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Parallel Ways [ps1]

                       This way grows fruits for life.
                             Honour our Holy King
                        Have no dealings with dEvil.          
                 The way of the Lord brings life's fruit
                   That nourishes you day and night,
                Which strengthens you in all directions
                   Your daily actions reflect tHis way
                        Your faith is strengthened.
                The other way grows vanity for death.
                     Fleetingly you honour all things
                           And hold onto the self,
              Not able to take directions from the Lord.
              Our Holy King acknowledges the holy way
                 And rejects the way that spirals down.

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Keeper Of The Universe [ps. 23]

                                    The Lord is the keeper of the universe.
                                                All good things are ours,
                                My thoughts are soothed by water streams
                                       As His strength streams into me,
                                        His name guides my knowledge.

                                       Shadows of darkness cling to me,
                           No fear covers me for His Word is my knowledge,
                                      My prayers find favour in Your sight
                                  And Your blessings are with me in this life.
                              Surely the Lord will welcome me into His house.

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'Life' The Fruit Is Available Again

This subject about 'good' and 'bad',
We know it inside out.
We asked for it,
Wanted to become like Him
'Wise' to the extreme
To 'Beautiful' to behold.

O, this delicious fruit
That gives us sweet success
May it be 'good' or 'bad',
Never the less, success,
This fruit has ruined billions of lives
Wrecked them like a crash.

Now the subject 'life',
This fruit has become a mystery,
Dashed many a dream into smithereens
Tossed them into streams,
Laid us bare
For self-flageration.

Still this fruit 'life' is elusive
It changes into atheism to
Capitalism, to communism, to tribalism,
To conservatism and to democratization.
Still 'life' is not found,
Death is the ultimate end.

Yet there came a man and said,
“'Life' does not come to an end'.
That he has been sent to say,
'That God has opened the gate once again
To claim His servants
Who love their neighbours to the end.'”

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Prisoners?

Take note there is a war outside our head
The weapons are 'flattery' and 'get',
These magic words influence Presidents and Kings
From Singapore to Phnom Penh.

Adverts are splurged onto the small screen
Bombing our thoughts
Attacking them with 'get'
Outsizing them with 'flattery'.

No one is immune
To this orchestrated war around our heads,
Snipers take aim,
Thoughts are twisted, lying to the protected.

'Made for your winning spirit'
'You deserve it'
These adverts claim
The Enemy has no shame.

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God's Servant

                                   Our heart is aching
                                  We  feel it throbbing
                  We see Your creation oblivious to Your law,
                                 Blind to what is good
                                 Deaf to what is dEvil.

                                   A dim light shines
                               At the bottom of Africa,
                        Extolling good wishes and deeds,
                                Exhorting confidence
                                 And exhuming dEvil.

                       This light has been extinguished.
                                  His legacy lives on
                                        In the few
                         Who took his message to heart,
                                  This will be reborn
           Into the one that takes up our Creators challenge
                                And lives by His Law.

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The Window

There is a window in our head
That can be opened and closed
Like a shed.

There…., thoughts can be stored,
Although they are flawed,
Are restored.

This window came into our head
Unforeseen, not planned
But by default.

These thoughts can be seen
Through a pane
They can also be named.

This window is the basis
Of all our thought,
Love and hate.

These thoughts can be let out at will,
Burst forth in mindlessness
Or in mindfulness.

As a whole these thoughts are powerful
Can smash this window in our head
And leave a broken down shed.

Love or hate can become our bait
We will run around and do their will
Never to look back.

Not understanding this is not us.
We are looking through our window
Where man has cultivated his thoughts.

Confusing reality with worldly thoughts
That play outside our head,
Forgetting our real thoughts inside our head.

The thoughts that God instilled
Those thoughts that have been lost
Forgotten to our past.

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A quote from Mother Teresa

'No one thinks of the pen while reading the letter.
     They only want to know the mind of the
  person writing: That is exactly what I am
           in God's hands – a little pencil.'

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Life

The ebb of life
The course of life
Has been set in our hearts
From generation to generation.

We live from day to day not knowing our end
Knowing that we shall die
Not understanding our death,
The beginning of life.

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Hi t8

Something to think about.

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Touching Celestial Thought

I feel like a stranger in my thoughts
A vast desert with endless thoughts to think.
I keep on shouting
The echo ricochet's from mountain to mountain
And is buried into the sand dunes
Of the desert of thoughts.

I must not lose my buried thoughts!
So I dig into the desert of thoughts;
Sieve for that unheard thought
That echoed from the mountain,
For I know it must be heard.
Silently my Lord gives me hope.

I felt I belonged to this celestial thought,
For I could think of it for ever,
And make sense of it and not feel like stranger.
This thought disinter crates into sand,
This thought becomes to much for my brain
That I lose in the desert.

This celestial thought that is freedom
This celestial thought that I must strive for
That I must capture in my mind
That I must capture in my soul
That I must capture in my brain
That I must capture in my spirit.

This thought is for us.

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Racist

                  Muslim?
                Buddhism?
                Tribalism?

        Am I your untouchable
          Will you sit with me
          And my pinkish skin

                 Presidents?
              Prime Ministers?
            Kings and Queens?

          What desires do you have
 Did your mother influence your desires
 Are we fodder or pawns of your desire

                      Gandhi?
                  Martin Luther?
                 Nelson Mandela?

         You had to fight this desire
         Replace it with humbleness
    And retreat into your glass towers

                       Thandeka?
                        Thomas?
                          Tahir?

  You are still in the streets and alleys
            Fighting for this desire
      And coping with understanding

                  Jehovah Witness?
                        Catholic?
                        Judaism?

  Have you been painted with that brush
       Does it show in your tolerance
Have you made peace with that secret desire

                        Seekers?
                    Free Thinkers?
                     Wise FeMale?

   All nations are racists every one of us
          We have to fight this desire
             To become fair minded

             Who can point a finger
               And say sHe is pure
             No racism in the heart
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Yearning

          My heart is yearning for You
               Your words of freedom
       Roam the inner corridors of my head
                    With flooding light
         You unfold my thoughts of jealousy
 That cling  deeply onto the roots of indifference,
Arrogance will become dust and not be understood.
                 I yearn for Your people,
             The understanding of Your law.
          I yearn for Your kingdom to come,
            For a life of peace in Your sight.

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Three four He will come through your Door.:D

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Sweeping the Mind
 
I walk the majestic forgotten hallways of my mind
My kingly rob sweeps the floor,
Dust swirls and curls and settles once again.
I look in awe at the grotesque statues lining the walls,  
Diamond encrusted stone statues of porn,
Precious gems of agates and rubies
Sparkling on the two headed dragon of jealousy in hate,
Polished sparkling stone of quarts and opal
On the blood stained statue of war.
The corner of my eye catches the sparkle of topaz
Adorning the third eye of mystics.
These forgotten hallways of mine are dimly lit
Chained for ever more.
 
I toss the key of the chain into the raging fire
That swells up in my mind; I see it melt into shapelessness
And I am born into the hallways of light
That graces my body of thought,
The wind of change gently blows my thoughts
Through the corridors, my thoughts lighten up
Shining brightly into the shadows of jealousy in hate.
My robes are kingly my Lord awaits
His grace is the lamp of my thoughts,
The light that no one can extinguish,
The Light that will conquer the night.
My hallways are flooded with light
No dust swirls and curls and settles on my golden floor.

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A Secret Truth

Our human wisdom cannot proclaim God's wisdom
It is hidden from us
We can hear but not understand
We can see but not make sense of the words.

Where is our Lord's Truth?
Who can proclaim it?
Who has seen the beginning?
And understands the end?

You who have humbled the self
Asked for forgiveness of sin
And the grace of God has been bestowed upon you
And His righteousness freely given.

This is the birth of the Spirit
Which is like a mustered seed
That needs water and fertile ground
And then you can proclaim God's wisdom.

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True Secrets

Secrets of the kingdom of God explained.
      You look but cannot see
     You listen but cannot hear
            Nor understand

  Your eyes have been covered
  Your ears have been plugged
You have been overwhelmed by the world
  Your life is resting in the dust

Your ears have become stubborn
Your eyes have become haughty
  Your needs are overwhelming
Your humbleness is frightened into sleep

Receiving His spirit is the first secret
Becoming a child again is the second secret
Growing in the spirit is the third secret
Accepting God's grace is the fourth secret

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Waiting
Here I am waiting
Sunshine streaming from above.
The blue cloudless sky
Needless to say, has no secret,
The Lords writing has drifted away.

I am drowse I drift away
The sunshine has made me fall asleep
Heaped up Cumulo-nimbus clouds come marching on
I am dreaming now of the rainbow in the clouds
The promise to us and all living animals.

The columns of massive cloud
Shift and change, lightning and thunder is heard
And I see another promise in the cloud,
Abram lay down his head and looked at the stars
'Count your offspring if you can.'

My sleep is deep
Those fluffy feather bed clouds drift away
And high, high above the cirrus clouds are formed
I see writing,,' Jesus promises he will come back
Coming from the east, on clouds he will be'

I feel my back burning
I sit up, am I in heaven or in hell?,
I realize the sun has torched my back
And a gentle breeze is fanning the heat.
I am still dreaming.

My wife gently wakes me up with a kiss
And says 'our Lord is awaiting.'
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Quote (Lightenup @ Aug. 23 2013,04:28)

Hi Lineon, It is nice to see your poems again! I hope you are doing well.

Thanks Lightenup. I have not distanced myself from heaven net, I come visiting every now and then. I like your 'comic + jokes topic, especially that singer at the gas station.

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Our Blueprint

Your way of life
Is the blueprint
To your kingdom in your head
Your grace is your gate,
Your measure of humbleness
Is the key to lighten your load.
 
The gate is wide
The way is clear
And leads into the horizon
To the city of our Lord.
Your Glory is all around
No lights are needed.

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Reaching Out

My thoughts are in my head
My thoughts are out my head
Yet my thoughts cannot bump into you my Lord.

Only my words are concrete
They form and shape our Lord
You are here on my page and in my head.

My thoughts are high
My thoughts are mighty
I can move this earth and think I am the all mighty.

My words I think about,
I touch love without hate
And see my soul in God’s light.

Thoughts can be endless
I can fly like superman
Or stand on planet Mars.

Our words should speak the truth
Should not be frivolous
And have the mark of light on them.

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