The way to teach a child,Must be quite mild;To scald,Is quite cold,Not the way to mold.All we will do;Is make that child Untrue.Don't we remember when we were that old,Harsh words we could see right through;Even though the adults held them quite true.S...

All of these poems,Have been wrote on dope;As people call,Yet this is not a fall.The Bible speaks of this to preach;Anoint Aarons sons,That they might teach.The problem comes that we don't understand,The demand to keep it holy;If they make it illegal,H...

With many unhappy and depressed in a world they can't fix alone, they strive for a form of acceptance by being better then the rest; at least this is what we have been taught to do by Babylon.

A poem about our own character.

Modern Parables, where your body is the car, you are the driver.

Love and passion is our way;Here is a question,To help us see why we fray,From the way.We have a boat,Three years we sit,As a sheep,With out a peep.Oh so silent,Oh so still,Sitting there like a Buddha,On that hill.So we rock it,Just to see;If rocking t...

The laws of chance,Yet enhance;To show some light,To show some sight.So don't fight,From our plight;A caution said,For it's in our head,And until we read,We forget from where we came.When wasn't that by chance,It could be said;So take heed,Refrain from...

From a dictionary definition Christianity classifies as a cult, this stems from the Anti-Christ.

God makes everyone for a reason, not as Paul said and some are less then others.

People's pain, And people's shame;Some think it's all a game?Yet the game plays us;We only have free choice.Sound with our voice,Instead of keep inside;We should be building bridges,Not walls.Fear is the mind killer;Life is fun,To play in the sun.Not j...

Ego is something that we don't need,It causes such strife and trouble indeed.Ego is only a shell;Yet it can send us to hell;For spirit lives on,And spirit is one.Ego is from when we were hurt,Or when we try to flirt;It's not real,Can't we feel;Don't we...

A dream I had about Yeshua death, where I was witnessed his death with his eyes, it hurt more of my mothers feelings for her sons death; expressed as a poem.

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