Najnowsze prace:

Poezja

	Stephen J. Vattimo
	PROFIL O autorze Poezja (16) Proza (5) Fotografia (1) Grafika (21)

najnowsze najwyżej punktowane najczęściej komentowane

Stephen J. Vattimo, 28 maja 2014

Mother Nature's Redeemer

What was the crown of thorns fore ?

Why was it hammered to Jesus' brow ?
Like forcing a nail through a piece of wood.

Was it a badge of mockery toward the Jewish leaders?
Fore pressing Pilate to crucify a man he proclaimed to fine no fault there in.

What was the crown of thorns fore ?

Was the crown of thorns Mother Nature's representative ?
For she needed to be redeemed from the cruse of sin.
Redeemed from suffering under the Agents of Darkness ,Devour,Destruction,Decay.

Just as the first man Adam through the act of disobedience ,sold Mother Nature into slavery.
To The ownership of The Archangel of deception,insurrection, and Devourer of Souls.

Mother Nature Was purchased out of slavery by God,and she will be set free from the presence and power of the Prince Of The Power Of The Air.

Fore the purchase price to set Mother nature free ,
was for the sinless Son Of Man,The Son Of God,to wear the Crown of thorn on His brow.
while out of perfect obedience to the Father ,
He was offering his life on the cross as a ransom to purchase sinful man back to God.

This is why Jesus wore The crown of thorns .
.

Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Sept 30 2012

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 3 | szczegóły

Stephen J. Vattimo, 23 maja 2014

Can You Come Out And Play?

Knock...Knock..Knock,

Can you come out and Play?

Steal the key from the warden.
Unlock the shackle that keep you trapped inside.

It's a beautiful day
Come out and play?

Don't hanging silently on the wall with the other wall flowers.
It's time to break free and express your self.

Don't be afraid to sing a different tune.
We are not all created to be the same at this elevation.

So you don't have to play it safe .
You can buck against the hypnotic beat that is echoing through the radio and the television stations .

Can you come out and play?

Don't be afraid to go against the flow of yesterday.
To day is a gift from God to make a new vibration.
It's time to go out and play.

Life is like playing a musical instrument in a hall.
The walls are people.
the hall is time.

Be wise in the song you play,
For your words and actions will echoing off the people and be carried down through the halls of time.

Knock...Knock..Knock,
Can you come out and Play?

Will you make A difference today?

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Feb 18 2013

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0 | szczegóły

Stephen J. Vattimo, 23 maja 2014

Freed Soul

Tortured soul
Struggling to survive another day of wearing the chains of voluntary slavery,to earn my keep.

Struggling to labor with my fellow slaves,
some try to cut me like glass,
while other try to break my bone like rocks.

Tortured soul
Long to break free from these chains that hold me to the ground.
Longing to spread wrings of creativity,to earn my keep.
Souring on the winds of Art,poetry,comedy.

Rising from the dust of a tortured soul to the rebirth of a fulfilled soul.
Using the God given gifts of creativity to bring color into A gloomy world.

That fellow slave to sin,may open their hearts of glass or stone to God,that through His Holy spirit their hearts will become like clay.
So God can mold them into the beautiful image of his Son.

Written by Stephen J .Vattimo
Sept 19 2013

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 1 | szczegóły

Stephen J. Vattimo, 14 maja 2014

Hoodwinked By The Destroyer Of Nations

Modern Philosophy
Pet Psychiatry
High Technology

These entities become the demigod
We have place our country under it's authority

Father
Son
Holy Spirit

The God our nation crawled after
For protection
For provision
For guidance

Our nation grew up
It was nurture
It was blessed
It progressed

Then at a Opportune time
The Destroyer Of Nations whispered deceitful words in our ears

That diluted our minds
with the thoughts that all our blessing were from the works of our own hands
That poisoned our heart against God
We became un thankful
We became disobedient
We filed away God with all the methodological deities

We erected new alters to worship our new demigod of
Modern philosophy
Pet Psychiatry
High Technology

The blessing of our demigod on our nation are
Destitution
Depravity
Regression
desperation

Salvation for our country is only one step back
Turn back to The God of This countries youth .

Written By Stephen J.Vattimo

October 26 2013

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0 | szczegóły

Stephen J. Vattimo, 11 maja 2014

Glass Prism

My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
My artistic talent are received from One source of pure light.
Passing through me like a glass prism, expressing them in diversity of colors in my life.

Christ is my muse,
But in this life I will reflect His image like a polished piece of metal.
Not perfectly clear like a glass mirror,
because their are shades of gray in my vinear.

My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.

One day I will step into the presence of the source of pure light.
His spectrum of glory will blot out the existence of black and white.
My impurity will be berried in my grave,
I will enter His glory resurrected in the perfect image of Christ.

In that day my spectrum of artistic talent will be perfected through One Source Of light.

I can't wait,
Because My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Nov 28,2013

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 1 | szczegóły

Stephen J. Vattimo, 3 maja 2014

Stand Strong

Stand strong
In the dark don't allow your knees to grow weak

Stand strong
Be fore your adversary your strength will peak
If you seek the Spirit of the Humble and the meek

People with cold stone heart seek to devour people
Using weapons they have fashioned from their mean streak
while they stumble around weak and lost in the dark

People with warm hearts of clay
will find there way through the dark following the light of faith
Using the shield of peace and the sword of Truth to ward of the attack of the adversary

Stand strong
Don't fret when some days you are met with the elements of weariness and dreariness
The Holy Spirit heals a weather beaten soul that is open to Him

Stand strong
Don't allow adversity to erode your God given hopes and dreams
Through faith in Christ all will overcome our adversary in this world

Stand strong
In the dark don't allow your knees to grow weak

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo

April 12, 2014

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 1 | szczegóły

10 - 30 - 100

Pozostałe wiersze: The Wild Mouse Ride, Windows of Heaven, In The Stands or Behind The Wheel, Two Spirits Watching The Ocean Of Turmoil, Sail By God's Compass And Map, The Glory Of A Tree Or A Branch Of A Vine, Invincible SuperHero, Wild Flowers, I'm Not Living In Stealth Mode, Black Sheep Washed Whiter Than Snow, Mother Nature's Redeemer, Can You Come Out And Play?, Freed Soul, Hoodwinked By The Destroyer Of Nations, Glass Prism, Stand Strong,

Najnowsze prace:

Poezja

Mother Nature's Redeemer

Can You Come Out And Play?

Freed Soul

Hoodwinked By The Destroyer Of Nations

Glass Prism

Stand Strong

Ostatnie komentarze:

kontakt z redakcją