Something Transcends
Many aren't prepared to leave,
Realities consistent with myths.
Foundations explored and introduced...
With solid knowledge and built on proof,
Now find those who once believed...
Perplexed by revealing hidden truths,
Received as they torment in grief!
Wars and conflicts that exist,
Have ancient cultures quite betwixted...
Between concepts created,
And finding these origins inflated...
Subjected to debate,
Without solutions to produce
A certain and accountable unquestioned fate!
Something transcends,
From the Universe that descends.
To scatter some in masses,
Into shelters to hide.
While those in patient faith await...
Stand to observe this magnificence,
In a joy that makes them convinced and elated.
Whatever 'this' is that comes just could not be!
Has eyes wide enough to pop...
Jaws dropping in a wordless stop!
An 'intelligence' greater than anyone could conceive,
Announces to us all in a shocking discovery,
They've come from a place they describe as 'Eternity'!
Leaving those in religious divisions,
Together astounded fixed...
To stare in a total collective freeze,
That nips their self righteous fits!
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Roads To Rome
All broad roads will lead to Rome, a place where many will call home,
Where mystic leaders play a part, spiritually deceiving seeking hearts.
A road that’s not paved by grace, but, every faith men must embrace,
While God’s Truth from the Cross; upon their journey, in hearts is lost.
Teachers using works and liturgy, produce a faith which men can see,
Religious pomp and circumstance, reduces salvation to mere chance.
Never resting their faith on our Lord, this salvation cannot be assured,
Building their faith upon men’s rules; their created faith is fit for fools.
Adding to the work of God’s Son, their simple faith becomes undone,
Unraveling as their faith changes for, rules of men that will not endure.
As the changes for this generation, aren’t built upon a firm foundation;
The Cross and shed blood of Christ, which leads believers to new life.
God’s Truth alone no longer saves, while they speak of men as waves,
Rolling forth from shore to shore, seeking from others, so much more,
Coming out of this sea of people, emerges a church without a steeple,
Led not, by The Author of Life, but, deceived by the spirit of Antichrist.
This will take the Emerging Church, to the darkest place of their search,
To follow a prophet they’ve yet to see, down the wrong road to eternity.
While on this road they will find, many Truths from God, are left behind,
And by neglecting Truths of His Son, their faith will be eternally undone.
Escaping Weight of Truth
A reason to play the blame game changes.
With clearing eyes getting brighter,
Overnight...
With the sight of one's reflection.
Shocking revelations,
Are not received ecstatically.
And the proof is in the pudding!
But the cooks try to leave,
By exiting from the roof!
A reason to play the blame game changes.
And foundations crack...
From the escaping weight of truth.
Doing its best to leave no trace of steps left,
As a discovery too late under Sun rays shows.
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Depicted As A Racist
I've been depicted as a racist.
AND...
After finding that humorous,
I had to give this serious thought.
Do I have the power,
To create hunger and homelessness?
Have I ever been given the power,
To decide whom to fire or hire?
When was the last time I outsourced a job?
Or downsized anyone?
To prevent a salary earned.
How many companies did I move overseas,
For the purpose to feed my own greed?
Who implemented divisions of hatred...
To kill and maim those they despise?
I find that checklist is not on my side.
Have I been like that?
And from whose eyes?
I can dislike what I see.
And from observation...
Describe it appropriately.
But to participate in scenes with values like that?
Has never been a part of my ancestry!
that's a fact.
And 'if' these truths mention offend...
Perhaps the time has come to openly discuss them.
But I do not believe insecurities,
Will be faced to allow those who have them hidden...
To free themselves in open discussion.
Some 'try',
But accountability is difficult to transfer.
And my patience...
Wears thin from those who eagerly toss their accusations.
These days come to peel away deceptions to reveal truths.
And chaos, conflicts and a diminished quality of life...
With the successful marketing of decadence,
Are realities I have had no power to promote.
However...
I have witnessed the suffering done,
By those who have become victimized by the implementation.
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Lift of the Veil
Quicker comes,
The lift of the veil.
A shift of conscious for some,
Who have prevailed in faith
Arrives.
Not on this Mothership that sits,
Are those on false shores...
Fixed in positions betwixted,
And left standing to absorb this view!
As this cosmic 'it' tilts and drifts,
With those aboard...
To ease up with an unseen crew.
This tremendous vessel soon disappears.
Dropping all jaws as darkness nears!
Popping the eyes,
Of those who are clearly not mocking shock!
This power God has dropped...
Stops definitions on the spot!
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People Claim They Want More Peace
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should not be condoned.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people can't leave this alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people should not this condone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
People claim they want more peace,
But peace is not what people have known!
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Cries That Led Them Into Protective Battle
A mass induced prepared to crush.
An explosive promise to bum rush,
And hush.
Delays what was portrayed...
As aggressive bleeding to inflict,
With a quickness that would not dismay
A cause for rebels to cheer.
But a leaking of greatness,
Unrelentlessly squeezes.
Increasing debates,
To end destruction of applied hate.
Discriminating voices...
Find their choices,
Diminishing to choose between abusing tactics.
And cryptic delusions of values upheld.
The cost of this,
Has eroded myths!
Foundations once solid and sitting bold...
Now on the threshold of being sold,
To those on foreign lands controlling resources.
Maintaining the gold and observing the unfolding.
As quick as a light switch,
Constantly on...
Now off to find many blind!
And those preparing the script for conflict,
Could care less.
They are not obsessed with biases.
Or racist deeds they manifest!
Pockets they fill with greed to gain.
One aim only is their game...
To leave the masses in pain!
No shame seeps from these evil demons.
Too true they know...
Those who have not,
Will fight themselves over the remains!
Even if realities kept,
And slowly peeled from foreclosed doorsteps...
Becomes nonexistent.
And with cries that led them into protective battle,
Sweeps them into a chaotic madness!
To struggle over dust,
On turf that has rusted!
And no one can claim they own.
As instigators have initiated deceit...
Feast together,
Where they have flown!
Yet unknown to them...
Descends from skies to hide from them Sun,
Are The Masters of true rule.
From the heavens who come to shock the awed.
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Content Sent
No one can manipulate,
A fate that awaits.
Whispered actions...
Fall on ears of some.
To alert and enlighten.
Although messages delivered,
Aren't always welcomed by everyone.
But that does not delay...
The content sent,
When it comes.
Or attempt to convince,
Those who would like to prevent the outcome.
By choosing not to believe what appears.
Fearing and weeping their useless tears.
And finding themselves exposed.
With no where to run from what is disclosed.
Unbelieving what is seen...
They scream!
To cover eyes and ears...
With wishes to escape,
From the tremendous magnificence...
Of what appears!
'What in the...? '
Don't ask!
There are no words to created,
To describe it!
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Victims In Distress
Truth is being told
And its revelation is considered sick!
People who are not accustomed to it...
Are discovering the truth is causing them fits!
Raised on distorted realities created...
Based on color or the lack thereof!
Placed in divisions to produce criticisms
To have some believe they were chosen from above!
The truth is being told and unfolding before our eyes.
Lies unknown to those never shown...
Has lifted masquerades from disguise!
And even though this is being exposed...
Many continue to live unsurprised!
Since those suppressed by those who oppress,
Weren't in denial
But the victims in distress who had been denied!
Knowing their tracks had been erased by hidden facts!
And providing amusement for those who now are trapped!
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No Protectors
The business of living,
Has laid cold eyes upon them
Grieving.
Those overtaxed,
And most undernourished!
Discouraged to speak truths,
That keep them crushed...
In silent desperation.
Under technologies,
Rushed to boost few
To adorn themselves,
And prosper.
This business of living...
Dispense trinkets from feasting banquets.
And dim is the light once brightening,
The hopes for all.
With gall the rotting stench is sensed,
And slowly released.
Progressing these diseasing deeds.
And bigoted shelters,
Built to be viewed...
By those with lofty wishes,
Crumble in defiance.
As appliances fail,
To keep from oxidizing rust.
Those investing in separate dreams...
Find no protectors,
To hide resources dwindling.
Masses split into divisions that absorb,
Assumptions no one resumes...
As this influence loses its spin!
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Leave Them Alone
Leave them alone,
With their induced indoctrinations.
They have become intoxicated,
With addictions believed!
And these inflictions,
Have left them afflicted...
In mindsets neglected,
To be left deranged.
Whether or not...
They decide they must change!
This is not their decision...
To accept or remain the same.
They can not conceive,
That the only thing real
Is the breath they breathe.
And when the time comes,
Reality will stun them.
They will not accept it!
Although with their eyes they will see!
With wishes to reject it.
They have been conditioned...
They are superior than life itself.
And there is no match,
For the 'brains' they alone maintain!
Leave them alone!
From this revealing shock...
They can not flee.
It is beyond their scope...
Of divisions of religions,
Or mindless racist inequities!
Let them find out for themselves...
That this existence experienced,
Broadens the concept of possibilities!
And self righteous implications,
Of a non-entity such as their 'purities'!
Are what they are...
Prefabrications!
These are but just a few...
Deceptions to be undone to redo!
Coming to enlighten.
Head-on without a preview.
Leave them alone!
They are no challenge for what confronts!
And they will discover that,
On their own!
Leave them alone...
To tolerate an ignorance,
They have shown they alone have condoned.
There will be no tolerance...
For such an accepted wickedness to enlist!
Leave them alone,
To discover the true Wizard of their Oz!
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To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
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Created To Be Implemented
Inconsistencies,
And those 'fronting'...
With a smothering up,
Of their hypocrisies...
Are all over the place!
Try avoiding them without being affected.
And the ones self righteous,
Declaring themselves 'normal'?
The 'standard' bearers?
Need not go too far from any mirror,
To do an honest self evaluation.
Conflicts, turmoil...
And other problems today that exist?
Have been created to be implemented,
By those refusing...
To zero in on their own flaws and blemishes.
Try avoiding them without being affected.
Or attempt to exit from a baiting into a debate.
To leave unscathed and rated to feel depreciated.
And if one can do this to feel an accomplishment?
A miracle has been witnessed.
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Creation of His Wish
Can we detach ourselves from distractions?
Can we allow explorations to expand within our minds,
And finding the Universe more than a place
Confining us to taste limitations?
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
On a threaded existence that's how we survive.
Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.
This living 'thing' we call cosmic space...
Has much more to offer us,
Something 'divine'
Keep Earth's spin in place.
We hold on to concepts that we alone exist.
And yet there is proof other beings pay us visits!
Many are in denial with thoughts of disbelief.
Close your eyes and view what is seen...
A vastness we are part of,
And yet out of our reach!
Something is there to attract us to IT!
A consciousness more developed,
Must certainly exist!
Can we detach ourselves from distractions,
To ask this entity...
For a more enlightened state of mind,
Such as 'that' which we can not see?
We pray to God to materialize wishes...
And God is ALL of IT!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
More 'gifts' from God will come to benefit.
Since all that is witnessed is a creation of His wish!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
We can see God in ALL of 'this'!
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
Can you and me...
They and we,
Detach ourselves from distractions,
To validate our destiny?
If 'anything' is possible for God to provide,
Love and peace are not mere illusions...
But in fact realities!
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Not Illusions From Slept Dreams
A shock comes to wrestle,
Sleepers from the deep!
Nothing believed has credence...
As perceptions from minds will leap!
A discovery is made,
And kept secret no more.
Life forms on the Moon will beam,
To have lived under crystal domes...
And glass towers that soar!
Restricted from this knowledge,
No longer are we kept!
Those who have seen,
Weird and unusual flying machines...
Will question their existence,
As well as our own for sure!
And all of those who dismiss this as myth,
Will soon be awakened,
Like never before!
As we will find a way to rid all limitations...
That divided nations with racial sensations.
And throwing concepts of creation...
Quicker than lightening,
Right out of barricaded and fenced in doors!
Knowing what is seen...
Are not illusions from slept dreams!
And conflicts to ignite wars,
Will make less sense forevermore!
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The Truth
One who is a universe within a greater one
seeks only to discover the beauty of truth.
To venture though the mist of deception
that conceals the only path to the proof.
How will I know it when I meet it?
Has it a sound, does it have a smell?
When I see it, will I know it for certain?
Is it like heaven, or more like hell?
Why does the greater universe hide its beauty
if truth is so essential to the existence of man?
Maybe, its discovery is our only true purpose
and the journey there is just a part of the plan?
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Long Stopped Popping Eyes
Where are those 'things'
You retrieved to show others,
You were better than me.
Where is that façade paraded,
Inflated to flaunt my deficiencies.
I have been forced to be 'me' myself.
Relying on nothing and no one else.
But there is a comfort from you missing.
An emptiness witnessed!
And apparently has left you wishing.
Where is that pride and self confidence you wore?
Where is that pulchritude with attitude,
You boasted proudly about...
And no one dared ignore.
Where do you disappear to let your tears flow?
Where do you now go...
To hide you guilt and sorrow?
Tomorrow will and always has looked brighter for me.
Will you ever seek truth and daylight?
Or do you sulk in shadows,
To await an opportunity to express a false identity.
Clearly finding no place to adjust for these times.
And deceivers retreating to regroup or unmask...
Speak from both sides of their mouths.
And these tasks are fading fast!
Where will you go to exploit your visions...
When that outlook you have,
Many see for them those outlooks from the past
Need to be released and from them trashed!
Where are those 'things'
You retrieved to show others,
You were better than me.
Where is that façade paraded,
Inflated to flaunt my deficiencies.
Are you preparing in darkness,
To spark renewed flaws?
Those shock and awe days that once amazed...
Have long stopped popping eyes,
And dropping jaws!
And you ought to know and be aware,
As you prepare any reappearance.
Be current!
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Keeping Faith In Hollow Concepts
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
When I realized Santa Claus did not exist...
I went ballistic!
The Easter Bunny, Minnie and Mickey Mouse
And a host of my childhood allies...
Were erased from me,
When I began to age with understanding I then refused!
Sometimes I wake up in cold sweats,
Thinking of the death of them.
And how I was challenged to move on with my life!
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
Religions, deities and their myths?
I am not going to touch that with a ten foot pole!
I'll just say the marketing has left tremendous debts,
Of mental casualties!
Wherever these beliefs are currently at war!
One has only to connect the dots to observe the damage!
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in hollow concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
And those who know these things...
Are freer to live their lives,
With a broader sense of self.
Without fears to manifest and share.
Once an awareness stretches to introduce,
A higher consciousness induced.
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Temperatures Heat Up Slow
Temperatures heat up slow.
Some boil to explode.
Steaming to show outside...
What can no longer hide.
Temperatures heat up slow.
some refuse to let go!
Until it's hard to keep...
A heat that has been released.
It's difficult to find the time to explain it.
Words aren't there to say what's going on.
Some people make it their business,
To stir up arguments.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.
Temperatures heat up slow.
With a click.
Some boil to explode.
With many clicks.
Steaming to show outside...
Flying fists.
What can no longer hide,
Loud brawled rifts!
And it's hard to find time to explain this!
Or sit in calmness to cool rowdy rows.
Some folks will agitate this,
As if it's a gift.
To then give to others...
To glow in what has been bestowed.
To behold what is done,
That gets old.
And this has left many cold.
Some people make it their business,
To stir up these riffs.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.
With all conflicts growing old!
Much too old to bestow.
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Affirm It Fixed
I close my eyes.
At the same time you do.
With one thought alone...
To uplift your well being!
I call upon the universe,
To reverse your tribulations.
And all energy I demand...
To remove your burdens,
Held tightly in your hands.
I demand of 'It' to have you resist,
Conflicts!
I order that now to exist.
And affirm it fixed.
For you I do this.
And for us we wish...
Complete and total happiness!
To come and fill our lives with bliss.
Now...
I close my eyes.
At the same time you do.
With one thought alone...
To uplift your well being!
And the universe pursues,
And delivers!
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Much Greater Than That
It's much greater than that!
Greater than the limitations of one's skin color...
Or political affiliation,
One keeps attached and boasted.
This change that comes affects everyone on Earth.
Pretentions flaunted will haunt the undaunted mindless.
These times on the threshold are beyond religious beliefs.
And those who find no relief from them,
Will welcome tremendous grief.
A shocking comes to stop division!
And no one will be spared the teachings to be taught!
There will be no decisions to contemplate...
What awaits to affect and change!
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