wizthom in the heat of battle

wizthom in the heat of battle

A Poem by wizthom
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narrow minded people throwing stones

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I had a monk come to me,to scold me,
about my love life and faith in god,
he ask me, where is the truth;
in the wrong I do,

i looked him in the eyes,
right down to the depths of ,his soul,
did you know the monks of the old,
use to hire prostitutes to spend the night,
giving them head,
in hopes of relieving stress,
while keeping the vow of no sex,,

they ate turtle eggs just before they hatched,
in hopes of keeping their vows of no meat,
it's a shame the very same God you praise,
you also cheat,

begone away from me,check your history
and as for my love life ,and faith in GOD,
the truth is the truth and i am true,

next in line came a priest with cross in hand,
i listen as me he started to repperman,
he said stop all my foolishness,
and misleading information,
to the masses,

what you preach is scatter ,
like wind blowing ashes,
i said woe,wait stop the press.
lets kick the ballistics here,

I said take this back to your pope,
tell him wizthom said his church,
is doomed and there's no hope,
tell him in GOD eyes he guilty,
guilty of changing the Sabbath day,

he's guilty of placing idols in the church,
guilty yeah,molesting GOD"S children,
he's guilty of proclaiming himself ,
sole authority of GOD"S word,

guilty of the Salem witch hunts,
Spanish Inquisitions,
to being the inventor of the red light district
tell em wizthom said he's dirty,'
and his church is unclean

tear down the church walls in England,
you will see what i mean,
bone of all those babies,
that sisters aborted,,,,,

what can't handle what you got started,
well there's more ,in revelations tell him,
that his church is the w***e,
who rides the beast with seven horns,
now go with one more truth,
let em know i am aware of him ,

helping Germany to unite all of Europe,
for yet another unholy Roman empire,
and when it's all said and done,
alone with the devil and death,
he to will burn,

yea cast into the lake of fire,
as it is writing so shell it be done,
last but not lest came the preacher,
he said wizthom stop this madness,

you know your parents never raised u to be this way,
he came to me with damnation in hand,
i was only holding the mirror,,
that is their true refection,
so by my god so be it,
as for you accepting crumbs,
left by them,
like buzzards you feast upon,

preaching a religion ,
that you are constantly changen,
to keep a church friendly congration
did you know ,Jesus never gave any one titles,

like preachers,deacons priest,saints,bishops,
prophets,all these things where man created,
Jesus church was within,and everywhere he went,
he shared it with them but never by force,

he dependent on God to meet his needs,
and the kindness of others to fulfill them,
tell me how is it that you are speaking GODS word,
when you preach from a bible that's not in it's original form,
don't u know all of god's chosen needed no bible or note to read from to relay his worlds,

his chosen ones just open their mouth,
and GODS words flowed out,
know wonder you are so confused,
but one day you will answer for misleading ,
those following you,

the court is not closed ,
i am taking a recess,
to go and talk with GOD,
to relieve the stress,

make a little love,to a angel,
while being true to myself,
in spiritual paradise,
where all is pleasing in my GODS ,sight
peace wisemanspeecks@PRotected copy writes@protected aka wizthom


sexy body





LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,



when a spiritual walker dreams

howdy

thanks she need not know of the problems of war
>,
>just as children need not know the problems of
>man,
>if this were my house my freedom to be nude in it
>would not offend,
>the perversed, narrow minded an d sad people,
if this were my room i would be free
>to make love to whom i choose ,and in the ways i choose
> with out being judged by those who has
>lost the loving emotions,and the meaning touch,

>if this were my house every one in it would be
>free to live ,and the only law would be let live
>in harmony , melody rhapsody ,
we all are of the same yet we are as different as night and day,
why ?
God made it that way and thats all the reason you need,

>lets be honest here i am just a guest,
> just like the world i am born in it ,but not
of it,
angel on water

my little angel

living ain't all ,all that it seems,
no,no,no,no,
wishing i--- was a child again
yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,
no-one has been so good to me,
since then,,
wishing i was a child again

when all my days were so full;
of play,
instead of living,i was so full of life,
in my world i new not of strife,
i took the time to chase butterflies,
when rainbows was a wonder ,a wonder to life,
running all over town trying to find the end,
that was forever in sight,

living ain't all all that it seems
no,no,no,no,no,
wishing i---was a child again,
yea,yea,yea,yea,
no-one has been so good to me,
since then,

wanna go back to the time,
where hero's never died,
i wanna say it again,living ain't all ,
all that it seems,no,no,no,no,
rather be chasing a dream,
yea,yea,yea,

got lots of money and material gain,
with all my wealth ,
still it don't ease my pain,
dinning with stars,
a palace for a house,
I'll give it all up ,
just to be what i once was,

living ain't all ,all that it seems,
no,no,no,no,
rather be a child again
running Thu fields,
chasing a dream,

peace wisemanspeeks@protected aka wizthom



howdy






LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,

© 2008 wizthom


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wizthom

paradise, OH



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i have been called a poet who writes contemporary,but i just look at myself , as a spiritual walker who writes all emotions more..

Writing
i tried i tried

A Poem by wizthom