Gerald
Wonderful works and beautiful acts,
But Kurios and Adonai are part of the Gods!
And it is better to learn from the Hebrew Scriptures.
The oldest scriptural text ever found dates back to 2,600 years ago,
And blessed are those who want to know the truth;
Because, i am ready to take you to Gerald who has the facts.
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Maghe
The Roman god Janus,
The Roman goddess Februa,
The Roman god of war (Mars) !
The Greek goddess of love (Aphrodite) ,
The Roman goddess of growth (Maia) ,
And Juno, the goddess of women, marriages and childbirth! !
Learn from them to know the wife of Jupiter as well;
For, we are all being saurrounded by the works of the gods and the goddesses!
The Germanic languages,
I am Maghe with the works of the secret codes of life in the land of the living;
But, very quick and eloquent is the muse of my love!
And like the acts of the god Woden in the alnd of many rivers.
The god Thunor (Thor) and the goddess Frigg,
With Old Norse like Venus the goddess of love!
But, try to learn from the old facts to push ahead with the truth always;
For, we are blindfolded to the secrets of this world.
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In seven different Scriptures God has dogmatically stated 'build all things according to the pattern (blueprint) shown to you.' You don't repair a Chevrolet from the Ford repair manual. In like manner, Body truth is not found in Hebrew doctrine. It's like trying to mix oil with water--it just can't be mixed
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Ambushed
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Zeus plus Krishna equals to Hesus Krishna;
But, i am ambushed by my sweet lover not to tell you the truth.
It is very sad,
Because many are they with PHDs;
But, they do not even know about the secrets of this world.
We do use the words 'Jesus Christ' a lot but,
He was an Hebrew born;
And there is no Hebrew born to date called 'Jesus Christ'.
Well, that is the truth and many are already confused;
But do read the VARIOUS VERSIONS of the BIBLES around,
There you will come to the truth like i did.
My defense is in heaven and i have learnt a lot,
But i have no PHD to desplay on my shoulders;
And i know more of the hidden codes of this life than others.
Why are you then confused?
For man was made on this Earth to LEARN.
Look at the names you give to your children,
They are your NATIVE NAMES;
So what was the native name of a CHILD born as an HEBREW?
The Son of the Creator was born in Israyl,
So go there to ask of the FIRST WRITTEN ORIGINAL BIBLE;
There you will come to the truth and know His Name.
'He-brews' like an Hebrew,
And i am ambushed by my lover;
But do take your mind slowly and ask yourself,
Where from this name?
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Many are confused already;
But my mind will always write for many to learn.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
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Avalon
In this world, the nature is dying
The way we once were is leaving us.
Replaced by machines and war
Save for one tiny little corner of the globe.
Avalon.
The grass is green, watered with the water of the large lake.
There are trees, beautiful, tall, abudant.
The flowers are numerous, and so beautiful.
The one building is decorated with ivy and plants.
Inside, the magic of Avalon takes it hold.
Peacefully, animals and people get along with each other
The water in the lake is clean, pure, and fresh.
Everything here is wonderful.
Saved from war, machines, pollution.
The small island is like a large forest, only there are fields too.
Everything of nature, that we have destroyed
Can still be found, if you know where to look.
Avalon is wonderful.
Nothing here is ever destroyed.
Preserved, never to be found
Hidden by the magic,
The wonderful magic of Avalon
Avalon has no boundaries.
Everything seems perfect.
There is no better place
Nothing is more beautiful,
As nature, the way it should be.
The way it once was
Avalon cannot be found,
The magic is hiding,
For sadly, the world it knew is lost.
The world where nature was more than a home builder
The world where people cared
Cared for the trees.
Cared for the air
Cared for everything around them
Avalon's mists will stay unparted
Untill the world is ready
Ready for the wonderful magic of Avalon
Where nature stays strong.
Avalon
This is a message to the world. Plant a tree, grow a garden, something. We are losing what we once had, and once it is all gone, we cannot get it back. Believe in the magic of Avalon and help the world grow back again, grow enough to save itself
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God Gave Me No Rest Repeatedly
God charged me
with catalytic energy
which permeates
every pore of my being
God poked me
repeatedly with
first line symptoms
again and again
God tormented me
repeatedly impeded my rest
driving line into mind
relentlessly remorselessly
God persistently plagued me
tormenting thought emotions
denying sleep release constantly
until I got up and commenced his will
Adonai Elohoim thou art my Lord God
and my eternal creator I thy willful servant
Adonai Elohoim thou givest me no rest
let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name. To avoid having Adonai Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh read as Adonai twice in a row, the Jewish practice is to say Adonai Elohim. Therefore Adonai (my Lord) Elohim (God) . The word elohim means ‘gods’ and ‘judges’. Yeshua (Jesus) uses all three meanings in his word play at John 10: 33-36.33‘The Judeans replied, “We are not stoning you for any good deed, but for blasphemy – because you, who are only a man, are making yourself out to be God [Hebrew: Elohim].” 34Yeshua answered them, “Is it not written in your Torah [Law], ‘I have said, “you people are Elohim’ ”? 35If he called ‘elohim’ [gods] the people to whom the word of Elohim [God] was addressed (and the Tanakh [Scripture] cannot be broken) ,36then are you telling the one whom the Father set apart as holy [sanctified] and sent into the world, ‘You are committing blasphemey, ’ just because I said, ‘I am a son of Elohim’ [God]?
Ultra-Orthodox Jews only use names like Adonai and Elohim in specific religious settings. Euphemisms like HaShem (the Name) , Ado-shem (Adonai combined with HaShem) and Elokim, (the intentional mispronunciation of Elohim) are substituted. Jews do not pronounce Yahweh or Yahveh either and it is not accurately known, if these are true representations of the Name. Jehovah is the English representation of the Name (J-H-V-H) combined with the vowel sounds of Adonai, however most Bibles write God’s name as Lord in either large or small capitals.
God’s personal name was too sacred and could not be written in Hebrew, the language God wrote the ten commandments in. In condensed form it consists of the four letters Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh, and therefore is called the Tetragrammaton, (four letter writing) . God revealed himself to Moses and told him his own personal name, when Moshe was in the wilderness of Midyan, and went to investigate the bush that burned, without consuming itself. The Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken. The third commandment prohibits taking God’s name in vain Exodus 20: 27; Deuteronomy 5: 11. Anyone who used the name as a curse was put to death at God’s instructions by stoning Leviticus 2410-23.
Because the Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken, in Yeshua’s (Jesus’) time only the cohen hagadol (high priest) , could speak this name aloud when he entered the holy of holies in the temple once a year, to make atonement for the sins of Israel on Yom Kippur. The actual vowels used to pronounce the Tetragrammaton were considered to holy to be written in the Torah. The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We Sing History
History sings, sings what?
Violence? Peace? No.
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears.
Like birds chirping
early in the morning.
We learn it. We treasure it.
We sing it… we sing it.
We became part of it.
It was always burning
since the world’s been turning…
History is an endless song.
Distressing, cheerful.
So many cries, so many deaths.
They fought for freedom,
we fight for peace.
Have we won?
Haven’t they heard we won the war
what do they keep on fighting for?
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears?
Like stars gleaming
in the dark naked sky.
It’s always there.
So why sing it? Why hear it?
Why learn it? Why treasure it?
Because…
we’re part of it….
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El Shaddai
El shaddai, el shaddai,
El-elyon na adonia,
Age to age youre still the same,
By the power of the name.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
Erkamka na adonai,
We will praise and lift you high,
El shaddai.
Through your love and through the ram,
You saved the son of abraham;
Through the power of your hand,
Turned the sea into dry land.
To the outcast on her knees,
You were the God who really sees,
And by your might,
You set your children free.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
El-elyon na adonia,
Age to age youre still the same,
By the power of the name.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
Erkamka na adonai,
We will praise and lift you high,
El shaddai.
Through the years youve made it clear,
That the time of christ was near,
Though the people couldnt see
What messiah ought to be.
Though your word contained the plan,
They just could not understand
Your most awesome work was done
Through the frailty of your son.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
El-elyon na adonai,
Age to age youre still the same,
By the power of the name.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
Erkamka na adonai,
I will praise yo till I die,
El shaddai.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
El-elyon na adonai,
Age to age youre still the same,
By the power of the name.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
Erkamka na adonai,
I will praise you till I die.
El shaddai.
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Her Beautiful Face
' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'
The first time that he saw her it was her beautiful face,
He fell in love at first glance though he was very young
He spoke to her and found out that she was beautiful within,
A friend he had made for life with that beautiful face,
So slim and innocent the girl with the beautiful face,
She gave him three wonderful children the girl with the beautiful face,
As years went on she became the sole love of his life,
A wonderful Mother was the girl with the beautiful face,
Grandchildren were so deserved for the girl with the beautiful face,
As he took his last few breaths in life, the last thing he saw was her oh so beautiful face.
Dave Bennett
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11.11.11
Today is the 11th of November 2011!
And, you were born at 11: 11 A.M.27 years ago! !
However, the kiss of your lips with my muse was like,
The sweet muse of love and care in the land of beauty!
For, you are all that i need.
At 11: 11 P.M. i found your nakedness to the world so sweet!
And like the words of love to satisfy my muse in the land of beautiful roses;
But, i have a lot to learn from you as well,
Because, you are 27 years old today and,
You are a virgin! !
You were born 27 years ago but,
The sweet love of your muse came and touched my heart!
And, you will always remember my kiss;
For, this love is all about you and i! !
And like words of peace in the land of unity,
For, i am always ready fro your love.
11.11.11!
And like the date reserved for many Germans to marry;
But all over the world are the works and words of love to move us on,
For, you are like the words so sweet to touch my lips!
And i will always remember you because, you were born on this day.
You came into this world 27 years ago in the land of survival! !
Naked to the world to respect your muse;
But, the joy of your birth had brought peace to your culture,
For, you have really made a mark to respect my muse.
You were born on the 11th of November 1984,
And today, you are 27 years olf to respect the muse of love;
But your first kiss came along like the works of peace,
Because, you waited for it for a very long time! !
And today, you are ready for marriage;
But, try to keep your virginity for the man of your heart.
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Read Your Bible Again
Mongamy or polygamy,
One, two, twenty or more wives!
There are bo scriptural verses that say having another wife is sin;
So read your Bible again.
Almost all the Great Men spoken about in the Bible had many wives,
And no direct speech from any verse spoke against them;
But only the Creator knows why it is so.
Whether you have a wife or many wives,
I am not against you either;
For the truth is always in the Scriptures!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There Isn't A Chance
I know what they say,
about how I'm young,
and don't know what love,
feels like.
But no one knows me,
well enough to realize,
that I have this love,
burning inside of me.
I smile at a text,
and every time someone says your name,
I blush because,
it's the guy I love.
I've tried to hide it,
from those close to me,
however some have realized,
I'm hiding the truth.
I really need to open my eyes,
and smell the roses,
because I know,
we'll never be.
As much as I want,
you and me,
there isn't a chance,
for a we.
In a few years,
we will part,
and I know that day,
will break my heart.
But it has to happen,
so I can learn,
there's more to life,
even if you're not there.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Noted By All
The truth,
Written by the Inspired Prophets of Yahweh!
And, you can find the truth in the Holy Scriptures.
The truth,
All together,
In your Scriptures,
Closer to you;
But, you are now being led by Satan! !
And, your ways are noted by all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hate Works But Love Does Not
I have seen the love
In the eyes around me
Caring and hugging my feelings
As the root of the tress
I know the warmness of the arms
The soft touch of the palms
But love is lazy and lethargic
Seldom it can be found energetic
The promptness it does lack
It never works back to back
But the hate works very ferociously
With red eyes it acts very quickly
A full pack of energy
Blitzkrieg and scorching
Swashbuckling and blistering
It cuts very deeply and burns very badly
It works havoc but love does not.
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The Prophet Iddo
Christmas and Easter do not come from the Scriptures but,
It had turned out to be the greatest business season on earth!
And The Scriptures rather goes against them.
The Easter goes with rabbits and coloured eggs,
But, how can the rabbits lay eggs?
And like a story of the Germans,
Do seek for the truth always to lead you on in life.
We were told that the Germans do not drink water but,
Take a visit to this country and see things for yourselves;
They rather drink the best water in the world as the truth,
So such your Scriptures for these feast too and learn.
Out of Ur of the Chaldeas,
Five smooth stones from a brook;
But do parden my sins and return to me,
For the truth are very clear on the walls.
Of a man who is deeply troubled,
Of a woman who is deeply troubled,
The truth of The Scriptures are hidden to many;
So no razor shall come upon his head.
My heart is pounding for love and my mind writes,
So cry out loud towards your dreams and grow to them;
And narrow is the gate that leads to the truth.
Do not fornicate and do not commit adultery,
For broad is the way that leads to distruction!
And MANY are they who really love this way.
Of his brother's murderer,
Of his sister's murderer,
And the day for the mourners;
But i am the Prophet Iddo to tell you the truth.
A day for the lovers,
A day for the sinners,
A day for the singers;
Like the aboundance of the rich left after death,
And like the sleep of the labouring man for little food.
Another fairly tale is at hand,
And MANY are they who are glued to lies;
Of a deep sleep and a sweet dream like,
Strangers in the land of beautiful Mount Zion.
Ensalved for 400 years and living like,
A young pigeon in the region of love;
But the possession of your seeds are needed on this love.
You've made yourselves preachers but,
Your words are naked and bare;
So come and wrap yourselves in my fine linen of love,
For the morrow comes and it is judgement time.
I am the Prophet Iddo with my words,
Like a young bull and seven rams;
For the preachers of Elohim had told you lies!
And a heifer, a goat and a ram is needed for your offer.
Come and learn from the truth,
For the Svritures are everywhere for you to read as well;
And, this wrold still waits for the business of the seasons.
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Real And True
To the crowded part of the street!
But more hidden like a peaceful sanctuary;
Words,
Views;
Acts,
Lovers;
Match,
Players;
With wonderful creations! !
But, real and true.
To meet the great one!
Through every artwork and paintings;
Calm and beautiful,
Overwhelmed with the muse of love,
Striaght through the crowded part of the street! !
But, tap on my shoulder made me look back;
And, there you were!
Tap, lap, sap, map, nap, cap, clap, bap, tap, gap;
But more hidden like a peaceful sanctury.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lessons
Many things have been taught me
by teachers I have had.
But the one who taught me the most
was taught by you, my lad.
Facts and dates and figures
that at one time filled my head
don't have any importance now.
In fact they are mostly dead.
But you, my lad have taught me well
things I never knew.
I don't think I could ever forget them
nor will they ever be through.
They're more than facts or figures
or dates from long ago.
They're all about what makes you happy
and keeps your heart aglow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
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Beautiful Are You...
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?
We are blessed to know, one who is as beautiful
as you, in so many ways.
P.S.
I love you.
Lost In The Cracks
Many people are lost in the cracks, and never given the eternal facts,
Facts from God on life and death, and unprepared for their last breath.
Men never blessed by God’s Word, nor Eternal Truth have they heard,
Not knowing any of God’s Revelation, they’re unaware of His salvation.
God’s blessed Truth they need to hear, not knowing if their end is near,
For all will face an end in life, and need to know The Lord Jesus Christ.
The One who came to set them free, and grant them new life eternally,
It’s through us God shares the Word, until men everywhere have heard,
Preaching Truth, so all men can see, after this brief life, comes eternity.
Man’s eternity without Christ as Lord, will be cold and dark forevermore.
We have a task to do what’s right, and preach to all God’s Eternal Light,
So others too, can find God’s Door, the Only One, that’s Christ the Lord.
For men who’ve fallen in a crack, The Lord’s Grace can lead them back,
Back into the fold of their Creator, into the everlasting arms of our Savior.
The Eternal Shepherd who cares for all, the down trodden, big and small,
For many people, the crack they’re in, is due in large part, to a life of sin,
The same sin that Christ saved us from, the sin the cross has overcome.
And Jesus Christ is God’s only light, to help men from the crack of night.
My friend, it is the believer’s task, to help men safely out of life’s cracks,
To God’s Only Rock that’s sound, so they can enter God’s Holy Ground.
(Copyright ©12/2006)