The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, hundreds of metres into the sky, a place that to this day is unknown, myth being that King Nebuchadnezzar recreated the homeland of his precious wife Amyitis, who was deeply depressed and homesick, allowing her to find comfort and happiness. or …the Taj Mahal, of Pradesh, constructed using marble by the emperor Shah Jahan, in loving memory of his third wife; Mumtaz Mahal, the jewel of Muslim art, a calligraphy written Great Gate reading; "O Soul, thou art at rest. Return to the Lord at peace with Him, and He at peace with you. or …the Temple of Artemis; Istambul, on sacred land in honour of the Greek goddess Artemis, the most apotheosized of Greek deities, the supposed daughter of Zeus and Leto, the temple also known as Diana, one of the goddesses who vouched never to marry; alongside Minerva and Vesta. or … the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, of the Persian Empire, whereby Mausolus ornamented four sculptures created in relief for his wife (and also his sister); Artemisia II of Caria, generating an above ground tomb that would become to be listed as one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. But of all, I compare thee to the Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sexuality; Aphrodite arising from the sea, floating ashore on a shell; Venus rising from the sea, a lover of many, later depicted as a painting of the Birth of Venus, by the sufferer of unrequited love; Botticelli, using his muse Simonetta Vespucci as a model. © Sia Jane
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Mythological Lovers
*"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."* Shall I compare thee... ...to the Iguazú Falls River, where legend serves that a serpent; Boi, demanded a sacrifice each year of a young female, and the day two lovers; Tarobá and his beautiful maid Naipí, took to escape, and in revenge of such an act, Boi exuded such anger that he parted the river, thus forming the Iguazú Falls, splitting the river and condemning to two lovers to the falls. or ...to Cristo Redentor; Christ the Redeemer, the Art Deco statue, protecting and looking over the city of Rio de Janeiro, to whom in all its glory cannot escape the force of nature, struck by lightning, causing damage irreplaceable. or …to The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, hundreds of metres into the sky, a place that to this day is unknown, myth being that King Nebuchadnezzar recreated the homeland of his precious wife Amyitis, who was deeply depressed and homesick, allowing her to find comfort and happiness. or …the Taj Mahal, of Pradesh, constructed using marble by the emperor Shah Jahan, in loving memory of his third wife; Mumtaz Mahal, the jewel of Muslim art, a calligraphy written Great Gate reading; "O Soul, thou art at rest. Return to the Lord at peace with Him, and He at peace with you. or …the Temple of Artemis; Istambul, on sacred land in honour of the Greek goddess Artemis, the most apotheosized of Greek deities, the supposed daughter of Zeus and Leto, the temple also known as Diana, one of the goddesses who vouched never to marry; alongside Minerva and Vesta. or … the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, of the Persian Empire, whereby Mausolus ornamented four sculptures created in relief for his wife (and also his sister); Artemisia II of Caria, generating an above ground tomb that would become to be listed as one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. But of all, I compare thee to the Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sexuality; Aphrodite arising from the sea, floating ashore on a shell; Venus rising from the sea, a lover of many, later depicted as a painting of the Birth of Venus, by the sufferer of unrequited love; Botticelli, using his muse Simonetta Vespucci as a model. © Sia Jane
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May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer. Good Morning Beloved It is good to be among you this morning. Let us pray…. Gracious Lord As we sojourn the pathways of life You have brought us to the places Of ecstatic splendorous peaks You have blessed us with resounding joys You have filled us with good things The grace of your unconditional love Is made manifest in the abundant life you have promised to all your children We bless you Lord for your provision And your unfailing unrequited love You have also humbled us Lord With times of perplexing trial, deep sorrows and pointed loss Our earthly journey has led us to places of dread, devastation sickness and pending death Our plans and aspirations Have turned to dust Our eyes fill with tears Our crestfallen hearts have hardened We fail to receive the balm of love We have been routed We have lost the battle We have been conquered by separation, sin and despair The spirit of life Has evaporated From our bodies All that remains Are dry bones Scattered in the valley of death hidden by the shadows In the nadir of our lives Yet your abiding love remains the strong Present Helper calling us to your light May we rise from our Afflictions as Lazarus did when called by his beloved friend Jesus May your grace anoint Our ears with the sound of The Great Resurrectors voice May you stir our hearts With the wisdom of your will May you bless our lips With the grace of prophecy That we may Prophesy to the broken And brittle bones of our lives Prophecy to the bones so they may be joined With sinew and flesh again May your words Become flesh May we walk again In the land of the living And rejoin the beloved At the table of Your abundant grace In The Good Deliver's Name We pray... Selah Music: Eric Dolphy, Come Sunday Readings, Ezekiel 37 The Valley of Dry Bones, John 11, The Death of Lazarus Prayer of the Dry Bones Faith Lutheran Church Lavallette NJ 4th Sunday in Lent 4/2/17
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Prayer of Dry Bones
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer. Good Morning Beloved It is good to be among you this morning. Let us pray…. Gracious Lord As we sojourn the pathways of life You have brought us to the places Of ecstatic splendorous peaks You have blessed us with resounding joys You have filled us with good things The grace of your unconditional love Is made manifest in the abundant life you have promised to all your children We bless you Lord for your provision And your unfailing unrequited love You have also humbled us Lord With times of perplexing trial, deep sorrows and pointed loss Our earthly journey has led us to places of dread, devastation sickness and pending death Our plans and aspirations Have turned to dust Our eyes fill with tears Our crestfallen hearts have hardened We fail to receive the balm of love We have been routed We have lost the battle We have been conquered by separation, sin and despair The spirit of life Has evaporated From our bodies All that remains Are dry bones Scattered in the valley of death hidden by the shadows In the nadir of our lives Yet your abiding love remains the strong Present Helper calling us to your light May we rise from our Afflictions as Lazarus did when called by his beloved friend Jesus May your grace anoint Our ears with the sound of The Great Resurrectors voice May you stir our hearts With the wisdom of your will May you bless our lips With the grace of prophecy That we may Prophesy to the broken And brittle bones of our lives Prophecy to the bones so they may be joined With sinew and flesh again May your words Become flesh May we walk again In the land of the living And rejoin the beloved At the table of Your abundant grace In The Good Deliver's Name We pray... Selah Music: Eric Dolphy, Come Sunday Readings, Ezekiel 37 The Valley of Dry Bones, John 11, The Death of Lazarus Prayer of the Dry Bones Faith Lutheran Church Lavallette NJ 4th Sunday in Lent 4/2/17
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Flames licked his skull as the fire took its pleasure. Hell was the only one to seem like a redeemer. He layed in the lake of fire Condemned by Christianity. He was called a *** He had a boyfriend They found out The church Ripped them out like cancer. They never wanted A **** to worship their god. Anyone else would be forgiven Murderer forgiven ****** forgiven Thief forgiven Homosexual send em to hell They are supposed to love all But they rally against them And bring violence to the front. Christians Follow what you preach These people dont deserve your hate. God tells to love all Yet you hurt lgbtq And you wonder why Less and less followers go to church
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Lgbtq: Christianity's worst enemy
This Tamarind tree with a thick  thatched roof of leaves spread to all the sides like matted dreadlocks of a sage in silent, inwardly turned contemplation, for long long years has such cool, comfortable shade, that is-- lovely rendezvous to the love smitten, to bill and coo for hours, transit home for nomads who own nothing more than their backpacks and looking for a shade, playground for children in the neighborhood, with curious eyes, resting place for laborers tired from toiling, in the sun all day long. pen for itinerant goats, that playfully fight with each other, kennel for stray pups finding companionship all by themselves, hive for honey bees that hum tunes for all these refugees, venue for a cocophonous congregation of  birds of different feathers, obviously very political, probably arguing about the future plans when such a kind tree no more would be there, soon when the road gets broadened.
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC
An amazing avatar in need of a redeemer
Across the ice a baritone Projects his notes of steel, A tenor’s harmonizing Adds that melancholy feel And the glory of the voices Flows out through alders bare And the listeners weep for Russia’s soul And the tragedy found there. The tragic melancholy Found in every Russian heart Liberated by the sadness A fine harmony can impart. Of the monolithic yesterdays, Those forgotten fields of dead And that fire within the ***** Which numbs the agony of the head. Dark stains along the timber wall Wood fire’s stones make steam It fills the room with stifling heat Which sweats the bodies clean. Red wheals raised on shoulders Birch branches whip the back Whilst companion tones of maleness Speak in vectors women lack. Red larches in the foothills Gold lantern light on snow, The vastness of ancient steppes Of Central Asia grow. A viola’s velvet passion Sighs beneath a cottage door And the sadness in sensation Brings grown men to weep once more. The vastness of the terrain The hardness of the land, The bitter cold of northern wind, Each freezing winter spanned By Siberia’s lashing gales, White snow is metres deep And turquois ice as hard as steel Beneath which... rivers creep. Dostoyevsky,Kruschev, Rasputin and the Tsars, Great Lenin, Marx and Trotsky And the swords of Horse Hussars. Gorbachev the great redeemer, Poor Yeltsin’s pale white skin And the ****** found in Stalin's smile Span the politics of sin. This great Russian melancholy Lies deep within the soul It’s a legacy of yesterday Of her history's brutal goal. It’s a product of the suffering Inherent in the past Endured by legions of the people Then dispensed with… With a laugh! Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 13 April 2009
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Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 10:46 PM UTC
Melancholy Russia
Across the ice a baritone Projects his notes of steel, A tenor’s harmonizing Adds that melancholy feel And the glory of the voices Flows out through alders bare And the listeners weep for Russia’s soul And the tragedy found there. The tragic melancholy Found in every Russian heart Liberated by the sadness A fine harmony can impart. Of the monolithic yesterdays, Those forgotten fields of dead And that fire within the ***** Which numbs the agony of the head. Dark stains along the timber wall Wood fire’s stones make steam It fills the room with stifling heat Which sweats the bodies clean. Red wheals raised on shoulders Birch branches whip the back Whilst companion tones of maleness Speak in vectors women lack. Red larches in the foothills Gold lantern light on snow, The vastness of ancient steppes Of Central Asia grow. A viola’s velvet passion Sighs beneath a cottage door And the sadness in sensation Brings grown men to weep once more. The vastness of the terrain The hardness of the land, The bitter cold of northern wind, Each freezing winter spanned By Siberia’s lashing gales, White snow is metres deep And turquois ice as hard as steel Beneath which... rivers creep. Dostoyevsky,Kruschev, Rasputin and the Tsars, Great Lenin, Marx and Trotsky And the swords of Horse Hussars. Gorbachev the great redeemer, Poor Yeltsin’s pale white skin And the ****** found in Stalin's smile Span the politics of sin. This great Russian melancholy Lies deep within the soul It’s a legacy of yesterday Of her history's brutal goal. It’s a product of the suffering Inherent in the past Endured by legions of the people Then dispensed with… With a laugh! Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 13 April 2009
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Powerful conversion, repented of sins and attitudes. These are just a couple of things proving rebirth. For once you are rebirth you shall hate worldly things. For we might be living in this world but we are not of this world. We belong to Christ whom dwells in heavens above us. So live radical, live a life focusing on our Redeemer Jesus. Love others as Christ have love you, be selfless not selfish. Live a life without greed, live a life full of miracles.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
Rebirth
We have a promise that we are held In the arms of our Savior, our hope For eternity in the arms of Jesus God is our Savior, our redeemer Our help and our comfort rejoicing Praising the one God who cares for me Great is the glory and awesome His power While ruling in justice over this world Praise is the song that I offer to God To praise Him forever for all He has done By: Leona Chspuy
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
God Is Our Savior
it has been years you didn't write nor call i slithered from church for reach out to you my savior, my redeemer like an evangelist im waiting for you to come in a beautiful dress and baptise me with your luscious kiss so that under my spell you can tell me im the chosen one i can tell you you are the one i've been waiting for
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May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 6:25 PM UTC
church bells
Bright child of the Tarot, a new age awaits you – but not through the mazes you’re wandering in. Your gypsy desire and clairvoyant excursions are setting your beautiful brain all a-spin. The dog at the precipice barks out a warning: the FOOL, the MAGICIAN and PRIESTESS are wrong Pay no heed to their signs and the omens around you – let faith be your shield when the DEVIL seems strong. JUSTICE, as blind as the HERMIT is ***** has seen that our TOWER is stricken and doomed. The SUN, MOON and STARS in their orbits bear witness as LOVERS  in ******* to DEATH are consumed… Egypt can’t help you – the CHARIOT‘s  stalled While the TEMPERANCE angel was mixing the drinks. The EMPRESS (a tedious feminist) preaches an upside down future, the HANGED MAN thinks… Though the WHEEL almost crushes you turning this way And the staff of correction has battered you hard I am sure you will make it, if only you pray to the sovereign elector who holds every card for a ray of redemption to light up your way. Let the major arcana now bow and acknowledge as  JUDGMENT is sounded and shatters the sky that righteous and just is the blessed Redeemer who loves every lunatic card-addled dreamer like you and like me. Therefore hear as I cry that the WORLD in its fulness can’t harbor His love – nor the heavens within nor without nor above… May the HIEROPHANT‘s dynasty wither away and the EMPEROR‘s  scepter be broken to shards as the breath of God’s Spirit comes into our world to reveal the true STRENGTH of your house made of cards.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
House of Cards
Bright child of the Tarot, a new age awaits you – but not through the mazes you’re wandering in. Your gypsy desire and clairvoyant excursions are setting your beautiful brain all a-spin. The dog at the precipice barks out a warning: the FOOL, the MAGICIAN and PRIESTESS are wrong Pay no heed to their signs and the omens around you – let faith be your shield when the DEVIL seems strong. JUSTICE, as blind as the HERMIT is ***** has seen that our TOWER is stricken and doomed. The SUN, MOON and STARS in their orbits bear witness as LOVERS  in ******* to DEATH are consumed… Egypt can’t help you – the CHARIOT‘s  stalled While the TEMPERANCE angel was mixing the drinks. The EMPRESS (a tedious feminist) preaches an upside down future, the HANGED MAN thinks… Though the WHEEL almost crushes you turning this way And the staff of correction has battered you hard I am sure you will make it, if only you pray to the sovereign elector who holds every card for a ray of redemption to light up your way. Let the major arcana now bow and acknowledge as  JUDGMENT is sounded and shatters the sky that righteous and just is the blessed Redeemer who loves every lunatic card-addled dreamer like you and like me. Therefore hear as I cry that the WORLD in its fulness can’t harbor His love – nor the heavens within nor without nor above… May the HIEROPHANT‘s dynasty wither away and the EMPEROR‘s  scepter be broken to shards as the breath of God’s Spirit comes into our world to reveal the true STRENGTH of your house made of cards.
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On a bleak and frosty night Vexed and weary two travelers rode Along the pathways-craggy and ragged From Nazareth, trudging miles on end Full pregnant, was she with child Mary -the ****** suffused with Spirit Holy Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince Conceived before, she had known her spouse. Abiding in Heaven’s Providence n’ care They had rode past miles behind Far too fatigued by the trip Mary, now badly needed a place to rest. Heading towards the blinking lights Not far from the city’s guarded gate Joseph sighted a tavern-small Perched high on a tiny hill A sense of relief beamed past They have come at last to the journey’s end Finally found a place to rest! An interim home away from home Tethering the donkey outside the gate Joseph helped Mary alight the brute In eager search, he hurried inside With Mary, following with faltering steps. But the couple, to their dismay found Within the tavern, room, there was none For many a man had gathered round To halt there on that freezing night Sundry folk from surrounding lands Had reached Bethlehem for the yearly census Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese Nomads of varying clans and clime Petulant camels, braying donkeys The place was littered with man and beast. The tavern small, so packed to full Had no more space to harbor the crowd Mary and Joseph, though dejected, Were encamped within a manger- warm With tender concern, Joseph joked, To ease the strain on Mary’s face “Gaze upon this palace of gold Where a son shall soon be born to us”! Mary smiled a gentle smile, Humored by her husband’s jest Under the gaze of tethered hosts In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom She gave birth to a radiant child, The great Redeemer to all Mankind The star studded sky suddenly glowed With a rare brilliance never beheld And a celestial voice trailed along Delivering ‘tidings of joy’ to the globe around
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
A Journey to Bethlehem
On a bleak and frosty night Vexed and weary two travelers rode Along the pathways-craggy and ragged From Nazareth, trudging miles on end Full pregnant, was she with child Mary -the ****** suffused with Spirit Holy Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince Conceived before, she had known her spouse. Abiding in Heaven’s Providence n’ care They had rode past miles behind Far too fatigued by the trip Mary, now badly needed a place to rest. Heading towards the blinking lights Not far from the city’s guarded gate Joseph sighted a tavern-small Perched high on a tiny hill A sense of relief beamed past They have come at last to the journey’s end Finally found a place to rest! An interim home away from home Tethering the donkey outside the gate Joseph helped Mary alight the brute In eager search, he hurried inside With Mary, following with faltering steps. But the couple, to their dismay found Within the tavern, room, there was none For many a man had gathered round To halt there on that freezing night Sundry folk from surrounding lands Had reached Bethlehem for the yearly census Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese Nomads of varying clans and clime Petulant camels, braying donkeys The place was littered with man and beast. The tavern small, so packed to full Had no more space to harbor the crowd Mary and Joseph, though dejected, Were encamped within a manger- warm With tender concern, Joseph joked, To ease the strain on Mary’s face “Gaze upon this palace of gold Where a son shall soon be born to us”! Mary smiled a gentle smile, Humored by her husband’s jest Under the gaze of tethered hosts In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom She gave birth to a radiant child, The great Redeemer to all Mankind The star studded sky suddenly glowed With a rare brilliance never beheld And a celestial voice trailed along Delivering ‘tidings of joy’ to the globe around
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We read “Captain Hook’s collection of psalms, And other songs to sing along to.” Nothing better to do off hand, But revel in our own arrogance. And, we notched holes in leather straps, To expand at the waste. Drive through diets replacing lessons- Of keeping elbows off the table. Of speaking only when spoken to. Twenty-one years plus a little change. And, daddy says- Everything I taught you is replaceable. And, daddy says- Mistake is a just a word. Hasn’t got it figured out either, At least he admits it, Choking down another cigarette, Says: here’s to now. And, don’t break your back if you don’t have to. Technology affords avenues Different rivers to float experience Overalls and baseball caps And the tree house that broke my tibia. Talked through tin cans in this age, Of golden innocence. Now I’m Facebooking and twitting or twittering Or… who the **** cares? No one I care about. Rivers given way to raw sewage. And, even dogs eat their own **** This cat called my computer a *********** box- If the shoe fits, Clichés get the hits. Search: Blonde **** Big ******* 5 million 38 hundred and 2 results. Neon Bibles erupt in the sky. Today I am a believer in the quarter pounder with cheese Tomorrow in gasoline for 2.85 Midas made gold Now he wants to change my oil. They call that economics Or advertising. And, suddenly my sneakers aren’t good enough Voice on the other end reassures- My ideas are manic. Paint a scene of terror. Laying waste to iron giants- Tearing down systems in place to restrict Setting fire to everything- Rack it up to fulfilling. Rack it up to rebuilding. Dismal haze, red glow to ash filled sky, That makes mom clutch the good book- Saying its time to go home. How she knows her redeemer lives. Clarity reigns supreme And, daddy says- Son, you’ve been watching too much TV. And daddy says- You catch more with honey by rule.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
"Too Much TV"
We read “Captain Hook’s collection of psalms, And other songs to sing along to.” Nothing better to do off hand, But revel in our own arrogance. And, we notched holes in leather straps, To expand at the waste. Drive through diets replacing lessons- Of keeping elbows off the table. Of speaking only when spoken to. Twenty-one years plus a little change. And, daddy says- Everything I taught you is replaceable. And, daddy says- Mistake is a just a word. Hasn’t got it figured out either, At least he admits it, Choking down another cigarette, Says: here’s to now. And, don’t break your back if you don’t have to. Technology affords avenues Different rivers to float experience Overalls and baseball caps And the tree house that broke my tibia. Talked through tin cans in this age, Of golden innocence. Now I’m Facebooking and twitting or twittering Or… who the **** cares? No one I care about. Rivers given way to raw sewage. And, even dogs eat their own **** This cat called my computer a *********** box- If the shoe fits, Clichés get the hits. Search: Blonde **** Big ******* 5 million 38 hundred and 2 results. Neon Bibles erupt in the sky. Today I am a believer in the quarter pounder with cheese Tomorrow in gasoline for 2.85 Midas made gold Now he wants to change my oil. They call that economics Or advertising. And, suddenly my sneakers aren’t good enough Voice on the other end reassures- My ideas are manic. Paint a scene of terror. Laying waste to iron giants- Tearing down systems in place to restrict Setting fire to everything- Rack it up to fulfilling. Rack it up to rebuilding. Dismal haze, red glow to ash filled sky, That makes mom clutch the good book- Saying its time to go home. How she knows her redeemer lives. Clarity reigns supreme And, daddy says- Son, you’ve been watching too much TV. And daddy says- You catch more with honey by rule.
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Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers. With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher. But beware of their lust; their lies that can make you cry, Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night. Soul reaper, heart stealer, evil doers and demon pleasers. Who stay up late, with no hope but faith, that lurking out your gate. To come in at night and take a life, leaving a family in fright with hate. Soul reaper, evil redeemer, satan the saviour of all broken dreamers. Why now, why here, why them at this time and hour. Yes, death is assured to every being, but why other's are earlier. Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers. With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher. But beware of their lust of lies that can make you cry, Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
Soul Reaper
The day of fire is coming, the thrush, will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket, the beetle will sink like a giant bulldozer, and at the breaking of the morning the houses will turn into oil and will in their tides of fire be a becoming and an ending, a red fan. What then, man in your easy chair, of the anointment of the sick, of the New Jerusalem? You will have to polish up the stars with Bab-o and find a new God as the earth empties out into the gnarled hands of the old redeemer.
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The Fury Of Earth
Of all the gifts Thine hand bestows, Thou Giver of all good! Not heaven itself a richer knows Than my Redeemer's blood. Faith too, the blood-receiving grace, From the same hand we gain; Else, sweetly as it suits our case, That gift had been in vain. Till Thou Thy teaching power apply, Our hearts refuse to see, And weak, as a distemper'd eye, Shut out the view of Thee. Blind to the merits of Thy Son, What misery we endure! Yet fly that Hand from which alone We could expect a cure. We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more, To Thee our all we owe: The precious Saviour, and the power That makes Him precious too.
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Praise for Faith
Screaming your name into the winter winds, the emptiness its own reply Marked steps leading to a coven grove, faint crescent moonlight on the snow in the small clearing, round water, clouded starlight watch above Praying by a frozen forest pond at midnight The spirits of the trees acknowledge my presence in their circle I tell them I have come to see the darkest part of night Turning up my palms, opening my hands and my heart and my mind A human receiver, channeling the vibrations of the Earth Sensations directed inwardly outwardly flow into action Collecting branches and pine needles Leaving them at your door, the fresh scent of cool mint and sap Natural balms to sanctify a new reality Priestess, I am sorry. I turned my back on the faith. If only for a span, But for absolute belief, it took me doubt Doubt burnt down the church But the spirit still resides in our hearts, Shakti We felt the flames of the church on fire, we watched as the edifice we constructed crashed and burned around us Invocations of death and pain, I heard and felt the despair from your mouth, my love, a hateful sword ran through me then, and I could only stand still, close my eyes, and die, as it penetrated us Kali came to wipe the unreal away What is left? Benevolent Mother Goddess Redeemer of My Universe You are I am your equal Duad Standing together to face the world Building amphitheaters in the wood to recite inspirations derived from love Let me bring you flowers Let me be your hand Let me be a swan by your side Never leaving you again Dependent on no one Yet interdependent with each others entire universe Our voices merging together into a song By you, divine lover, this universe is borne, my mother, my sister, my friend You are my woman In woman is the form of all things There is no jewel rarer than you
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
I Came to the Forest to Pray
Screaming your name into the winter winds, the emptiness its own reply Marked steps leading to a coven grove, faint crescent moonlight on the snow in the small clearing, round water, clouded starlight watch above Praying by a frozen forest pond at midnight The spirits of the trees acknowledge my presence in their circle I tell them I have come to see the darkest part of night Turning up my palms, opening my hands and my heart and my mind A human receiver, channeling the vibrations of the Earth Sensations directed inwardly outwardly flow into action Collecting branches and pine needles Leaving them at your door, the fresh scent of cool mint and sap Natural balms to sanctify a new reality Priestess, I am sorry. I turned my back on the faith. If only for a span, But for absolute belief, it took me doubt Doubt burnt down the church But the spirit still resides in our hearts, Shakti We felt the flames of the church on fire, we watched as the edifice we constructed crashed and burned around us Invocations of death and pain, I heard and felt the despair from your mouth, my love, a hateful sword ran through me then, and I could only stand still, close my eyes, and die, as it penetrated us Kali came to wipe the unreal away What is left? Benevolent Mother Goddess Redeemer of My Universe You are I am your equal Duad Standing together to face the world Building amphitheaters in the wood to recite inspirations derived from love Let me bring you flowers Let me be your hand Let me be a swan by your side Never leaving you again Dependent on no one Yet interdependent with each others entire universe Our voices merging together into a song By you, divine lover, this universe is borne, my mother, my sister, my friend You are my woman In woman is the form of all things There is no jewel rarer than you
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Parading through Jerus'lem's holy way Two criminals and one redeemer king Struggled through the horde, indignant fray To hill of Skulls, their judgment for to bring. The sand burned coarse as fire on bloodied skin, As holy muscles strained to lift the tree, But ev'n more weight added from our sin, Upon the shoulders of the precious He. But as they reached pained blessed Calvary's peak, And air eluded His life-giving lungs, He lost his life with one great final shriek, And perm'nent placed his name on watcher's tongues. He drank the cup of wrath, and tore the veil, So forever we'd delight in Good Friday's tale.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Sonnet on Good Friday 2015