I cannot believe that my illness is natural. I suspect Satan, and therefore I am the more inclined to take it lightly.
quote by Martin Luther
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Cure For Me
I acquire the cure for my ills,
The solution is final for my illness.
It is death that resides in the middle of life,
I ignore when I am like a fortunate man.
The illness will be cured due to beasts,
They enter the planet through the vacuum.
The illness is again discontinued.
My Satan is conquered for all those watching
So that ill men who see can nevertheless find
The very soul to be complete.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We Let the Illness In
At first, we both make contact
With mucus membranes,
And we let the illness in.
The fevers we may contract
Fester in our brains,
And we let the illness in.
We won't know how to react
While writhing in pain,
And we let the illness in.
Yet, such is the fate we pick,
Choosing to be sick,
And we let the illness in.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Satan’s role
But for Satan, can we seek God?
Fear of Satan drives us to God.
Satan removed, why is God?
God has reason to make Satan.
23.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Union Cures The Illness
For any illness,
The symptoms and signs are within oneself, but
The cure is obtaining medicines from source outside;
Whereas,
For the illness of a well jeweled mistress
Who is longing for union with lover,
She herself is the medicine,
Union cures the illness.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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grasp the rosary tightly
recite it day and nightly
don’t take satan lightly
quote by by John Celes
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The best doctor prevents illness, an average doctor visits when the illness is imminent, and the unskilled doctor treats your present illness.
Sometimes I Do Suspect
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Reverse every natural instinct and do the opposite of what you are inclined to do, and you will probably come very close to having a perfect golf swing.
Perpetuating A Cause
Perpetuating that one myth of old, with roots so deceptively bold,
Exalting man above God’s Grace, and putting man in God’s place.
With its roots going back to when, Satan began deceiving all men,
Raising the heart’s desires of man, well above their Creator’s plan.
Satan’s lie from way back then, is still deceiving the minds of men,
He fills men’s heart with such pride, so The Word of God is denied.
As he seduces the natural mind, causing men to be spiritually blind,
Creating no need for Christ at all, as Satan fuels man’s spiritual fall.
Satan spins a creative web of lies, making men think they are wise,
But only in their own eyes, as the things of God they soon despise.
These men become quite arrogant, ignoring all things God has sent,
Those things being God’s Holy Word, and the other warnings heard.
So then Satan creates alternatives, guiding how the unbeliever lives,
Counterfeit plans created by him, plans which are full of wicked sin.
And this sin hardens one’s heart, so from The Lord men truly depart,
To then be used by that Evil One, as opposition to God’s Own Son.
As Satan inspires many a cause, all to mislead those spiritually lost,
Saying that it’s good for man, diverting him from God’s saving Plan.
An empty cause of no eternal worth, deceiving men around the earth,
Perpetuating Satan’s Eternal Lie, that many won’t believe till they die.
I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is the natural reaction when told you have a hopeless mental illness? That diagnosis does you in; that, and the humiliation of being there. I mean, the indignity you're subjected to. My God.
quote by Kate Millett
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Your Illness...
Is like the opening of the shell that
encloses natural pearl of knowledge
A bulb too underneath do show
Yet, an illness you must know
Fills your heart with wonderment; breathe
in cherry blossom's scented air; just dare
whenever pessimism enters your mind
Your illness liken seasons of year, without
dread, accept the winters of your heart and
come to your winter grief, then you'll
know that spring brings beautiful flowers in May
Too, accept your- physician's bitter portions
Only, then, you aid healing to yourself
It may feel heavy-handed, yet guided by tender
hands of the unseen; His drinks may taste bitter
and sting your lips; bringing His sacred eyes to tears;
Moistening clay of wellness from His healing tears.
Almedia Knight-Oliver
April 2,2011
A poem for my niece, (Yvonda) my herione of illness.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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In my thoguhts i am alone
In my thoughts i am alone
where i fear no one understands
the pain the illness the sadness
the nightly terrors i handle alone
this experience i cant handle of this illness
they call bipolar the way im defined or labled that
one can not see past to see who i am beyond the illness
who is scared of herself who is caring for others more than herself
who will do anything to make another happy
but for one to meet someone who is 'bipolar' thats what they see
unstable depressed manic angry mood swing mess
but what they dont understand is how stable is not in our world
and it doesnt define us it makes us who we are
this illness we battle alone cause unless you have it
you can never fully understand and even if you do i dont think
we can fully understand it...
alone in this illness
alone in these thoughts
alone is how i feel
i cry alone when i feel alone
i sleep to be alone to feel nothing
to feel nothing or empty is what i need
it would be better than the saddness and hurt and
the feeling of alone
my tears fall alone
i enjoy being alone but the feeling of alone is
something i can not handle
to feel like there is no one
to feel like no one can truely understand or care
i only ache with this fear
i try to cry and scream for help but no one seems to hear
so lost in this illness and how to not feel alone
poem by Juliana Willsey
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Praise And Blame
When women feel inclined to praise
they praise other women;
inclined to blame,
they blame men.
When men feel inclined to blame
they blame other men;
inclined to praise,
they praise women.
Inclinations that comment richly
on the foundations of both,
parental archetypes
and their respective bargains.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Bear It
A natural suspect of theft
You’d be if you had no penny.
A ready object of contempt
You’d be if you had no wealth.
Shame befalls; humiliations strike.
Bear it; there is no other way out
(04.02.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Love Again
I stepped
away
my feet
leaving
light prints;
my hands
sweeping to my side
trailing rainbow arcs;
my eyes
dripping
gold dust;
my angel wings
flapping;
white wings flapping
gently in the breeze
spreading
wing perfume
and lightly
ever so lightly
I feel my breasts
rise
gently
in free fall;
In love again
I thought.
So nice.
My natural state.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Let Me Avenge Satan
Let me avenge Satan,
For tempting me all life;
He is the big Liar,
Who brought me all my strife.
Let me avenge Satan,
For accusing mankind;
He gives false promises,
And confuses each mind.
Let me avenge Satan,
For misleading all souls;
His craftiness is clear,
And wily are his roles.
Let me avenge Satan,
For giving me my woes;
He’s the fallen angel,
The Chief among my foes.
Let me avenge Satan,
For goading me to sin;
He‘s the source of evil,
Against whom I must win.
Let me avenge Satan,
For giving bad advice;
He is my betrayer,
Who lures all into vice.
Let me avenge Satan,
For setting snares for me;
He waits to ambush me
In my iniquity.
Let me avenge Satan,
For making my eyes dim;
And raising doubts in me,
And turning my life grim.
Let me avenge Satan,
For causing wars on earth;
And spreading hatred great,
Amongst siblings since birth.
Let me avenge Satan,
For telling just untruth; ;
And tempting Eve to eat,
The God-forbidden fruit.
Let me avenge Satan,
For goading Cain to kill
His brother dear Abel,
And keeping not God’s will.
Let me avenge Satan.
For tempting Lord Jesus,
After forty-days’ fast,
And thwarting mankind’s bliss.
Let me avenge Satan,
For taking souls to hell,
God made for all devils,
And angels all who fell.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-11-2008
poem by John Celes
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Lightly Come or Lightly Go
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lightly, lightly -- - ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed
When the heart is heaviest.
poem by James Joyce
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What Will Be Your Reward On Judgement Day?
All who choose their religion atheism.
Choose disbelief in the existence
of God. Non-belief these choose.
What when your final judgement has
been passed will Satan say to you?
Atheism was your deliberate choice.
Scepticism was your deliberate choice.
Desires of heart your deliberate choice.
Revelation. All the promises God made
were true all Satan made were lies.
Satan also made promises not kept not any.
Satan had no power over you.
Satan will abstain accept no blame.
Satan will claim he did nothing but tempt you.
Satan will say I did nothing but offer my way
you accepted my invitation in love of money.
Satan will say suckers blame not me blame yourselves.
On Judgement Day Satan will not help fallen you.
On Judgement Day Satan cannot help himself.
Nor can Satan help any of his millions of demons.
Satan will dissociate
himself from partnership
in all your sin before God.
Satan will demand
your wrong doing receive
a grievous torment.
Atheist, non-believer,
chooser of sweet tempting sin,
to your criminal plea;
that it was deceiver Satan,
who lead you astray,
Satan will plead guilty.
God made you promises.
God gave you warnings.
In conscience of your heart.
Satan also made promises.
Now proven to be false.
Satan will confess
all his promises
were deception
false assurances
of sweet prosperity.
Woe to the fallen
beguiled by greed.
Enticed in snare
great expectations.
Did not Satan assure you
that there was no life?
In an eternal Hereafter?
Did not Satan deceive you
into rejecting Jesus Christ?
His paid innocent blood sacrifice
as intercession for all your sin?
Not all worshipper offerings
are acceptable before God.
Ten commandments warned
you may not freely do whatever you please.
It is written there are consequences.
It is written a Day of Judgement will come.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fear is a question What are you afraid of, and why Just as the seed of health is in illness, because illness contains information, your fears are a treasure house of self-knowledge if you explore them.
quote by Marilyn Ferguson
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