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Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013

Relationships Ordained

Relationships are ordained by God, all around this world men trod,
A relationship between man and wife, ordained by God for this life,
Sex, was also ordained by The Lord, one fact that is often ignored,
Through the words that we receive, in the garden to Adam and Eve.

Sexuality, which God ordained, in that garden, today has remained,
As God’s standard for all the earth, to procreate through child birth,
This was God’s marriage declaration, to fill His ordered procreation,
For through marriage man fulfills, that need to multiply as God wills.

Sex reveals the heart of man, in light of our Creator’s ordained plan,
With sex involving a man’s thought, good or evil by man is wrought,
For inside of marriage it’s honorable, outside of it is against His will,
As this institute is understood, proclaimed by God to be very good.

God’s one purpose for relationship, is intimacy and companionship,
In that garden, filled with bliss, God acknowledged man’s loneliness,
It’s not good for man to be alone, so He created a mate for his own,
Man and woman, one flesh together, a relationship to remain forever.

Sex is problematic or purposeful, this inside or outside of God’s will,
As it’s loving, pleasurable and also pure, in marriages that do endure,
Or it can lead one to immorality, as one falls to fornication or adultery,
Choices to be made by every man, accepting or rejecting God’s Plan.

This day, in light of Adam’s fall, we must be under the Spirit’s control,
Following God’s Holy Word is a must, lest, our hearts fall prey to lust,
Whether married or single my friend, God’s Holiness must be our end,
In our relationships while in this life, as we seek to honor Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©06/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013

Rome Revisited

To God, all evil is an abomination, what does He think of our nation,
A country led by darkened men, whose ways The Lord will condemn,
Is this today for us a wake-up call, in a nation which is about to fall?
Under the Judgment of God’s Hand, in an ever increasing dark land.

Rome, remember had fallen from within, due to the wages of her sin,
Not only one city, but the empire, led away through darkened desire,
Amoral desire from the political top, once started they couldn’t stop,
Rome spiraling down to her end, to the point of judgment my friend.

Judgment could be at our door, as our darkness abounds, for sure,
Stirred by political leaders in place, taking for granted God’s Grace,
Many leading this nation far away, from The Lord’s Righteous ways,
As the amoral, liberal ways askew, the righteous ways that we knew.

Righteousness that was the foundation, of this God blessed nation,
While men shake their fists at God, only inviting His Righteous Rod,
A rod that will bring judgment to, that blessed nation we once knew,
As we move to an immoral abyss, dismissing God’s Righteousness.

All across this country we trod, leaders are turning against our God,
Denying God, who brought salvation, to this blessed gentile nation,
Turning our light to darkness friend, as we see the approaching end,
The same judgment that Rome saw, when they ignored God over all.

(Copyright ©06/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Satish Verma, 3 november 2013

LEAVES

Under lip's shadow
dislocated in faint moonlight
we discussed the maligned communications

between fuming monologues
of desiccsatd life. Sorcery was not able to
knife the secrets of the park, branches

and trees of memory. The game continues
in jungle of lies, blessed by lines of murder:
a divided loyality to have the last laugh.

The nose-dive for inheritance inside the flesh
lays the bones bleached white to dye
them again in pink morale:

I reach where I never intended to travel.
There is no death to mourn now. Each maggot
was ready to enter the spine of image.

Satish Verma

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oluwatosin olabode, 2 november 2013

I Love You

The feelings I have for you,
They are real
They are never made up
They're a part of who I am...

I love you
It's not just a line
I love your flaws;
They tell the story of your strength to come...

My feelings-
... They flow from my heart
In the stream of my emotions
Deep down in my soul
The truth; my love, my affection for you

I love you
Your internal being
Who you are
Who you are becoming
Who He made you be

The warmth of your embrace
The joy in your presence
The beauty of your company
The peace in our silence;
Are all symptoms irresistible...

I love you
I love the fear of God you've got
If you will, i'll like to grow with you,
Cuz the feelings I have-
They are real...

Dedicate to Twiny...

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Satish Verma, 2 november 2013

* BALD AND PAINFUL

in emptiness staying aloof
to set the wings free,
a shadow self without flesh and bones
to rip out the enormity of silence

of words, cold in the face of duality
metaphysical but of somber echo of tension
between reconciliation and deep anger
causing a long flight of fantasy

of grains sprouting after self-denial at
the turf of remembering deep, it would be
a comeback for the pelting rain on the swan -
song of a sizzling desert,

the omnivorus sanity of claws in the golden
fabric of blood caked body of a star

* On the death of Jade Goody

Satish Verma

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Anthony DiMichele, 1 november 2013

a cup of rain

there was a plum tree
whose rich violets on green velvet
were dreaming of white gold blossoming into a cup
of rain

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Gert Strydom, 1 november 2013

When the stormy wind jerked on the windows

When the stormy wind jerked on the windows
while the rain fell as if endless,
you pulled me nearer in moment upon moment
and I was caught in the heat of your arms,

could feel your breath against my cheek
while in madness the storm whipped up gigantic waves
as if these cloudy days would last forever
but to me you were a source of light

and nothing could conquer our joy
even when at times
somewhat shy we did look blushing at each other
and eternally your smile will stay with me.

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Gert Strydom, 1 november 2013

Today I want to pray

Today I want to pray
to love you much more,
that each new day
be much better than the one before

and are begging that God will be
constantly with you
that our love will last eternally
and that it always will be true

that I will love you as a man,
to the very best that I can

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Satish Verma, 1 november 2013

ROCKS AND SKULLS

It was like spidural
dry crumbs of silence descending,
a still born sun popped out
through a raw hoematoma:

mountain was guilty of something,
it changed its mood and started
talking to clouds until the sky
turned crimson. The fountains had

a question for the bald owls, who under
the lidless eyes, always carried a massage
of colossal waste after the unholy
dinner. I know your glory was beckoning

to unflesh the bones in mass grave
of winged seeds who died in unsewn
pods of violence. I have still not come to
terms with the neck high milkless gaze.

Satish Verma

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Brittany, 31 october 2013

The spirit of depression

The spirit of depression is a tenacious spirit It's has a tenacious grip on meNever leaving me aloneThis spirit of depression consumes my bodyWeaken my soul ,weaken the good in me. Leave me thou demon spirit of depressionHow it laughs in my faceIt's say look around, look in at you.I didn't just consume your body. I am you. You are me, you are the demon spirit of depression.You gave me the power to be you entirely.Unlike the tenacious demon spirit I am.You gave upNow I own you, you live in depression, you breathe depression.You breathe me inI have tenacious grip on youAnd I'm not letting you goI, the demon spirit of depression am a tenacious spiritI'll never leave you alone

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Relationships Ordained

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I Love You

* BALD AND PAINFUL

a cup of rain

When the stormy wind jerked on the windows

Today I want to pray

ROCKS AND SKULLS

The spirit of depression

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