Sat 01/22/11 02:52 PMThere are alot of times in life when we judge people without ever meeting them. When we walk by a homeless person, see a overweight man, see a woman with tatoos. But that is wrong. God tells us that we are not to judge people or we will be judged in the same manner that we judged them Mt 7:1 Judge not, that ye be not judged.

Joh 7:24 Stop judging by mere appearances, and make a right judgment
2Ch 19:6 He told them, "Consider carefully what you do, because you are not judging for man but for the LORD, who is with you whenever you give a verdict.

We are insted to love them as God loves us. Which is very difficult at time especially sinc human kind has been condidioned to be protective of ourselve, afraid to let anyone close so we wont get hurt.
1Jo 4:12 No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.

Rember that when we began to jump to judgement we have to rember that Christ love us despite how we look or live so we need to be Christ like and do the same

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:1. He called everyone brother
2. He liked Gospel 3. He didn't get a fair trial
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:1. He went into His Father's business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:1. He talked with His hands
2. He had wine with His meals 3. He used olive oil
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
1. He never cut His hair 2. He walked around barefoot all the time
3. He started a new religion
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature 2 . He ate a lot of fish
3. He talked about the Great Spirit
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories. 3. He loved green pastures.
But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do

After a while you learn the subtle diffrence between holding a hand and chaining a soul,and you learn that love dosen't mean leaning and company dosen't mean secrurity.

Then you begin to learn that kisses ar'nt contracts and presents arnt promises,and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.

Aftera wile you learn that even sunschine burns if you get to mush, and you learn to build your roads on today because tomarrow's ground is to uncertin for plans.

So you plant your own garden nad decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And learn that you can endure....that you really are strong, and you really do have worth

After a while you learn the subtle diffrence between holding a hand and chaining a soul,and you learn that love dosen't mean leaning and company dosen't mean secrurity.

Then you begin to learn that kisses ar'nt contracts and presents arnt promises,and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.

Aftera wile you learn that even sunschine burns if you get to mush, and you learn to build your roads on today because tomarrow's ground is to uncertin for plans.

So you plant your own garden nad decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And learn that you can endure....that you really are strong, and you really do have worth

Grace

Gods
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Expence

Holy

Heven
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Lies
Yander

Bible

Bacic
Instruction
Before Living Eternally

IS this world full of superfical people who only care about what the other person can do for the?
Are people in this world capable of thinking past the outer looks and seeing taht the beautiful arn't always that.
Cap people who have been scorn find love after being hurt so badley
IS this world full of people who have nothing better to do then ataganize the little thing about some one

Yeah ive benn hurt. But i write my poetry out of my heart and post it.

Shure look me up and well talk. I always have someting to say and always respond to messages

Lonleyness is the whole of me. The part of me i cant seem to fill with drugs food or any other worldley thing.
Lonleyness is like an object an ever circling ring.
Lonleyness is like amonster sleeping undermy bed. Waiting in the dark for me to take a peek.
Like an object at the tip of a mountian too steep.
Lonleyness is a part of me I wich i could lose. Like an alcholice trying to get rid of the booze.
It is so ingrained into my soul.
I fear I will never let it go.
But I try so hard not to loose hope.
But i steel feele like a target at the other end of a scope.

Thanks yall. I write off the top of my head. Id be glad to write you something just let me know.

Yah dude i would hav to agree with that

What is despair?
Is it this feeling of emptiness that resides in my heart?

Is it the very darkness that is weighing down my spirit.

They tell me, "Get your hopes and spirits up."
and yet,

it seems utterly impossible from the stillness

in my seemingly empty chest.

I ask a simple prayer: Please, remove these memories that cause me pain and and sorrow. . .

Prefection is an illousion. A way for other people to say they are better then you. A way for society to say you are diffrent and thereforwill be outcasted.

My lonleness is like a pail
wailting to be filled but can not be
waiting to be of use
but with out a use
with out the hand of another i am but an empty pail.

My lonleness is like a mirror
Showing only what it sees
no feeling or emotion
reflecting only what can be
and not what is

1.What belongs to you but other people use it more often?

2What joints two people but only touches one?

3. What walkes on four legs in the mornning, two legs in the afternoon, and threee legs in the evening?

4.How did the carpenter use only one brick to build a entire house?

5. What has four eyes one tail and two heads?



I have alot more. If you want the answere let me know

Thanks. I write all my stuff in the moment and off the top of my head

Book One

In the silence of Per-dawn when decent people still slept Ka’alid walked stealthy along the streets of Meharro, a town near the southern coast of halto-awar torn continent of Rivendale.
As he tightened his cloak around him, Ka’alid said, “Dam this horrid weather!” Not long ago Ka’alid had been part of the king’s elite infantry. Now he is just an angry 30-year-old man with no purpose. After 12 years of military structure, he still rises at dawn and straps on his twin scimitars, given to him by the king himself.
As he round the corner of the street, he hears a rasping pained caught, caught by surprise his had instinctually goes to his scimitar strapped to his left hip. “Who’s there speak now of hear my blade speak for me” Ka’alid says, with that said he draws his blade with surprisingly quickness it blade glimmering in the orange sunlight. There was no reply, however another cough arose form the dark damp ally.
Cautiously he approached the direction of the alarming sound in a defense stance. After about 30 steps, he looks upon a body half slumped against a cracked brick wall. For just a moment, everything went silent except the haggard breathing of the slumped figure.
Against his better judgment, Ka’alid reaches out his free hand towards the figures shoulder and says, “Excuse me, sir, or madam are you alright? I heard your labored breathing form the road and came to see if you needed assistance.” As he closed the distance to less than five feet, the figure begins to take shape. An old mal looking to be nearly 90 with peppered gray hair and a beard. The figure possesses a light blue cloak with some kind of writing on it. It is too filthy for Ka’alid to make out but he figures this man for a trade’s man of some sort.
“Dam it all, Dam this cold this day and my luck Dam it all!” Ka’alid says under his breath as he sheaths his sword and helps the old man stand up straight. He steps closer to get a better look at the old man and is astonished at what he sees. The man’s face is bruised and fresh hot blood ran form the man’s cheek.
“Gods be dammed what happened to you elder sir!?” Ka’alid says so loud it surprised the old man. The old man shifts his weight to lean on Ka’alid and says’ “Pilzar Ocwill is my name in case you are wondering I was wondering if anyone was going to come to my assistance. Thank you kind sir. Please help me to this bench over there and I will tell you my story.
After taking a breath on the bench the old man says” I was attacked, for my gold I think. I was pushed into this ally where I was robbed and beaten.” His labored breath was evident to Ka’alid.. After a few labored breaths the man continues.
“ I am a neutral mage from the guild called Broken Staffs and I am here to speak to the elders at the magi tower on the other side of town. I thought the robbers were going to take my money pouch but they did not. I am almo…..” he broke off in another fit of coughing that caused him to collapse off the bench. As he lay exhausted, he had to force himself back to the bench and continue. “I am almost dead now so it’s of no matter anyway.” When finished speaking he wiped blood off his mouth with the back of his hand.
In the awe of the man willpower Ka’alid says as he kneels in front of the old man, “Pilzar please tell me who did this to you?”
“Special guardsman, I think they wore the royal emblem.
I Don’t Know why the let me live. Perhaps they wished me to suffer to my death.”
Ka’alid noticed that the man’s eyes were beginning to glaze over his death will come soon he had to do something to help this man.
“ Can I help you? Should I get a doctor?” Ka’alid says as he puts his hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Calm down friend, I am dying no doctor in this land can help me now. “ Pilzar says as his breathing becomes increasingly difficult. He reached into his dismantled robe and withdraws a fist-sized pouch. And speaks aging “ Pleas take this….avenge me my friend. I leave my gold to you..(Cough).Just please find and kill the men who did this. You found me for a reason you now have a purpose do this plea…” blood filled tears ran down the old mans cheek as his life was slowly fading.
Not much longer Ka’alid thought to himself.
“I will not do this thigh in which you have asked me to do. Is there not something else I could do?” says Ka’alid.
“No nothing my son just do I have asked. They are five large men. There leader has dark hair and a cut on his face from my dagger.” The old man said. His hold on the pouch slipped dropping the pouch to the ground.
“Go in peace old man. I’ll not soon forget you” Ka’alid said as he closes the old mans eyes.

My fingers grip with fear,
What am I doing here,
I look,
To find its my soul they've took,
Emptyness fills me,
To the point of agony,
My death is creeping upon me,
so horrid I wish not to see,
I feel the heavy chains,
Causing so much pain,
The red blood flowing down my face,
going at a steady pace,
its getting so cold,
As all the lies unfold,
I see my death,
As I take my last breath.

FOr me it is very low on the list. Some studies show a person forms an option of someone within 10 seconds and it is ushall wrong. SOmeone whoo seems like a duch might be a big softie, while on the other sprectrum a person who seems nice could be a big dick. I personall for options only afrt talking with some one for awile.