GOD hears prayers.

Slaves standing
sitting
picking things
gave praises to God
under the leash
of unbridle greed
they said they heard God
"Master oh master are you hearing what I am hearing
do you understand the words of our song"
swing low sweet chariot
for the sin on both sides
of the Mason Dixon line
For white and black
for the freedom lost by all
for a few sheckels more
to be human a little less,
slowly turning
a mill stone
grinding corn pon
our immortal soul made of GoLD
that we turn to lead,
I used to wonder how master?
How? How did you hear?
The call of GOD!!!
behind the sound of chains, pain, taers and shame
Of being human turned to property,
but still
with brother torn from mother
father from daughter,
no more family
just cattle for the mindless prattle
of puffed up pigeons
living in the rafters of the house of Usher.
but still they gave praise
and today a Negro President has been raised
showing the world!!!
that God hears our prayers.
So Give the Good GOD
his due,
and don't dance to the fiddle
of the devil
playing under the shade of death.
before the pit to hell.

Idol lye bye

I can't break
bread
at the table of the Lord,
thinking
and
hearing,
THE SACRIFICE
OF CHRIST
is the same
as the meandering
sayings of big belly buddha
more turns than snake river,
by his will alone will he transcend
avoiding the concept of the GOOD GOD!!!
The endless cycles of life and death
ring around the roses
pocket full of posies
I think
Your thought
going right round
round right
a complete circle
in the darkness from the Lord
do you hear the pleasant
call of God,
A single note of the golden horn,
cradled by Gabriel
guarded by Micheal
made by the lord of host
Listen can you hear?
the praises to God
the laughter of cherubs
the beat of your heart
that knows
In all the heaven and hell
only christ took a stand
to save humanity
not a get out of jail free card
but salvation
from the endless
carousel of nonsense
God is a bug
then from a bug
to a God
It is a pebble of sand that becomes a mountain
the mustard seed turning into a tree,
God"s love growing in me
God's love living in you
not the great escape from hell
but living the right way,
embracing the truth
the light of the world
hollow are the idols
of glit and glamour
tap dancing into our senses
I turn the T.V. off
and graven images linger on billboards
commies called it capiltalistic indulgences
I call it "In God we Trust"
is bankrupt

You and me loving and living for God.
Love is not a four letter
and
humor is a gift from God.
but the self
without God is a delusion.
The strength of God sustains me
His will
that moves the universe
turn lead into gold
moving human's hearts from evil to good.
from sad to glad,
the tears of the frail
wiped away
so we can continue on the trail
towards mount Zion
and live by Christ's
way, not doing away with the law
but living in harmony
like the moon skipping around the earth
to hide from the sun
just like God always telling us he loves us.

Peace of the Spirit

The exertion and frustration
caused by pushing the rock
uo the hill
then
back down the hill
it seems to never get old
upon the hill
there were three crossess
one for the lord
and two for crookss
one repents
just like me
today I feel the gentle breeze
of the peace of the spirit,
releasing me from the stress
of the burden of the world
the rock becomes light as afeather
twirling between my thumbs.

Natures migt hand

Cold winds blow
trouble form the sea
our family from the east
I think of as the west
Nature's mighty hand
has put to the test
The burning ring of fire
the pacific rrim
the top of Neptunes Crown
the king of the immortals
stands watching
the foul behavior of Japan
and their relationship with the sea
Is it a want or is it a need
the pillage of the the chicken of the Sea
the sacrifice of the fish that runs upstream
people have to eat on the tiny Island
we cry at the loss of life
the strive our family sufferes
at nature's mighty hand
No matter the faults or the Zen toward perfection
the loss of life is a tragedy
there is no remedy to quench the sorrow
of a lost frineds and family
a beautiful culture acrosss the sea.

Not any OLD GOD

Liberty a Myth
or
our reality,
TWO Choices:

Heaven
or
Hell

perhaps

Freedom
or
Slavery

possibly

Life
or
Death

maybe

Black
or
white

people want:
gray, zombification, job, purgatory.

I examine my will
I read the word
and know
without God
I was misreble
I am miserable
I will be miserable,
Not any old GOD
this one,
of the Muslims
that one,
for the Jews
those
for the Hindu
none
for the Buddhist
but a lot of idols
pick and choose,
Does this belt match my shoes?
Does this jacket match my pants?
Does this tie match my shirt?
I grab hold tightly to
The GOD of the gentiles
OUR GOD
From he who spread the good news
THE CHRIST
giving the gift of the spirit
THE HOLY SPIRIT
giving me strength, vitality, prosperity, purpose, a center.
Today,
no longer gentiles
but Christians
multitudes of sects
but
ALL following the Lord's Prayer
The law in our hearts,
thoughts of God on our mind,
A willing to make ourself more human
a greater capacity too Love
the vessels of God's sustaining grace
to light the way in the darkness
cast by evil: chaos, lies, confussion,
and
wanting everything but GOD
preventing our return to the way of God
the true way for humans to live on earth.
Harmony with the creator and creation.

tap tap tap

The well,
the cup barer,
and
the water of life.
One in three.
You need the cup!
REPENT!
I AM = wrong for I,
IN
my light.
my thought,
my action,
stumbling
over
cobble stones
DRUNK
on
the ways
of
the WORLD.
I see the darkness
in me,
when mine eyes,
have seen ,
the GLORY
of
HIS light!
please sir?
cup barer,
son of man,
son of GOD,
fetch me a drink
to sober
me up
to
drink
the water of life
held by the well
that only
you know
the way
to
that well
that
has always
been here,
holding the water
for the cup barer
to give a drink,
for
the cup barer
came
to show the way
to
take a sip
from the cup
holding
the WATER of LIFE.
NO:
statue building,
NO:
road building,
NO:
teaching
NO:
learning,
NO:
working,
Just asking.
knock:
tap tap tap
on the door
to
the KINGDOM of HEAVEN
the water
is
freely given
to be
sustaining
for
OUR SOULS
by
the GRACE
of
I AM
for
I AM
so
LOVES
the world
and
adores
humanity,
from
the pious:
living in praise and prayer
to
the sinner:
consummed by ignorance and vice
we all have
LIPS
to say:
I REPENT,
we are
the crown jewel
made
in
I AM
IMAGE
to live
in
PEACE, HARMONY, and TRANQULITY
within
the BOSSOM
of
I AM
GREAT CREATION,
the EARTH.

Behind the Digital Curtain

rises
the new
light
sun light
and
divine light
rolled into
numbers.
All
of
humanity
to be:
One family
by our
marvelous science,
endeavors
we are
very very cleaver
we have seen
the DOOM
of machines
breaking bones
sheading blood
but are
mind and soul
remained free,
Now our thoughts
are danger
from
the bright lights
on our
flickering
screens
so fast that
that it is not seen,
electrical speed of light
from here
I go
there
but
the window
is in New Mexico
the Hub of data
falling into a databank
MASS POLITICS
manipulating
our minds
group think
To say:
this is good
this is bad
maybe,
but not
I don't know,
the tool
too answer
the eternal search
"What is the Meaning of Life?"
God did it!
is not good enough
never really was,
Why would a being of divinity,
create us in a world of misery,
avoiding the concept
we have free will,
my will,
your will
his will,
her will
When we die we should have a will,
our attempt
too shape
the world
after
we are dead
and gone.
Perhaps?
it is reincarnation
that makes people
do those things.
I might be back
again
again
again
and again,
lets make
it easy
for the next visit.
our life
as dead people
living in coffins
spoon fed
our ideas from
a desk top
lap top
a screen,
mass education
of the masses
an attempt to control
the Coliseum crowds
of ancient Rome.
Hope is not LOST,
At least,
the curtain has not dropped,
we have the means
to bring freedom
and avoid the need
to be controlled,
I like watching the surf
you like the snow fall
we agree about the beauty of Nature,
we see the coldness in men and women hearts,
but also
the warmth of human smiles.
Like a gun,
the Internet
can blow a hole in our heads
but
like a pen the exchange
of information can set us free,
I enjoy those that love GOD
I love good people just the same,
I love bad and evil people
one day we will come to the conclusion
in ourself,
that love is the way.