The Heat Of The Sun
Are you the one who sits on many waters?
Then, the sentence of the great whore is with you;
Like a great hail out of heaven.
The tree unclean spirits like frogs are with you,
Like someone getting lost in Amageddon;
But the heat of the sun is on us all.
Like life in and around your cities,
Let us put life into a better shape than hate;
For you can easily get lost in Har-Megiddo too!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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God Bound Fallen Angels In The River Euphrates
From where is the dread trumpet call
blown, and at the command of who?
“The sixth angel sounded his shofar,
and I heard a voice from the four horns
of the gold altar before God” Revelation 9: 13
And what was the spoken order to the sixth angel?
“saying to the sixth angel, the one with the shofar, “Release the four
angels that are bound at the great river Euphrates! ”” Revelation 9: 14
And what woe were the bound fallen angels released to do?
“And they were released. These four angels
had been kept ready for this moment, for this
day and month and year, to kill a third of mankind; ” Revelation 9: 15
Thus are the days of the lesser and greater tribulation!
And so later
it came to pass,
in the time of
the pouring out,
on the earth, the seven
bowls; of God’s Fury.
At God’s command
the sixth angel
“poured out his bowl
upon the great river Euphrates,
and its water dried up,
in order to prepare the way
for the kings from the east.” Revelation 16: 12
The waters of life dried up!
What was revealed therein?
Released from waters of life!
“And I saw three unclean spirits
that looked like frogs; they came
from the mouth of the dragon,
from the mouth of the beast and
from the mouth of the false prophet.” Revelation 16: 13
And what
pray tell,
were the three
unclean spirits,
and what was
their purpose?
“They are miracle-working demonic spirits
which go out to the kings of the whole inhabited
world to assemble them for the War of the Great
Day of ADONAI-Tzv’ot (Lord of Hosts) . Revelation 16: 14
(the Lord of Sabaoth) – Lord of (heaven’s) armies
Lord of Hosts) Romans 9: 29 Just as Isaiah told us.
To gather them together to the war
of the great day of God the Almighty. Amen.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotations from Complete Jewish Bible, translation by David H. Stern
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Caught Between Two Guys
Tell me tell me tell me,
Tell me what to do.
Cause I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost,
And don’t know what to do.
Two great guys, one great girl,
And they ask me to choose.
One’s left for the army two years ago,
He’s coming home and wants to have another go.
I’m lost I'm lost I'm lost,
And don’t know what to do.
The other’s been a great friend.
He’s always been there,
And promised to be until the end.
Tell me tell me tell me,
Tell me what to do.
Cause I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost,
And don’t know what to do.
Two great guys, one great girl,
And they ask me to choose.
I’ve loved one for years,
And years still to come.
While the other it’s been two year,
And yes, I guess I’ve missed him some.
Do I turn left?
Do I turn right?
Or do I go strain on my own?
Do I take the hand of the army brave?
Or the one whose road is already paved?
Tell me tell me tell me,
Tell me what to do.
Cause I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost,
And don’t know what to do.
Two great guys, one great girl,
And they ask me to choose.
copyright 2007
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Tree of No Light Life
Tree of night.
Tree of fright.
See as this tree has, lost the need to fight.
Tree of no light.
Tree of no sight.
See this tree as it, lost will of life.
Abanded tree drained of like,
drained of strength, drained of life.
Soulless tree lost of love,
lost of weather, lost from above.
poem by Daryl Widder
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Lost To Find My Lot
Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve
poem by Olivia Braun
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Lost Children
The Lost Children Nov 6,2010
Taken, lost, misplaced from our minds, our souls
Culture, family, our way of life, ourselves.
Taken up drinking, drugs, abuse, being abused
Self- hatred and death.
Dealing with hate, uncontrolled anger, displace anger,
self-pity. Not knowing where it should go
and why it's still here. Oh, we know why.
Life, once giving, sharing, the telling of stories of great
Warriors, chiefs and of great women that held them together.
Stories of hunting, and cherishing mother earth,
Visions of it all have now become blurred.
Days of hardships, imprisonment, within us can never be expressed.
My grandmother and her family are products of people
Lost.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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Fractions and Frictions of Eternity
Life desires love
Love hires life
Love inspires life
Life expires love
Life recreates love
Love creates life
Love impresses life
Life expresses love
Life tires love
Love fires life
So what?
Why so many lives lost for love?
Was there any love lost for life?
There was a Savior who lost His for love
Yeah, even a pure love for his people
But a phony one who wants to save all
For his love of power and glory came
And declared a great war in heaven
An eternal war of good and evil
The casualties were and are so great
And the loyalties firm to retaliate
Each time a man made his choice
Whether in plain or on sea's noise
These seemingly antonyms of old
With enmity from ancient foretold
One could receive a life eternal
While the other death infernal
One may use things to love people
The other use people to love things
But few can use both things and men
To feed their endless obsessions' den
Does this mean that man's choice a day
Will determine his eternal pathway?
Absolutely! Towards his own destiny
To cradle his life and love in continuity
With its fractions and frictions of eternity!
poem by Edgar Andrade Baguio
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I Hate You, I Hate That...
I hate you
I hate that you left me stand stupid for so long
I hate that you thought I could or would take it.
I hate you
I hate that you let me go
I hate that you left me standing alone.
I hate you
I hate that you couldn't prove me wrong
I hate that I was right.
I hate you
I hate that I met you
I hate that I opened my heart
I hate that it was to you
I hate that I love you
I hate you
I hate that I lost my clear mind
I hate that I lost my direction
I hate that I lost it because of you
I hate you
I hate that I hate you
It wasn't suppose to be like this.
I hate you.
poem by Elizabeth Shadows
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To The Frog Clan
This shall be the symbol of my clan
The slime of my ancestors
For those whose claim for life and prosperity
Is as prolonged as the length of the list found in the clan’s tree
This frog is your frog
It is part of the multitude
Taking the power of the ten rivers
Its croaking
Is the uproar against the loudest blur of the reigning rains
You are the frog like us
From water to land to grasses to marshes to trenches
Of this earth
We shall remain as the true descendants of the great frog
By our nature
We shall not go hungry
By the power of the longest tongue
By the secret poisons of our skins
By our rounded views
By our slime
By the strong clinging of our ties
We shall all be saved
From the great flood
May our dead ancestors
May the great frogs
Lead us to the most secure pond of our future lives
And may the frog in us
Give us the great leap
The great jump
Taking us to our dream
Our clear cool waters
Teeming with mashing marshes
And there
Dear loving frogs of this clan
Let all our croaking be one.
Let all our croaking be true.
Let our croaking be love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Death Of A Women
a death of a women is a lost for us
a lost of a great personality
a lost of some one special
a lost of a mother n a loving sister
a lost of a great wealth
a death of a women is full of cries
a death of a protected shield
a death of a key of paradise
a death of a trainer;
a taker carer
a death of a women,
is a death of our heaven
a death of a cheering smile
a death of a emotions n wishes
a death of a world!
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The Great Lost Art Of Conversation
I must be blind
I cant see why
We cant work this out
It gets so tangled
When we try to talk and sort it out
Theres people dying for what they believe
And I cant even choose should I stay or leave
And were supposed to be in love
And the great lost art of conversation
Is lost on this man tonight
And the late crossed heart of good intention
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
We count the scars to see who won
You wear them on your heart
It feels so strange you feel so numb
I thought Id fall apart
Ill take my leave
You take your lace
Lets leave it now with some semblance of grace
No point in trying to talk anymore
And the great lost art of conversation
Is lost on this man tonight
And the late crossed heart of good intention
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
And know I wont keep holding on
Im not that strong
End it, its time we both moved on
No point in trying to talk anymore
And the great lost art of conversation
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
And the late crossed heart of good intention
Is lost on this man tonight
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Forest of the Lost
She wanders curiously through
The Forest of the Lost
Past the other creatures of pity
The Lost creatures
She looks and listens
Sees and hears
Nothing and everything
Space and form
Fog rolls in
Growing thicker
It trys to devour her
Like it so easily devours
The other Lost creatures
But her strange aroura
Pitch black and brighter than the sun
Protects her with ease
She does not belong
To the Forest of the Lost
The Forest of the Lost
Belongs to her
She is not Lost
Lost is her
She is magical
Mysterious
Dark and light
Blended together
The Forest of the Lost
Has met its maker
The Lost creatures
Take shape
In the fog
And thank her
And the Girl of the Lost
Guides the creatures back
To the Land of the Found
poem by Shannon Hughes
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Lost in everything
Lost in thought
lost in pain
lost in fear
that you can never retain!
Lost in trouble
lost in grief
lost in heartbreak
that you can never relief!
Lost in sorrow
lost in death
lost in misery
That you can never refresh!
Lost in life
lost in words
lost in everything
That you can never return!
Lost in chaos
lost in peace
lost in burdens
that you can never release!
Because these are the things
we think and feel
through the good and the bad
It's a forever done deal!
poem by Katarina Bowman
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Forgotten Sheaves
The earth will weep and the people will know it,
But the lake which burns with fire is always around us.
The seven-year-cycle of love and the fallen grapes for the poor,
The forgotten sheaves in the field should be let to them always.
Clean animals must be slaghtered and shared,
Armageddon, armageddon! !
Her bowls are thrown into the air like the shearing of the sheep;
But her wars on earth were divided into three parts.
Of frogs and dragons,
That which is evil should not be your friend;
For Enoch was the seventh from Adam.
Hail falling from heaven! ! !
Of things cut without hands;
And like a stone from a great millstone.
The city had no need of the sun and,
The offspring of David is here to teach us;
But the sayings of the prophecy will not be heard by many.
The lamp is the Lamb and the city need no light,
Like the unclean spirits in the sea of blood.
Leave the forgotten sheaves for the poor and,
Help one another in times of need;
Like rain water and ice-blocks in the smoke of her burning.
I am sitting very calm in my room but i have to think,
For the key of the bottomless pit is with her;
And these events are part of the prophecies to come.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet: When
When trust is lost, how can things move forward?
When love is lost, how can friendship remain?
When hope is lost, living remains awkward;
When fairness lost, most men could turn insane!
When wealth is lost, it could be well regained;
When health is lost, life is only a bane;
When virtues lost, nothing is truly gained;
When peace is lost, dialogue must start again.
When mind is lost, how can one ever feign?
When man is lost, to trace him is quite sane;
When Will is lost, no man can live or reign;
When God is lost, all things we do in vain.
When soul is lost, the fear of Hell awaits,
And fail do we to enter Heaven’s gates!
8-11-2001
poem by John Celes
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I Lost
I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what is constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most
I lost you.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVII
ON A LOST OPPORTUNITY
We might, if you had willed, have conquered Heaven.
Once only in our lives before the gate
Of Paradise we stood, one fortunate even,
And gazed in sudden rapture through the grate.
And, while you stood astonished, I, our fate
Venturing, pushed the latch and found it free.
There stood the tree of knowledge fair and great
Beside the tree of life. One instant we
Stood in that happy garden, guardianless.
My hands already turned towards the tree
And in another moment we had known
The taste of joy and immortality
And been ourselves as gods. But in distress
You thrust me back with supplicating arms
And eyes of terror, till the impatient sun
Had time to set and till the heavenly host
Rushed forth on us with clarions and alarms
And cast us out for ever, blind and lost.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Fate's Battle
He sits amung the blood, amung the sorrow,
He thinks of her, how she left him.
He knows he was right, about her hidden hate,
He learned he was wrong, about her feeling towards him,
He saw the pain behind her eyes, and how they reflected his.
He bacame what he is, he left himself behind,
Now he sits behind the flames, behind her body,
He waits to see, see what will happen.
See what will become, what will end.
He knows he's lost something o this night,
He knows he lost his hope,
He knows he's lost the battle of fate.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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I lost
I lost my mother
I lost my father
And Ilost my will too
I lost my my house
I lost my school
I lost my happyness too
I lost my my brother
I lost my sister
I lost my frinds too
I lost my life
And I lost my world too
poem by Celine Avoudikpon
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If Only
If love can topple a mountain,
then let our hate get lost at sea.
If only the world lost its predigests,
how wonderful the world would be.
No more fire to anger heart and mind,
only love to still tempest waters.
If only we could unite
and abandon our hate at sea.
No more cries of pleading death,
no more citadels raised to the ground,
no more helplessness
would ever be found.
If only we let, our hate get lost at sea.
3 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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Simple Observation #89 - Something which is quite easily gained can.......
Something which is quite easily gained can just as easily be lost
but that which is painstakingly acquired is done so at great cost.
poem by George Krokos
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