The Arrest
Jesus got arrested
down on fourth street
for taking in, and
associating with
whores, addicts, thieves,
and losers....
i didnt have the money
to go His bail...
so i sent Him a file,
a pack of Marlboro's,
and a tract from the
local Baptist Church....
complete with the address
for donations...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Shovels, And Whores!
shovels and whores!
cant get nothing done,
for digging people out
in way too deep,
and loaning money to whores
for their crack rock pillows,
their babies crying
with hunger cursed lips.
addicts and losers,
prisoners put out,
to work the streets, or die.
and the unemployed breed
with despair driven need,
old people eating dogfood
with plastic spoons....
fight and give, eyes in the back
of your head, back to the wall...
shovels and whores,
all God's children gotta live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Salvation
how many Jesus's does it take?
rock n roll Jesus, civil rights Jesus,
sexual Jesus, Baptist Jesus,
Pentecostal snake Jesus...
heroin Jesus, small town family Jesus,
necklace Jesus, tattoo Jesus,
illegal immigrant Jesus...
Jesus on the cross in a drunk tank Jesus,
Marlboro Jesus, county fair Jesus,
pray for Armagadden Jesus...
or just a man,
living one day, one moment,
one bare naked dirty human need
at a time...
with open hands, open heart,
and open mind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Didnt Mean Anything To Me
Skies were cloudy everyday nothing wanted to grow
We had our last chance I think I told you so
Every dinner was crummy nothing was on t.v.
I was ready to pack it up our heads were so achey
You didnt mean anything to me
You didnt mean anything to me
We got to get away another lawn to mow
We had our last chance I think I told you so
Every dinner was crummy even the ones for free
I was ready to pack it up forget the agony
You didnt mean anything to me
You didnt mean anything to me
Everybody was cranky even the maids were mean
We ran into a miracle there was beer in the soda
Machine every dinner was crummy even the ones for
Free I was ready to pack it up forget the agony
You didnt mean anything to me
You didnt mean anything to me
You didnt mean anything to me
You didnt mean anything to me
song performed by by Ramones
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Night
a very small candle by the bedside,
a stack of books that whisper and moan.
a radio i forget to turn on,
and an alarm clock that i hate...
dirty clothes sorted and stacked
like dreams that didnt go well.
a pack of Marlboro's, a couple old hats...
a window that leaks an icy breeze...
my old guitar and a rifle in the corner,
a few prayers that never got said.
your pillow haunted and cold...
i dont want to sleep alone.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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His True Church
I know many religious people, and one Church with no steeple,
A church that’s built with no walls, built on only believing souls,
Built upon an Eternal Foundation, that being our very Salvation,
Built upon The One Cornerstone, and that is Jesus Christ alone.
Many, who worship in a building, to Truth alone, are unyielding,
Building a church on tradition, God’s Truth, with man’s addition,
Added to the work finished by, Jesus Christ who reigns on high,
Ignoring His words “it is finished”, Grace by many is diminished.
Men making a way to Heaven, not by grace but religious leaven,
Building church in a human way, as they lead many souls astray,
As many souls weekly perch, in the pews of a manmade church,
Relying on their religious activity, to help them work into eternity.
“I will build my Church” He said, that was Christ, who is the Head,
Head of His True Church on earth, filled with souls, by New Birth,
All members being Born Again, into His Church, not one of men,
You’ll find, you no longer search, as a member of God’s Church.
Jesus is the Way, Truth and Life, as Head of the Church of Christ,
And each of us is a living stone, built through faith in Christ alone,
His Church He proceeds to build, to complete as His Father willed,
Leading the only True Church friend, as others shall see in the end.
Unfortunate Thing
Breaking out of school
Aint really fooling no one
I was sure Id get my reward in time
Backing uo the street
With the smell of sweet sensation
Didnt want to be another dime
Hidden in the pocket
Of some unfortunate nation
Didnt have no money, sure didnt have the time
Chorus:
Unfortunate thing, such an unfortunate thing
Unfortunate thing, such an unfortunate thing
But I fought with nothing
But I fought with nothing
Laughing at the rumor
That youve been screwing someone
Laugh better cry
It could be your turn next time
Brother what a lover beyond the fourth dimesion
Hes got an ego
Thats bigger than yours and mine
(chorus)
Dont call me bwana
Let it settle in your heart
We move from children
Into a business counterpart
Your head was shaking as I walked into the room
A spirit breaking
Thats why I feel this way
Breaking out of school
Aint really fooling no one
I was sure Id get my reward in time
Backing up a street
With a smell of sweet sensation
Didnt want to be another dime
(chorus)
song performed by by Culture Club
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Women Is Losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers.
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I said, if they told you that they want you
Say they come around and wind up your door.
Whoa i say now, if they don't desert you,
They'll leave you and never be here for more!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!
I said i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, everywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I say they wear a nice shiny armor
Until there is a dragon for to slay.
Now baby,
Course with men beggin' to pay 'em
I'll say they're bound to run away, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
I said, i know you must have heard it all
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men almost seem to end up on top, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord,
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Men always seem to end up on top.
Oh yeah, they'll use you and confuse you
They'll leave you when no one has thought to play.
They might say to watch out after your conduct
Why the hell there ain't another way, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
So now i know you must have heard it all,
Ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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They Can Not Live Without That Fix
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
Less is the significance.
And the importance,
Of one's quality of life.
Once the having of money,
And the affect of it...
Became the impression,
One wanted to make.
To flaunt and have it,
And from their pockets drip!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
And the satisfaction teased,
Would increase with a taste...
For more of it.
Until those not having it,
Were quickly despised.
And with character assassinations...
There became a rise of ruined lives,
With deciet, lies and alibis!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
Drifting in mental fits,
Are those today being weened away from it.
Crazed in protests...
With voices raised demanding,
And with their minds splitting into pieces!
A feeding of greed has done this.
At the expense of their consciousness!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
And just like addicts!
They can not live without that fix!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
They want yours and mine!
And anything that looks like it!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call To Get A Cop
If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
You think I'm a thief!
Please.
If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given up all I had,
Believe that or not.
Now you tell me that I can't leave...
Because your aggravations aren't that bad.
This is worse than living in a jail cell.
Living with you has been pure hell.
I've got to leave you and do it quick,
With a taking of my mind...
And,
Splitting through an exit!
Yes.
If you call a cop,
Be honest when you tell on me.
Get a cop,
And tell the story truthfully.
Without those tears you weep and drop.
With the telling of lies nonstop.
Whoa Nelly!
If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
You think I'm a thief!
Please.
And you want me arrested,
Because I wont take from you...
More of your mess,
Yes.
You want me arrested,
Because your testing gives me no rest.
And...
You want me arrested,
Because I've decided to step.
Yes.
And you wish to break my neck.
So,
If you want me arrested?
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
I've all you've got,
Please!
This is worse than living in a jail cell.
Living with you has been pure hell.
I've got to leave you and do it quick,
With a taking of my mind...
And,
Splitting through an exit!
Yes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give God's Way!
What did God give us?
God gave Adam life from the dust of the earth
God gave Adam his wife Eve to be one flesh
So do we make man in our own image to give to God
No sin has made that impassable to give God
God gave us the pure blood of mammals for one sin
Yet history of sin gives God nothing!
God gave his only Son Christ's blood for all sins
So now a holy God can love a pure creation
Why dose God have us give?
Jesus gave us his eternal life & holy spirit
We are to love God with all heart and soul
And love our neighbor as our self
For where your treasure is there your heart will be also.
The TV church world's treasure is money for miracles
They teach if you give more then you have?
The Pharisees, who loved money
Heard all this and were sneering at Jesus.
God gives you more then you need?
No servant can serve two masters
You cannot serve both God and Money.
He overturned the tables of the money changers
For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth
Where thieves break in and steal.
If money is not my treasure what do I give?
He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar
Abraham! I am here Do not lay a hand on the boy
God wants you to be not greedy for money eager to serve
To give of the heart trust and faith without expection
Is all God ever wanted from us!
Jesus gave us his treasured life and Holy Spirit
We need to serve all our actions money and lives
Not a debt we can repay but out love for God & his son
It's time we give back out of love.
God loves a cheerful giver
poem by John Raymond
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Toronto Insite Clinic
Drug-addicts called 'clients' supported by nurses and support staff,
Illegal drugs bought on street and criminals just laugh,
Twelve injection booths to inject illicit drugs and get high,
Clean free needles, syringes, cookers, filters to help them fly.
Vancouver free site where drug addicts can do their drugs,
Though taxpayers pay for it and can get nothing but a shrug,
Though the Conservative government tried to close it down,
The Supreme Court told them to stop fooling around.
And now special-interest groups want one in Toronto too,
They would and could call it a health issue to bring it through,
And the taxpayers could pay the bills and take it on the chin,
Though the addicts bought drugs the street before they came in.
poem by James Bredin
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600 Million Euro!
600 Million Euro!
But, it was too late;
For the money was in your Toyota four wheel-drive as you were attacked,
And the thieves made away with the money! !
Spotted,
Shiny,
Straight,
Creamy,
Like the death after birth! !
But the thieves took the money away;
And now, we don't have much story on this issue.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Response...
Jesus never had a church,
was not religious...
never wanted holy monuments
to be built in His honor.
was not interested in donations
that ease the load of sin...
never wanted to be fought over,
or for wars to be fought
in His name...
He was a complete human being,
His every breath spiritual.
He tossed the moneychangers
out of the temple,
and stood up to the religious
pride of the Pharisees.
the people He walked with,
and that He taught,
were His family...
He was as responsible to them,
as they were to Him.
His answer:
'follow me...'
pick up your own cross,
walk your own path.
salvation, a process, a path,
a journey, a lifetime...
not instant gratification.
'the kingdom of heaven
is within you...'
dont look for far off shores.
within this moment lies eternity,
if you dont find it now,
they'll be no tomorrow!
your sword is love,
your flag is understanding.
if you cant see God
in the stranger's face,
in your neighbor's face,
you'll never see God!
judge not... but keep walking,
and if you see someone
who's fallen, help him up!
if you want to see the God in Jesus,
you have to see the human in Him first!
written in response to a comment
on one of my other poems!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If I Didnt Have You In My World
If I didnt have you in my world
What a lonely place my world would be
If I didnt have you in my world
I think Id just pack up and leave
It seems like Ive waited a lifetime
To find someone special like you
If you ever walked out of my life
I dont know what I would do
cause if I didnt have you in my world
What a lonely place my world would be
If I didnt have you in my world
I think Id just pack up and leave
You gave me a reason for livin
The first time I looked in your eyes
I shudder to think what might happen
If you ever told me goodbye
Chorus
song performed by by Vince Gill
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St. John, Apostle and Evangelist
The younger son of father, Zebedee,
And younger brother of St. James, the great;
His mother was Mary’s sister, Salome;
He was the disciple whom Jesus loved.
A fisherman like his father,
He fished in Genesaret Lake;
Called ‘Boanerges’ by Jesus,
Meaning ‘sons of thunder (anger) ’.
Born in Bethsaida, Galilee AD6,
One of twelve apostles of Christ;
A former disciple of St John, the Baptist,
A ‘half-cousin’ of Jesus Christ.
John was called Evangelist too;
A friend of Jesus, fast and thick;
He sat near Christ at Last Supper;
He went to jail with St. Peter.
Called ‘Apostle of Charity’;
St John the Theologian;
St John the divine;
He saw Peter heal the lame man.
He witnessed Jairus’ daughter being raised,
And was in Gethsemane with Peter;
He called Christ, the Lamb of God;
He was a ‘pillar of the Church’.
With Mary, John stood near the cross,
And Jesus said, ‘This is your son! ’
And to John, ‘This is your mother! ’
He saw Jesus when transfigured.
He ran with Peter to Christ’s grave,
Believing Him to have risen;
He recognized Jesus ashore,
When he appeared after He rose.
Thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil,
He did not suffer injury.
He was banished to Patmos isle.
He wrote his gospel at Ephesus.
He wrote the fourth Gospel;
He wrote three epistles;
The Book of Revelation (Apocalypse):
He founded churches in Asia Minor.
He died at AD 100 when,
He was extremely old by then;
He died on Sept 26th.
His feast is on Dec 27th.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-07-‘08
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2 Timothy 1: 7
What I have
I Love my Family 'I have a sound mind'
I Like Luciano Pavarotti
even though.I don't speak a word of italian 'I have a sound mind'
I love my family even though none of us had a choice in the picking :)
I Love my church family............ 'I have a sound mind'
I like the motto of the church on 1212 Hendrick called Faith Fellowship Baptist
Church.
'if the bible says, we believe it'
I Love Jesus, my family, friends and I have a sound mind.
I know God has wonderful things in store for me from this time forward!
'I have a sound mind'
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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Guernica
Watch me at war really up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're whores sit down
We're whores that's us
He wanted us he swore and all we've got
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're whores sit down
We're whores that's us
Simple lives yeah we don't have
We pack up in truth it seems this
Peacemakers has arms that hold fear
See gargoyles can you see the wonder?
Yes I fear the carbine
What does never wrong mean?
That's right
Every one of us he swore so hurry up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
Both of us are stitched up now
We're whores sit down
We're Whores
That must mean sinful eyes that maim of fear
It's the look that stings I fear boy
Being distrusting I trust no one
They've been back down for nothing
It was never shared it's ours
We will know those names who follow
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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Guernica
Guernica is in fact made of stone backwards.
Watch me at war really up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were whores sit down
Were whores thats us
He wanted us he swore and all weve got
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were whores sit down
Were whores thats us
Simple lives yeah we dont have
We pack up in truth it seems this
Peacemakers has arms that hold fear
See gargoyles can you see the wonder?
Yes I fear the carbine
What does never wrong mean?
Thats right
Every one of us he swore so hurry up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
Both of us are stitched up now
Were whores sit down
Were whores
That must mean sinful eyes that maim of fear
Its the look that stings I fear boy
Being distrusting I trust no one
Theyve been back down for nothing
It was never shared its ours
We will know those names who follow
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Paper Planes
We get high like vapors and fly like planes
Don’t you try to change our mind, we got money on the brain
If you wanna get the cheddar, you better Kraft your name
On Wall Street and Main, game recognize game
Sometimes we be switching four lanes
Bankrupting banks and ditching Rove Range
Coppas wanna stop us but they are so lame
Boring cash warrants put a claim on our fame
All I wanna do is (Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!)
And I [click] {Cha-ching}
And take your money
High rise homes, limos
Paper planes crash into Zippos
Coming when we get ‘em
Out on bail, above the system
No one in the country can work it like us
Disappear your life savings with a stylus
We drain every asset like liquidat’us
And then pack ‘em up in the back of our trucks
All I wanna do is (Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!)
And I [click] {Cha-ching}
And take your money
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Arrested By You
(rupert hine / jeannette obstoj)
What is this strange elation?
Taking my train of thought to an unknown destination
And suddenly I dont know where I am
But like a tremor or a spark
Somethings happening in my heart
Ive been arrested by you
Take me in, oh, oh, oh
Finally captured by you, by you and by you
Take me in
Ive been arrested by you
Take me in, oh, oh, oh
Finally captured by you, by you and by you
Take me in
Youve broken my concentration
Saving me just in time from a desperate situation
And suddenly, I dont know who I am
But my dilemmas where to start
Somethings happening in my heart
Ive been arrested by you
Take me in, oh, oh, oh
Finally captured by you, by you and by you
Take me in
Ive been arrested by you
Take me in, oh, oh, oh
Finally captured by you, by you and by you
Take me in
Ive been arrested by you
Take me in, oh, oh, oh
Finally captured by you, by you and by you
Take me in
Ive been arrested by you
Take me in, oh
Finally captured by you, oh, oh
Take me in
Ive been captured, captured, captured, captured
Oh, baby
Oh, ho,
Take me baby
Oh, oh, oh, oh
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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