Poetry With A Mission



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Karma

Some people call it karma, others call it justice — payback time, effectively,
For that which goes around, certainly comes around — cause and effect, invariably.
Oh yes, we reap what we sow, which surely we all know, or learn, eventually,
When we do to others what we wouldn’t like them to do to us, (so thoughtlessly).

Such also applies to unwise actions in general, and our foolish choices too,
For going contrary to common sense, or ignoring wisdom, oft sees things go askew.
And hence those things that bite, those things that kick us back, often very painfully so,
Leaving us with regret, wishing we hadn’t done this or that — hence tears that oft flow.

Oh yes, how slow we humans are to learn that selfishness and foolishness doesn’t pay,
That those unkind insensitive bullets we fire at others are prone to ricochet.
Bullets that we should never fire, nor even think to, but oh, how often we do,
Via those things we wrongly say and do, that over time, ill winds and heartache accrue.

Yes, hurt and you’ll be hurt, harm and you’ll be harmed, mistreat and you will be mistreated,
And as long as we continue in that vein, those consequences will be repeated.
Others aren’t for hurting, injuring, mistreating, deceiving, nor for putting last,
And oh, how things have an unpleasant way of reminding us of our erring past.

Wrongdoing isn’t a generational thing, but the bane of humanity,
More often seen in the form of selfishness, as opposed to general folly.
And hence why others suffer in the main, and invariably ourselves, and rightly,
For why should we get away with inflicting ill on others via acting unkindly.

It’s time we realized that the self-serving mentality is a destructive one,
(Not just one that leaves others shivering in the shade while we’re soaking up the sun),
And that if we want true happiness, it’s found in living selflessly, and humbly;
The past no longer surprising, nor we looking over our shoulder anxiously.

Yes, some people call it karma, others call it justice, and some, life’s carousel,
Given that what goes around, comes around, whether such be something nice or something ill.
And as to what comes around, usually lies with us, our choices, words and deeds,
For as we all know, things invariably grow, from both poorly and well planted seeds.

By Lance Landall




2.  As Bad As Our Enemy

Mark looked up from reading the newspaper, disgust written all over his youthful face.
He glanced at his dad who was enjoying the heat that was coming from the old fireplace.
“What do you make of those things those soldiers did in Iraq, Dad, of which the world now knows?”
“Are you referring to the mistreatment of prisoners, son?”  “Yes, Dad, and those photos.”

“Well, son, one could say that such is the dark side of patriotism, tragically,
Given that patriotism’s often just another word for hate and bigotry.
Some people are so blinded by such, son, that they can’t seem to see beyond their own shores,
Which is why anything goes when it comes to war, and more so those wrongly driven wars.”

“At the end of the day, such shows the true character of those who carried out such things,
For there is no getting away from the fact, that from one’s heart and mind, such evil springs.
Yes, people can point to this and that, blame those above them, even say they were forced to,
But you won’t see anyone doing such things where their heart and mind is loving and true.”

“Yes, once we cross a certain boundary, we’re no better than devils, effectively,
And those who've distorted religious convictions, even worse devils, undoubtedly.
Hence why many commit atrocities in God’s name, and in patriotism’s too,
For often the two are linked, along with personal hang-ups — a very nasty brew!”

“And hence the likes of those inflammatory photo shots, that even sense would not take,
Which violated every code of human decency, and which only fools would break.
But oh, how some love to flaunt their evil, thus showing folk back home how revenge is sweet;
Images of hatred and a perverted sense of justice — that just contempt should meet.”

“Yes, I wonder how many secretly applauded — accomplices, effectively,
Shackled by their patriotic fever, and a militant religiosity.
Yes, deluded, short-sighted, and bitter souls, who bring just as much shame upon their country,
And who fail to see beyond their own shores — are lacking in love for all humanity.”

“How do folk end up this way, Dad?”  “Well, son, many things contribute to such a sickness,
But at the end of the day, everyone has a choice, and should mind those things they profess,
For when we take the moral high ground, and then behave just as bad as our enemy,
We're even worse, and are under a much greater curse, for we know far better, don’t we?”

By Lance Landall




3.  Our Little Secret

Are psychopaths born so, injured later, or made? And then there’s heredity,
By that I mean, who knows what’s handed down via one’s genes, (lying dormant, maybe).
Yes, it’s the chicken or the egg scenario, and there are those triggers too,
Which circumstances and background sees some mother’s grownup child going askew.

I guess there’re clues, but who picks them up? Though I guess some might wonder, or predict,
But generally, when such folk are exposed, it’s a case of, “We didn’t suspect.”
Seemingly normal, but not so, for something tragic has occurred within their mind,
(And no doubt their heart) — and too late, the sad results of that disturbance are seen.

Who knows what’s going on beneath the surface, where the sinister, one can’t see,
Those ominous thoughts and feelings that come to fruition eventually.
And who knows what feeds such thoughts and feelings, though I’m sure that one could speculate,
Given the ghoulish, violent, weird, and pornographic that folk now tolerate.

So who might be a psychopath?

Your child? My child? You? Me? For who really knows, given that we all think we’re sound?
And in the main, perhaps we are, but not some of us, whose psychosis in time is found.
Plus, there’re various shades, types, and these latter folk quite prolific, it would seem,
For not just certified psychopaths carry out callous acts, and wickedly scheme.

So tell me, what’s in a label? Is such simply how we define the very worst?
Those who within the shadowy recesses of their mind some ill have rehearsed?
Those who coldly scheme, manipulate, hurt, force, cruelly injure — unfeelingly?
Oh dear, sounds somewhat like most of us, I fear — but hey, let’s keep that quiet, shall we?

By Lance Landall




4.  We Two-sided Like A Coin

How can those who love their spouse and children be torturers and murderers too?
Hitler’s henchmen being one example, hence their viciousness towards any Jew.
And then there are those doting husbands and fathers who’re rapists or paedophiles,
Their malice toward others hidden behind family photo album smiles.

And lest you think I’m picking on men, there’re women who commit dreadful acts too,
But whether folk be male or female, there’s something here that’s terribly askew.
And to be honest, very concerning, for who isn’t a Jekyll and Hyde?
And hence those unfortunate things that we oft see that reveal another side.

Road rage, unfaithfulness, some deviance — and what else do people try to hide?

And therein lies the problem — yes, that other side that shouldn’t be, but that is,
(And be that ‘loving some and hurting others’ a problem that is hers or his).
And all this why we’re in a mess, for there should only be one side to us, and,
It that side from which only good comes, not ill that’s opportunistic or planned.

So where does that injurious side come from, and why does it plague humanity,
Or to put it another way, why’s there a Jekyll and Hyde in so many?
Well, one thing you can be sure of is, such is not a normal state of affairs,
(Though common among us), but an aberrant condition that too often steers.

And hence those vices, those destructive traits and that selective brutality,
That schizophrenic cruelty oft sporting a gown of respectability.
Yes, men hugging their wives whilst deep in simulated rapes via pornography,
And women plotting their husband’s end whilst engaged in some worthy charity.

No, this no soap opera, but reality, we two-sided like a coin,
And we more governed by selfishness, appetite, an objectifying loin.
And hence why we love and yet hate, caress and yet brutalize, share and yet steal,
Our worthiness and glowing public persona oft more dishonest than real.

Well, that aberrant side comes from somewhere, a devil and a fall, I believe,
And why ever since men and women have been seen to harm, strut, use and deceive.
And here we’ll all remain until that sad Jekyll and Hyde business gets the boot,
For wherever one loves and yet injures, that two-sidedness is at the root.

And this why we must look up and not down, thus reaching for a higher level,
We acting more like a loving, untainted Saviour than a turncoat devil.
Okay, so you’re not a believer, perhaps, but tell me, what’s your idea then?
For I’ve never seen a time on Earth where the answer was provided by men.

By Lance Landall



5.  I've A Problem With Robin Hood

(A heroic outlaw in English folk-lore)

Yes, I’ve indeed a problem with Robin Hood, for he was a hood, he acting just as badly,
He stealing from the rich to give to the poor, his benevolence the result of robbery.
In other words, he seeking some good via a wrongful means, which also included thuggery,
All of which makes him a criminal too, (and his cohorts as well) — yes, no true hero was he.

And yet, how children have loved his exploits, (and indeed adults), they fed such via books and movies,
Robin’s “end justifies the means” approach greeted rapturously, his victims down on their knees.
And so it is with most action movies, some so-called hero resorting to wrongful means too,
Be it via thuggery, breaking and entering, or any other wrong means that they pursue.

Hence why I’ve a problem with Robin Hood; and his contemporaries, they tarred with the same brush,
Their wrongly justified behaviour making any decent law-abiding citizen blush.
For there’s no such thing as rightful wrong, wrong being nothing but wrong, and no matter how it be dressed,
And why all who indulge in such have more than just good intentions beating in their sullied breast.

Yes, we’re either squeaky clean or not, our conscience clear and true or warped, our heart white, grey or black,
Our sense of right and wrong sharp and determined, or we on a diverging-cum-error bound track.
And that track’s as old as this Earth’s history — it a circle — and hence why things hardly improve,
For all who fight fire with fire, and seek good via wrongful means, are still stuck in that historic groove.

Hence why many who’ve wrestled power from tyrants have become tyrants too — no surprises there —
For their hearts weren’t pure, but somewhat tainted too, and hence why selfish cracks were soon seen to appear.
At the end of the day, rot is rot no matter how small, and in time eats at the foundations,
All why many with good intentions end up committing unbelievable abominations.

And hence why religious zealots are oft the worst, they killing or persecuting in God’s name,
They thinking that He approves of that “end justifies the means” approach-cum-that same old tired game.
But as I said, rot is rot, and no one should give room to such, and why any who do soon err,
They justifying this or that — and to be frank, the “means” more than the “end” is what some prefer.

For example: Many simply installing something they desire, some good end more an excuse,
And why in time — much that’s desired-cum-underhandedly installed — bad fruit is seen to produce.
And no wonder, as a flawed, deluded or selfish thinking was behind such, and hence the ill;
They akin to modern Robin Hoods, who, in order to achieve some good, violate at will.

Yes, may our motto always be: Above reproach.

By Lance Landall





6.  Pike River Mine

Twenty nine precious lives met their end in Pike River mine, and all so very needlessly,
Yes, courtesy of mismanagement, folk in charge avoiding their responsibility.
And money the root of much evil, it’s said, profit one reason those twenty nine are dead,
Hence money and negligence winning the day when it should’ve been twenty nine lives instead.

And adding to the torture-cum-that lead in the bellies of the grieving, another blow,
“Sorry, but we can’t retrieve the bodies….so, proper burials you will have to forgo.”
Yes, a tragic loss that shouldn’t have been, nor that added pain that followed, and lingers on,
For not only do investigations drag and reopen wounds, but their loved ones have gone.

Oh, that such tragedies occur, lives being far too precious to exchange for filthy lucre,
And as for clear-cut irresponsibility….well, some stiff penalty such should incur.
Not that justice resurrects a loved one, nor those twenty nine lives lost in Pike River mine,
And hey, who’s prepared to put their hand up, for such takes a healthy conscience and robust
spine.

Well, what goes around comes around, my dad used to say, something that many have found is true,
And why when it comes to others, more so their lives, we should always mind what we say and do.
Otherwise, how many more lives will be lost via this or that, or scarred in some unfair way?
And why all of us can learn much from that fateful — yet avoidable — Pike River Mine day.

By Lance Landall


In memory of those who lost their lives in the Pike River mine disaster — Greymouth, New Zealand, 19th November 2010.



7.  Foul Play

You can let off your bombs, whoever you are, and whatever your agenda,

But regardless of your cause or gripe, you’re nothing but a callous offender.
For no human should ever seek to hurt another, and thus why I believe
That there will be a day of reckoning for all who maim, destroy and deceive.

So don’t waste your time with some explanation, as there won’t be one good enough,
Bearing in mind that such wrong shows one who’s ill, even a pawn, and far from tough.
For those who’ve strength of character, a good heart and noble mind, don’t act that way,
Knowing that such evil is exactly that, the work of those who’ve gone astray.

So be it your bombings, mass shootings, assassinations or brutality,
Or even some engineered catastrophe, they’re a form of insanity,
And hence why you often hide behind a mask, whatever that disguise may be,
And even shove the blame on others, who as a result, suffer terribly.

Yes, you have your scapegoats, those things that suit and fit very conveniently,
Those excuses by the dozen that can never justify such injury;
And note this too, that those who fight fire with fire get burnt themselves, eventually,
And so too rioters, (I might add), who foul their own nest, harm their economy.

Yes, you can carry out your villainy, even in the name of God above,
But nothing will convince me that He’s behind such, nor that it’s done out of love.
For those who know love, and the same God that I know, wouldn’t think to act that way.
As harming and loving are opposites, and thus harm all to do with foul play.

And hence why you're effectively nothing but a callous offender, evil contender,

At the end of the day.

By Lance Landall




8.  ISIS

If ever there was evil, a horrid sickness that defies explanation,
It’s you, ISIS, your maniacal hatred, your satanic perpetration.
You’ve no heart, no soul, a disengaged mind, a bloody record that’s stench sickens,
And thus why justice demands your exit and the foresight of good men beckons.

Hey, I’ve no problem with religion, but this is plain madness that we’re seeing,
For any human whose thinking is sound doesn’t mistreat another being.
Nor for one moment contemplate murdering them, and so barbarically,
Which proves that darkness has engulfed you, ISIS, hence your violent bigotry.

Yes, the ways of the likes of you, (atheistic or religious, by the way),
Have never improved the lot of humanity, have never been seen to pay.
And there’s been many of you, Hitler, Pol Pot, Idi Amin, to name a few,
And let’s not forget those burnings at the stake — oh, what deluded people do!

Yes, some take the Christian Bible, for example, and pointing ignorantly,
Justify their acts which are actually wrongful, and their teachings heresy.
And why it’s them that are errant, and those beliefs that sanction atrocities,
And via this or that, oft under the guise of some good, the rights of others seize.

By Lance Landall


ISIS is a Sunni extremist group that follows al-Qaeda’s hard-line
ideology and adheres to global jihadist principles.




9.  With Syria In Mind

Yes, I’m all for freedom and liberty, am strongly opposed to tyranny,
But what is gained by those violent uprisings that destroy one’s own country?
And that in the process sees thousands of lives lost — oh, what a terrible cost! —
And why those new days that dawn seldom bring sunshine, but rather, another frost.

And then there’s those refugees...

They numbering in the millions, staring at disease and daily misery,
And oft not returning home despite the fact they’ve been relieved of tyranny,
Though what for? A crippled country-cum-wrecked infrastructure, towns full of ruins,
Gun battles still raging thanks to various factions, bombings? So tell me, who wins?

And now Iraq comes to mind.

Yes, I’m all for freedom and liberty, am strongly opposed to tyranny,
But jumping out of the pot into the frying pan seems so crazy to me,
And a double tragedy given the cost to citizens and their country,
And why I wonder who and what’s really behind some of those uprisings we see.

Guess it’s easy for me to say, but better the devil we know than don’t know —
Well, in some cases — or so it seems to me given how I’ve seen some things go.
And why such reminds me that those who take up the sword tend to die by the sword,
For they mimic the way of tyrants and thus display a thinking that’s just as flawed.

Yes, let’s use our voice, our pen, our feet and even any clout we have, but hey,
Setting things alight, smashing things and throwing objects should never be our way.
And nor should we attack those who’re simply doing their job, for laws must prevail,
But not those mobs that oft switch their allegiance and leave behind a bloody trail.

Seems peace and war are akin to a game of ping pong, this world still in turmoil,
And hasn’t there always been those who have plotted on another country’s soil?
Oh, when will the madness stop, when will we come to our senses and clearly see
That wars, riots and uprisings aren’t the answer, but a changed humanity.

Yes, I’m all for freedom and liberty, am strongly opposed to tyranny,
But fighting fire with fire-cum-turning to violence aids the insanity.
And what does such say of us, for two wrongs don’t make a right, and who’re we to speak
If in order to free ourselves from tyrants we act as inhumane and weak?

And now the Ukraine riots come to mind...oh dear...what else will soon come to mind?

By Lance Landall


This poem was penned November 2014





10.  Flight MH17

No, they won’t be coming home anymore, and all because of a crazy war,
Yes, another one, as if weapons are ever the answer, but at the core,
And hence those innocent casualties — and in this case, ’round three hundred of them;
It another outrageous act that every man, woman and child should condemn.

And it only took one missile, the product of madness; and a common scene,
For look at Israel and Hamas and that same illness that Northern Ireland’s seen.
And yes, let’s add Syria to the many, Russia and Chechnya not alone,
But also those who throw acid or condemn women to death via rock and stone.

So when will it stop and no more bodies fall from the sky onto foreign land,
Nor any innocent person suffer via some solder’s or terrorist’s hand?
For every such assault, wound or death is an outrage, lives being no one’s to take,
And callous injury the hallmark of evil in which devils have a stake.

And so back to flight MH17 and the horror and ill or it all,
And which saw the world sit up and take notice, though all wounds and deaths should appal.
And why mankind should’ve learnt by now that weaponry at best is for defence,
And thus never for committing some atrocious and unthinkable offence.

So no, they won’t be coming home anymore, their loved ones left with shock and pain,
And all because of a deadly missile that locked onto a passenger plane.
And there they all were, full of hopes and dreams — yes, everyday folk like you and I,
Whom wickedness even sought out at thirty three thousand feet up in the sky.

By Lance Landall


In memory of all on board Flight MH17 that was shot down on the 17th July, 2014




11.  Flight MH370

We’re living in times where strange things are happening, and stranger they’re bound to get,
For there’s evidence of behind the scenes activity, a stage that’s being set.
And why it comes as no surprise to me when some plane is seen to disappear,
Or something else occurs that doesn’t gel with the official story we hear.

Yes, we’re living in different times, times when folk shouldn’t be so quick to fly,
For evil’s not only stalking folk on Earth but snatching them out of the sky;
And so it was with flight MH370, currently a mystery,
And such adding to the grief of loved ones deprived of closure so unfairly.

Oh, the pain that they must feel, their happiness in shreds and they questioning “Why?”
And who wouldn’t? — certain things not adding up, and hence their rightful hue and cry,
For planes shouldn’t suddenly disappear, nor change direction without good cause,
And wander on for some time at that, and why we all have good reason to pause.

Well, maybe truth will surface in time, some answers too, not that the pain will go,
For nothing can bring back the deceased, and people can’t always pinpoint the foe.
And who knows just what’s happened here, life being so full of much that doesn’t make sense,
And such aided by those behind the scene who’re adept at evil and pretence.

No, I’m not pointing the finger at anyone, but facing reality,
For this world’s been plagued with both random and premeditated acts of cruelty.
All why many occurrences seem suspicious, some proved not and some proved so,
And hence why we need to have an open mind; much more going on than we know.

By Lance Landall


In memory of all those on board Flight MH370 that disappeared on the 8th March, 2014.





Contains Christian references.

12.  Killer Drivers

When someone deliberately drives a car into a crowd — an evil thing —
I just know there’s a devil like I know there’s a God of whose goodness I’ll sing.
Because I see Him in loving acts of kindness and clear-cut answers to prayer,
And why I’m not an evolutionist, for such gives one no reason to care.

Oh yes, I’m glad I believe in a day of reckoning, a Law to go by,
For such engenders a healthy respect for consequences; such wisdom’s eye.
And what does one gain by hurting people, but a harder heart, a sadder mind,
It surely copying a devil, not a God who’s loving, thoughtful and kind.

Okay, you might laugh, scoff at the idea of a God, but there are two forces,
One motivated by love, and one by evil — yes, two different courses.
And both having a certain intelligence that no big bang could create,
An intelligence one uses for good or ill, truth or falsehood, love or hate.

Yes, for acts of kindness, or for wickedly mowing people down with a car,
The second like a destructive meteorite, the first like a bright, shiny star.
A devil in one, God in the other, for what else could it possibly be?
And why one needs to believe; the alternative pointless, hopeless and empty.

By Lance Landall




13.  Weakness

Weakness often turns to force because it doesn’t have the strength to act nobly,
And so, it takes the easy way out, and why it’s prone to acting cowardly.
All why it also hangs out with the mob, or those who’ll take care of it for you —
One way or another, brother — ’cause they’re just as weak and unenlightened too.

Those who harm are driven by inner issues or a sick ideology;
Such not the measure of a man but more a foe, the wrong way always easy.
Hence why weakness spurns the right way, succumbs to pressure and oft carries out ill,
And this why wherever weakness is found, it’s a certainty that all’s not well.


By Lance Landall





14.  Expect A Lot From Leaders

Yes, expect a lot from leaders — be they mayors, pastors or MPs, say — for they
Have been entrusted with power and authority, considerable sway.
And therefore, and in all their sayings and doings, should be above reproach, and
Thus always held accountable; all of which may call on you to make a stand.

I’m sure you know as well as I do how so many leaders have gone astray,
Leaving behind a historical trail that shows no sign of easing today.
And this why we see abuse and corruption, much sexual hanky panky,
And that proverbial fudging, outright lying-cum-goodbye transparency.

The truth is, that leaders are appointed to serve us via some capacity,
And thus when they deceive us, mislead or plunder, it’s with great audacity.
All why out reaction should be swift, coupled with a message that’s loud and clear,
For those who display such unworthiness, no longer have a right to be there.

Yes, the last thing we need is some errant leader, there enough to fill a lake,
And they all having left so much misery and trouble in their selfish wake.
And this why we should expect a lot from leaders, remove any pedestal,
For pride, ego, selfish ambition and agendas have always led to ill.

Too many leaders are full of excuses, blaming this or that, he or she,
And thus they often ensuring that it’s not their head that rolls, when it should be.
Oh, how they play their games, even delude themselves, dictate from their self-made thrones,
Until that time when justice intervenes and their smug little kingdom disowns.

It’s sad that many who would make good leaders are bypassed for many who don’t,
And why we soon see things going amiss, and why certain things that should get done won’t.
And some of them claiming that they’ve been anointed by God, or so they argue,
When the truth is, they’ve merely been appointed by men, God far from happy too.

Yes, when it comes to leaders — even judges, by the way — we need to stand firm,
For any who err in their dealing with weighty matters give cause for concern.
And particularly so where it affects lives — in other words, you and I —
And why compassion should be wedded to sense, our expectations rightly high.

By Lance Landall


"A leader leads by example, not by force."
Sun Tzu





15.  Man Worshippers

I have never understood how people, (be they just one, thousands or millions), can revere a man like they do,
For no man’s a god, nor can be one, or even come close to one — thus, such adulation simply isn’t due.
At the end of the day, a man is nothing more than a mere man, one who requires the toilet like us all,
A flawed human, who shouldn’t be given some Divine or glorified title — and oh, how often such men fall.

Yes, such reverence is very unhealthy, as it gives a man an even greater platform for doing ill,
For anyone granted such God-like authority, can have others believing they must carry out his will.
In other words, as if God himself is dictating via that person, and therein lies a great danger, you see,
For there is nothing worse than blind faith in another person, especially someone with such authority.

Such adulation is the product of foolishness, come humans who have discarded wisdom and commonsense,
Many having been taught such from childhood, and others misinterpreting the Christian Bible in their defence.
Yes, an inculcated and perpetuated tragedy, one that has seen so much evil done in God’s name,
For such homage simply sees those who are so revered making some pompous, deluded and injurious claim.

Those who put men on such a pedestal, are effectively man worshippers, be those folk pagans or Christians,
The latter clearly taking glory away from their God, whereby, despite their denying such, each thereby sins.
But whether they’re a Christian or not, any such affection and adulation for some man is plain folly,
And something that it seems most of Earth’s inhabitants today, simply haven’t learnt from our bloodied history.

By Lance Landall




16.  Exalt No One

So many people revere or idolize someone, (or more than one), and many of them obsessively so,
Hanging on their every word, copying them, clutching their photo, even dreaming of them — though better should know.
For such is one sure way to end up being led astray, conned, used, or most disappointed, and unsurprisingly,
Given that we’re all so human, so flawed, which includes those who’re revered and idolized so very foolishly.

Many of them are far from squeaky-clean, and are involved in this or that — their private lives another story,
Which, were such known, would see them pulled from their pedestal, upon which they should never have been placed initially.
For after all, all are equal, and of no greater worth, and therefore, not deserving of such exaltation,
And such revering and idolizing, (which is a form of worship), being more worthy of one's condemnation.

So many who strut the stage, appear in movies, officially on T.V., or before some congregation,
Are involved in the unsavoury, criminal, or immoral, and who knows what other selfish violation.
Hence those falls from grace so often heard of, read about, and even seen — proof we shouldn’t revere or idolize,
For such is the territory of fools, who their naivety, immaturity, or ignorance advertise.

Yes, no matter how godly someone appears, no matter how squeaky-clean they may look, or how high up the scale,
They’re never worthy of, nor entitled to, any form of worship or pedestal, be they male or female.
And any who think they are, are not only deluded or misinformed, but a danger and possible snare,
And even less deserving of revering and idolising, for their unfitness of such, is more than clear.

By Lance Landall




The following poem contains Christian references.

17.  Beware The Eckhart Tolles

(Re Eckhart Tolle — Author of A New Earth)

Yes, beware of the likes of the Eckhart Tolles who are popping up everywhere today, unsurprisingly,
For we’re living in a time where anything goes, where anything’s embraced, folk having lost their way, sadly.
A time when many are confused and are running after this and that, their feet no longer firm on the ground,
And hence why opportunists — many in the form of New Age gurus-cum-spiritual teachers — abound.

Yes, it’s all been seen before, and therefore, is hardly due the title New Age, for it’s ages old, actually,
And such deluded or deliberate charlatans having long been proven to be just that, and rightly.
In other words, yogis, swamis, mystics, psychics — call them what you will — who’re raking in heaps of money,
And all because so many are caught up in the so-called “New spirituality,” Eckhart Tolle folly.

Now, I’m not knocking the man, but just his version of New Age mumbo-jumbo that’s doing the rounds today,
Such being the outcome of an unhappy childhood, his seeking some mystical healing — oh, how people stray —
For there’s no such thing, but rather, a learning to live with our injuries, a refocusing of our thoughts,
And not an emptying of the mind, for thoughts are meant to constantly come and go, which medical science supports.

In fact, once we empty our mind of thoughts, we expose our mind to hypnotic influences we can’t control,
Such meaning: Any outside force could fill that vacuum with what it wants to say, thus misleading some poor soul.
But regardless of such a grave danger, we hardly need the added confusion of New Age mysticism;
Its sources being one’s imagination, the occult, Eastern religions and primitive paganism.

And yes, some Christianity thrown in as well — a right old potpourri — or,  Christianity-cum-such,
As many Christians have mixed such with their Christian beliefs and practices, though their Bible conveys, “Don’t touch!”
For this New spirituality-cum-New Age concoction is far from sound, a fusion of confusions,
A subtle and not so subtle blend of truth and error spread by the Eckhart Tolles nursing their delusions.

Yes, we live in a world where the enlightened aren’t so enlightened, a world where foxes guard the hens, where
Soldiers shame their flag, where Christians shame their Lord, where leaders lie, fudge, plot, fiddle, fornicate and wrongly steer,
Where men hide behind religion, where some seek to rule the world, where the truthful are oft tagged as liars, where
Liars are oft saying they’re not so, and where fiction, fantasy, falsehood and heresy are held more dear.

Yes, we live in a time when Christians have exchanged their trust in God for trust in man, (turning to arms as well),
A time in which morals have been traded for lust, discipline for appetite, and some say, Heaven for hell.
Yes, a time in which principles have been exchanged for opportunities, standards for convenience, and,
Where billions are spent on sheer indulgence while others live in abject poverty, and die, though close at hand.

Thus, it’s no surprise that people are confused, and are chasing this and that — answers being right under their nose —
For when sense, wisdom, fact and truth are exchanged for fiction, fantasy, error and nonsense, that’s how it goes.
We’re meant to live with the realities of life, and to work within them, and not go chasing the mystical,
And nor go exchanging the tried and true for some New Age gobble-de-gook-cum-flawed and experimental.

By Lance Landall




18.  Such Isn't Always Gossip

There are those who accuse you of gossip the moment you talk about someone behind their back,
But is such always gossip, (or as some say, an underhand or malicious verbal attack)?
Well, here I’d like to argue that such isn’t always gossip, (though spoken behind someone’s back),
But rather, an unpleasant necessity, and thus not thoughtless idle words, nor some cruel attack.

You see, the truth is, that there’re times when it’s prudent and needful to ask questions about someone,
And given that the horse’s mouth doesn’t always tell the truth, and why to others, folk oft run,
Particularly where important matters are concerned, or where one suspects skulduggery,
And surely we’ve all heard about discretion, things it’s better folk don’t know — we shielding thoughtfully.

So what’s actually gossip then? Well, such is when people simply enjoy blabbing idly,
They thus sharing what they don’t need to, but want to, or they asking questions that are plain nosy.
Or they tuning into what others shouldn’t convey about someone, their ears all too ready,
And they then passing that unnecessary information along — such rumours, frequently.

Yes, something that’s oft not true, or that’s only half so, certain facts missing, added or altered;
In other words, pointless, thoughtless, unkind, harmful-cum-evil comments that should’ve been halted.
Not something said or asked that had validity, a sound reason behind it, and hence okay,
For there’s certainly a time and place, and such not gossip, but oft the avoidance of foul play.

Therefore, when we talk about someone behind their back, such isn’t always gossip, and nor wrong,
Despite us quickly shelving some discreet conversation when that very person comes along.
And such sometimes even displaying a tender regard, or common sense where there’s real concern;
Such chats oft being the only way that necessary things we learn; though what we don’t know can burn.

Yes, our talking behind someone’s back oft being for their benefit, not just our own benefit,
The latter made more necessary when certain things someone says don’t gel, and uneasy sit.
And why people need to be careful what they label gossip, lest they accuse someone falsely
Whose intentions are worthy, and they weighing wisely what they sought out of some necessity.

By Lance Landall


Let's not forget that when folk gossip, they may well be speaking good of us, not bad, over which I'm sure we wouldn't complain.




19.  There're Beggars And There're Beggars

It’s one thing to help people out who are in need, and so we all should, but hey,
Compassion should be tied to sense, ’cause users and abusers can come our way.
They not so much in need but feeding an addiction, or simply on the make,
And hence why it doesn’t always pay to give what some people are quick to take.

Yes, there are genuine beggars, those who are in fact in need, but still take care,
Because addicts, bludgers and those with fanciful stories are everywhere.
“But addicts do need help,” you say, and true that is, but specialized help, and so,
We pointing them to, or guiding them to, that person or place they need to go.

Otherwise, we’re only aiding their addiction, paying for their booze, and so,
We compassionate but prudent, helping but not aiding, minding how we go.
Because some who’re given money just keep coming back for more, expecting like,
And why to some we say, “Sure,” and to others, a firm or subtle, “On yer Bike.”

By Lance Landall





20.  Just Crooks


This world is full of fraudsters who prey on the vulnerable — they including, the young, the aged, the weak, the helpless, the unwell and gullible — yes, easy prey for those who’re out to make a killing, and who even convince many who’re less willingly, who midst a desperate sigh, the fraudster’s flawed theory try, or quack potions, lotions, and tablets buy, thinking, “Well, I’ll never know  will I until I give such a go?” which just leaves these fraudsters richer, an all to common picture, a scene that’s set via clever spiels, those too good to be true deals, slick and sophisticated adds, that financially fleece caring mums and dads, or whoever else falls prey to such scams, so like innocent children, unwary new born lambs.
Yes, cures for this, answers for that — and yes, there’s always a cost, hence how over time much is lost, or perhaps in one hit, folk hoping and thinking that “This is it,” only to find that it isn’t so, just another harsh and “Thought so” blow, for often there isn’t an answer or cure, and why sometimes we’ve no choice but to endure, or to just accept things the way they are, carry that burden, live with that scar, rather than playing into the hands of conmen, who deceive and fleece again and again.
And I’ve no doubts that there are deluded fraudsters out there, those who believe they do have an answer or cure, and in that sense, they are sincere, but given they haven’t, and one’s money duly take, they’re simply fraudsters of another kind — still fake — who’re deceiving and fleecing humankind.
Yes, some have cures for this, answers for that, no doubt could pull rabbits out of a hat, and so it goes, which in time shows, for reality and fantasy are worlds apart, though seldom in the fraudster’s mind and heart, nor in that of the deluded, who cannot be excluded, for they effectively work the same art, peddling their cures, their answers, their seminars and books — yes, fraudsters, modern day pickpockets — in other words, just crooks!
 
By Lance Landall



21.  It's Our World


Dear fellow traveller, amidst the billions on this Earth — I’ve a message I wish to share, given your inheritance by birth, and your existing presence here.
This planet is yours and mine, it doesn’t belong solely to kings or queens, popes or presidents, prime ministers in residence, nor any government; even power or society behind the scenes, but rather, to us, the people — yes, not someone on a throne, behind an official desk, or ecclesiastically ensconced under some steeple.
No disrespect is intended here, but only the clear recognition, that this Earth belongs to humanity, you and I — in other words, us, we — not solely to those in power, regardless of their position, regardless of their authority, and including any majority, for humanity is also the minority, given that we’re all linked genetically, historically, and universally, and given that such is acting humanely, quite honestly.
Though rightful laws and order have their place, no one should seek to conquer and rule the human race, and all who would seek to do so, by stealth, legislation or might, wouldn’t have justification, would be lovers of darkness rather than light, who though pretending otherwise, would ultimately catch by surprise, thus displaying their true  face.
Yes, this planet belongs to you and I, who likewise, pressure or force cannot justify, (despite how much we might try), for the birthright of all is freedom and liberty, (be that civil or religiously), the right to be left alone to live in peace and harmony, to be free from the evil plots, plans and tentacles of tyranny, and not to mention, the right to have access to every necessity.
Yes, we weren’t meant to be controlled, bought or sold, trampled on, sneeringly looked upon, coldly mistreated, shackled, persecuted or defeated, somehow abused, indifferently used, played with like marionettes, gathered together in plotter’s nets, nor considered as if just a clone, for we’ve a brain, a heart, a dream, a path, a life and purpose of our own, and were born to love not hate, and to goodness, mercy and kindness radiate, for such always works for the best, ensuring that all are blest, whereas hate just destroys, and all manner of evil employs, for it’s tied to lust and power, seeks to overthrow not empower, and all the while, oft hiding behind a smile, (which given time, quickly turns sour).
Though we’re humanity, we’re not some herd to be rounded up, processed and programmed physically, mentally or emotionally, nor were we meant to be serfs at the beck and call of bureaucracy, but rather, are individuals in our own right, little worlds of our own, with corresponding patents and copyright.
Yes, it’s our world, not the possession of a group, a majority, nor some man, who, were these given control — that is, of the world as a whole — would prove a threat to all, and eventually, flames of trouble just fan.

By Lance Landall





22.  Leave Us Alone!


Yes, leave us alone, whoever you are, close or far, with your hidden agenda and certain intent, that’s very far from Heaven sent, thought often made to look so, but which in our bones we know, simply seeks to harm and destroy, hence those crooked means you employ, and that camouflage, or sidetracking decoy — yes, the cunning, the devising, all hardly surprising, for you’re not our friend but our foe.
You hide behind an institution, an organisation, some benign association, a secret society, or simply some authority, perhaps dressed in your finery, educated intellectually, and plotting and planning, covertly listening and scanning, directing each willing puppet, manipulating each pawn, using their weaponry, expertise or brawn, thus seeking to gain control, even of society as a whole, and where you can, or via some middleman, you flatter and fool many men, who via their clout or legislative pen, willingly or ignorantly aid and back your clever spiel and plan.
Yes, leave us alone, whoever you are, religious or otherwise, though often in disguise, for you don’t like inspection, correction nor detection, given you’re into error and deception, and oh, how deluded you are, for all you do is wound and scar, deprive of rights and liberty, midst proclaiming you’re no enemy, and that it’s all a misconception.
Yes, leave us alone, whoever you are, for you discredit exposers, do away with opposers, laugh at conspiracies, whilst in them up to your knees, and whilst withholding information, removing from circulation, forcing co-operation, defending some violation, even annihilation — for ultimately, you do as you please, and all and sundry seize, for your exploitation.
Yes, leave us alone, whoever you are, wherever you are, with your heart of stone, for you’ve no right to treat us so, nor to ignore and violate our “No,” be it via a majority, a powerful minority, some pious priority, for you’re not our friend but our foe.

By Lance Landall





23.  In God's Name? Rubbish!


Those — who in God’s name — persecute, imprison, torture or kill — in other words, intentionally wound and another’s blood spill — are only Christian in name; yes, abusers and murderers who some right wrongly claim, and who both God and Christianity shame, for despite what they say, or how such they might portray, there’s no blessing in thuggery, coercion or secrecy, but rather, a curse, and even worse, a horrid end, for justice is sure to descend, ultimately and deservedly.
No one — let me repeat — NO ONE — can justify such evil acts, and oh, how such evil-doers distort the facts, oft twisting the Bible to suit their ends, but hey, what evil-doer, truth really comprehends, or for that matter, compassion or mercy extends? — No, for they have their agenda, a common hallmark of the offender, who, oft hiding behind some pious crusade, or other, equally as renegade, and also man-made, treads on what's good, right and true, in order to foolishly pursue, some goal that’s wanting and weighed, and which all who’ve sense and decency, know has never paid.
Oh yes, behind that pearly smile, (more akin to a crocodile), those carefully chosen words, (oft as far from truth as the birds), and their sincere sounding intention, is often malice too cruel to mention, BUT, even should they be sincere, one thing is certainly clear: Ill-treatment isn’t godly, but rather, a devilish invention, and those who act so misguidedly, (or intentionally), are seriously lacking in decency, discernment and comprehension, and so often are nothing but puppets and pawns, or until the truth dawns, and by then it’s usually too late, and they, rightfully share the same fate, for no one can justify ill-treating another, and more so an innocent sister or brother; but when all’s said and done, be it via word, hand or gun, everyone such behaviour should shun.
Yes, whether a Christian or not so, such behaviour is nothing other than low, and those who perpetuate such wrong, are nothing but cowards, morally weak rather than strong, and who despite their saying otherwise, their sell-out to forces of evil advertise, for their acts and the Bible they profess to uphold, (hypocritically and thus offensively bold), simply don't harmonise.
Yes, given that the God they supposedly serve, "Came not to destroy but save," what a nerve!

In God’s name? Rubbish!

By Lance Landall


"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it with religious conviction."
Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)


"Christendom is not the same as Christianity, as the Danish theologian and philosopher Kierkegaard pointed out. Christendom's violence was not Christian, for the simple reason that it was diametrically opposed to what Christ himself taught. People who engage in violent and cruel activities at any time, in Northern Ireland or the Balkans or anywhere else, while invoking the name of God, are certainly not obeying Christ when they do so, whatever they may say to the contrary. After all, the name "Christian" means a disciple or follower of Jesus Christ. Following Christ means obeying his commandments. And one of those commands was the explicit prohibition of the use of force to defend Christ or his message. That command has been very well known since it was issued at a point of high tension in the Gospel narrative, the arrest of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.
Jesus taught his followers not to hate their enemies but to love them; and he acted accordingly when the armed crowd came with Judas to the Garden of Gethsemane to arrest him. In that historic encounter he specifically forbade his disciples to use violence. Jesus rebuked one of his disciples, Peter, who, untrained in swordsmanship, swung wildly with his sword and cut off the ear of the High Priest's servant, Malchus. "Put your sword back into its place," Jesus said, "for all who take the sword will perish by the sword" (Matt 26:52, ESV). He could not have made it more plain. To take the sword, gun, or bomb in Christ's name is to repudiate both Christ and his message. He will have none of it. Gunning for God, in the sense of taking a weapon into one's hands on God's behalf, is a contradiction of and an affront to the Christian message."

From the book "Gunning For God" by John C. Lennox



24.  A Million Miles Away


Okay, taking the following intro as being gospel, (as many of us do), and all certainly knowing there’s good
and evil-cum-ill, such only too true:
 If I were Satan-cum-that wicked devil, (there being no such thing as a good devil), and I thus locked in that controversy with God, He being a Holy, righteous God, and the Creator, Saviour God —
I would do everything to discredit Him and His Word, paint His very existence as something absurd, and midst it all, try to claim this Earth as mine, appear as if benign, but ultimately snatch all the glory, have humanity worshipping me, and this via using every human agency, any powers that be, though they thinking that they
were in charge, excuse my timely barge — yes, I installing those who’d achieve my ends, and meantime, I
steering any advantageous trends.
Yes, I’d have folk loving the worst of everything, thus ill assailing and prevailing, and this due to them having
largely lost their ability to discern between good and bad, right and wrong, they mere followers of the throng,
my throng, for I’d be behind every detour, distraction and lie, and hence why truth I’d knock and falsehood
multiply, (or is it amplify?), for deception would see me home and housed, folk having fallen for what I’d engineered and espoused, (well, effectively, puppets and pawns having done and said it all for me, including legislatively), and finally, I in control, the removal of dissenters my goal.
Yes, I having achieved such via creating fears that played into my hands, via having generated certain things
that aided my plans, but few aware, biblical warnings-cum-prophecies falling less on the ear, and soon not at
all, for such freedom of expression I’d maul, thus God unable to claim more souls, they going down with me, digging their own holes, many of them Christians who thought they could have it both ways, but couldn’t, for as the Bible says, such is hypocrisy that rebellion still displays.
Hence why I’d be busy conning Christians too, and more so, they followers of that God I once fought with, and
still so, you know, I desiring the same glory, end of story-cum-that controversy that’s raging, and which started millenniums ago — and yes, the reason for Earth’s woes, it now in its death throes, and why I’d be busy
corrupting and misleading humanity, my hatred for God fuelling the insanity, and I, not wanting to be the only
one missing out on eternity — the more the merrier, actually.
And meantime I loving the mayhem, blaming it on God whom many would soon condemn, and when in fact it had much to do with men, (not just me), but they at it again, oh yes, violence, lawlessness, greediness, licentiousness and every other ness, and as far as Christians went, worldliness-cum-rebelliousness, they repeating those errors of ancient Israel, and as far as Christ’s cross goes, they hammering in another nail.
Oh yes, if I were Satan, it would be out with the ancient paths and in with the new, my ends ever in view, the
music, books, movies, TV programmes and general activities a million miles away, (from the heavenly, that is), desires and appetites askew, astray, and as for sex as God intended, enter porn, promiscuity, the hot and sexy, and in time, fewer would be offended, and as for rights, “What are they?” another thing in the way, for this
planet I’d want my way, not God’s way, and thus evil the name of the game, (as far as I’d be concerned), and
not love, and why I’d want God and His righteousness spurned, things not done on Earth as above, a Holy and unholy mix that would net me all, and on this Earth, my ways and will install.

By Lance Landall




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