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From The Get

Started by Spydaman13 Apr 25, 2013. 0 Replies

From The GetApril 25, 2013back in mommies womb already groomedlike a thorn rights ripped torntwinkle in daddys a stain on the sheetthought form wavelength frequency in factyoure infinite all that…Continue

Perpetual State Of Awake (original poem/lyrics)

Started by Tara May 25, 2012. 0 Replies

Perpetual State Of Awake Blue pill, melancholy, slumberingred pill, fired up, awakeninghigh wire, low wire, puzzlingwant to be a live wire, electricity Down trodden, up trodden, stumblingawaking,…Continue

Tags: relativity, perpetual, electricity, NWO, matrix

A Band of Gypsies Wander

Started by TommyD. Last reply by vernon dodge Feb 4, 2012. 2 Replies

The following is  a poem I began writing in high school(circa 1983) and finished in 2000.A Band of Gypsies WanderA bone chilling wind blows from the north. There is mystic magic in the air, somewhere…Continue

Burning the Tree

Started by Nynke Etk Fokma. Last reply by O.R.M.E. Oct 23, 2011. 5 Replies

January 27th, 2005Awaken ancestral wisdom, and find your investment…Continue

Tags: inductance, capacity, burning the tree

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Comment by Beth S Smart on March 18, 2011 at 8:58am
A Message From God

God sent me back on this earth for you
To bring His message clear and true,
He took my life,and cleaned my soul
He gave me graces,with blessings untold.

He sent me back out on this earth to find
The lost and the lonely, and the ones who are blind,
He gave me some chances as I mended my ways
As I promised Dear Jesus, on His side I will stay.

I don't fear tomorrow, what is yet to come,
For I know where I am going when my work is done,
Give God a chance and to see His Grace
You will never be sorry with Gods embrace.

The voice He gives is of Himself through me
So listen up closely and you will really see,
God doesn't play whose on top of it all
For those are the ones,who will take a big fall.

The day will come when God will arrive
and wake people up with a big surprise,
God doesnt give ratings on who first or the best
He care about souls this is His main request.

The material appears, when we start to want
and the strings which attached,start to taunt,
The wicked will seep very slowly inside,
making wants become ones personal pride.

Give God your spirit,your soul,your heart
Allow Him hold it and comfort every part,.
Let Him hear your voice come from within,
Let Him know you are ready to walk with Him.

God sent me on earth to bring his truth
And to bring His Love from me to you,
He will wash away satans evil pain
And your soul will be full of Gods Graces gain

The voice He gives is of Himself through me
So listen up closely and you will really see,
God isn't playing these 'whose first" games
He has an agenda, And one major aim.

When you can stand and be true to yourself
You will see where it comes from, it's God wealth,
I might as well stop, if you dont want to hear
God's sending a message and it's perfectly clear

For God takes His gifts which He gives to our heart
If we so abuse them, He will take and depart,
He doesn't play where the wicked remains
For Jesus is our saviour with souls to gain

So make sure you take the hands which we give
To help pull you up, so you can begin to live
God Loves us all, and He shows He cares
By allowing His angels to give His Love to share.

God Loves us very much, and only wants the good things for us all. He is truely a wonderful Father. He does not give us the fish to last for a day, But He teaches us to fish, and this lesson, lasts a lifetime...
BethAnne
Comment by Beth S Smart on March 15, 2011 at 7:16pm

GOD WANTS YOU!
3/15/11
by Beth


As I walk down my path, on this journeys road
The fruits of my labour, will finally unfold,
God gives me strength, to carry my fate
For all good things, I will have to wait.
He told me to share, and the time will come
He'll send for me, when my work is done.
Until the time,I will spend on this earth
And send Gods message, to accept ones rebirth.

I have climbed the mountain, and fell in the trench,
Grasping for help, with the pain which I winched,
Support came though, with Gods loving hand
Pulling me up, to make my grand stand.
I'll never forget, my love for you all
For every single person who took a big fall.
So reach out to God,and take His hand                                                    He'll lead you straight to, His promised land.

God loves everyone of us, and truely gives us the opportunity to come forwards to seek His Graces.  He wants us to lighten our load, and move forwards with Him. God is very good! And Jesus is the best friend one will ever have ! He never lies, cheats,steals,or breaks ones heart...

Comment by Beth S Smart on March 13, 2011 at 4:44pm
GOD GAVE US A HEART.
By Beth
12/6/10

Our heart is like the sinking sun
It reflects over waters much alive,
It beats within it's heated core
Taking on life, until the dive.

When the day is done, it takes a rest
Renewing the chances withstood,
Not knowing what's next,and what will be
But wondering the chances that could.

God gave us a heart, to read the signs
The ultimate to guide our way,
To bring us closer to our heart
To see what He has to say.

In this day and age we use our minds
Which has been tampered and decayed,
But our hearts will always be very pure
it's our light to show the way.

It is not up to question why
God gave ua a heart to drink,
But do know this organ never lies
like a brain, controlled to think.

The heart only knows the rights of life
Keeping safe the knowledge within,
It protects our soul from dangers occured
Walking us through, journeys lifes end.

So when we see the sun sink low
Just feel the beat from the start,
And know your alive to think again
Thank God He gave us a heart.

In life as time goes on our brains ware down. and this orgain dies.. our life comes within our heart, and God gave us the power to use this organ to make decisions. Our brains are wired to badness. Our hearts are contained by goodness..spiritually. the brain is not spiritual. it just is a input data center which crashes. I have noticed that many people do not use their hearts to guide them. This is God's area in us. God gave me the insight 3 times from showing me death, to experience the other side of ones life in their heart. it lives on. Our heart (emotions) is our brain in the next life. People should exercise this power of intuition, it will never steer a person wrong. When we see from our heart, we will always be happy. Our heart will tell us "yes" or 'no" it speaks clearly each time to direct us.. The conflicts come when we begin throwing the brain power into the mix.
God knows what He is doing when he gave us a heart link to our emotions. Our soul is ones spirit. Because everything else fades away on this earth, but the spirit and emotions lives onwards forever.
God is forever, and He made us in his image.

I was urged this morning to write this poem and deliver this message to you.. God does speak to me in His own way..and I have learned it is through my poems, writings and my heart. No I am not under schizophrinic ruling, But I am only sending out Gods message and Love to everyone. He wants us saved and safe. There is a reason why we are all on this earth. and why He pulls people together in life to interact, why He groups us all up in life. Why He does the things He does.. It is up to us as humans, to find out..
Have a Blessed Blessed Blessed Day!
Beth
Comment by Beth S Smart on March 11, 2011 at 7:17pm

A FRIENDSHIP BOND
by Beth 4/10/07

GOD'S FRIENDSHIP BOND
IS MADE OF TRUST,
OF SPIRIT AND SOUL
AND A HEART,A MUST.

ENRICHED WITH TIME
IT GROWS WITH CARE
AS IT TOUCHES ANOTHER
BRINGING KINDNESS TO SHARE.

GOD GIVES HIS GRACE
TO ALL WHO CARES
FOR GOD DOES EXIST
TO ALL EVERYWHERE.

HE IS MY BUDDY
CLINGS CLOSE TO ME,
HOLDING MY HAND
TOWARDS ETENITY.

THIS BOND STANDS STRONG
SENDING STRENGTH THATS TRUE,
FROM MY SPIRIT I GIVE
THIS GIFT TO YOU!
AMEN LORD

 

I had written this one in the evening during a painful moment , as I was talking with Jesus Christ..  But I am giving thanks to the Lord.. He has given me much direction . I am thankful for his patience and persistence in me, His beliefs in me, enough to share one of His angels to help me in my life in todays world. Because I believe in God and Jesus Christ our saviour and I stand by His words! He had made miracles in my life beyond what I ever thought I deserved!   The Lord is so good to us

Comment by Beth S Smart on March 10, 2011 at 8:10pm

MY BIKE, MY RIDE, MY GOD, MY SELF
by, Beth
Rotating wheels, with each forceful stroke
Moving swiftly, I go upward bound,
As I reach the final destiny's run
To achieve a peaceful inner ground.

Pedaling for solace from a mountaintop
Finally reaching solitude from my ride,
Sitting, I reflect, in my archives of events
Searching desperately to get back in stride.

Diminished needs, from the past events
Rejects willpower, to endure the race,
Lack of support to maintain life's vision
Makes it hard to keep with the pace.

As I sit, an view across the span
My dreams restored in my mind,
My cycle brings God to my spirit and soul
Parallel conjoined, that trust has bind.

God's cycle calls loudly to my internal voice
Awakening senses, to my paralyzed pain,
Arousing breath, kindling my vital force
Realizing goals I have attained.

Sleek and agile, built like a rock
Sealed by a heart of desire,
Giving all of its self, it's spirit, it's soul
Burning all of it's passion of fire.

Spinning my cycle, momentum regained
Renewed courage, instilled in my heart
Confirmed self confidence,and empowered control,
Encouraged feelings, revives life's new start.

With each forceful stroke, I forwardly move
Pushing closer, to the life's finish line,
Accomplishing needs, I begin to meet
To God's "happy place" which is mine.

This piece I had written June 4,2007.  My inner strength was becoming stronger, I became closer to God.

Comment by Beth S Smart on March 10, 2011 at 5:24pm

I DON'T SUCK
BY Beth

written April 27,2007


I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I'M GOOD,
I DO THE THINGS
I KNOW I SHOULD.

I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I GIVE,
MY INNER FAITH
FLOWS WHERE I LIVE.

I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I CARE,
HELPING ALL THE LIVES
WITH THOUGHTS I SHARE.

I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I'M FUN,
I GIVE MY CHEERS
TO EVERYONE.

I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I'M KIND,
HOLDING OUT MY HAND
TO ALL WHO ARE BLIND.


I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I'M WARM,
IN HEART AND BODY
I WILL NEVER HARM.

I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I'M TRUE,
DESERVING HAPPINESS
IS WHAT I'LL DO.

I DO NOT SUCK
BECAUSE I'M ME,
IT'S THE BEST PLACE
I'LL EVER WANT TO BE !

Comment by Beth S Smart on March 10, 2011 at 8:14am

  MY ANGEL SAVED ME, by Beth

 

Once upon a time their was death in my soul

The impact was severe, it took such a toll,

I was taken away from the Lords glorys side

I blamed Him for my hell, with every stride.

 

To why did I curse him and deny His name?

My mind it was death, my soul was to blame,

I walked in anger, abundant fear over ran

To a being who is alpha,omega, and grand.

 

I died on that table one dreary cold night

I saw the caring this satan made me fight,

He gave me the challenge to make it a-new

He woke me up gently, in someones else veiw

 

Jesus came and saved me, my eyes closed

He knew my travels were not ended on the road,

He lifted my soul and wiped it clean

By sharing anothers, to show His Gleam

 

God gave me a friend that night of death

Who stood by my side, and gave me breath,

The angel who touched my soul once weak

Brought me back to life, and the strength to speak.

 

I'm no longer the woman in darkness you see

Jesus made someone else from above into me

He changed my soul into gifts of love

I am thankful forever, for God from above.

 

I now know my angel,she sits by my side

Directing my footsteps, with each baby stride,

We laugh and we cry,from the challenges we face

But I know I will make it with my  God's Holy Grace..

 

Thank you angel, for giving me the gift of life, and always being there for me ..

Comment by Beth S Smart on March 9, 2011 at 8:04pm

There is a special scent, which comes with a friend

The aroma is delicious, touches every senses end,

The distinction is apparent, it conveys a sense of one

The air is freshened lightly with the brillence of the sun.

There is a special scent ,which comes from a friend

It opens all the senses, like a soft autumn wind ,

The beauty which it lives, grows like a scented rose

From Care,Love and Trust, It will always touch our nose.

There is a special scent, which comes from a friend

So cherish,nurish enjoy this,right to the very end,

Give it much encouagement from God up above

The gift of this scent will linger with etenal love.

I call this piece, "A FRIENDS SCENT"   as in any relationship, it needs much care and attention for it to grow. It needs the right touch to permeate each inner sense, as well as outer factors. Trust is grown, which takes time as we feed it the right nutrients. It is glued by good communication. I concider this the first level in a relationship .

We can also apply this with our relationship to Jesus Christ! #1 uno fella in my world!!

 

 

 

 

Comment by Beth S Smart on March 9, 2011 at 6:21pm
I wandered this earth, from far and near
in search of my quest, as I walked in fear,
leaving me blank, dizzy, and frail
couldnt go farther,on this darkened trail

Each tear I had shed, from every sharp stride
Each mountain I climbed, was a hard bumpy ride
I loved for the wrong, it gave me no base
I lived for the now, in such a big haste

Fleeing from my heart, as it cried every night
From the pain and my hurt, blaming "me" for the fight
My worth was so torn, it was split in two
Everytime he would tell me,I Love you

Love shouldn't hurt with fear and with pain
Just to come around and do it again.
I pleaded and cried, please stop , No more
As my bleeding broke body, laid on the cold floor

He laughed and he said "I'm doing this for you
To give you a lesson, so you will always be true,
You deserve what you get, as you lay on that floor
For speaking your mind I will show you some more".

The cuts and the bruises are nothing compared By the torn up emotions,I will alway bare, It will take an eternity, to heal all the scars
When someone who loves you, takes it to far
So always remember, you are all you posess
To give to yourself, is not a selfish request,
We deserve to be loved, in all the kind ways Real Love means respect,tenderness each day.


I call my piece Love's Quest  Love should never put a negative mark on the one you love. A negative mark should never be imprinted on any soul. Love is such a beautiful positive action and feeling..Impacting ones life in every good way, providing the emotional and physical gift.. Using it in negative ways, darkens the spirit. A person will know real love, when they are open in heart. Positive brings in trust, respect,goodness,smiles,laughter, happiness, and a fulfilled feeling, lonliness flys out the door.
Beth
Comment by Thomas Gambill on March 4, 2011 at 3:22pm

This is also one of the twelve poems I wrote while in the Congo about five years ago; I'll share. 

 

My Grandpa’s Hands

 

He sat on the bench, now aged with hair of gray;

Ninety years of wisdom and with much to say.

Always full of vigor, and with the children quick to play;

This day sitting quietly, and in a trance he stayed. 

 

I sat close, but my presence was as a ghost;

He was staring, his hands up raised;

The longer I sat, I wondered; Is he OK?

How are you doing, to grandpa I say.

 

With eyes of wisdom and a wonder to see;

He raised his head, and to me he did say;

“Have you looked at your hands, and read the lines”.

Your servants they are, and your best friends they stay.

 

I was amazed at his insight, but my wonder did play.

What did he mean, as this was just another day?

But Grandpa said; Think for the moment,

How your hands have served you well;

The wrinkles you have, show the wisdom they held.

 

Grandpa did say, “My hands are wrinkled, shriveled and weak,

They have been the tools I’ve needed”; it has made me think.

As my best friends from baby to man;

They reached out from the beginning of life, until I’m an old man.

 

As a toddler I fell, my hands caught me with care;

The crash on the floor, I did not fear;

My hands were taught to fold in prayer.

They put food in my mouth, and cloths on my back;

They tied my shoes, and pulled my boots with manly flare.

They held my rifle and dried my tears,

When war was close; and so was my fear.

 

They have been dirty, scraped, swollen and bent;

Yet they were there as the time was well spent.

My hand wore a band, to show my love;

As my wife was my life; a gift from above.

Someone special, with hands of her own;

That touched my heart, and for me, no longer alone.

 

 

 

 

Holding a newborn son, my hands were shaky;

His hands were so small and no wrinkles you see;

As my sons hands were just waiting for me;

It’s his hands that will gain wisdom; in due time it shall be.

 

My hands wrote letters, trembled and shook;

As I buried my parents, and in time; my wife, by the brook.

They walked my daughter down the aisle;

As in her hands; another man she took.

 

My hands were strong, sure and never weak;

When my best buddy; buried in the foxhole, right up to his neck.

They lifted the plow from my best friends’ foot;

In times of trouble, my hands never failed;

They too served their time, while on Earth, in the same hell.

 

They have held children, touched neighbors in sorrow;

Raised in anger to those who were unclear;

Ready to fight, if the time was near;

My hands have been my best friends; to this day it is clear.

 

Even to this day, they work when all else fails;

As my hands are stories of where I’ve been;

The rugged life spent again and again;

They hold me up, lay me down, and once again, fold in prayer.

 

The most important use is yet to be;

When Almighty God, takes these hands, then heaven I’ll see.

He will lift me to his side, in Heaven we’ll stroll;

To see the face of Christ, my hands will once again fold.

 

This lesson I learned as my Grandpa has told;

The lesson I learned, that day came clear;

My hands are my friends, as my story will unfold.

The next day God reached out, Grandpa’s hands, he did hold.

As it rested in my heart; his words, I will always hold dear.

 

When my hands are hurt, sore or old;

I’ll stroke the face of my children, and my wife I will hold.

I’ll think of Grandpa, the lesson he passed on;

My hands, you see; now have a life all their own.

 

I know he’s been stroked, caressed and loved;

When God took him home on the wings of a dove.

As I too, want to hold hands with God;

And in my last days, my children will learn;

The hands are our friends, the strength of wisdom, we Earn.

 

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