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Posted: 8/20/2008 2:38:00 PM | the saviour is really our very own behavior
yeah...if we allow
discordanence (sp) will follow
and wreck corners in darkness & light
taking pieces of the heart
never replaced with time
souls taught who what when whys
unable to stand alone. again... | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 3:28:34 PM | Unable to stand alone again
And yet my soul rises
It pulls me far above my lowly self
To somewhere that my mind has never been
My arrogance is revealed to me
I see at last the I am not the answer
I am but a question
Whispered in the dark of an empty soul | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 3:39:33 PM | Whispered in the dark of an empty soul
you say you are the question
seeing your arrogance...could it be ignorance
aren't we the creators and also the creation...
you feel your soul is empty
but it sounds like you really care
could it be you wish to be free
hence you think you're not all there.... | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 3:58:14 PM | Hence you think you are not there
And yet who is
All is and was before I came
when gone it will be here still
God created us in his likeness
Since we have molded him to ours
I shout my question at the sky
An answer comes oh yes it comes | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 4:14:22 PM | An answer comes oh yes it comes
of this I also have no doubt
but please, and I do not mean to ask again,
but what exactly is your question?
Perhaps you're wondering what happened to you?
perhaps you're wondering what happened to all of us?
we are not so different from each other, you know.....
all our souls are crying out in sorrow | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 4:54:18 PM | Our souls are crying out in sorrow
A cry that echos from an ancient time
When angels fought in heaven
And satan fell to earth below
From whence will come my true salvation?
When will this come to pass?
Through tears and smoke I seek my maker
Deliver me, my lord from this cruel hell | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 6:56:03 PM | Deliver me. my Lord from this cruel hell
these very words I know so well
or if I'm so bad and they are right
then do away with this soul tonight
let it not take in one ounce of air
not another sin will I declare
you've stripped me bare
I have nothing to gain | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 12:22:31 AM | I have nothing to gain
'tis not true m'lady
the hell you speak of in which you dwell
is an illusion made from within yourself
so let the chains that bind you go
get the key to the lock
you're gonna need some heavy pliers
to break you out of your self imposed prison block | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 5:00:03 AM | to break you out of your self imposed prison block
i will cross your mote full of the black ooze of your soul
i will battle the dwelling serpents
created by your dark imagination
to break you out of your self imposed prison block
i will scale the windowless walls of your fortress
i will cut through the irons that chain you and lead you toward the threshold
i will beg you to cross with me, but the final step is yours alone | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 5:10:09 AM | i will beg you to cross with me, but the final step is yours alone
ahhh, my knight in shining armour
come to rescue me
and almost set me free
i think i'll step with thee
after all, you've come so far
and all you've done
would be a shame to get chained again | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 8:58:47 AM | "I will not tolerate or speak to such harsh behavior "
"what do you mean dude, you've spent your life doing just that"
"Ok, i speak to it, but i dont tolerate it"
"its cuz the scum floats to thet top"
For without challenge, there would be no rights
slavery would exist and only white men would vote
It takes but a few commited individuals to change the world
Indeed, nothing else ever has | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 9:24:12 AM | Indeed, nothing else ever has
but words can be a double edged sword
said in the right way they can inspire
said wrong and it just sounds alarms to the fire
There are always ways to do things more effectively
and quite often it seems best when done respectfully
For otherwise any good intentions are lost
along with any hope of real progress | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 9:35:15 AM | along with any hope of real progress
but wait...surely I degress
teach me the way of behavior modification
three days into school & he already needs a vacation
God give us strength as You always do
no more patience...pleaseee don't confuse the two
rise him above, give him ample ground to stand
show him where to reach, Lord, for an angel's helping hand | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 9:47:59 AM | show him where to reach, Lord, for an angel's helping hand
oh, sweet one, your guidance will not fail
and should he ever lose direction
he will have you and others too
first the people on this planet here
despite all the troubles really do care
and should our children lose their way
there are always angels there to find them | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 9:59:54 AM | there are always angels there to find them
amongst the trauma, war and chaos
scarred from the past, devoted to solutions
and to returning starfish to the sea
only those who loose thier direction
ever truly find themselves
broken wings teach us to fly
a truth shared by angels and humans | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 10:04:02 AM | There are always angels there to find them
and ones to guide you on your way
sweeter music playing than ever sung by me
As each dawn comes, it opens a new day
Grace was never mine to give
but it is there to receive
It won't take long, doesn't cost much
just the price of your belief
(oops)
A truth shared by angels and humans
we stumble for a while
even angels can fall prey and
doubtful thoughts beguile
once we can get over
the need to never be wrong
we can start believing
in heavens angelic song
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Posted: 8/21/2008 10:49:20 AM | ambivalence alone will rule the day
kindness, empathy and charitAY
as i sit on the dock in the bay
fish and hi to strangers
if all obeyed this rule, the world would be good
but way too many dont do as they should
so some have done that which we could
us secular humanist rangers
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Posted: 8/21/2008 10:56:08 AM | us secular humanist rangers
from here out called the SHR-
a knewly defined terrorist group created on a website called POF.
half speak of sex on forums in immoral ways
the other half are communists
it will be on fox by seven- This is Hannity reporting.
gotta crack myself a few times a day
elst i kill myself and not get to heaven
(sorry for the dbl post, but i started editorializing and it turned into 8 lines so i paste cut it into a post- may actually have to copy the last 2 and start a thread for heretics) | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 1:04:50 PM | elst i kill myself and not get into heaven
that's the heaven in my mind
or the heaven of his mind or your mind?
things change in a split second
the flower I held in my hand was a bee
no fear became the reality of a sting
allergic to stings as I am, you would think I'd be more careful
more watchful for the bite | |
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Posted: 8/21/2008 1:49:19 PM | more watchful for the bite
is the fear within my mind
i spent half my life roman catholic
and within the street
i never watched much for the bite
or the stinging of the knife
though i stood and witnessed both
at home, the streets, my life | |
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