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<i>'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'</i>
-John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn.
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'</i>
-John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn.
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Post #141
The mournful screams of a whistle that pierced the winter's air
Awoke in me a memory, from the distant past somewhere
A memory I had tried to hide ...... in the dark recess of my mind
Now that mournful whistle wakes again, the memory of my crime.
How many years have passed me by? How many nights have I sat and cried?
The tears I’ve shed in guilt’s despair, but forgiveness ..... I could find nowhere.
I see her face in all my dreams, and recoil each time I hear those screams
All ye who read this.... pity me....who must carry this guilt through eternity....By The Tongue.
Awoke in me a memory, from the distant past somewhere
A memory I had tried to hide ...... in the dark recess of my mind
Now that mournful whistle wakes again, the memory of my crime.
How many years have passed me by? How many nights have I sat and cried?
The tears I’ve shed in guilt’s despair, but forgiveness ..... I could find nowhere.
I see her face in all my dreams, and recoil each time I hear those screams
All ye who read this.... pity me....who must carry this guilt through eternity....By The Tongue.
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Post #142
Well I guess I really should have
And I would have, if I could have,
But I didn’t, so I know that I’m to blame.
We were standing by the river
When she begged me to forgive her,
But I didn’t, now I hang my head in shame.
Her tears were flowing freely
And although I loved her dearly,
The thing she done had cut me to the core.
So I ignored her tears and pleading,
For inside my heart was bleeding,
I didn’t realise, that hers was bleeding more.
It was below the dam they found her,
Water weeds all wrapped around her,
That held her to the bottom of the deep.
In my self righteous pride and honour,
I had turned my back upon her,
Now, eternal fields of sorrow must I reap…… The Tongue.
And I would have, if I could have,
But I didn’t, so I know that I’m to blame.
We were standing by the river
When she begged me to forgive her,
But I didn’t, now I hang my head in shame.
Her tears were flowing freely
And although I loved her dearly,
The thing she done had cut me to the core.
So I ignored her tears and pleading,
For inside my heart was bleeding,
I didn’t realise, that hers was bleeding more.
It was below the dam they found her,
Water weeds all wrapped around her,
That held her to the bottom of the deep.
In my self righteous pride and honour,
I had turned my back upon her,
Now, eternal fields of sorrow must I reap…… The Tongue.
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Post #143
I've walked with and I've talked with an angel
He picks me up each time that I fall down
He's one who knows and understands my heartaches
For just like me, He himself had fallen down.
But like the serpent Moses lifted in the desert
He himself was lifted up upon a tree
Now He sits beside our Father in the heavens
Where He intercedes with God for fool like me........The Tongue.
He picks me up each time that I fall down
He's one who knows and understands my heartaches
For just like me, He himself had fallen down.
But like the serpent Moses lifted in the desert
He himself was lifted up upon a tree
Now He sits beside our Father in the heavens
Where He intercedes with God for fool like me........The Tongue.
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Post #144
This nano technology, it really frightens me
They can make a flying camera that looks just like a bee
Can spiders, ants, and house flies transmit the things I say
Can our words and all our actions be recorded every day.
I remember back when I was young, I’s no more’n a lad
Sometimes I’d be at home alone and doin something bad
And I’d turn mums crucifix around so He couldn’t see me do it
But now I think of all this nano stuff and I think I might have blew it
Once you understand that God is all, you’d have to be half blind
Not to realise that everything feeds into that great mind
All them spiders in the corners, ants in every crack and nook
Were filming every thing I did---now it’s recorded in Gods book.
But that don’t really bother me, cos I know it’s tightly sealed
And only one’s allowed to open it---and you know? Somehow I feel
He’s not the sort what runs around accusing everyone
And though He lives in me, one day I’ll be, in Him, God’s only Son….. The Tongue.
They can make a flying camera that looks just like a bee
Can spiders, ants, and house flies transmit the things I say
Can our words and all our actions be recorded every day.
I remember back when I was young, I’s no more’n a lad
Sometimes I’d be at home alone and doin something bad
And I’d turn mums crucifix around so He couldn’t see me do it
But now I think of all this nano stuff and I think I might have blew it
Once you understand that God is all, you’d have to be half blind
Not to realise that everything feeds into that great mind
All them spiders in the corners, ants in every crack and nook
Were filming every thing I did---now it’s recorded in Gods book.
But that don’t really bother me, cos I know it’s tightly sealed
And only one’s allowed to open it---and you know? Somehow I feel
He’s not the sort what runs around accusing everyone
And though He lives in me, one day I’ll be, in Him, God’s only Son….. The Tongue.
Post #145
The Tongue wrote: This nano technology, it really frightens me
They can make a flying camera that looks just like a bee
Can spiders, ants, and house flies transmit the things I say
Can our words and all our actions be recorded every day.
I remember back when I was young, I’s no more’n a lad
Sometimes I’d be at home alone and doin something bad
And I’d turn mums crucifix around so He couldn’t see me do it
But now I think of all this nano stuff and I think I might have blew it
Once you understand that God is all, you’d have to be half blind
Not to realise that everything feeds into that great mind
All them spiders in the corners, ants in every crack and nook
Were filming every thing I did---now it’s recorded in Gods book.
But that don’t really bother me, cos I know it’s tightly sealed
And only one’s allowed to open it---and you know? Somehow I feel
He’s not the sort what runs around accusing everyone
And though He lives in me, one day I’ll be, in Him, God’s only Son….. The Tongue.
This god cctv, it makes me wonder,
Scratch me giblets and fear for thunder,
Is god around watching every itch,
How many itches proclaim us witches ?
I remember back when I was young, I pee'd behind a tree,
I happily poo'd in t' orchard, beach and sea,
But then I thought, that god he's watching,
Naaah, surely obsessive snooping could be catching.
Once you understand that God's not pervy,
He's stuff to do, surely snooping's not worthy,
He's off creating more big bangs,
When it comes to perving, he makes a stand.
But that don't really bother me, I've stuff to do,
I'm more mature now, and choose where to poo,
Even then when I'm struggling on the loo,
I expect no gods, however vast their omnipotence, are hovering invisibly in front of me, with note pads at the ready, checking on the significance of my bowel movements, itching, scratching, and other bodily functions, too.
Re: The End and the Beginning
Post #146brhal wrote: Can you see the vision in the heart of your mind
Of the last day of this earth when the sun goes blind
Pitch black darkness that extends into the heavens
The very last day when all things shall be gathered
The moanings, the groanings, the sheer horror fright
A new day is dawning, it's the end of the night
And then like the lightening that blasts from the sky
Christ coming in the heavens is seen by every eye
Men will be dropping, their hearts failing for fear
And others' consciences in the air you can hear
The most terrible day since creation was started
The day the tares and the wheat are finally parted
The dead souls in Christ rising up through the earth
(Though the dead see Him last, they are risen up first)
Then those alive in Christ that remain on the ground
Are caught up to be with them there in the clouds
All those that did evil are gathered and bound
The cords of their sins having holden them down
Then the wicked are cast alive into the lake of fire
Where the beast and the false prophet and the devil are
Lastly death and the grave are cast into the flames
And pain and suffering shall never again have their names
Then a new heaven and new earth (the former now past)
Where God lives with his people: the first and the last.
On the last day of this earth when the sun goes super nova,
Bright thermonuclear solar burst, the earth's days long over,
No moanings or groanings, life on earth ended a billion years before,
Last of human kind evolved back into fishy rascals with flippers, after the greatest war.
No devil, beasts, evil dead souls, no wicked sinners, cast into lakes of fire,
All that nonsense in young folk's story books, just words of mire,
A healthy mind emptied of daft malarky and fluff and stuff,
Is enough for the tough to ignore such guff.
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Post #147
It is my belief that the swaddling cloud that will surround the earth and save us from the initial burst of cosmic radiation, before the thousand year rule of our God and saviour who raised Jesus from death, will be created by a super volcanic explosion equal to the volcanic explosion 75,000 years ago, and that it will be triggered by an atomic war in the Middle East.
In dream I saw the heavens ablaze with balls of fire
Huge hailstones that were burning and streaking down the sky
The earth was clothed in purple, dark orange and deep blue
Like a swaddling cloth surrounding us that hid the stars from view
Dark clouds rose from the mountain peaks, earth’s veins were opened wide
Through which her inner blood spewed forth, in streams of living fire
Whole continents, they heaved and tossed, wave rippled through the ground
In all the earth, no hiding place of safety could be found.
The oceans boiled, they foamed and rose, destroying cities on their shores
All the river dams were busted valley towns were seen no more
The power stations of the earth all were melted down
A few survivors of the human race were all that could be found
And then I saw the winter, a winter so severe
It lasted not a few short months, but many, many years
And the women who were pregnant, O God! The children that they bore
Grotesque and hideous malformations, I pray to see that sight no more
Then when the winter lifted and crops began to grow
A strange and eerie world emerged, from the destruction and the snow
A world with neither day nor night, where even rainbows couldn’t form
In the atmosphere above the earth, and yet the air was strangely warm
A thousand years or twilight and through that swaddling band on high
Three blood red giants were glowing through a hazed and orange sky
The sun and moon had turned to blood, yet far brighter than the moon
Was Jupiter the heavenly light, which in time would spell man’s doom
The major volcanic explosion of Hekla 4 in Ice land which spewed out massive amounts of Lava in 2350 B.C. coupled with a close encounter with a passing comet and a Tunguska like fire ball, which is believed to have been major issues in the inundation of Ireland that is said to have been left waste for 30 odd years, and the devastating flood around the Mediterranean Sea, which was the known civilised world in the day of Noah around 2,350 B.C, will appear as a non-event when compared to the greatest tribulation that man has ever seen or will ever see that is prophesied to occur before the Day of the Lord, which is the great Sabbath, or the seventh period of one thousand years fron the first day when Adam ate of the forbidden fruit and died in that day at the age of 930.
If the Magma chamber under Yellowstone park blows, which is overdue to explode, look out, but that will only be the beginning of the tribulation that will result in the annihilation of all physical life forms upon this planet.
In dream I saw the heavens ablaze with balls of fire
Huge hailstones that were burning and streaking down the sky
The earth was clothed in purple, dark orange and deep blue
Like a swaddling cloth surrounding us that hid the stars from view
Dark clouds rose from the mountain peaks, earth’s veins were opened wide
Through which her inner blood spewed forth, in streams of living fire
Whole continents, they heaved and tossed, wave rippled through the ground
In all the earth, no hiding place of safety could be found.
The oceans boiled, they foamed and rose, destroying cities on their shores
All the river dams were busted valley towns were seen no more
The power stations of the earth all were melted down
A few survivors of the human race were all that could be found
And then I saw the winter, a winter so severe
It lasted not a few short months, but many, many years
And the women who were pregnant, O God! The children that they bore
Grotesque and hideous malformations, I pray to see that sight no more
Then when the winter lifted and crops began to grow
A strange and eerie world emerged, from the destruction and the snow
A world with neither day nor night, where even rainbows couldn’t form
In the atmosphere above the earth, and yet the air was strangely warm
A thousand years or twilight and through that swaddling band on high
Three blood red giants were glowing through a hazed and orange sky
The sun and moon had turned to blood, yet far brighter than the moon
Was Jupiter the heavenly light, which in time would spell man’s doom
The major volcanic explosion of Hekla 4 in Ice land which spewed out massive amounts of Lava in 2350 B.C. coupled with a close encounter with a passing comet and a Tunguska like fire ball, which is believed to have been major issues in the inundation of Ireland that is said to have been left waste for 30 odd years, and the devastating flood around the Mediterranean Sea, which was the known civilised world in the day of Noah around 2,350 B.C, will appear as a non-event when compared to the greatest tribulation that man has ever seen or will ever see that is prophesied to occur before the Day of the Lord, which is the great Sabbath, or the seventh period of one thousand years fron the first day when Adam ate of the forbidden fruit and died in that day at the age of 930.
If the Magma chamber under Yellowstone park blows, which is overdue to explode, look out, but that will only be the beginning of the tribulation that will result in the annihilation of all physical life forms upon this planet.
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Post #148
Grant me the following in the name of God, the Father Almighty.
Like a leper rotting in flesh, let all avoid me.
Like a cripple without limbs, let me not move freely.
Remove my cheeks, that tears may not roll down them.
Crush my lips and tongue, that I may not sin with them.
Pull out my nails, that I may not grasp nothing.
Let my shoulders and back be bent, that I may carry nothing.
Like a man with tumor in the head, let me lack judgement.
Ravage my body sworn to chastity, leave me with no pride.
And have me live in shame, let no one pray for me.
But only the grace of the father Almighty, have his mercy on me.
Grant me the following in the name of God, the Father Almighty.
Like a dove out of thin air, let me hold judgement.
Like a heave that becomes flesh, let me know of all.
Let my wisdom and stregnth guide who aks for he,
As i stood through the test of time, let those remember me.
For all is given under one unity,
For those that be, let he become thee,
For me all is under he, like the time who saved me was he,
In orders of the angels and saints that belong to thee,
let all know that it is me, who gave my adversity.
But only the grace of the father Almighty, have his mercy on me.
Just a creative, relax.
Like a leper rotting in flesh, let all avoid me.
Like a cripple without limbs, let me not move freely.
Remove my cheeks, that tears may not roll down them.
Crush my lips and tongue, that I may not sin with them.
Pull out my nails, that I may not grasp nothing.
Let my shoulders and back be bent, that I may carry nothing.
Like a man with tumor in the head, let me lack judgement.
Ravage my body sworn to chastity, leave me with no pride.
And have me live in shame, let no one pray for me.
But only the grace of the father Almighty, have his mercy on me.
Grant me the following in the name of God, the Father Almighty.
Like a dove out of thin air, let me hold judgement.
Like a heave that becomes flesh, let me know of all.
Let my wisdom and stregnth guide who aks for he,
As i stood through the test of time, let those remember me.
For all is given under one unity,
For those that be, let he become thee,
For me all is under he, like the time who saved me was he,
In orders of the angels and saints that belong to thee,
let all know that it is me, who gave my adversity.
But only the grace of the father Almighty, have his mercy on me.
Just a creative, relax.
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Post #149
A short poem in reference to one who has been ignored.
I saw a mist of smoke drift past
But now it’s gone, it went so fast
It made a sound or so it seems
It could have been some infant's dream.
Alas it’s gone, it’s seen no more
Nor heard, as it was….once before
It’s gone to where I cannot see
And it’s words are heard no more by me...... Written by The Tongue.
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The Bread (Insight) and wine (Wisdom) of my Brothers
I’ve heard tales of the outback where I worked in harder time
I’ve camped among the Murreys, shared their damper and their wine
Rubbed shoulders with the millionaires met men down on their luck
And those the world calls misfits, the so called slime and muck.
I’ve gazed upon the light of man in all his different hues
And find I’ve have no right to judge and nor my friend do you
For we are all one mountain that travels on through time
And may the highest pinnacle be the goal to which men climb.
Yea! May that mighty pyramid with its missing crowning stone
Be the pattern for the life of man let no one take that throne
May it always be rejected by the builders of each age
And so become the corner stone to a new and glorious page.
For the moving fingers writing on the universal page
And we are but the story that grows from age to age
For the WORD is ever growing as It moves eternal on
The next chapter in life’s story, will be the chapter.... of Man’s Son.
Does the story of man come to it's end
Where the story of our glorious child begins?...........Written by The Tongue.
The wonderful androgynous being who is God, created mankind in his image and likeness, male and female he created them and named them "ADAM."
The child that is born to the body of "The Most High" in the creation, (Mankind) who is Lord of creatures, is the wonderful Androgynous "SON OF GOD=Son of the MOST HIGH who sits in the throne of Godhead," who HIMSELF is "THE LIGHT OF MAN" (all the wisdom, knowledge and insight,) that was gathered from the body of mankind in the previous generation of the physical universe.
I saw a mist of smoke drift past
But now it’s gone, it went so fast
It made a sound or so it seems
It could have been some infant's dream.
Alas it’s gone, it’s seen no more
Nor heard, as it was….once before
It’s gone to where I cannot see
And it’s words are heard no more by me...... Written by The Tongue.
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The Bread (Insight) and wine (Wisdom) of my Brothers
I’ve heard tales of the outback where I worked in harder time
I’ve camped among the Murreys, shared their damper and their wine
Rubbed shoulders with the millionaires met men down on their luck
And those the world calls misfits, the so called slime and muck.
I’ve gazed upon the light of man in all his different hues
And find I’ve have no right to judge and nor my friend do you
For we are all one mountain that travels on through time
And may the highest pinnacle be the goal to which men climb.
Yea! May that mighty pyramid with its missing crowning stone
Be the pattern for the life of man let no one take that throne
May it always be rejected by the builders of each age
And so become the corner stone to a new and glorious page.
For the moving fingers writing on the universal page
And we are but the story that grows from age to age
For the WORD is ever growing as It moves eternal on
The next chapter in life’s story, will be the chapter.... of Man’s Son.
Does the story of man come to it's end
Where the story of our glorious child begins?...........Written by The Tongue.
The wonderful androgynous being who is God, created mankind in his image and likeness, male and female he created them and named them "ADAM."
The child that is born to the body of "The Most High" in the creation, (Mankind) who is Lord of creatures, is the wonderful Androgynous "SON OF GOD=Son of the MOST HIGH who sits in the throne of Godhead," who HIMSELF is "THE LIGHT OF MAN" (all the wisdom, knowledge and insight,) that was gathered from the body of mankind in the previous generation of the physical universe.
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Post #150
Equal Plan
For an equal plan we must understand
Justice is not just a right of man
It’s a contract of blood shared by all
Sentient creatures big and small
Different creatures with common sense
Beseech a God for recompense
To quell the sting and protect the meager
From feverish chills and egos eager
American Flag Floor Mat
My country is to me,
A Despotic misery
A class of life, a race of dead
A gluttonous glow from Gorgons head
A love affair a priest a prevaricator
A secret pact no foursquare adulterator
The righteous die and the wicked live on and on
To hide the key that sets us free from utter oblivion
That’s why I masturbate on the flag and use it for my mat
To tread and shred its sundry threads then give it to my cat
For an equal plan we must understand
Justice is not just a right of man
It’s a contract of blood shared by all
Sentient creatures big and small
Different creatures with common sense
Beseech a God for recompense
To quell the sting and protect the meager
From feverish chills and egos eager
American Flag Floor Mat
My country is to me,
A Despotic misery
A class of life, a race of dead
A gluttonous glow from Gorgons head
A love affair a priest a prevaricator
A secret pact no foursquare adulterator
The righteous die and the wicked live on and on
To hide the key that sets us free from utter oblivion
That’s why I masturbate on the flag and use it for my mat
To tread and shred its sundry threads then give it to my cat
