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Bob Gotti, 14 december 2013

All Things

It’s another one of those things, as concern within my heart rings,
Concern about just what lies ahead, as my mind entertains dread,
Again I am facing more uncertainty, fixating on what I cannot see,
But all things work out for good, again Truth must be understood.

Today I need to fix my mind again, on the One Who rules all men,
God has the heart of every king, in His hand regarding everything,
Things must not cloud my faith, as God supplies abundant Grace,
His Grace for all that shall come, regardless of where they’re from.

All things come from God above, regardless what I’m thinking of,
As my mind can be swayed by fear, even though my Lord is near,
The One, Who will help me through, even if those fears come true,
For the Lord’s will I cannot resist, and my present life is but a mist.

The things this life avails to me, are allowed by the God of eternity,
Allowed for His purpose in my life, even in times of pain and strife,
Purposes one seldom understands, but, I know I’m in God’s hands,
Resting in God’s Everlasting Arms; protected from all undue harms.

My friend, it’s understood by us, those who belong to Christ Jesus,
All called for the purpose of God, while we’re upon this earthly sod,
Are today being led by Jesus Christ, for the plan of God in this life,
Regardless of big or small, when God says all things, He means all.

(Copyright ©12/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 14 december 2013

At Our Funeral

Have you been to a funeral yet, after The Lord you have met?
A special funeral for all of us, who have come to Christ Jesus,
A funeral of your independence, as your heart, to God relents,
When indeed, you die to self, now alive in The Savior’s wealth.

Even though we died, we live, so now our life to God we give,
Earthly desires are all we lose, in accepting God’s good news,
Thus being saved by Jesus Christ, we give Him our earthly life,
Since He died for us at Calvary, to let our captive heart go free.

So believers are now free to die, for Jesus who reigns on high,
Yes free to die to our old ways, as we live out our earthly days,
Living without what we don’t need, as God’s Word we do heed,
While living for a future friend, which when it comes has no end.

The life with God, we now begin, guides us away from dark sin,
We die to sin so we can start, a brand new life with a new heart,
A new heart which now is purified, by the One, Who for us died,
Christ died to cleanse you and me, all with His blood at Calvary.

At this funeral that you attend, it’s just a beginning, not the end,
As you begin life brand new, with The Lord, to see you through,
With The Savior by your side, for He now lives, though He died,
With death swallowed up in victory, believers shall live Eternally.

(Copyright ©12/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 14 december 2013

A Day To Remember

A day to remember a special event, when by God, The Savior was sent,
To a wayward peoples below, of whom, The Lord, they would not know,
The Savior was sent for every Jew, a peoples whom The Lord foreknew,
Yet, the people would receive Him not, giving that nation a spiritual blot.

Yet, Christ was indeed Israel’s Savior, the One and Only Eternal Creator,
Sent as God’s Peace and Salvation, unto Messiah’s only chosen nation,
Messiah was sent down for His elect, yet, their Savior, men would reject,
By God’s very own, Christ was denied; and later by them to be crucified.

The rejection by Israel of Christ Jesus, would soon after benefit all of us,
As Messiah would turn to every nation, in doing so, fulfill His Revelation,
Just as the angels did herald, Good News and great joy, to all the world,
God’s Light was sent into every nation, as Christ is the world’s Salvation.

Today friend, does the world remember, Christ, during all of December?
Do people celebrate God’s Gift to all, or is Christ just something small?
Do we today have New Holiday cause, replacing God with Santa Claus?
Replacing the manger with a tree, with no thought at all towards Calvary!

Haven’t we learned from Israel’s mistake, or will many today still forsake,
A Savior, Who came in a humble way, to bring all Salvation, even today,
In spite of men’s failures in the past, Messiah offers all, salvation to last,
So today, accept God’s Gift of Christ, and you shall receive Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

Majnoon's lips

My best pretext for seeing you , was the new life which amorous swallows gave me. Now the enamored plants present you their loving voice with affected eyes since be enamored of your lips. When , in the moonlit night you captivated my heart with your love ,I didn't say any thing and kept quite because I didn't want to say any words about my sorrowness. But now , it's the time to know that there is a new road for me to take . The way which closed lips will open in her honor.
The views of the cloud are still like those days and words left as a memorial like the stories and the old temple of love becomes a part of my life .what can I do? This is enough for me to know that the life is a beginning of loves which are full of heartiness, sincerity and affections.
Therefore , moonlit nights are the beginning of new life for me.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The cloud of feeling

A kind of tumult raises in to my heart . I can't believe that my heart illusions came true. A familiar feeling calls me and says: you can touch the stars . you should just decide definitely. Now with this desire , I am traveling to the frost city to climb the mountain of love and reach it.
I will take you with myself in this journey since I know that you are a strange traveler who are all of my heart and soul and I am yours too.
Now open your amorous eyes and believe in me. And present the sea poem to the sea of the pride and say with me I love you with all of my heart and soul.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The expectation pearl

Our sincere naperies are still waiting for you to sit on the grass and accept our sincere grant along with acacia scent . The expectation of your waiters will come to the end and the closed doors will be opened one by one . and the sea sorrow , will changes to happiness .
Yes , your expectation made waiters to wait for you and sacrifices for you the sorrow pearl every Friday.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The eye to see

The sky of our city becomes more dark every day and our eyes blurred too. All of us are stay silent against any cruelty and don't say any word. My eyes like to see you and my heart is groaning . the tulips burnt and the flower hovered and our eyes became tearful with a sincere heart.
Now , I am praying for you to get ride of night darkness . Then my eyes see the light again.
So , describe for me the words and make my forehead to touch the ground , Then I can wear a dress which is made of flowers and can stay with you fore ever.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The sun city

Our city is waiting.
Our city is the one which its passion of lyrics expresses the sea poem and its roads are chocked with tears.
The chocks with sorrow as large as the dark night a which familiar feeling made it larger.
Yes, sun city is the city of lovers . The lovers who passed the sky of night and find a new way.
The lovers who all of the clean and sincere hearts need them. And the heart which can smooth the way. Depend upon the wind and think to the journey.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Anthony DiMichele, 13 december 2013

the box

unappointed
seditious
scurrilous
I hate to fall outside
the box
you make
in your unmindful minds
but in the beginning
was the myth
of reference
there really are many ways
to barbeque a baby
on the white house lawn
it's not the case in this case
fallibility can betray our last resort
mechanism that states nullification
is over 90 percent guaranteed
I am no slouch
I worked out all my contradictions in
kindergarten scripts
I was an enlightened gorilla
in a playground totality of plastic
I was an anarchist by five
I knew what I wasn't and it was everywhere
it made me sly with cunning
prefering the ways of twists and turns
to the logical line's ontology
I met every beautiful monster inside me
outside
and the life inside that showed me dreaming
was flying responsibly
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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The love desert

If you like the sea soil , you should wear a dress of mud and pray for raining.
Doubtlessly the clouds agree with you and pour their tears. And this is the same time when your night dreams become consonant with flying of the sound and whisper the pictured words on horizon line for you.
And there is the last time when the scent of your melody presents its complain of you to the messenger of the sound and the dawn , will touch the strange friend and will shoot the love bullet to the desert . The bullet may hit you since loves you.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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