Haves and Have Nots/A Vision

it’s easy to turn your back,

when you’re one of the haves;

have a job,

have a home,

have money,

have food;

have affordable health care;

believing the lies,

giving into the fears,

buying into the stereotypes;

they’re all lazy,

they’re all immoral,

they’re all looking

for a free lunch;

they all get what they

deserve;

so afraid

they might take

something that belongs

to you,

some of your hard earned

treasure,

all the things

you sweated and slaved for,

all the idols you fall down before

and worship;

all the things you sold

your soul for;

the have-nots of the world

are beginning to rise,

they’re not going away quietly

anymore,

they’re tired of the abuse,

they’re no longer content

with the crumbs,

there are things

bigger than themselves;

things worth dying for;

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the children of men hold their breath,

a final sigh before the meltdown,

a silent pause within the maelstrom,

hearts fail from fear,

meeting in secret places,

waiting for what is to come;

like a thief in the night

it sweeps them away;

trees smolder and smoke,

bursting into flames as

tires begin to steam,

their rubber melting

to the highway surface;

no where to run,

no where to hide;

like abandoned wells

their water runs dry,

they sit withering in the sun,

wandering through the wilderness,

lost and alone;

the day is here,

the time is now;

Your mercy endures

to the end,

but who shall hear the message?

who shall accept the grace?

when the Son of Man returns

will He find faith?

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A Time For Everything

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.  What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil – this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him   Ecclesiastes 3:1-14

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels or demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8:37-38

in the early morning silence

You softly speak,

revealing mysteries and truths

I cannot fathom,

surpassing all my understanding,

Your ways are not my ways,

Your thoughts are not my thoughts,

You are the vine,

I am just the branch,

all my ideas,

all my words,

are nothing without You..

there is a time for everything,

a time to be born,

a time to die,

everything You do

endures forever,

nothing can be added to it,

nothing can be taken from it,

death does not end it;

nothing shall separate us

from Your love.

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No Mistakes

I lose track of the days,

in this life

that is no life,

holding on,

slipping farther away,

feeding hungers and lies

that know no limits,

desperately reaching out

for the truth that heals,

silently seeking redemption

in a ravenous world

that consumes

everything in sight,

speaking wisdom that is

as empty as the chains

with which it speaks;

outside is death and mourning,

wailing and destruction,

but in here we are safe;

perhaps;

addicted to our deceptions,

our lies, our diseases,

deceived by the illusion,

trapped in the cages,

drowning in the cesspools,

surrounded by the swamps;

we make our choices,

we choose failure over success,

we cry and scream,

we search and dream,

but we make our own choices;

there are no mistakes,

in the end we become

what we are,

monsters of our own making,

creations of our own choosing,

basking in the warm, electric glow

of the sinister excitement,

living vicariously through

their evil existence;

we alone choose;

there are no mistakes,

in our ineptitude

we bumble along,

careening down paths

without a clue,

blindly searching for the truth,

and light,

and sun,

and sky,

but there are no mistakes,

it is all as intended,

every word,

every second,

every moment,

every shit,

every fuck,

every amen;

there are no mistakes.

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Waiting

I am waiting;

searching for truth,

reading the words of fools,

listening to the voices

of liars and thieves;

I see their agendas,

I expose their hypocrisy,

I understand their fears;

there is no love,

there is no pity,

there is only judgment,

there is only condemnation;

and still,

I wait;

one more day,

one more minute,

one more breath,

passing by unnoticed,

unknown,

unheard;

clarity has no meaning

in this land gone mad,

insanity replaces greed

when there is nothing left,

truth does not

give up her secrets

without a fight;

we have consumed

all there is,

we have taken

until there is nothing

more to take,

we have stolen

everything there is to steal,

we have sold our souls

to the highest bidder,

easy to become part of the problem,

when there is no solution,

easy to let go

when there is nothing

left on which to hang;

I live in a world

begging for redemption,

I live in a world

searching for truth,

I live in a world

dying in its own filth,

destroyed by its own wisdom,

caught up

in its own righteousness,

floating on its own

fantasy,

I live in a world

blinded by its own

darkness,

afraid of its own fear;

eventually nothing matters,

nothing is real,

it is all a fake,

it is all just another

days work,

nothing matters,

not me,

not you,

not today,

not tomorrow,

not the day,

not the night,

nothing;

and still,

I wait.

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Absence

we are all murderers,

we are all criminals,

we are all killers,

we are all thieves,

we are all innocent,

we are all guilty;

we are all dying;

in this place

there is no redemption,

no forgiveness,

no hope;

without You,

there are no answers;

some realities exist beyond

the distant horizon looming

before our limited eyes,

some truths are bigger

than the capabilities

of our simple minds

to comprehend,

some questions

are better left unasked;

somewhere there is light,

somewhere there is forgiveness,

somewhere there is hope;

somewhere there is You.

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Redemption

“When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.”   Luke 21:28

But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people.   2 Timothy 3:1-5

another day begins,

another day ends,

how many days are left?

let me count the days;

we have become a society

of death,

a cult of iniquity,

violent predators obsessed with

fresh new victims,

laughing at misery,

taking delight in suffering,

fascinated by the pain of others,

immune to the cries for mercy,

lost in fantasy and delusion,

appearing to have a form

of godliness,

yet denying the power;

the hope rises within,

the time almost here,

home only a moment away,

lift up your heads,

for your redemption draws near;

no more shall we hunger,

no more shall we thirst,

no more shall the sun beat down,

no more shall the heat scorch,

we shall lie down at springs

of living water;

every tear shall be wiped away.

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Nothing Left to Say

the morning rises,

dark and cold,

this time without sound,

this night without day,

forty years and twenty million

empty words later,

beautiful dreams fade,

broken and dead,

new visions and epiphanies

fill the void,

feeble and weak;

nothing left to say;

all the self-absorbed pity,

all the weakness and fear,

all the lost moments,

all the wasted time,

this cacophony of

endless excuses,

proud and vain within

their self-made universe,

without soul or purpose,

without depth or emphasis,

just one more day,

one more touch,

one more breath;

away;

rules have no meaning here,

fantasies move back and forth,

flying like the wind,

abandoned with the morning trash;

no one knows the cost,

no one knows the price;

before Your throne do I fall,

into Your hands do I place my life,

upon Your mercy and grace

lies my only hope;

I am Yours

to do with as You will.

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Let Me Belong To You

But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!   Matthew 6:13

For thou art my lamp, O LORD: and the LORD will lighten my darkness.   2 Samuel 22:29

The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.   Isaiah 9:2

Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.   John 8:12

I am done with darkness

and all it’s misery and suffering,

done trying to live in it,

trying to be a friend of it,

trying to understand it,

trying to please it,

being afraid of it;

I am done with darkness;

let me live in Your light,

let me grow in Your love,

let me rejoice in Your mercy and grace,

let me be a lamp set upon a hill,

let me have the light of life;

let me belong to You;

so many have lost hope,

sitting trapped in self-made prisons

of darkness and despair,

searching for false truths

and solutions leading nowhere,

depending on man-made answers and

inventions of their own minds;

let me belong to You;

You are the Truth,

You are the Light;

You are the Way.

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Teach Me

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15:5

“For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it.” Matthew 16:25

You are perfection,

in a sea of turmoil and confusion,

You are mercy and love,

in a world that is blind,

all my righteousness and works

are but filthy rags

before Your glorious throne,

break me into pieces

that I might be reformed

in Your holy and wondrous image,

remove all that I am,

that I might stand

before Your magnificent presence,

destroy this creation called self,

seeking to raise itself above

the honor and glory that is Yours

and Yours alone;

teach me how to die

that I might live;

You shine like a mighty light

amidst the darkness and gloom,

You are a drop of cool water

on the lips of a dying man,

You are the spring from which

living waters flow,

You are the bread of life

which comes down from heaven,

You are the vine

I am the branch,

within You

I can do all things,

without You

I am nothing;

teach me how to die

that I might live.

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Higher

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”   Isaiah 55:8-9

You adulterous people, don’t you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God.   James 4:4

Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For everything in the world – the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does – comes not from the Father but from the world. The world and it’s desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever.   I John 2:15-17

everything I have been taught,

all that I have known,

every man-made idea,

every self-imposed concept,

every self-glorifying thought,

all the wisdom of the wise,

all that the world deems important;

is but nonsense and foolishness

to You;

You who created

all that there is,

all that ever will be,

You who said “LET THERE BE”,

You who are so far above anything

my simple mind can comprehend,

beyond all that I can imagine;

You who are the great I AM;

fill me with Your Spirit,

quiet my vain

and foolish ramblings,

forgive my perverse

and unrighteous life,

have mercy upon my evil

and iniquitous ways;

all my gain is as nothing,

if it does not include You,

all my words are but

wasted breath,

if they do not speak of You,

You are worth more

than all this world

has to offer,

more than life itself,

I shall seek You

for all my days,

I shall know no rest

until You are found,

my soul rushes after You

like a dying man to life,

You are a great and shining light

to one lost in the dark,

I cling to You as a

drowning man to a rock;

heal me O Lord,

teach me to walk in Your ways,

renew my imperfect mind,

restore my damaged soul;

reform me in Your holy

and righteous image.

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Weakness

“Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak.”        Mark 14:38

new beginnings,

the past swept clean,

nowhere left to run,

nothing left to give,

moments of temptation,

unkind words,

unrehearsed thoughts,

traveling into the darkness

of this world surrounding

my every side,

releasing the filth

lurking within,

once again I fail,

once again I fall short,

once again the spirit is willing;

but the flesh remains weak;

You have taken me places

never before seen,

You have given me opportunities

and second chances

not deserved,

standing by my side

through every raging storm,

raising me up

after every fatal fall;

disciplining me

as a beloved son;

thank you Father,

for Your unlimited

mercy and grace,

thank you for loving me

more than I could

ever love myself,

I cannot survive

without You;

my life is nothing

without You.

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Power

For the kingdom of God is not a matter of talk but of power.   I Corinthians 4:20

Your power is beyond all

this world can comprehend,

like a philosophy or psychology

they try to minimize who You really are,

sweeping You under man-made rugs,

placing You inside man-made boxes,

trying to restrain You with man-made

laws and traditions,

never understanding,

never knowing,

never able to fully acknowledge,

that everything we are,

everything we know,

exists only by Your

unfathomable mercy and grace,

through the unlimited power

of Your Word alone,

that every breath taken is a gift,

which can never be repaid;

through Your power

I am given a taste of a world

free from sin,

a world of love and hope,

stripped of all its suffering and fear;

without hate,

without lust,

without greed;

through Your power

I begin to understand,

through the Holy Spirit

I start to see,

a world which my mind

cannot fully grasp,

an indescribable place

prepared from the beginning

for those who love You,

a world that leaves me humbled,

perfect and pure,

beyond words,

without compare,

a world where I can only

fall down before You

and whisper;

my Lord,

my Master,

my King;

my Everything.

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Product

Seek the LORD while he may be found; call on him while he is near. Let the wicked forsake his way and the evil man his thoughts. Let him turn to the LORD, and he will have mercy on him, and to our God, for he will freely pardon. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD.   Isaiah 55:6-8

this life is not about you,

not about me,

not about;

self-fulfillment,

self-satisfaction,

self-righteousness,

self-improvement,

self-achievement,

self-promotion;

not about self of any kind;

not about money

or possessions,

not about fortune or fame;

no matter what you might think,

no matter what you might feel,

no matter what you might believe;

truth remains truth,

whether you discover it or not,

not predicated upon if you

agree with it or not,

it does not change by

popular demand,

it does not bend to fit

your personal thoughts or

ideas,

it is not dependent upon

your approval;

this life is about

bringing glory and honor

to the One who created it;

He is the potter,

we are just the clay,

He is the vine,

we are just the branches;

He is the author,

we are simply the product.

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Past Due

Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come you who are blessed by my father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you? The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine you did for me.’ Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’ They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you? He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’   Matthew 25:34-46

now it begins;

the time arrives at last,

no more excuses,

no more pretending,

no more room for denial;

you watched as my children

lay dying,

broken and bleeding,

naked and alone,

crying out for justice and mercy,

you smiled as I suffered,

you laughed while I was beaten,

you turned your backs

as I slowly starved,

your pursuit of pleasure and

perpetual comfort, made

you soft and weak,

your greed has crushed you,

your delusions of grandeur

and self-importance have

blinded you,

your lack of understanding

and compassion has sealed

your fate,

your denial of truth has

damned you,

your destruction is assured,

your chosen leaders

have abandoned you to the

grave;

now it begins;

your time has come O Babylon;

payment is past due.

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Only You

it begins like a

Stephen King novel,

a little here,

a little there,

snowballing,

steamrolling,

gaining momentum,

over in the blink

of an eye;

life imitating art?

right where I belong,

pretending it doesn’t matter,

just one more,

down the hallway

and out the door;

you come in a dream,

unexplained,

unexpected;

uninvited;

I run,

I hide,

but it does

no good;

resistance is futile;

this madness floats

like a feather,

without limits,

without direction,

following unknown tracks,

searching for lost dreams,

hiding inside forgotten

cracks;

the way back is closed,

there is only the road ahead,

there is only You.

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Resist

“When an evil spirit comes out of a man, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ When it arrives, it finds the house swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that man is worse than the first.”   Luke 11:24-26

Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.   James 4:7

once again,

You sweep my house clean,

once again,

the enemy waits outside,

attempting to bring destruction

worse than before;

“Do not fear, resist.”

You quietly whisper;

and I know

You will always be there,

ready to protect,

ready to defend,

teaching me Your truth while

giving just enough room to grow,

like a child learning to walk,

picking me up when

I stumble and fall,

holding my hand,

wiping away the tears;

never leaving me alone;

Father,

Creator of the universe,

praise Your holy name!

thank you for the gift

of Your wondrous Spirit,

the Comforter who guides

us into all truth,

teach me to shine

like a thousand suns;

teach me to be a Son

of the Living God.

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A Natural

golden sunset,

white silky sheets,

firm and ripe,

she brings forth her soft,

succulent

fruit,

dripping

with sweet,

sticky

juices,

slithering,

back and forth,

burning

with desire,

faster,

moaning,

loud sensual cries;

DEEPER she calls,

HARDER she screams;

she is a natural

woman.

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Gideon Doesn't Live in This Place

Gideon doesn’t live in this place,

its soul as black as the moonless night,

silently sitting, waiting for the prey,

carefully choosing,

devouring them whole,

then spitting out the pieces,

as circling sharks,

patiently wait for the left overs;

on Friday evening,

like an invading army,

the crip/blood, gangsta wannabes come pouring in,

street tough,

conquering,

their baby mamma, whaever bitch,

ho entourage in tow,

ghetto cool,

tattoo correct,

bling tough ready;

they understand this place,

no words required,

just a natural progression;

they have arrived;

you watch, then quietly realize,

you love your wife,

more than you ever knew.

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Cancer Would Be Quicker

cancer would be quicker,

with just a touch of

quiet lingering

along the way;

taking away the uncertainty,

removing all the doubt,

helping to keep the focus,

as you slowly fade away,

like a ship

in the midnight fog;

never to be seen again,

instead,

we trudge along,

never quite sure

when it will all end,

packing our bags along the way;

just in case;

taking our shots,

firing wildly

at anything that moves,

very rarely

making them count.

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NWO

welcome to the new world order,

the new global economy,

the new American dream;

you’d better be thankful for what you got,

before you lose even that,

don’t say a word,

just sit back and watch the net,

soon you’ll forget all about it;

second class;

that’s better than third world

isn’t it?

surely they won’t just let us starve;

will they?

if we have to make a few sacrifices,

that’s just the good old American way;

right?

we’re all in this together;

aren’t we?

CEOs, congress, the president,

it’s not their fault that they have to

tilt the playing field

to increase corporate profits;

is it?

hell no,

it must be those damn unions!!!

America,

the most propagandized nation in the world,

the most manipulated people who ever lived,

sheep, being led to the slaughter

for the sake of those who have,

that they might have more,

history will look back in pity

at this foolish empire,

built upon dreams,

led around like jackasses,

carrots dangling in front of their faces;

poor; poor America,

you thought you had it all,

when the truth is

you had nothing

but dreams;

dreams you gave away.

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Next

“Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”   Matthew 14:28-33

one more lesson,

one more obstacle,

one more weakness,

one more time, I begin

to sink below the surface;

once again, You grasp

my hand,

once again, You pull

me from the depths,

once again, You teach me

to overcome,

once again, Your power sets

me free;

the world continues on,

wars and rumors of wars,

death and destruction,

joy and laughter,

greed and self-satisfaction,

vanity and pride;

none of that matters now,

the flesh slowly dies,

only a fading mist,

a disappearing shadow,

I am finished with it all,

there is nothing more

I need,

there is nothing more

I want,

all that matters now is

what comes next,

all that matters now,

is You.

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Hiding Within Plain Sight

they have become mesmerized

with the violence,

conditioned by the lies;

without feeling,

without joy;

without soul;

I remain silent,

because that is what

I choose;

words never mattered

anyway;

I could not save you;

you were too far gone,

too far along,

too far away;

from a dream,

I reach for you,

but you’re not there,

I call out your name,

but you do not hear,

replacing one,

without the other,

such an impossible task;

even now,

I hear your voice,

even now,

I see you your face,

even now,

I taste your skin;

a new day dawns,

old memories fade;

no return,

no mercy,

no hanging on;

forgotten memories and

empty futures,

travel down lost

and lonesome paths,

on their way to hidden

valleys,

where even the sun

does not speak;

I am tired of giving

pearls to dogs,

wisdom to swine,

tired of voices that only

know how to speak,

but have never learned

how to listen;

your judgment makes you smaller,

your expressions and excuses,

nothing more than meaningless drivel,

dead-end streets,

you use the cracks and crevices of

distant shores like common

knowledge;

platitudes and artistic differences

only go so far,

sooner or later choices

must be made;

eventually it becomes real,

eventually it slips away;

everything you know,

everything you are,

everything you ever were;

just fading vapor,

dispersing with the wind;

the higher you go,

the farther you fall,

the faster you run,

the bigger the crash.

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Goodbye

there is silence now;

once there was laughter,

once there was joy;

we played whiffle ball

in your backyard,

shooting baskets after school,

jumping off diving boards

in Kentucky,

camping out and staying up

all night,

sneaking into the drive-in

theater through the

hole in the fence;

life went on,

and so did we;

there is peace now;

no more struggling,

no more pain,

no more tears;

goodbye my friend.

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What Cost?

your humanity,

your life,

your soul;

what cost this freedom?

broken bodies,

broken promises,

broken lives,

broken dreams;

what price to be free?

life is but moments,

moments of laughter,

moments of joy,

moments of sorrow,

moments of suffering,

every minute a struggle,

every second another

missed opportunity;

in the end they fade;

I wish I could

have been better;

a better father,

a better husband,

a better brother,

a better son,

a better friend;

that somehow

I could have been

more than what

I was;

for now we say goodbye,

yet still it does

not end,

this too is just

another moment;

fading like the evening sun.

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Delusion

For the secret power of lawlessness is already at work; but the one who now holds it back will continue to do so till he is taken out of the way. And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord Jesus will overthrow with the breath of his mouth and destroy by the splendor of his coming. The coming of the lawless one will be in accordance with the work of Satan displayed in all kinds of counterfeit miracles, signs and wonders, and in every sort of evil that deceives those who are perishing. They perish because they refused to love the truth and be saved. For this reason God sends them a powerful delusion so that they will believe the lie and so that all will be condemned who have not believed the truth but have delighted in wickedness.   II Thessalonians 2:7-12

Therefore in one day her plagues will overtake her; death, mourning and famine. She will be consumed by fire, for mighty is the Lord God who judges her.   Revelation 18:8

the joy does end,

here in this land

of limited sun,

cold hearted and alone,

forsaken and forgotten,

the gate is closing,

the gap is narrowing,

the light is starting to

disappear,

there are things bigger

than life,

bigger than death;

bigger than dreams;

even now they mock,

twisting the truth,

creating monuments of self-glory,

worshiping idols of their own doing,

maligning anyone and everything,

laughing at the misery and suffering,

exploiting the helpless and weak,

drowning in self-proclaimed wisdom,

unable to understand truth,

incapable of anything more

than what they are,

refusing to see past themselves,

seeking life, liberty and the pursuit

of perpetual pleasure,

blinded by their superiority,

wallowing in the fantasy,

delighting in the delusion;

finding comfort in the lie.

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He is There

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.   Romans 8:38-39

the time draws near,

the journey almost at an end,

home is just beyond the distant horizon,

lying only a heartbeat away;

and I am ready;

He is there waiting,

ready to make all things new,

removing the darkness,

wiping away every tear;

the pain will pass,

the doubt will be removed,

the suffering will be no more,

the night will be turned to day,

the joy shall be forever;

He is there waiting,

ready to make all things new,

removing the darkness,

wiping away every tear;

the words fade away,

time passes like a dream in the night,

these prison walls crumble into the dust,

all things will be as intended,

all things will be made right;

He is there waiting,

ready to make all things new,

removing the darkness,

wiping away every tear.

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Filler Material

enter me now,

take me where you will,

let your voice ring out

above the roaring ocean waves,

touch me as no other ever has,

feel the fury screaming out

through red soaked skies,

see the confusion rising from the echoes

of a thousand ghastly cries,

these moments of deliberate denial,

created within the fantasies

of a hundred secret spies;

inside we are all killers,

we are all guilty,

we are all nothing

hiding among the innocent,

where none may be found;

who then among us,

speaks these forgotten words,

where friends of passion

lash out in indescribable pleasure;

death does not discriminate,

there-in lies its perfection,

it chooses well,

knowing neither friend nor foe,

without pride or joy,

without sorrow or emotion;

final and complete;

they got us right where they want us,

dangling by the balls,

anyway you spin the wheel,

no matter how you look at it,

in the end,

they always win;

you and I my friend,

are just filler material;

we have been here before,

yet still, down the road we go,

helpless,

unable to stop,

even if we wanted to,

exposing the soft white flesh

one more time,

letting it all hang in the balance.

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