Xanga quizes
Now I’m young and I’m single
But I hate quizzes that state
What I like to eat at night
And whether I stay up late
Some say I am smart
And many think me a cur
But I am a bachelor
And that is for sure
It’s nobodies’ business
Unless you’re my girl
But then I wouldn’t be single
That changes the world
So here’s to long quizzes
That I refuse to take
Yet I read this one
That might be a mistake
I saw gay marriage passed in New York which is only the third state to actually vote on it and not back door it through judicial activism. That is truly sad. As the Catholic Bishop of New York said the law alters radically and forever humanity's historic understanding of marriage.
Sen. Ruben Diaz, was given only a few minutes to state his case during the Senate debate. "God, not Albany, settled the issue of marriage a long time ago," said Diaz, a Bronx minister. "I'm sorry you are trying to take away my right to speak," he said. "Why are you ashamed of what I have to say?"
Demon god: Perception
Now you’ve heard of his brother coliseum
Nowhear of this imp sent to deceive em
He’sa gargoil, a dragon, a little pest,
Apainter of dreams, creature of the west
His realities are strokes of genius
Ondrugs of senses he feeds the dust
Falsehumility, and ardently passioned
Suckinglife out of those who attract him
Hisseat is high among the low
Heis worshiped by many below
Onthe outside Jewels displayed
Yethis first love he betrayed
Heentertains with music’s lyric
Butwhat he wants is eternal spirits
Withintellectual and vain deceit
Hebrings to power the awaited beast
Midnight tears
Isit in a chasm that is self made
Itis made by choices- my own mistakes
Nobodyto blame -No one to help
Thisis the state of one compelled
Saltfilled streaming rains
Tossing, turning- and lying awake
Theminutes like clouds undefined
Hourspushtroubles deep inside
Herein darkness demons rejoice
Stillthey can’t touch beyond the choice
Forthey are allowed only on chains
WhileI can move-I am not betrayed
There is still time
Out in thewind
The shriekof the cliff
The darkswirling waters
The skiesopen rift
She screams
There is still time
The waveslash out
The laughterit peaks
The watercalls up
Theunderworld speaks
But shescreams
There isstill time
There isstill time
There isstill hope
The watersmay rise
The vaporsmay choke
But in spiteof the pressure
There is onegift
There isstill time
Be a light
They're bitter, They're angry
But most of all lost
Pulling and clawing
You can see the cost
So mirror of light - not fake or afraid
This is the purpose
For which we were made
I see in his laughter
The pain in her eyes
I see in tattoos
Souls bitterly cry
I see in art, in music and word
That this generation
It is terribly hurt
They hate what they love
Prisoners of state
The darkness consumes
From nature innate
So look to the light- oh vessel of clay
Submit to the potter
And shatter their chains
This weekend
Work during the week often tires me out so I catch up on Rush Limbaugh at 24/7 on the weekend. Occasionally I will also watch some news or read article from AP online. This weekend the things I noticed the most were his usual but still true statements and facts such as
1. Consensus does not make science- In reference to global warming
2.The failure of the historical recovery due to aggressive progressive policies
3. The reference to two new books I need to read. One by Ann Coulter and one on the financial mess
Big black Bible
Got a message from the heartland
A gentle love tap-A groove of the right
This Bible belt rap
Old testament prophets
Called down holy fire
But we have a weapon
That truly awe inspires
Though Pharisees adore them
And televangelist -that doesn’t negate
The truth that is this
The message of the Savior
The only way to God
Eternity and peace
Fullfillment of the law
Big black Bible- calling out repent
To turn from your derision
The Word of life was sent
Keeping us in line
When our eyes stray
Seeing this companion
Temptation flees away
Broken wings
Little white sparrow
With one broken wing
Why do you fly from me-
In your suffering
Frightened by terrors
Don’t want to be touched
But the cat is outside-
Behind piles of brush
I stand on the porch
I leave you your choice
I cry for your pain
But restrain my voice
Oh broken heart
Innocent-unwinged
Let me bandage your hurt
And so set you free
An article in AP today about credit cards restricting what people can buy with them. Now while government isssues currency which should not be restricted or perphaps not even debit cards. The credit cards are private business and they should be able to not loan to people they don't want to. This often includes gambling, pornography and so on. The usual whiners are complaining about the imposition of moral values...
Darkness broken power
The eyes were red and sinister
The voice was deep and base
The power of the spectar
The enchantment of the place
The goddess of the inclement
The prince of the storrm
The principality of nations
The beasts silver horn
The castle of the count
Pale against the sky
The lightning inspiring awe
The black birds wheeling cry
But the power over thralls
Was broken by the storm
Power greater than death
Was born in the Son
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