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Someone new
You meet – exchange some words
There’s nothing wrong
No sense of danger

You talk without thinking
Conversation flows
Before long friendship lives
Deep inside, unseen, unnoticed, things are connecting

Soon you are comfortable
Still unaware
You are happy, or
Still tidy; you hair has been brushed

Now a new thought has spoken
Things are ok, aren’t they?
This friend is to taking you
To places you’re not sure you like

It starts moving faster
Or has it been gradual all along
You’re so angry
But you don’t seem to care

You were only doing what you wanted
Isn’t liberty a good thing
You know you have been deceived
Has your freedom killed itself

Tell me
How much sex do you need
Until you have enough
So you can hear its voice saying
I won’t fulfil your life

Tell me
How much pain do you need
Until you have enough
So you can hear its voice saying
Something is wrong here

Tell me
How much money do you need
Until you have enough
So you can hear its voice saying
I don’t love you

Tell me
How much proof do you need
Until you have enough
So you can hear its voice saying
There must be another Way

If you thought yesterday was bad
Let me tell you some more
Although if you told me to listen
I probably wouldn’t

You see:

If someone tells me
Something’s wrong
I say
Don’t be stupid

When they tell me
Everything’s alright
I find something
That isn’t

If they tell me
I can’t have something
I’ll probably take it
Or get my own

But if they say
I can have it or even – I need it
That’s the last thing
I’m going to get

I doubt the truth
But I believe lies

The more I want to stop doing certain things
The more I seem to crave them

I remember to forget
The things I don’t want to do
But I forget to remember
What got me into that situation in the first place
So I carry on

I have compassion for bad people
That I don’t know
But if…

When I was young and foolish
I thought I was so clever
Now I’m wiser
I think I’m stupid

Calm people make me angry
Tiredness keeps me awake
I’m blinded by the things I see
I tell lies to be true to myself

Hunger makes me lose my appetite
Money makes me poor
Strength makes me weak
Problems make me positive

When I didn’t know God
How I needed Him
Now he’s with me
We hardly speak

I see impending doom – but I’m optimistic

Someone once told me I was full of contradiction
They’re probably right

A woman’s figure is absolutely powerful. It has the ability to completely intoxicate a man. It is one of the most beautiful sights that has been beheld on the face of the earth. It is sacred, and therefore should be treated as such.

In this section of Crystalina Evert’s “Pure Womanhood,” the main topic is modesty. She describes how dressing inappropriately will attract men who are interested in only one thing.

Women have power. By the way we dress, by the way we dance, and by the way we carry ourselves, we can invite a man to be a gentleman or a beast. So if a girl wants a guy to appreciate her intelligence and personality, she’s probably better off not distracting him with her pierced belly-button (pg 4-5).

Crystalina then poses an intriguing question: “What do I really want? Is it more exciting to be loved by one man…

They call you quarantined
You were so passive
Building on unstable ground
There was no motive
To turn your life around
You were a native
Of this land; destruction-bound
Just another captive
Until you ran aground
Now you’re really thinking

They call you realigned
You needed to be found
What could make you active
Pull you from the background
Something had to give
You had to hear the sound
That brings you to the truth
That’s where freedom’s found
In the life that you can live
Now you’re really thinking

They call you one of us
You think you’ve been so dumb
But that’s the story of mankind
The place we all come from
Good has always been maligned
To evil we’ve succumbed
The road to danger seems so kind
A golden coloured slum
That’s why we fall behind
Now you’re thinking

They call you many things
Your strength was undermined
Through solid water you have swum
And you have been refined
You wanted strength; Now you’ve got some
It’s time to break the bind
There’s a new tune that your life can strum
I’m sure that you will find
This is just one track on your album
You’re ready for the climb
Now you’re thinking

They call you hollow man
A mist of lies
Descended on your world
You bought a magic trick
Slight of hand
You didn’t see; he touched your mind
Still you – but just an image now
A barren tree
So many branches – beautiful
But each one dead
That’s your life
You’re still broken

They call you wasted youth
Lost everything
To a conman
Dressed in pure white
He sold you clouds
But they’ve never rained
All they contain
Are whispered lies
That fall onto your life
And so you listen
That what happens in this fallen world
You’re still broken

They call you black and white
You fell from grace
Colour stolen from your face
A lifeless figure took your place
A map of what you used to be
And could have been
Is standing in your life
That’s the story of this messed up land
Poison draws you…

They call you smithereens
You tripped over a lie
That day you fell apart
Your head was held so high
You thought you were so smart
Reaching to the sky
That was your weakest part
That’s why you didn’t cry
When he crushed your heart
Now you’re broken

They call you perfect mess
Falling for the bad guy
Deception is his art
Truth is never his reply
Covers words with golden dirt
Intention is for you to buy
A one way ticket to depart
Forever waiting just to die
Fish that took the blackest fly
Now you’re broken

They call you chequered flag
They say the end has come
Distracted by your damaged mind
Your perception was so numb
Your love for him had made you blind
Now look what you’ve become
All your days have been defined
By the rhythm of his drum
Your life is so confined
Now…

If I hear one more person say, “I can’t help it; it’s just the way I was raised” my next post will be from the confines of my holding cell at the county courthouse seeking bail money for “involuntary face smacking”!

I am well aware that your up-bringin’ plays a major role in what kind of adult you will become.  At some point though you have to stop riding on the coattails of mom and dad and be responsible for your own behavior.

So Mom was an alcoholic and was never there for you because she was face down in the pillow 18 hours a day.  Are you going to dive head first in the nearest bottle and drown your sorrows, setting the same,  shining example in front of your kids or are you going to learn from her mistakes?

Dad was a violent man who beat anything and everything…

I don’t want to go on and on, like the gossip in hair salon
Just want to empty my heart of this God given burden
To try and explain with words the invisible world that is hurting us like Genghis Kahn
This is real life; so much rubbish has gone on, we have a duty to try and understand what’s going on

Like it or not, we’ve got to face the fact something really is wrong
Who could imagine the things that go on, everyday while we all look on
Helpless, cause our hands are tied by money; or, if not, tell me what has come upon
Us – to make us behave like Don Juan- these words are strong but it’s been far too long

So what is this invisible breeze that’s blustering and flustering
Our minds, so we are covering the world with such a mix of evil…

Tell me brethren, are you bothering to listen to this pondering
Money, if you were wandering, doesn’t exist aside from our accounting
A great system but effectively amounting to a tool we use for squandering
Our futures and laundering dirty wealth so the unjust can go on prospering

What I’m trying to say is this currency isn’t real, but somehow we use it to steal
The futures of so many people; wheel and deal real lives cause they sell themselves for a single meal
Tell me; why don’t we hold the same zeal to undo this raw-deal
As the feeling we conceal for stainless-steel exhausts, high-heeled shoes and alloy wheels

The world is full of numbers on computers and paper telling you who is greater
Not a reflection of true labour or a list of good behaviour
Just a dictator of who gets what; a blessing calculator
Not love your…

Help me understand – Does it exist, this paper promised land
Just because you can hold it in your hand; slips through like sand
Green and white rectangles; the numbers say ‘five hundred grand’
But when I got there, at the checkpoint as planned – it was empty, unmanned

Still, it’s loved by everyone – you and me – replaced trust long ago as human currency
Money brings life – freedom to move for those with fiscal fluency
You work, get paid; that’s great – but how did we build a system where prosperity
Is strictly a minority, half the world is starving in the shadow of our obesity – that is heresy

We scrap purity for piracy, mutter incoherently about our needs for security
All the time our dependency on getting what we want is growing – line our nest, forget the rest – No parody
My dog needs…

Countryside
Trees and fields
Rivers running into oceans
Nature working; a world that is alive
So much life

Humans
Changing what they want to
Landscaping truth to meet desires
For better – or for worse
Definitely changing

Spirit world
Purest life in Freedom’s hand
Perfect in simplicity and trust
Relationships; sharing love together
So much life

People
Changing things because they can
Re-routing streams of living water
Paving over morals – Concreting over life
Now it’s different

Future
Twisted world; damaged hearts and minds
Destruction taking over
Cause we chase it – like it’s a good thing
That’s not life

Jesus Christ
He is different; He’s not normal
You love Him or you hate Him
But He’s the One – He’s the answer; if you want it
Bringing Life

Tiredness has become my unwanted friend
My stay-awake soul mate
He dulls my days – bores me
And keeps me up at night
How can he do that
It doesn’t make sense but I’m too far gone to think
He moves my thoughts and ideas
And hides them, just out of range
He took my ability to remember quite how long he’s been here
It feels like ages but I don’t care
He stole that as well – my frustration and my patience
I used to have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other
Now I’m not sure – I can’t be bothered to look
I just want him gone
But I can’t seem to stop feeding him
Is this a vicious circle
Who would think that tiredness was so active
So voracious – unrelenting and in my face
On my face; written in darkened lines

After we have lived this life that we continually choose to make, in spite of so much good advice

After all those choices, given in love – have been snatched by broken hands and thrown in Wisdom’s face – and Wisdom, being what She Is, turned them around and used them for our good

After pride and envy and greed and every other destructive thing have finally shown themselves for what they really are

After the last hiding place of every evil motive has been revealed by the acts of all the players in this game of life and death

After lies told have travelled far enough to reach the place from where they first were born

After we have journeyed through arid deserts and scorched our feet on the smoking shards of every broken promise

After we have paid the price – the debts of those we never knew…

During darkness, there is light
During weakness, there is might

During suffering, there is peace
During anger, there is release

During worry, there is thought
During sorrow, change is wrought

During destruction, there is building
During breaking, there is moulding

During chaos, there is meaning
During tears, there is weaning

During despair, there is yearning
During error, there is learning

During poverty, there is wealth
During sickness, we find health

During disaster, there is always hope
During all things, with Him we will cope

During this world, He looks down from above
During all our mistakes, there is God and God is Love

An atheist was taking a walk through the woods, admiring all that naturalism and evolution had created. “What majestic trees! What powerful rivers! What beautiful animals!”, he said to himself. As he was walking alongside the river he heard a rustling in the bushes behind.

As he turned to look, he saw a 7-foot grizzly charge towards him. He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the bear was closing in on him. He tried to run even faster, so scared that tears were coming to his eyes. He looked over his shoulder again and the bear was even closer. His heart was pumping frantically as he tried to run even faster, but he tripped and fell on the ground.

He rolled over to pick himself up and saw the bear right on top of him raising his paw to…

Before the beginning, things had begun
Before there were hands, work was done

Before there was time, the clock was ticking
Before there were feet, He was there walking

Before there were mouths, words were spoken
Before there were rules, laws were broken

Before there was air, breath was exhaled
Before there was wood, hands had been nailed

Before there were faces, beauty was clean
Before there were eyes, things were seen

Before there was life, there was worth
Before conception, man was birthed

Before there was sleep, man was woken
Before there was movement, wheels were in motion

Before there were questions, the answers were known
Before there was light, brightness had shone

Before the end, the finish had come
Before the fight, the battle was won

Before man, was the son of man
Before everything, I AM

Truth is missing from your words
You argue about the future
And you are both wrong
You talk like he has life outside you, when it is both of you who are in control
But without me; that is why you stumble
You need to listen
The future has room for everyone but he must be instructed through me
You must listen; I will help you
I made you so that you could hear the future
Through my wisdom you can understand
But now you don’t listen
You can’t hear because your ears are full of money
And you can’t see because your foresight is blind
Blinded by the love of your own reflection
Listen to me
I am the Way; I am the shape of all good things
The future does what you say
And I will help you speak the language that brings Life
So walk with me…

I told you
The future doesn’t hate
The future loves, he has always loved me
He knows me, knows my heart
He knows my favourite song
Everyday he invents new ways to play it for me
He has always been my friend since before I can remember
Constantly he meets me, bringing new joy
When I wake, I see him again each day
Always smiling, always loving
I look at him with ease
I am full

Once the future had been my friend
He had promised me many things
But that changed long ago
Now he hates me
Day by day he eats my life and leaves me empty
I did nothing, it was he that moved
Moved from a friend to an enemy
An enemy bent on revenge
If only I knew what I had done
What I had done to make him hate me
Then I could apologise
I would make things new
We could be meeting again every day, with joy
Not like now
Now, I can’t look at him
My face is always to the floor
I am always looking down
I am empty

We live in a world of many options
We have minds full of thoughts and many different notions
Dreaming of future vocations, making relations
Living life to the max and retiring with a pension

But what does life consist of; what’s your true perception
How about a nice house and 2 or 3 vacations
Buy a car, play golf, work hard and earn some cash
That’s fine; but tell me, have you ever eaten someone’s trash

In this time, countless people live in degradation
No clothes, no shoes, no food, lacking life vital medication
Let alone a car or house or any education
And all the while the wealthy struck by self-fixation

It’s good to work hard and have some life
You can’t put that down, A man can have a wife
And a family and live, but evil in this world is rife
Just maybe, more of our hearts…

Can you explain pain
Physical and mental bane
Unwanted guest in man’s domain
Giving eye-strain to the humane and the inhumane

Why engrain us with this ball and chain
Hurt’s ad campaign, unfriendly heavy-weather vane
Is there a reason I walk with a cane
Or does the pain in my world fall in vain

What’s the game; restrain my reign
Retrain the human brain with acid rain
It’s driving me insane; top of the food chain
Yet pain has free-rein on my mental plane

I don’t aim to profane the things beyond my brain
Just want to feel sane; I’m a link in a chain
Where many have it sweet like sugar cane
And many others have to slash their feet on sharp terrain

Pain, is it needed to maintain life in the human-lane
Not an oil stain but a language that contains
Instructions to refrain from doing things that…

Greed, a false friend that lies at high speed
You concede, mount the steed
Then, the more you get, the more you need
What you have will never exceed the feeling, guaranteed

Once you proceed to cross-breed with that fallen seed
Wisdom’s gone, She’d spoken but you disagreed
You ran full speed, not paying heed
Watch the sweat bead as you smoke the devil’s weed

Greed, made to mislead our breed, impede life, no misread
Men force-feed geese while tiny babies die in need
Who agreed to spoon-feed lies while love recedes
We need to plead with God to be found and freed

We’d better reread the creed and stop this stampede
This greed is deadly, we’ve been played like piano keys
Teed up like Sam Snead, we spend trillions but can’t meet the basic need
Of billions of people, some succeed but many sift through bins to feed

He…

Self-Control; arch enemy of the modern soul
Nemesis of fun, cork in the blow-hole
Call of the loser, so we fit the mould
Set the world to cruise control and let the good times roll

Who slipped in; breached border control
Which fallen beings broke parole
Spiked the punchbowl and burned the sacred scroll
We bent to drink and got ambushed at the water-hole

Now, what’s the goal of your eternal soul
A future role or sticking your finger in the ozone-hole
Take control, there’s no entry to the book of life by deed-poll
Don’t trade the gift of life to dance around some totem pole

So what, you got rich, piled up stacks of gold
But your heart became a black-hole, like charcoal
Burnt to dust and sprinkled on the steps of shoel
Enrol? I wouldn’t touch it with a barge-pole

Self-control is king, the way to roll
Do…

Tell me, how can men made from dust be filled with lust
That worldly must: it can’t be hushed
That secret gust of wanton thrust
Presented as gold-dust but no more that rust

We have rushed to adjust to all this fuss
We have huffed and puffed
been bussed in to place of disgust
And now our hands are cuffed

Our souls have been stuffed,
We see stardust in the unjust
Our hearts are black as coal dust
Morals crushed, we’re ready to self combust

Where’s the change, evil must be flushed
When’s the drug-bust
Let’s move to Truth and trust
Before the last one bites the dust

I’m sick of mistrust and people being cussed,
It’s time to be fussed and lose distrust
There’s a rock who is robust
There’s only One Who’s just

Humility, a silent and unseen virility
Most valuable and rarest commodity
Not boastful or proud
Not carefully displaying ability

Where is it, this core spirituality
Can you trace the chain of causality
From it’s absence
To the fall of humanity

We have descended in our totality
To a place of deep insecurity
Not for lack of power
But lack of emotional quality

We have built a world of fragility
Missing a base of stability
We have built on sand
But rock brings rigidity

So, let’s take hold of invisibility
Develop the peaceful agility
Say we’ve been wrong
This is the work of humility

Pride, a deceiving ride,
Going to my friends, I lost my way,
But I couldn’t ask for directions,
So I roamed about all day.

When I finally arrived,
I was tired, I argued and shouted,
But I couldn’t say sorry,
I just stood there and pouted.

So then I went home,
I was well in the wrong,
But I didn’t admit it,
I just carried on.

Months went by,
I didn’t call my friend,
I was sad, but I thought of other things,
You can always pretend.

This happened to me a lot,
I didn’t know pride then,
But it knew me,
It became my only friend.

Now I see it, with my hindsight,
An invisible power,
It separated me from other people,
It turned me sour.

So, here’s my advice to you,
Unseen things can death bring,
They’re crouching at your door,
Don’t let them in.