relief for Texas
by last days
08/31/2011, 3:27 PM #
I have started praying for a weather system to dump a ton of rain on Texas...
this looks promising
they say that growing water mass has a 30% chance of becoming a tropical storm, which would then move westward and it is in just the right latitude to hit Texas.
JackDallas didn't notice but I promised him a tropical storm sized weather system of rain within 30 days. Rick Perry has been holding pray-ins for rain all year and getting snubbed by God harder than by the president. But when a real prophet promises rain, we deliver. Like when Elijah called for rain after 42 months of drought.
By the way, there is no rain for the entire 42 month testimony of the two witnesses.
Relief for Texas
by Piss Off
08/31/2011, 4:31 PM #
I prayed for a golden shower but all we got was acid rain.
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31 August 2011
20 June 2007
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a fray poem
by daystar
06/20/2007, 9:59 AM #
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by daystar
Locked posts and color coded boards
simple hearts and sinister sores
lost in a world
of ongoing wars
it's not the same
as it was before
Peace, be still
now, look around you
is this the fray?
or is this you?
you came here
just to post some more
are you lost?
who's keeping score?
it's high technology
it's a loaded gun
it's fun -n- games
you better run
don't ask for mercy
from a crowd of one
everyone judges you
until they've won
so hang on tight
keep your head
look inside
and get out of bed
you can raise your voice
if you think that's right
you can listen up
or start a fight
so believe in yourself
or a higher you
but come to play
with others who
need your thoughts
to feed upon
while they tear you up
and steal your fun
it's a locked post
no need to reply
no that's not said here
the color is why
learn the culture
and look inside
the fray's around you
are you alive?
days, daysman
by daystar
06/20/2007, 9:59 AM #
Locked posts and color coded boards
by daystar
Locked posts and color coded boards
simple hearts and sinister sores
lost in a world
of ongoing wars
it's not the same
as it was before
Peace, be still
now, look around you
is this the fray?
or is this you?
you came here
just to post some more
are you lost?
who's keeping score?
it's high technology
it's a loaded gun
it's fun -n- games
you better run
don't ask for mercy
from a crowd of one
everyone judges you
until they've won
so hang on tight
keep your head
look inside
and get out of bed
you can raise your voice
if you think that's right
you can listen up
or start a fight
so believe in yourself
or a higher you
but come to play
with others who
need your thoughts
to feed upon
while they tear you up
and steal your fun
it's a locked post
no need to reply
no that's not said here
the color is why
learn the culture
and look inside
the fray's around you
are you alive?
days, daysman
14 December 2004
Snowflakes
Subject: Snowflakes
From: Daysman
Date: Dec 14 2004 7:39PM
In bits of rhythm, laced together by rushes of tethered thoughts
It fell upon my clothes, and brushed my eyelashes
Whispering thought in my ear, asking me why I care
So much, for what? The way I waste my years…
But I shrug them aside, a natural motion of pace
Moving ahead to my destiny, not straying in their
Beckons to relinquish the thoughts of the day
Tonight I'll gaze out my window and try to remember
What they told me, why I was here, what to watch for,
Why I should have strayed…
Why are they always right, when they come they cause panic
They fall into our lives, they take over our paths
Gentle, soft, but powerful, and in control of agenda and time
"Not that way!" they insist, "don't be so harsh!"
…give it time, it will carry, there's no need to rush
Remember your thoughts in your youth? The days
When cares were fleeting, when time was not the enemy?
Why do you make it a weight? Crush yourself with the lie?
Come look out at the moment, breathe the fresh humid puff
Stare at the cloud, your hot steam stirring with the cool reprise
If you rush, you will lose the chance to peer into the stillness
Steal one more invisible take of the lovely quiet,
the dream; You can't hold and can't let go
Like the quality of the misty air in front of you
Something you know so well and forget so readily
To not kill your life on the hard stuff
Return to the quiet, take back your own heart
That's what they were telling me
I hate them, they are so free to follow the wind
While I return to my room and worries of the night
(daysman's visit to the poems fray Wintersol contest)
From: Daysman
Date: Dec 14 2004 7:39PM
In bits of rhythm, laced together by rushes of tethered thoughts
It fell upon my clothes, and brushed my eyelashes
Whispering thought in my ear, asking me why I care
So much, for what? The way I waste my years…
But I shrug them aside, a natural motion of pace
Moving ahead to my destiny, not straying in their
Beckons to relinquish the thoughts of the day
Tonight I'll gaze out my window and try to remember
What they told me, why I was here, what to watch for,
Why I should have strayed…
Why are they always right, when they come they cause panic
They fall into our lives, they take over our paths
Gentle, soft, but powerful, and in control of agenda and time
"Not that way!" they insist, "don't be so harsh!"
…give it time, it will carry, there's no need to rush
Remember your thoughts in your youth? The days
When cares were fleeting, when time was not the enemy?
Why do you make it a weight? Crush yourself with the lie?
Come look out at the moment, breathe the fresh humid puff
Stare at the cloud, your hot steam stirring with the cool reprise
If you rush, you will lose the chance to peer into the stillness
Steal one more invisible take of the lovely quiet,
the dream; You can't hold and can't let go
Like the quality of the misty air in front of you
Something you know so well and forget so readily
To not kill your life on the hard stuff
Return to the quiet, take back your own heart
That's what they were telling me
I hate them, they are so free to follow the wind
While I return to my room and worries of the night
(daysman's visit to the poems fray Wintersol contest)
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