Chapter 6... Other Hands, Be Not Misled
"Status quo ante"
Mirrors have existed throughout
all time...
and beyond the sinful efforts
men contain,
secrets manifest themselves
to the open
despite the best intentions
and retrain,
duplicity causes mimicry to
shield intent,
to mislead... a misgiving by
need to task,
however unscrupulous or
improper... uncertain,
form the masses the sure
show a vulgar mask,
ill-equipped as deceived and
unprepared
for the truth as known; which
is a turning point,
the fulcrum to upset designs,
echoing warning...
the antithesis of love...
vendetta- the reply out of joint.
"Justice for the meek"
Seek the justice of the meek,
who rightly know wrong form right...
good form bad, reasons for remorse
it guilt should bear its weight. Having
a spirit light enough to hold no dark
corners... cowering to no authority, as
there are no reasons for misgivings
or misdeeds to be shameful for...
fullness of a light soul is such bounty.
Innocence lost is enough to carry
shame form for a lifetime, the guilty
would know remorse so strongly as
to understand the consequences of
actions taken... the steps to which
justice walks must be equal to the
measures dispensed. Justice to be
seen by all as the ideal to respect
and revere. for those that have no
remorse for dark deeds achieved... the
darkest corners of the darkest dungeons
would be too good... and not harsh enough.
"In common with"
What is the one thing we should
have in common with saints?
We are to live like saints...
without tear,
it there has ever been any
lesson you have learned...
may it be this, earned and
understood quite clear,
how else can you affect change
or implement clear thought?
Learn form the people who have
entered heaven's gate,
don't be idle in your actions, brash
or arrogant at all...
it you are then eternal burning
will be your sad fate.
What is it the saints have done
to earn heaven's grace?
They have been true to the faith
of Jesus and His way...
be honest in your dealings, be true
to yourself and others,
and seek the truth in what you do
and what you say.
'Turn and face the truth'
Turn again that the glory of the
Lord would cause your face to shine,
turn again for the quickening to
truth, the well of your soul divine,
those that would turn you to face
darkness will forever feel its despair,
to know nothing of the warmth of
compassion... to know nothing of true care,
defend not the wicked hand or their
deeds for they are truly the unjust...
seek not to offend the poor, fatherless
or needy... true treasures will not rust,
know full well the ungodly strive for
all their treasures found to be seen,
the gifts of God are such... the things within
and shall not be found unsightly or obscene,
the weight of truth and its yoke
is the glory and measure we must bear,
for it is by this measure God counts His
own, the burden light... the gift to share.
"Rise above the evil within you"
You've never been so exposed as when
you have felt true cold opinion...
an opinion different form your own–
caring not for love or its yearning...
subjected to biased ridicule for the
sake of demeaning and nothing more,
when you understand its naked capacity
to hate is the moment you'd call learning,
the nature of its base desires can
be nothing more than be called evil,
and though some would have a scent of
It... they cannot actually know its course,
still, the ability to be used by it is
what lingers on in the souls of men,
and it makes the difference between men
of heart or those that steal without remorse,
so shall you desire to rise above the
ruinous destruction of flesh and spirit,
you will begin to soar above these base
desires which can build to rule your soul,
and though you may have your residual
moments that can and will impede you...
you must know it is God alone who can truly
fulfill you and you'll see heaven is your goal.
“To the failure of principle”
What purchase has the man with
nothing in his hand,
or to drool form want... receiving
not but a dream,
still finding freedom in the air, he
breathes without care,
to realize the truths he held
weren't as they'd seem,
living on credit was the trial
for lite's denial...
of being incapable to pay as
money comes in,
toward the old ways of this
came an accounting,
a judgement of it... the wages
of our sin.
"Pride is best found on our knees"
Can we live knowing it's only
on borrowed time,
stumbling at times as though
losing stride...
the pride to realize as our
own will tail,
trail as the shoreline subject
to ebb of tide,
what life brings us... deposited
at our feet
can often bring us down
upon our knees,
and no matter how strong
we think we are...
only God will hear our sorrow
and our pleas.
"for God's sake"
Forget not the ear of God...
He hears you as you sleep,
the voice of the soul as it
stirs... a respite of the deep,
but even better still to
find His ear as you're awake,
to let Him know the body sees
what is important for His sake.
“To hear the winds”
Scarred beyond recognition... the
burning man cannot be restored,
the mere thought of such a thing
even staggers ability... underscored,
once deformed, skin melted... frozen
in a time of scorn and pain of woe,
found in a pool of blood, flag was
shredded nearby... a loss to show,
but the burned man knows he is
not the same man you and I see,
what keeps him going is the wellspring
for life... the good in you and me...
it is this same desire, in every man,
which wishes good will for a son...
it is the spring in the step of a
child, autumn colors as summer's done,
hope shall never give up... no matter
the condition or season for a man...
it is by this resilience hope is fed,
whereby pain of birth to man God's plan...
some lessons come easy, to those of ear
to hear the winds of change lighten souls,
but you will have your spirit, none can
take it form... but God, when on your shoals.
"But for footprints on the sands of time"
Be we not great in being humble...
for we are not the highest of creation,
we've never been that lofty, except
in minds of their own machination,
so will you be of the humble kind
with calluses on both your knees...
will you strive toward great importance–
to end in failure... bailouts and pleas...
but deceive not yourself to think we,
as people, do not see your want of deceit,
can you not believe we would see
through the guile... guilt so damn replete.
( Inspired by a line of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's
poem "The Psalm of life.")
"The worst thing man did... "
The kindest and best thing God
gave us was choice... tree will,
the harshest and worst thing man
did was to stand against Him,
when man chose to go against God...
it was easy to then oppose man,
first... looked at as competition...
second, as interior... choice of whim,
the need to be the best by rival...
to reveal superiority as a truth,
God was already dealt with, defiantly...
that leaves nothing but the task,
the job of undoing what has been
done... to know how things work...
to know the mind of God work here
with a political smile... ungodly mask,
science to use as this tool to poke
and prod at the genetic mysteries...
the last vestiges of creation seen
through windows God locked... strong...
the plans to undo everything made,
created form love... undone by evil…
darkness form light... having waited so
many years, centuries past to long,
"The worst thing man did... " cont.
forced to be in the merciful sight
of God, watching and waiting... both,
for this very moment where man
was sure God wasn't looking any more,
to frolic with such evil intent and
desire... destroying what was made
by perfect hands, Creator of the
whole universe... time to now deplore.
"Gasps that realize"
from the sighs of dignity, should
integrity tail,
to the gasps that realize our
breath so well,
the lungs supporting our bodies,
desires behind them...
would life then expire... no one
to tell,
no one to tell on this side of
the veil that separates this
life form the next,
yes... there is life beyond this
one,
open up your Bible... and read
of the text.
"Chose to be away"
Can there be nothing worse than thinking
this world is the epitome of man's glory,
to then revel in its evil, as though reaching
for nothing but the darkness to this story...
where what is found is found to be nothing
but the glut of sensations and a drain,
as tortured souls sear and burn, to be
subject to this reality... nothing more than pain,
to look around and hear the screams of
destruction, the sounds don't stop or go away,
the echos simply mount back up... to rever–
berate within your being... day after day,
the wrongs of all man's existence to be
tilled, contained and throbbing as a source,
the smell of burning flesh will stay forever
with you... the scent so memorable, of course,
there will be nothing you can clean your
hands form as it's guilt that stains your hand,
since you gave yourself over to that feeling
you now are reeling... as though you can't understand,
but you thought you knew what you were
doing when you helped to kill and maim...
you were snookered to believe you were
doing the right thing, even bragged to claim
you were fighting terrorists... and yet it
was you who tortured and killed with glee,
so how is it that you became what you
said you were against... as you then killed me,
"Chose to be away" cont.
I was once like you... thinking I was right
to do as you have done, and asked forgiveness...
Jesus... God the Savior, He is the Forgiver
of sins, ask Him before time reaches fullness...
it is when time is full that finds man then
cast to hell to gnash his teeth and wonder...
wonder why he didn't repent of his sins-
why he chose to be away form God and splendor.
"Have no clue"
"Man up," I hear, on a daily basis...
"man up," people say... as it to impel,
to then run to ruin and disgrace...
not so likely then to repel,
to late to avert our direction...
committed by cost of lives and trust,
"man up," they said, on the road to
destruction... so we'll all go bust,
it that is what's meant by "man up,"
then they don't see it as I do...
it makes me wonder, form the blunder,
it they understand they have no clue.
"Ubiquity of judgement"
Another dawn comes... but unlike the
many before it form millennia past,
this one will be different than those
countless mornings, to set some aghast,
gone will be the day like any other day
we will have ever experienced before...
this day will bring to an end, a close, of
the heavens and the earth... some to deplore,
gone will be the separation of the two-
joining forevermore... God will walk the earth,
the days to end where vile men treat others
with harm and wrath as a source of mirth,
shall we not see or feel the presence of the
tour horsemen, sixteen hooves on air and ground,
there will be no escaping the intent of the
momentous occasion... spectators of the sound
and sights of God's wrath as He bathes this
world and purges man's evil heart... cast to ruin,
all mankind subject to God's existence at hand...
ubiquity of judgement for what man was doing.
"Question not the way or the truth"
The circle of life is agonic (1),
without the form of ambiguity...
no amaranth (2) ottered where
imaginary never fades...
life is not that way-
good and evil will continue
to struggle until one
holds complete control... man
or God, which do you believe
will be the ultimate victor?
(1)... without an angle (2)... poetic, an imaginary flower that never fades
"The chapel of calm"
I recommend:
crawling form the crystals,
running form the radio...
screaming form the sounds of
civilization... the things that
cause vibrations, emit low
level frequencies... penetrating
the soul, full of spiritual
inhibitors to dull the growth
of the eternal being we
can and should become...
get to nature... far form
what man has created to the
chapel of calm... the Gospel of
God... the creation itself...
nature in its au natural,
to clear up and build to
the stillness you need to
hear again the Master's voice.
"All to thee"
It is better to kiss the feet of "the Lord
of peace" than release your soul to the
god of hell,
one allows you to reach the heights of
your potential and the other thinks his
passions are so swell,
so base... animal instincts to: sleep, eat,
tight when in a corner or cower... and
screw anything of choice,
better still... to love the one you're with,
with mutual respect for your brother and
to God your voice,
give your heart to God, the God of peace,
on bended knee and pray for strength in
your time of need,
there is not a day you won't need Him,
and His seeds when planted and watered
grow indeed,
your actions for His love are the actions
beyond belief, to show you know Him...
alive is He,
He will make your life, not take it, as
you dedicate your all to Him... God gave
His all to thee.
"No reflection of love"
when the deceived have been betrayed...
freedom fed will then be used,
not to know the truth form a lie...
led by tear to see any man abused,
torture would be only a tool...
the tool will never see himself as
the next in line,
the banners and speech would comfort,
supporting the belief and actions taken,
love will then be impossible...
all mankind silent and complicit,
our bloody hands unwashed and marked.
"Conscriptus veritas... ne quidem"
(Latin for "Draftee of truth... not even")
All is kabbala, for all...
to all cabala... through all,
kabbala for all.
This mantra to living belief,
to cause relief of ideals by
deception for the sake of power...
gain form countries losses,
stolen form willingness to
secure hope ottered for one,
unselfishness is seized upon
and taken advantage of... to think
we are doing the right thing
is our collective weakness...
offering of our selves that
which would not be given to ideas
it the weakness was realized,
it is only form this tact, alone,
blinded to secrets untold...
would you leave your home unlocked
by request of a stranger...
stranger still to the idea of security
that we do such a thing...
blind faith is not without honor,
simply a condition we find
true of the vulnerable... the
Trojan horse of our beliefs
to prosperity, handing the keys
of our future off... assuming
we are in a race, baton handed
off to the next person in the
race... trusting the goal is the
same and shared by the team.
All is kabbala, for all...
to all cabala... through all,
kabbala for all.
To what end is this cabala... form
out of Rabbinical thoughts, an
esoteric interpretation of Hebrew
Scriptures, an occulted theosophy,
this confidential stereopticon of
belief, speculation of religion
dealing with the mystical apprehension
of God... having the qualities that
mystify, bewilder the common man,
unable to know the rites of initiates...
small group of believers to behold
secluded mysteries of dark secrets,
the enlightenment comes form
knowing that which has been
hidden form the multitudes...
transferred to those selected
as special and found worthy to
reveal these truths form secret...
to be known... so conspiratorial,
to think select and above all others.
All is kabbala, for all...
to all cabala... through all,
kabbala for all.
From out of seclusion... seen by
all as a source to be reckoned
with, the attributes of power,
thoughts to separatists and the
historical grand struggle of
vying for mysteries as fluid
as smoke, deciphering puzzles
to meaning... left ambiguous in
nature to con and confuse true
Intent, mirrors to truth... slipping
good with evil and meshing them
so as to make distinguishing one
form the other unattainable...
by design to propagate the
dark desires by those unknowing
in the folds of the tallith...
sure that noble is to the cause,
the case to be settled in time...
until time itself runs out... at end.
All is kabbala, for all...
to all cabala... through all,
kabbala for all.
To lay ones head on a prayer
carpet with a hand on a talisman,
to speak of the mysteries of
faith, the practice of hope and
remain blind to the occulted
images seen in the temple... a
ritualistic symbolism as ancient
as the deceit that caused man's
tall form grace... serpents on
spears, jewels to embroil desire
and envy, pentagrams used as a
design for purity and honorable
tasks to confuse the nature of
true intent... to make one
accustomed to seeing an image...
and thinking it harmless, benign,
as it floods our souls and permeates
us... and we not affected by
its dark presence, we think.
All is kabbala, for all...
to all cabala... through all,
kabbala for all.
To burn form the closeness in
proximity to evil... and not see
or realize the cursed intent
form an inner circle, the circle
within the circle of those that
guide with steady hand and offer
support... face value, to embed
the ideas represented to be
just... just ideas, and the ideas
can be tweaked to right or wrong,
however slightly... without thought
form the familiarity and comfort
brought... to think these symbols
are, even now, thought of as our
own... a part of who we are,
like our own hand and as in–
separable form our own being...
the lie ingrained to be true...
then, and only then, betrayal is
not looked for to be seen in
front of our eyes with a smile,
this unique occulted facade to
deaden our senses to the truth.
All is kabbala, for all...
to all cabala... through all,
kabbala for all.
The philosophy of demonstrative
rituals to represent supernatural
influences, secret... concealed by
its nature and hidden form view...
whereas God, Himseft, walked in the
open... performed acts in the open...
talked in the open and instructed
those that would follow His
examples... to do so in the open,
observed and seen by all with
no questions to allegiance or
shadow of doubt occulting the
efforts of true light, glory to
be given to God in the highest,
God the father and not god the
liar... the two as different as
night to day, both showing light,
enough to deceive anyone who
would think they know truth, and
not know to know truth, known
by truth as one of His own...
the fruit of one's speech and actions
being where to look and exercise
discernment... should you tall into
the arms of temptation, the arms
of philology... the hands that
offer you a secretive meaning
to the truth you know to be sound–
but: seductive is the voice, vanity
does it advance toward and appeal
to, to add in your specialness as
unique... sparing you form the
masses, a brotherhood to offer
and a hell of confusion... this
is cabala... man made, not of
the God of truth but form the
father of lies himself... form
another that knows the Talmud
backwards and forwards, to hang
on man's existence as his own...
to burn for an eternity form loss
and conspire against man's Creator.
Mirrors... the mirrors are everywhere.
"Einstein understood relativity"
It time is truly relative... to the energy
experienced and the motion we are
exposed to as it is experienced...
then the motion we individually feel
can be mutually felt only by another
that is in motion at the identical rate...
or the experience should be separate,
since a difference exists...
to our own experience, an
understanding which eclipses us in as
much as referencing the thoughts of
God and the meager tailings of man...
yet striving to control the understandings
we have of God, allowing man a control
he was never meant to have... relative to
the time God returns to regain that
which is rightfully His alone, the original
relativity between Creator and creation.
"Abandonment not love"
Love will never abandon it's
life, hope or dreams,
never would love even think of
doing any one of those things,
love, true love, knows no failure
to provide for whom it knows,
and always for the little ones-
on whose faces the effect shows,
love knows no evil deeds and
seeks to do no wrong,
love does not set up to abuse
and, by patience, lasts quite long,
love hopes to share its goodness
with all people within its grasp,
but love will never place on its
own, so chained, an end or a clasp,
which means... you can leave love
and by doing so run to hate,
should you ever do such a thing
then, in truth, you'll seal your fate.
( In the President's first Inaugural speech [George w. Bush] is this line,"... abandonment and abuse are not acts of God, they are failures of Love." I say, "abandonment and abuse are acts of men, having abandoned God, that know not love.")
1 Thess 5:21 Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.