"Destined Minds"

They Awoke Not.....

Volatile it hit the world
they did not heed the warnings
and they awoke not....

Liquidity crisis reserved
for the poor, naively they
spend and awake not....

brewing, collapsing in an increasingly
inter-connected world
that spends it days in slumber

outstretched eager for their
handout as greed now adorns their back
of themselves they think most even in their sleep

and yet for over a century of affluence
two thirds live in abject poverty
and their part of the world is blinded to the need

Their eyes as though seemingly asleep
care noought for the peoples whose bellies
bloat and grumble as disease feast upon their innards

As thier young die helpless in their arms and yet
we cry out to our leaders not for the starving and
dying and those who have long now fallen in everlasting sleep

For they care only for the bank balance
For the lifestyle they have become accostomed to
and never give a third world a second thought

Now bricks and mortar fall down around their ears
and try to waken the dead
as they realise their fears

So should the God of abundance and joy
stretch out His hand to these? or should
the God of justice bestow his grace

upon all those children ignored for many a year....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

1. ask yourself who controls the purse strings?
2. who really owns the reserve bank?
3. who is it that holds the power?
4. who is it that can make the world change?

THE MINDS OF MEN

The minds of men that
make monkeys of us all
Piltdown and Nebraska
that would have us bent over and small

so where be the origins of man
semantics that call out cry
the beginning of us all and
as if to soften with lullaby

so how can it be when no animal
be mans equal and our uniqueness
made in the image of God for
surely we have risen

from primordial sludge and
from the blindness of science
that would have us all chasing
piggy tails

For Nebraska was no more than a wild pig
which gave us nought more than a wild pig
chase through the doors of so called science
that clearly has gone off the rails

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long

FOOTNOTE:
Only three ways to make an “apeman”
Knowing from Scripture that God didn’t create any apemen, there are only three ways for the evolutionist to create one.

1. Combine ape fossil bones with human fossilbones and declare the two to be one individual-a real “apeman.”
2. Emphasize certain humanlike qualities of fossilized ape bones, and with imagination upgrade apes to be more humanlike.
3. Emphasize certain apelike qualities of fossilized human bones, and with imagination downgrade humans to be more apelike.

These three approaches account for all of the attempts by evolutionists to fill the unbridgeable gap between apes and men with fossil apemen.

FORCE

force the mass that accelerates
and pressure increases
the force I am in this direction pulled

and I know not whether I am being pushed or pulled
but I desire to keep my static equilibrium
as friction on the surface results

of that which intends to pervade my mind
and apply its weighing scales
that distorts the my principal position

and I shall keep the lies at arms length
no matter the pressure they bare
for their own force will be their own undoing

and shall remain operative against such resistance
and possess the truths capacity
when all is finally told

coerce the crowd as you will
but I shall yield not
and force a laugh in spite of lifes pain

and mock your limited power
for I am compelled to stand on this rock
obligated and free'd by salvations strength

whose force surpasses all the natural laws of man
that blood which changes the willing heart
and empty the vacuum of space that such love did fill

and such is the majesty of such a God
that should gravitate to one lonely soul
and with its force - gently pulled to Him

of all the forces that which impress upon me
none so much as Christ has been able to move
heart from the place of self to the giving
of will and selflessnes...


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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I AM MISERY (For Misery Loves Company)


I am MISERY and I'm here by invitation
and like your mother you took pity on me
and gave a roof over my head

I am MISERY and each day you fed me
made me stronger - Introducing me to all your friends
creating "webb" illusory

I am MISERY so loved am I by you
you gifted me to your children and let
me show your seed their lack of worth

I am MISERY so grateful to you am I
for feeding me your lack of integrity
and clothing me in garment of poor judgment
so richly steeped in dishonesty

I am MISERY and so glad like you
your children so jobless
are able to keep me company
to fill my idle mind for wasteless
hours I have plenty

I am MISERY and what team work you and I
a village we played havoc and now I know
you are my loyal friend

I am MISERY and how proud am I
that so skillful you can lie before God
my friend "Deceit" has taught you well

I am MISERY but still I remain hungry
so why not introduce me to your children's children
so that I may return the favor and play with them

I am MISERY and stick together we must
for I am stronger with your willing aid
and we must find another place to play
to make up for the one
you let get away.

I am MISERY and I promise you this
you can do better my sweet
"Torment" and "Fear" wish also to befriend
and see out your days
until the bitter end

I am MISERY and now I grieve and lament
Why oh why did you let her go
She seems so happy now
to be "Free" and turn her back on us

I am MISERY and I am hurt
that she has the love of a man
and children adoring grace
as their lives move on contentedly
while I have this hateful "crew"

I am MISERY and I did the best
I can to upset and screw around
disturbing all in my wake and steel
from the red soiled land

I am MISERY and you and I
go hand in hand
bitter bitter MISERY
for both now we know
"it" loves bitter company

I am MISERY and we are
one and the same - your so stupid cant you tell?
You won't even notice till much too late
you have dragged your kids to hell.



Maree Long

(c) copyright Maree Long 2007
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