"Civilization today reminds me of an ape with a blowtorch playing in a room full of dynamite. It looks like the
monkeys are about to operate the zoo, and the inmates are taking over the asylum.”
Vance Havner (1901-1986)
Poetry With A Mission
My website, Poetry With A Mission, contains purpose based poetry,
Poetry that cares passionately about our planet, humanity.
In other words, love using poetry as a vehicle to express
Its concern over many things that we need to face, and quickly address.
Yes, poetry, (alias me), that is wanting the best for you and I,
Which is why it’s terribly concerned over things that are going awry.
And why it’s attempting to play a part via the use of rhythm and rhyme,
As changes are badly needed, we’ve rivers to cross, and mountains to climb.
And hence its very thought provoking content, that hopefully you’ll dwell on,
Lest silence, indifference, or inaction, see the likes of liberty gone.
And freedom also, for both will certainly go if they’re not protected,
And also if subtle erosions, (helped by foul play), go undetected.
You see, our choices, dear friend, individually or collectively,
Determine not only our destiny, but also this planet’s destiny,
Whether crime will rise, warring continue, strife, starvation or poverty,
In other words, friend, whether good or evil will triumph, ultimately.
There’s no question that this world is in a mess, and quickly heading downhill,
And in fact, there are those of us who consider it terminally ill.
But whether it's terminally ill or not, it’s clearly in a bad way,
Hence those things we need to face, address — no, not tomorrow, but now, today.
Yes, sometimes we need to be stirred — that is, shaken out of our apathy,
Or we foolishly have our head in the sand, or believe something falsely,
Or we are biased, prejudiced, have been somewhat programmed, or wrongly fed,
Or we're simply not prepared to do or say anything because we’re scared.
Well, fear’s certainly understandable sometimes, but fear won't get us far,
Unless we want to be controlled, that is, for those who let fear win, soon are.
Life without that freedom and liberty that we've known, is just existing,
It’s kowtowing, capitulating, just tyrants and dictators assisting.
Today, and far more than ever, we need men and women who’re not for sale,
That is, those who can’t be bought or sold, and who’ll see right and not wrong prevail,
Yes, those who're prepared to call a spade a spade, and remain honest and true,
Those who are prepared to make a stand, despite whatever they might go through.
Sometimes — even often — straight things need to be said, need to be heard or read,
And far more so, wherever people only want to hear nice things instead.
After all, reality needs to be faced, lest some danger overtake,
Which it will do, if we are falsely lulled, have a closed mind, or aren’t awake.
We may not like what other folk have to say, but we should never stop them,
And all attempts to curb or halt freedom of expression, strongly condemn.
For after all, it’s only via such freedom that truth can ever be found,
Hence why those who've something to fear, or hide, want the truth gone, or tightly bound.
There are certain medicines that we hate, yet need, in order to get well,
Which only the very foolish would refuse, and whom we would soon farewell.
Yes, “No pain, no gain,” is certainly true — thus, some medicines we should take,
Be that via the mouth, the ears, or other, lest we badly suffer or ache.
And therefore, with the greatest of respect and via poetic tradition,
I humbly present my poetry website — Poetry With A Mission.
But please be aware that the reading of my poetry will soon reveal
An open, inquiring, receptive mind, or a closed one, some Achilles heel.
By Lance Landall
May this website enlighten, and thereby, many lives brighten.
"To
go against the dominant thinking of your friends, of most of the people
you see every day, is perhaps
the most difficult act of heroism you can
perform."
Theodore H. White
(1915-1986)
I'm No Hero
When I was a youngster, I somewhat lived in a world of my own,
Playing on a grassy river bank for hours on end, and alone.
And there, I lived adventures, acting out things that I'd read and seen,
Quietly creeping through bushes and trees, ears and eyes sharp and keen.
Oh yes, I was a cowboy, a sheriff, Colt 45 in hand,
Or nose down in its leather holster — just a toy, you understand.
And I was on the lookout for anyone with evil intent;
Yes, a crack shot, upholding law and order, hot on someone's scent.
With growing stealth, I daily patrolled my bushy territory
That is, as a defender of right, facing dangers fearlessly.
Yes, there beside the flowing river, locked in childish fantasies,
I battled forces of evil, displaying daring, skill and ease.
Well, dear friend, time has since moved on, and I’m no hero, believe me,
And I’m a hater of guns now, for I’ve met with reality.
Thus, it’s just a pen that I wield now, though still doing what I can,
For defending that which is right, is what truly makes one a man.
Now, I’m just the same as anyone, and could fail, ultimately,
But meantime, while I am able, I will make a stand, openly.
That is, I will not be silent, but will use my voice or my pen
In order to warn of folly, danger, those evil schemes of men.
Or simply to enlighten, for wisdom’s getting lost, being rejected,
And as a result, ignorance is rampant, as would be expected.
And trouble is hot on its heels, along with much heartache and pain,
Which I and others are trying to halt, reverse, somehow contain.
Yes, just like many others, I’m doing what I can, while I can,
Trying to act unselfishly, showing thought for my fellowman.
For to not speak out when I'm able, would be far more cowardly
Than failing sometime in the future due to greater threats, should such be.
However, I hope and pray that I won't fail, when push comes to shove, and,
That in the meantime, wherever it's needed, I will make a stand.
For silence where silence shouldn’t be, is simply cowardice, and,
Such will not build muscles, that later on, give one the strength to stand.
Oh yes, times have changed since I was a young boy, (playing on that bank),
And behaviour and attitudes have changed as well, to be quite frank.
Most people appear caught up in a shameful self-preservation,
That once, friend, would have received the very strongest condemnation.
Thus, due to such selfishness, peer pressure, indifference or fear,
There are far fewer voices speaking out, less folk that seem to care.
And should those strong voices become even fewer, where will things end?
And who of us will share in the blame? So, please think it through, dear friend.
As I said, I’m no hero, I’m simply just a man — made of clay,
But having said that, what exactly is a hero anyway?
Could heroes simply be those people who are doing what they can
On behalf of, and out of loving concern for, their fellowman?
In other words, just an everyday person who has a good heart,
One who's making a stand, speaking out, and thereby, playing their part.
Yes, not remaining silent, despite the deep frowns and jeers of men,
And doing so amidst their own struggles, via their voice or their pen.
By Lance Landall
May strength prevail, weakness not assail, and raised voices never fail.
“The
masses have never thirsted after truth. Whoever can supply them with
illusions is easily their master;
whoever attempts to destroy their
illusions is always their victim."
Gustave Le Bon (1841-1931)
I Can't Talk?
Yes, I’m no better than you, mess up too, even get scared, you know,
Don’t want to be disliked, struggle with things, and often ebb and flow.
And I too, can put my big foot in it, act rather wrongfully,
All of which concerns me, given what I’m expressing via poetry.
However, not just I, but all, have a duty to express things
That from a healthy inner realization, and disquiet, duly springs.
For should those things not be mentioned, even more remiss one would be,
Aiding and abetting via silence wrongs within society.
We can’t wait until we’re perfect examples to speak, obviously,
For such we’ll never be, (though we should try to be, naturally).
Thus, we’ve got to speak out now, do what we can, despite all our flaws,
Lest, in the meantime, things get far worse, and we’re faced with closing doors.
Hence why I’m doing what I can, while I can, midst my own mistakes,
And despite any affliction that my little world rattles and shakes.
For how could I not do so, given what could happen to you and I,
And given that this planet we’re on is sadly going awry?
I can’t talk? No, but I must — and so must you — as it's foolish not to.
By Lance Landall
Don't Want To Offend?
If you don’t want to offend, how can you be honest and say what you really think? — as one should,
Otherwise, such simply becomes a game — a charade — which doesn't do anyone any good.
And in fact, can even lead to injury, and that, “Well why didn’t you say then?” so oft heard,
All because someone was too scared of treading on someone’s toes, thus withholding that needed
word.
Such is often tied in with that "political correctness" nonsense, a plague on all of us,
For it gets in the way of honesty, just pussyfoots around, and hampers what folk discuss.
And so too that fear of offending, for though there’s a time and place, many still won’t say a word,
Which is why many aren’t told what they should be, or if they are, “I heard it from a little bird.”
And then there're those who get someone to “do their dirty work for them,” (as some say), and this meaning:
They seek the bravery or foolishness of someone else, thus sometimes wisdom contravening.
For go-betweens can complicate things, even cause things to worsen, hence some explosions we see,
Such all part and parcel of what can happen when we’re not honest with others like we should be.
The truth is, that if we really do care about others, we will be honest, though it offend,
For those who act differently often act irresponsibly, hurting folk more in the end.
And meantime, kowtowing to weakness and popularity, neither they nor the other growing,
Such all being why we shouldn’t be afraid to offend — and thus our thoughts, others clearly knowing.
All due care and thought, of course.
By Lance Landall
Count On Me
With the world in which we live in trouble, humanity at risk, and so many beset with misery,
How can I keep silent, how can I remain inactive? — unless of course, I’m only interested in me.
Yes, how can I not put pen to paper, express my concerns, educate and warn? — unless I don’t care,
And if I don’t care, and am only interested in me, then my presence is of little value here.
And I, only adding to all the problems that are plaguing this Earth, even worsening things, selfishly,
For we’re clearly meant to be operating as one big family, both thoughtfully and attentively.
And in the process, growing together, finding answers, alleviating whatever distress we can,
For just looking after number one, and hardly lifting a finger, is how most of our troubles began.
Hence why I can’t and won’t do nothing, but rather, all that I can, speaking and writing whilst lending a hand,
For the trials and ills of others, and everywhere that we’re going wrong, I wish to ease, solve and understand.
Well, as much as I am able to as an individual, for such demands the same of everyone,
And thus we best all pulling together as one, society in unison, nothing being left undone.
Yes, no head in the sand for me, or timidity, nor the callousness of acting indifferently,
For when we fail to think and work on behalf of others, we only worsen things for ourselves, ultimately.
And this being because we’re all intricately connected in various ways, which so many fail to see,
And as a consequence, (and as said), they not only hurting themselves in the long run, but humanity.
By Lance Landall
Long Live Free Speech!
Once we legislate to curb ill that some folk may say, we lessen our own rights, and imperil what rights remain,
For freedom of expression is where it’s all at, regardless of hate filled words that may cause a certain pain.
And hence why we shouldn't play with freedom of expression, for there's not one reason good enough for doing so,
And let’s bear in mind that many an ill has begun with some well-meaning but very unwise embryo.
Yes, it’s bad enough that there are those who would like to curb freedom of expression to achieve some evil end,
Without us playing into their hands by going along with legislation that would curb what might offend.
And besides, there’ll always be those who’ll think, speak and act wrongly, regardless of that which is designed to curb,
And why in this imperfect world of ours, there will always be things that will anger, distress, pain and disturb.
But sometimes we need to hear the truth — warts and all — and need to face up to things, though unpleasant they may be,
And hence why even the provocative has its place in all this, be such expressed via the pen or verbally.
However, whether it be this way or that way, the right way or wrong way, let all have their say, and freely,
We asking for nought but due respect and thoughtfulness, for limiting free speech acts far more injuriously.
Yes, some things said may not be nice, even wrong and cruel, but we need to toughen up, not respond childishly,
For we’re hardly living in a nursery, weren’t meant to be wrapped in cotton wool, for that’s absurdity.
In fact, we grow by being confronted, not by being sheltered from reality, nor those harsh things some may say,
Which often convey what we need to hear, and what’s better allowed than not, lest with even more rights, folk play.
Rather than curb, we need to educate, both by word and deed, for laws don’t solve, but simply restrict and prevent,
Thus hardly changing the heart and mind — and if they are foolish laws, they simply cause discontent to ferment,
Or worse — and hence why freedom of expression should never be played with in any way, for such will bring ill,
And in time, the greatest ill of all — a total loss of freedom and liberty — which here, I fear I foretell.
By Lance Landall
Never Hinder Protest
When folk aren’t given the opportunity to air their discontent, and have it taken seriously,
And this, in a supportive, safe and impartial setting, they’re oft left feeling mistreated, helpless and angry.
And there you have the makings of trouble, something that could even make headline news, and unsurprisingly,
For such can have folk festering inside, they outraged at the unfairness, and thus plotting treacherously.
Yes, it never pays to treat anyone’s grievance lightly or casually, nor to put things in their way,
And that meaning, obstacles that make it hard for them to air such — in other words, to at least have their say.
For those who hinder or deprive folk of this basic right, are not only acting very inhumanely,
But playing with fire, for who might they be dealing with? Someone who’s somewhat unstable emotionally?
And this not apparent, or not to a degree that raises concern, hence those surprises that we can get,
We never thinking someone would do what they did, nor they perhaps, but they did, and which they may well regret.
But oh, how anger can burn, and sometime, somehow and somewhere ignite, for no one likes being treated unfairly,
And why all should be listened to, given a fair hearing, even if their complaint is deemed rather silly.
When folk can’t have their say-cum-air some grievance, they can lose heart, give up, stop contributing and walk away,
Which is how the valuable input of many gets lost, and why some as a result of such, go astray;
Or how they become zealots, their anger fuelling some mission, they kicking back at some organisation,
Or taking it out on society, and who’s to blame but those who created such a situation.
By Lance Landall
Notes From Adolph
Adolph Hitler (1889-1945), dictator of Nazi Germany
Why was I so successful? Because I was able to manipulate the masses via my clever spiel,
Another word for propaganda, and I well versed in mind control, and thus certain things able to instil.
Hence that passion seen in the youth whose “Hail Hitler” came from the heart, their minds having been captured well and truly,
They thoroughly indoctrinated, hence their blind allegiance, their dobbing their parents in, and willingly.
But you know, convince folk you’re working in their best interests, and that their best interests are threatened, and
You not only have them getting behind you and supporting what you’re doing, but eating out of your hand.
What helps, of course, is that people seldom think or study for themselves, thus ignorance oft being their downfall,
And they treating the News as gospel, the manipulating of such being a dictators first port of call.
To be honest, my passion was fuelled by my personal issues, such coupled with an ideology,
Hence my ferocious far reaching agenda, my Storm-troopers, my total control of the military.
I established a secret police — the Gestapo — to spy on the people, and I singled out the Jews,
And an economic crisis and the political confusion of the times was very quick to use.
Yes, I played on the people’s fears, conveniently created incidents, then promised them security,
They not realising such were inside jobs designed to erode freedoms and secure my grip politically.
I became the Führer, (leader of the Nazi Party), worshipped by many, hailed by the majority,
My iron fist rule soon establishing concentration camps, let alone my forays militarily.
Yes, ultimate control was my intention, the constitution given the side shoe shuffle, and smartly,
I not wanting anything to get in the way of my plans for Germany, and indeed humanity.
Hence the hysteria I whipped up, thus ensuring the eroding of opposition, (soon paralyzed),
All of which — and this, discovered far too late — ensnared every single citizen and horribly surprised.
By Lance Landall
"How fortunate for leaders that men do not think."
Adolf Hitler
Wake Up, Humanity!
Wake up, humanity! — can’t you see? — there’s a battle for the mind, and young minds especially,
They tender and ripe for the picking — yes, they street wise, perhaps — but lacking in maturity.
Though how many young folk are taught to value truth, sense, standards, nobleness and integrity?
And why they’re easily lead astray by the forces at work-cum-this time in Earth’s history.
Danger can lie in what we fail to see.
Yes, we’re right in the thick of a battle, and once the mind is conquered, so too the heart and soul,
The individual then dancing to the tune of whichever puppeteer is in control.
And such no wonder if wisdom’s been discarded, ears and eyes not attuned to dangers that lurk,
And thus shame on those parents who fail to instil what they should, and due prudence and research shirk.
Danger can lie in what we fail to see.
Yes, there’s a battle for the mind going on, every mind under attack, two forces at play,
We either on one side or the other, for there’s no in-between, and thus no room for being blasé.
And hence the need for deeper thought and wiser choices, and why more informed everyone should be,
Bearing in mind those baleful influences reaching into homes via each TV-cum-movie.
Danger can lie in what we fail to see.
And why we’ve reason to fear the future, for look at what folk are being fed — a smorgasbord of trash —
Their minds full of everything but that which edifies, their focus more on pleasures, things and cash.
And many Christians too, shamefully — for they should know better — and thus poor examples they are,
And why they’re kidding themselves that they’re saved, they slurping from the same pungent, poisoned reservoir.
Danger can lie in what we fail to see.
And why humanity needs to wake up — Earth only as good as its inhabitants — they ill,
For once again, look at what they watch, listen to and read — discernment lacking — for where’s the will?
And they therefore easy prey, their children more so, for right from young they’ve been soiled by so much ill,
Hence why wrong’s so familiar now, even cherished, seen as right, and why Earth’s begun to chill.
Danger can lie in what we fail to see.
Yes, there’s a battle for the mind going on, and this no coincidence, but carefully planned;
An evil, beguiling and disguised pied piper luring humanity — destruction close at hand.
And why each uninformed, soap besotted, pleasure focussed, money driven, moral knocking person
Must shoulder some blame, for they’ve played a part, and will have cause for regret, for things will soon worsen.
Danger can lie in what we fail to see.
So wake up, humanity! — take the scales off your eyes, or has the battle for your mind been won,
You no longer able to pull back — nor wanting too, perhaps — the damage well and truly done?
Well, I pray not — sense prevailing — and you regaining your mind, not gifting it to the enemy,
But why foul your own soul and harm others while you’re at it, such being mindlessness and treachery.
Danger can lie in what we fail to see.
We need to remember that we become what we feed on, (take in), be such what we’re fed as well —
Such manipulating our mind — but we consenting one way or another, under some spell.
And you know, trash doesn’t maketh a man, (or woman), and what does such do to the younger mind?
The battle seemingly won come the next generation, and oh, where will that leave humankind?
Yes, wake up, humanity!
By Lance Landall
The Young Aren't Stupid
Young folk don’t like pussyfooters, but rather, like to know all the facts, the truth of the matter,
And this, so apparent when young people get together and amongst themselves duly chatter.
Yes, no messing about for them, they calling it as it is, and thus into reality,
For pussyfooting just wastes time, it weak where one oft needs to be bold and clear in their duty.
Yes, the young aren’t stupid, so we shouldn’t treat them like fools, but call a spade a spade, help them see,
Be it via the home, pulpit or classroom, so that whatever’s said be taken seriously.
In other words, no PC nonsense, nor mistaken kindness, for such never serves anyone well,
And more so the young who don’t want to be wrapped in cotton wool, and to whom the truth we should tell.
At the end of the day, we live in a harsh, cold world, one that’s in serious trouble, sadly,
And one reason why is, because homes, pulpits and classrooms have gone soft on instructing clearly.
Or aren’t instructing at all, nor dispensing that discipline that gives the young security,
For love knows that there must be boundaries, a sound foundation, followed by accountability.
So let’s tell the young what they need to hear, and no messing about, for they need such direction,
And we shoring this up with an interested understanding-cum-empathy and affection.
Yes, tell them the truth, share values, principles, standards and morals, and not from some pious tree top,
But meet them where they are, not leaning on some weak, selfish, pussyfooting around, PC prop.
The truth is, that young people appreciate honesty, and admire courage, (though don’t we all),
They looking for solid rocks midst life’s unpredictable waves, swirling waters, hormonal squall.
And why things will hardly improve until straight talking’s back in fashion, love sometimes acting tough,
For it knows that there’s little value in that misguided, pussyfooting around, PC stuff.
By Lance Landall
Just Say It
“It’s not what you say, but how you say it,” they say, which to be honest, isn’t entirely true,
For no matter how we say some things, folk can still get upset, and what we're saying misconstrue.
And sometimes people need a jolt, enter those sharper words and that firmer approach, otherwise,
They might remain in danger, or continue their ill, which in this case, a tough stance justifies.
And hence the strident pen, one hoping that the written word will do what one can’t do verbally,
For many aren’t approachable, they as sensitive as the Richter scale, reacting angrily.
Yes, no matter how carefully we choose our words, there are those who react very childishly,
But if something needs saying, it should still be said, such being the unpleasant side of one’s duty.
And that’s where many bomb out, their backbone hardly straight and strong, excuses coming thick and fast,
They not even bothering with words, let alone carefully chosen words, lest they get a blast.
But better a blast and someone better off — well, hopefully — than we simply saving our own skin,
And bearing in mind that warnings not given can sometimes kick back at us, and then be rubbed in.
Seems no one wants to be told, and that no one wants to do the telling, and hence much ill we see,
And things would be even worse if it weren’t for those few brave souls who refuse to behave PC.
Yes, time we returned to those days when folk spoke their mind, and didn’t let others get away with things,
For out of that silence that’s motivated by fear and self-preservation, nothing good springs.
By Lance Landall
Best It's Hollered
When someone is near the edge of a cliff, do we smile and casually say, “Nice day, take care,”
Or do we holler, “Look out! You’re too close! Get back!" our concern clear, thus creating healthy fear?
Well, if someone asked me, I’d say to do the latter, such displaying far more loving concern,
And under the circumstances is exactly what’s needed, lest too late, one’s fellowman learn.
However, many can’t see the danger even when it’s hollered, and don’t like folk hollering;
Not that that casual “Take care” goes down any better, for to that which is cherished, most cling.
Yes, they not wanting to veer from that path they’re on, even though it’s taking them close to the edge,
And the likelihood of a fatal fall — their view obstructed by a deceiving self-imposed hedge.
But though such be the case, something should still be said; and given that neither approach goes down well,
One might as well holler, though such warnings should be loud and clear, and this, even if looks could kill.
For folk need to know — and thus one’s duty done — and bearing in mind that others could be affected,
And hence why love does all it can to ensure that certain principled fences are erected.
Yes, best it’s hollered — we having done our uttermost — and given that these days, fewer seek to warn,
Which is why those fewer voices need to be louder, just like the chirping of birds heard at dawn.
And this, in order to also bring reality home to those who have their head in the sand,
And who the noble intentions of those who’re trying to help them see, sadly misunderstand.
By Lance Landall
Canaries In The Mine
You know, when it came to a title for this poem, I was caught between two, the other one being:
Love’s Last Chance Before Darkness Falls, given the encroachments on liberty that some aren’t seeing.
Well, Canaries In The Mine won the day, for canaries were once critical in many mines,
And so too today, given the darkness and explosiveness of the times, and certain bad signs.
But you know, encroachments on liberty aside, watchmen are required throughout society,
They sounding the alarm wherever there’s good reason, and given some ills that many can’t see.
For once certain doors are opened — and in some cases, tightly shut — it’s too late to do a thing,
And oh, the baleful results, and hence that need of human canaries, one’s who will loudly sing.
And they brave souls, for there are those who don’t want those canaries singing their warning songs, you see,
And who try to shut their singing down, such treachery being at the expense of society.
Or indeed humanity, which is why certain canaries are heard above the rest who sing,
For there are degrees of ill, and the ill that some sing of, heralding what greater ill will bring.
And thus, love’s last chance before darkness falls, perhaps, for only those who truly care seek to warn,
And given all the heads in the sand, it’s not just chirping needed, but a locomotive’s horn.
And who likes jarring blasts? — but with deadly serious danger only moments in time away,
Those who see the danger are left with no choice, hence their cries, which all should very carefully weight.
Yes, too many far too busy, distracted, disinterested or asleep.
By Lance Landall
The following poem contains a degree of Christian content.
A Confused Generation
We’ve a confused generation, and as for what’s ahead — pity help us — for come their offspring,
And given things are getting worse, (no surprises there), I hate to think what the future will bring.
And some reasons being, because they’re told that violence is wrong, and yet, violence are being fed,
Such saturating computer games, books, magazines, movies and TV, and hence other’s dread…
For we become what we behold — such violence desensitising — enter brutes and bullies,
Our future kids more callous and apt to turn to such, and here, they having a certain expertise.
Yes, for come the school playground, or wherever else, they act such out, their computer killings honed,
They studied in the art of violence, used to blood, gore and plotting, weaponry even owned.
Been watching the News?
(And forgive this digression, but don’t you think it’s quite odd how we condemn animal cruelly,
And yet, gorge on them, are expert in killing and cooking them? — such sending mixed signals, surely.
And then there’s vivisection, sanctioned torture, cruelty and violence having their place, it seems,
Though one could argue here, and I do, that such is humanity coming apart at the seams).
Well, love one hurt one, love one kill one, love one eat one...
Yes, it’s no wonder we’ve a confused generation — once firm foundations shaken to the core —
Kids being reared by homosexual and lesbian couples, nothing clear nor certain anymore.
And hence gay marriages, the aberrant sanctioned by law, and tell me, what’ll be next through the door,
For while such folk shouldn’t be mistreated, shouldn’t sound principles be behind every law?
Even more confused kids coming up.
You see, we can talk about acting humanely until the cows come home — or of human rights —
But any law based on aberrance, (Nature clear enough), a new script for society writes.
And one that tips everything upside down, we deludedly thinking we’re acting more humane,
When the truth is, we’re exchanging one problem for another, and have far more to lose than gain.
And as far as God goes — if kids are taught about God — seems He’s who and how one perceives Him to be,
And just as silly, seems Heaven’s also for those who willingly continue to act badly,
(Just so long as they’ve accepted God, apparently), and hence why more Christians are acting badly,
For such a belief hardly improves one’s behaviour, and to be frank, makes this a reality...
Yes, if folk can still get what they want whilst doing and remaining the same, they will, believe me,
For that’s how most folk are, and hence those professions of faith that are lacking in sincerity.
Oh yes, such folk may believe, acknowledge things mentally, but as far as true commitment goes,
It’s seldom that such folk pass the acid test, such being something that the Bible says God knows.
And doesn’t it say something about obedience?
The truth is, that we can’t get past the fact that we need morals, principles, standards, values and
Certain boundaries-cum-sound, protective laws, for where they are absent, things soon get out of hand,
Which they have, for society has turned its back on sense, hence why we see every kind of offence,
And what can we expect given that we’ve been busy pulling down every wise and needed fence?
You know,
I was thinking about competitiveness, and how as a Christian such I cannot endorse,
For such pits person against person, is contrary to the putting others first Christian course.
In other words, the Gospel appeal to die to self, and that “Do unto others as you would
Have them do unto you” principle, which to be honest, most aren’t living up to as they should.
Well, as I pondered on such, I thought about non-Christians too, and the following came to me:
We’ve two choices, to live by Christian principles or that each one for themselves mentality,
Which, by the way, belongs with the theory of evolution-cum-no accountability,
As no God, no moral foundation, and thus no day of reckoning, which seems crazy to me.
Let me see now, what can I get away with?
You see, if non-Christians want a world where there’s love, hope, fairness and order, then one thing’s clear:
They’ve no choice but to accept Christian principles for living, for such aren’t plucked out of the air.
And if they do not accept such, then they’ve really no choice but to accept the alternative,
And that being: That anything goes, survival of the fittest approach, via which so many fools live.
And any laws based around or upon such are as changeable as the wind, and built on sand,
They at the whims of whoever is in control, or the fickleness of those throughout each land.
Yes, no absolutes, no guiding light-cum-clear direction, and thus no safety or certainty,
Hence why despite how some folk feel, certain things shouldn’t be allowed — but have been, disastrously!
When a generation, (and more), is raised on a visual diet that corrupts their heart and mind,
They’re not only negatively and harmfully moulded, but conscience wise, left deaf, dumb and blind.
And they thus rudderless ships at the mercy of any current or wave, and destined for rocks,
And why we, given the current state of society, are in for more turmoil, pain and shocks.
How many parents join their children in watching and listening to what can only harm them,
And then when their kids copy such, (become what they behold), such hypocritically condemn?
If they don’t want their kids playing around, getting into this or that, nor ending up in jail,
Then best they put those fences back up that they’ve helped pull down, replacing every paling and nail.
Yes, we’ve a confused generation, one ripe for the plucking.
By Lance Landall
Regarding same-sex sexual acts, see my poem "Homophobic? No, However..." This poem can be accessed via
an orange box entitled "Karma," poem list page, secular section, left hand side. A few of my Christian poems cover
this subject matter.
The following poem contains Christian content necessary for the purpose.
The One Poem That All Should Read
(even if they don’t want to)
You know, even if one wasn’t a Christian, they’d have to take the following seriously,
And why being, because these things are happening just as predicted via biblical prophecy.
Sure there have been many predictions, folk pointing to the Mayan calendar, for example,
(It not prophetic, by the way), but accuracy wise, the Bible having no parallel.
So what things are happening just as predicted? — and this, just prior to Earth’s end and Christ’s coming;
And why through the Christian Bible I’d recommend that every person be avidly thumbing.
And though some of these things may well sound familiar, we’re talking about a rapid increase,
And a greater intensity as well — and until Christ’s return to this Earth, they won’t ease or cease.
“I thought so,” you might say, I beginning with earthquakes, tsunamis and other calamities,
And including all manner of disasters, famines, pestilences-cum-every kind of disease.
And mixed with this, wars and rumours of wars, distress among nations, many hearts failing for fear,
And the love of many growing cold due to an increase in lawlessness — chaos everywhere.
But take note of this too: People becoming lovers of themselves, (self-love such a big thing today,
Many so self-focussed, they narcissistic, vain, puffed up — hence that "cool" image that some display).
And folk becoming ungrateful, treacherous, arrogant, boasters — they glorying in their shame —
(Such so oft seen), and many professing Christianity when they’re only Christian in name.
And this not only predicted, but it all in the Bible, where it also mentions as well
That folk will become inhuman, they brutes, slanderers, haters of good, and the cause of much ill.
And they also abusive, disobedient to their parents, reckless and hooked on pleasure,
Money having them well and truly in its grip, and they, piling up treasure upon treasure.
Just like in the days of Noah, it says, the Earth full of violence and corruption-cum-evil,
Few hearts and minds being free of continued selfish and wrong intent, thus the world in upheaval.
And folk scoffing at the mention of a returning Saviour, though false Christs and prophets will appear,
(And could it be that the devil might impersonate Christ, he suddenly appearing here)?
Perhaps you don’t believe in a devil, but there’s clearly an evil force, not just a good one,
Hence why the Bible mentions the following, and this too, prior to the return of Christ the Son,
And that is, that a religious-political power will gain control of Earth, and thus all,
It being a persecuting power, which Christ will destroy on His return, its cruel reign a gall.
And it being a copy of an old power.
And all who bow to its enforced dogma — treacherous heresy — will then suffer the same fate,
They having also suffered from plagues due to their folly, God having warned, they seeing too late.
And hence why I mention this, for if it’s true, and God having lovingly warned us via His Word,
We would be fools to ignore such, and more so if Noah were true, and a worldwide flood had occurred.
Yes, believe it or not, such stated in the Bible, its words oft backed by archaeology,
And it proven to be historically accurate, and so far, hasn’t flunked some prophecy.
Therefore, with the Bible having such a track record, and it lauded by millions everywhere,
I’d rather believe it than not, for where’d one stand should Christ and His Word prove true, and He appear?
Oh, one other thing: We’re told that amazing “signs and wonders” will accompany this power,
Such no doubt in order to authenticate it, and people thus fooled, for oh, how things turn sour.
Yes, it at first lamb-like, but then a nasty dragon, which is why I’d be watching carefully,
And checking this and checking that, and should I see such unfolding, acting very hastily.
At the end of the day, even a fool can see that something’s in the wind, Earth on borrowed time,
And hence the folly of not taking such seriously, lest too late, one hear that midnight chime.
But you know, given what love we do see, such just has to come from somewhere, and hence why I believe
That there is a God, one who created this Earth, and over its fall was duly seen to grieve.
And I believe that He’s coming back again, His first visit providing grace and hope for all,
But only should one accept Him as their Lord and Saviour, and on His life changing power call.
For it’s clear that we’re all sin sick; and that this Earth’s another doomed Titanic — it going down —
And hence my poem, for your choice, dear friend, will determine whether you're rescued or whether you'll drown.
By Lance Landall
"The day is not distant, and it may be very near, when we shall all have to fight the battle of the Reformation
over again"
Sir Robert Peel (1788-1850)
"We must move as quickly as possible to a one-world government; a one-world religion; under a one-world leader."
Robert Muller, former Assistant Secretary General of the United Nations
"...And all the world marveled and followed the beast [power]" (Rev 13:3, NKJV).
“For when they shall say, peace and security; then shall sudden destruction come upon them, as the pains
upon her that is with child, and they shall not escape.” (1Thess 5:3, Douay-Rheims Version).
Regarding
the persecuting power ["beast"], you may wish to check out the book of
Revelation, chapter 13, verses 11-18; chapter 14, verses
9-13; and chapter 16. Certain relevant texts can be seen on my poem list page,
Christian section.
A few of my Christian poems cover this subject matter in greater detail.
The following poem contains Christian content necessary for the purpose.
There's No Eternally Burning Hell
The biggest lie and monstrous claim ever perpetrated, and oft in God’s name,
Is that there’s an eternally burning Hell, some cruel place that’s always aflame.
And that there, those whom God has deemed unworthy of eternal life, are burning,
And for evermore — yes, an evil claim that every person should be spurning.
Why? Because firstly, any God who claims to be the God of love, and is so,
Wouldn’t act so barbarically, for such the very opposite would show.
Yes, such being the act of a callous being, one lacking in wisdom and mercy,
For who’d punish any forever whose lifespan-cum-wrong passes so quickly?
"
"As surely as I live, declares the Sovereign Lord, I take no pleasure
in the death of the wicked, but rather that they turn from their ways
and live' " (Ezekiel 33:11, NIV).
Talk about a miscarriage of justice, and bear in mind the following too,
That those who were spared such a Hell, would hardly be at peace given that gross view.
In other words, they not only knowing that a loved one was always burning,
But such able to see, and thus no doubt why they would be tossing and turning.
All why we don’t lock folk up for life who break the speed limit, nor torture them,
For there’d soon be a hue and cry, and thus we quick to such perverseness condemn.
And why a God who’s far more intelligent than us wouldn’t act so badly,
So over the top, but rather, carefully balance punishment with mercy.
Secondly, the belief that the unworthy burn in some Hell eternally,
Came about as a result of Greek influence distorting things terribly.
Oh yes, some point to the Bible itself, but where the Bible speaks of some Hell,
It’s the grave or the quick and complete destruction of those whom Christ will farewell.
Though the Bible appears to speak of an eternal torment, such isn’t so,
It oft using metaphoric language, and this fact other Bible texts show.
For on the other hand it speaks of those who’re consumed by fire as being no more,
Just ashes that are trodden on, and thus why one should always further explore.
Yes, justice will indeed have its day, (because it must), and this Earth will soon end,
But none who don’t ascend on Christ’s return, eternity in some Hell will spend.
No, such is as off-track as that belief that God hates Gay folk, when it’s their acts,
And why all should exchange any myths and heresies for true biblical facts.
The truth is, that God hates no one, but only any wrong-cum-evil they do,
For He’s a Holy, righteous God, a God of goodness who’s faithful, kind and true.
Not one who’d torture folk eternally, and why He hates any kind of wrong,
He calling such sin and rebellion, such so typical of us, Earth’s fallen throng.
God’s Word tells us that Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed by "eternal" fire,
But are they still burning? No! And therefore, Hell the invention of a liar.
In other words, it a satanic invention, both pagan and untruthful,
One that misinterprets the Bible’s figurative speech — it not biblical.
Yes, a false belief that has made God look like a monster, a sadistic one,
Rather than a loving God who died that we might live, and who said, “Cruelty shun.”
For cruelty’s purely the work of a devil who’s behind a fallen world, and
Thus has nothing to do with a Saviour who has nail prints in each foot and hand.
By Lance Landall
“...‘As surely as I
live, declares the Sovereign Lord,
I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked,
but rather that they turn from
their ways and live…’ ” (Ezekiel 33:11, NIV).
“For the Lord shall rise up as in Mount Perazim,
He shall be wroth as in the Valley of Gibeon,
that He may do His work, His
strange work; and bring to pass His act, His strange
act [it’s foreign to
His nature to destroy]” (Isaiah 28:21, KJV).
" 'Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant and every evildoer will be stubble, and that
day that is coming will set them on fire,' says the Lord Almighty. "Not a root or a branch will be left to them. But for
you who revere My name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings. And you will go out and leap
like calves released from the stall. Then you will trample down the wicked; they will be ashes under the soles of
your feet on the day when I do these things," says the Lord Almighty" ( Mal 4:1-3, NIV).
A few of my Christian poems cover this subject matter in greater detail.
The following poem contains Christian content necessary for the purpose.
No One's Gone Anywhere
Okay, so you’re not a Christian, but let me fill you in on a few things, friend,
And despite what most Christians think: No one goes to Heaven until this Earth’s end.
Hence why the Christian Bible speaks of an airlift come Christ’s return, and also
Of a resurrection; everyone who’s saved having to wait, and then, upwards go.
Yes, it’s a myth that folk go to Heaven at death, just another heresy,
One that crept into the Christian Church after the old apostles died, sadly.
And why the Bible says that God has a fairer plan in mind, it His return,
When all, and together, (both the saved and unsaved), their happy or sad fate will learn.
And hence why the Christian Bible talks of a separation that will take place;
The saved termed “sheep” and the unsaved termed “goats” — the latter, eternal death to face.
And not because God wants them destroyed, but they effectively making that choice,
One group responding, and the other group rejecting His loving, warning voice.
And hence why there’s no departed loved ones on the other side, Heaven or Hell,
For such is purely the thinking of those who don’t know the Bible very well.
And why mediums have a field day, they milking that erroneous belief,
Thus preying on the gullible and vulnerable, making money out of grief.
So where are the dead? Still on Earth, they metaphorically sleeping, we’re told,
And they, unable to speak, move, or even breathe, they lifeless and deathly cold.
In other words, they no more until their Creator returns, He the life-giver,
Who from the grave, or the surrounding chaos of the times, such will deliver.
Yes, and no soul that meantime departs, such nothing but more foolish nonsense too,
Which, sad to say, also crept into the Christian Church, a doctrine that’s askew.
For each of us is a soul, not has a soul, and why we say, “That poor old soul,”
Who, just like us come their death, ceases to be anything, hence that plot-cum-hole.
But one from which they’ll very soon be delivered if having chosen wisely,
For it’s clear that Earth’s on borrowed time — and we, sad and broken humanity.
In other words, in need of a Saviour; a heavenly one-cum-Christ the Son,
Who’ll return as soon as His Judgment’s over, such having already begun.
By Lance Landall
“Now he [Paul] reasoned about righteousness, self-control, and the judgment to come,
Felix was afraid…” (Acts 24:25, NKJV).
“He [an angel] said in a loud voice, ‘Fear God and give Him glory, because the hour of His judgment has come,
Worship Him who made the heavens, the earth, the sea and the springs of water’ ” (Rev 14:7, NIV).
“ ‘For the Son of Man is going to come in His Father’s glory with His angels, and then He
will reward each person according to what he has done’ ” (Matt 16:27, NIV).
“ ‘Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with Me, and I will give to everyone according
to what he has done’ ” (Rev 22:12, NIV).
“These [faithful heroes of the Bible] were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what
had been promised [they didn’t go the Heaven-cum-receive eternal life]. God had planned something better for
us
so that only together with us would they be made perfect [they will
have to wait to receive immortality]”
(Heb 11:39,40, NIV).
A few of my Christian poems cover this subject matter in greater detail.
The following poem contains Christian content necessary for the purpose.
It's Us, Not God!
There’s no question that whether you believe in God or not, Earth’s coming to some end,
A fact that’s surely clear, for look at the state of this Earth and society, friend.
Yes, both in a dreadful state, perilous state, and thus coming apart at the seams,
And why we need to take stock of where we’re at, face reality, not cling to dreams.
So why’s it all happening, and is God, (for some reason), responding angrily,
He supposedly behind all the mayhem, each disaster and calamity?
The answer? No! But rather, that He's been slowly withdrawing His restraining hand
Given the growing wickedness that has been accelerating in every land.
But you know, if God didn’t withdraw His restraining hand, far more folk would be lost,
They not awakened from their self-imposed slumber, folly-cum-distractions that cost.
And thus they not ready nor prepared for Christ’s return, even scoffing at the thought,
Having no belief in God at all, or not having given such the thought they ought.
The truth is, that it’s not God who’s been causing anything, but dumb humanity,
Folk having largely repudiated all that once protected society.
And then there're those offenders, some with agendas, some who’d like to control us all,
Or who simply bring ill on others via their selfishness, wickedness or wrong call.
However, given all I’ve said, God can’t stand idly by, and let’s remember too,
That He’s given us plenty of time to get our act together, like we should do.
Or rather, should've done, for who created us, gave us life we wouldn’t have had
If it wasn’t for His generous nature; and He, not guilty of all that's bad...
And with every right to be hopping mad.
Thus, be it earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanoes or storms, it’s a sign of the times, friend,
For such ills are on the increase-cum-planet Earth convulsing as it nears its end.
And God not to blame, but man, though much the result of a planet in its death throes,
Aided by irresponsible caretakers — us — which, (sadly so), glaringly shows…
And God no longer prepared to hold things back.
By Lance Landall
“ ‘There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars. On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the
roaring and tossing of the sea [destructive forces of nature]. Men will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is
coming on the world, for the heavenly bodies will be shaken. At that time they will see the Son of Man
coming in a cloud with power and great glory’ ” (Luke 21:25-27, NIV).
“ ‘...and there will be famines and earthquakes’ ”
(Matt 24:6,7, NASB).
A few of my Christian poems cover this subject matter in greater detail.
The following poem contains Christian content necessary for the purpose.
Sorry, Michael
Yes, sorry, Michael, but we aren’t the world, for it’s much bigger — a universe —
And why we can’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again, and only nurse.
And why it’s best we not fall for some “come together” delusion, man-made plan,
For look at history, and all those clever disguises so common to man.
In fact, the Bible talks about the whole world wrongly following some power;
In other words, a global system operating prior to Earth’s End-time hour.
So, while the idea of us all joining hands sounds nice, it’s more a fantasy,
As a majority’s as much a threat as a powerful minority.
And hence why we should shun both dangers, opting for what has generally been,
Rather than some new kid on the block connected to a past and ugly scene.
Or a global village that lumps all together like it or not, and why we
Should prize civil and religious liberty and individuality.
No, we aren’t the world, Michael, just a part of it, so let’s not get carried away,
For all the kings horses and all the kings men can’t do a thing, despite what they say.
Best we work on ourselves and await the return of Someone who can fix things,
For out of any pious words and actions of men, evil somehow still springs.
By Lance Landall
A few of my Christian poems cover this subject matter in greater detail.
These poems are best read in conjunction with the "Purpose" page.
