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How Heavy is Your Pain Body Oprah Eckhart - Need help with it?

How heavy is your pain body? Shall I kindly help you carry it? Put my strong muscle under it? Bend over happily and take it? Peaceably coexist and dwell with it? Or arise and cast it out in Jesus Name? If it leaves and follows me to a restaurant I will boldly rebuke it again just the same No worries with the Holy Spirit living in me I can move powerfully with God's authority To set the bruised and captives fully free! Dwell content and be courageously fearless Yet some viewers may not want to hear this Nevertheless the truth sets prisoners free This is why I rejoice in Christ's divine liberty This glorious blessing is not just for you and me This great gift is entirely for absolutely everybody! Whosoever will hear and embrace the good news My experience traveling throughout the world tells me Very few reject this message and arrogantly refuse After all what does a suffering soul really have to lose? On the contrary Christ crucified the pain body for humanity You can release your baggage, lift up your eyes and see Christ with arms open wide on the cross for you and me What wouldn't a God of love do for a perishing humanity?

Two Poems - Man On Fire - If I Walked With You In The Garden

Man on Fire Red flames descend from the sky, Burning into the depths of his eyes, And crackle as they engulf his hair, In tongues of fire. The eyes, the eyes, stare out in Placid indifference, while all around Tongues of flame lick at the very air Combusting in the night. No stars here; no limned moon; No serene reflections on the fiery Pools below; only fire and burning, And passion sleeping in those lidded eyes. Saint or madman? Artist or lunatic? Does it matter to a man on fire? Can mere words express the desire That fanned the flames into a conflagration, And set the canvas alight? Oh, I long For a flame to consume my desire, To quench the thirst of my longing, To plunge headfirst into the flames That destroy all conscious thought, All empty lies, all words written on Cracked parchment. I long for the Purity of fire, the peace of flames. If I walked with you in the Garden If I walked with you in the garden, Like Adam or Ezekiel, or your friend Enoch, I would not ask you why.

I Want To Go

I want to go where the skies are always blue, except for the occasional rain to nourish the earth. I want to go where animals don't have to suffer, because someone just wants to be cruel, or make a coat from their fur. I want to go where children smile, play, have fun, and are full of laughter. Live without any fear that harm will befall them, live like nothing else matters. I want to go where people of all nations speak one language, the language of peace. Where there are no words in anger said, no talk of wars, where there is only harmony. I want to go where the air is fresh, clean, and doesn't hurt to breathe. Where instead of blacktop, concrete, and glass, there are mountains, and fields, a sea of never ending green. I want to go where everyone, no matter who or what they are, are treated the same as everyone else. No one has more than the other, no greed or want, where love is the only emotion that is felt. I want to go where people live forever, feel no pain, from injury or illness.

Do Not Enter - Danger Beyond this Point

Do not enter the sign said Boy, what a rebel you are! Got a taste for danger do you? Just can't restrain yourself Got to take a look through Peer beyond what they tell you Don't worry dear friend, me too! I am also a boundary breaker A free flying bird just like you! Nobody can tell me what to do Although some try, they forget why When I transcend their limitation Question their tedious motivation Provide unsolicited illumination Along with some divine revelation Bringing to the open minded Change and inner transformation But as for danger, why did you enter? Is there a deep, dark desire for Things beyond the closed door? Do you want what you cannot have? Pursue what you are forbidden to touch? Over indulge when you are told how much You may consume, intake, and ingest? Do you make yourself to be a nuisance? A questioning and persevering pest? Always inquiring, interrogating, evaluating? Salivating on little morsels of pure delight? Things beyond initial and obvious sight What is it about you that makes this right?

I Cried When I Got Married and Divorced

I cried when I got married I cried when I got divorced Everything there in between Was not easy breezy of course However somewhere along the way I found myself and learned to say It's all good no matter what happens Because down deep inside I know me The man, who I be, not merely what I do I'm not speaking perfectly grammatically However the be is beyond the doing The being within is far more fulfilling Knowing fully therefore who I am No woman could ever diminish this man Not by what she says, doesn't say, or does I wholeheartedly say all of that because No longer do I need to merely hastily react When something catches me off guard Regardless if it is valid and a matter of fact Despite whether it momentarily carries consequence For even that is merely seemingly not entirely Not entirely true, situations can't tell me what to do I've learned to arise and come up a bit higher Catch myself within before I emotionally tire Before I burn myself out from within by thought Incessant thought that seeks to erode and rot My inner sanctum, precious personhood, and resolve Unkind words and deeds meant to make me crawl By a healthy emotional detachment I need not fall When the manipulation and intimidation effects us all I need not react or refrain from fully being me No matter what I feel, think, or see in front of me That which I hear need not have a bearing over me Because words from without need not penetrate me Nor lodge their arrows deep within me, to sway me On the contrary within I shall take peace and rest Remembering being in a wonderful divine relationship With my loving Creator, even when I'm alone I'm blessed.

Please Choose a Category - Conformity or Identity?

Please choose a category So I can define you narrowly Understand you more easily Address you with a tendency Size you up based on a specificity Presume an ongoing peculiarity Forget the need for authenticity Disregard any desire for variety Contain you with foul conformity And alleviate your unique identity. Just fulfill my need to critique thee To cleverly and quickly categorize Never mind the minute level of despise The miniscule mentality we put on thee It's all good for the sake of expediency You know American corporate efficiency When you walk through the door of our entity You must forsake and lose your own identity Be it in church or working for your company The dreadful experience is quite a drudgery When you do enlist, prepare for conformity When you denominationally join and affiliate Brace yourself, fearfully expect, and anticipate The all abrasive hand of control to surface To remove your soul, smile, and discourse As you are organizationally brainwashed To talk the talk and walk the conformist's walk Mesmerized to memorize and recite verbatim Whatever you are told, not time to rebel or be bold Stay within your category Fred, color within the lines Now Mary please quiet your voice now is not the time Contain and restrict the youngsters in their prime Lest they get a breath of fresh air and break away If they taste freedom they might leave us happily Therefore we must spew fear and terror diligently Always warning them continuously of their need for we We poor, miserable souls, wretched corporate slaves Who for dollars have sold ourselves, talents, and trade No time to speak up and entreat CEOs with a tirade We must bow, bring home the bacon, and drink Cool-aid Keep a low profile lest we get fired or miss a pay upgrade Yeah, conform therefore, and shut opportunity's door.

Let Me Ask You

If I may ask you of a question Of those of you on the podium On the march to seek power Of those of you on the back and front Of those of you who are watching And those of you who are running If I may ask you one and only one question What is it that drives you on? What is your inner motivation? For going through the scrutiny Through the grueling inquisition From us enlightened and lay men and women? Is it really because you feel you are the best there is? Or is it because you chose to stand and be counted? To bow down and lift the weight of collective will? To listen to us and to feel what we feel? To ask us where we want to be and where we want to go? Or to tell us what your enlightened good will intends? So tell us please is it your well meant enlightened intentions? Or on our enlightened and lay men and women's instincts? That we ought to be casting our precious votes? We have often heard and listened what you would do and don't If we elected you, if we chose you to be the congress man, The senator and the president How humble would you be and how arrogant?

Two Poems - Man On Fire; If I Walked With You In The Garden

Man on Fire Red flames descend from the sky, Burning into the depths of his eyes, And crackle as they engulf his hair, In tongues of fire. The eyes, the eyes, stare out in Placid indifference, while all around Tongues of flame lick at the very air Combusting in the night. No stars here; no limned moon; No serene reflections on the fiery Pools below; only fire and burning, And passion sleeping in those lidded eyes. Saint or madman? Artist or lunatic? Does it matter to a man on fire? Can mere words express the desire That fanned the flames into a conflagration, And set the canvas alight? Oh, I long For a flame to consume my desire, To quench the thirst of my longing, To plunge headfirst into the flames That destroy all conscious thought, All empty lies, all words written on Cracked parchment. I long for the Purity of fire, the peace of flames. If I walked with you in the Garden If I walked with you in the garden, Like Adam or Ezekiel, or your friend Enoch, I would not ask you why.

O New Earth - All Rights Reserved

Out of my way! I own the world That is the word Tolle's ego's gone But mine's here to stay After all I'm Oprah Winfrey Yes, God made the earth But He didn't trademark it Make the monetary connection The alphabet has been here Quite a very long time Yet nobody trademarked "O" Until I thought cleverly of mine Hmm, yes, feels oh so good Like a young woman should Pastor Joel Osteen wrote The book Your Best Life Now But I the trademark queen Truly have the know how Uh, oh, is the pain body awake? I thought so when it's time For a clever entrepreneur To aggressively claim their stake The Oprah Book Club isn't for all Certainly not a young man named Paul Because I don't have $50, 000 to blow Excuse me to invest and participate I'm just a poor boy without opportunity Though honestly I truly love Oprah dearly What saddens me is the lack of ingenuity The missing creativity and bold audacity When I wish to employ a brave new idea With gumption and unprecedented tenacity Publishers and professors often play it safe They fear companies like Harpo will sue That's right and utterly break the bank Therefore it seems expression is nonexistent Bridle and bit come out with the legal department Soften your cutting edge, lessen your sharp blow Be kind and courteous to the deep pocked host I certainly intend to be respectful and courteous For Oprah to me is likened unto a minister of God I don't hesitate to stand for Oprah and applaud Yet don't quench my creativity and over me trod Because I too know the Creator, a.

A Handful of Maybes - A Poem Sharing the Doubts that We All Share About Life

Maybe there is a God. Maybe we were never meant to live this way. Maybe there is such a thing as true love. Maybe we're all crazy, and normal is only an ideal that is out of reach. Maybe we should've taken that escape... or maybe we shouldn't have. Maybe we'll never be happy... or maybe we are happy and we won't realize it until later. Maybe philosophy is an idea that got out of hand... or maybe religion is. Maybe we shouldn't have acted so quickly on an inhibition that failed to stay strong. Maybe I let my guard down. Maybe we experienced too much in too little time... or maybe we didn't experience enough. Maybe we should learn more about something we know nothing about... and when we learn more about it, we should write down how it affected our perspective, but we probably won't. Maybe these words will hit home, or maybe they're just a waste of my time and yours... not to mention a waste of ink and paper. Maybe I should've stopped thinking before I started. Maybe I'm repeating myself.

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