Category: A Poetic Voice

‘Time Allotment’

Healing individual and nation byway of God’s tests!

 Time Allotment
  
 there were so many‒
 but not quite like the three
 babylon, rome, egypt
  
 babylon wiped from the map
 rome...an enemy-insertion trap
 as egypt turns
to left-over scrap
  
 there were many other nations
 tribes around the world
 worshiping their gods
in a swirl
 disappearing...gone
 ‒their gods' validation
  
 God† over-shadows all others
 they last quite a while
then smothered
 God† doesn't interfere
doesn't even bother
 ‒leave them to the world's wonder
 just how many gods
are under the thunder?
  
 once mighty rulers
 having gold and emeralds
 hundreds of years‒
 forcing slaves
to dry them tears
 in each heart
placements of fear
 thousands of years
 controllers held dear
  
 all before: Jesus† appeared
  
 slowly, slowly rulers
 of such magnitude...disappeared
  
 are you blind...think so queer
 that you can out smart‒
 thousands of years!
  
 just three: babylon, rome, egypt
 oh my! thousands of years
 they had reason‒
 held their egos so dear
 forcing love to the rear
 live by hate, pride‒
 the shield...instilling fear
  
 but barely old enough
 to even see rough!
 built up pride and ego
 not even three hundred years!
 laugh, laugh, laugh
 ‒the emptying of the glass
 chances were given
to help you last
 ‒you're just using it in sass
  
 sweet, sweet land of milk and honey
 days are coming less sunny
  
 countries with more maturity
 countries with much more history
 fell to the feet
of the Mystery†
 ancestors left
with no one to call majesty
 ‒take heed to that of sincerity
 you're wasting a gift‒
 too young...a baby
 not even close to maturity
 ego, pride, greed‒
 wasted years in cruelty
 falling to the hands
of evil in royalty!
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‘Renewing Spirit’ and ‘The Awakening’

For the Children…It’s a CHOICE!

 Renewing Spirit
  
 I wake up to an empty dawn
 raise my hands up
 give thanks...without a yawn
 knowing I wasn't deceived
 I wasn't a pawn
 by the One† wiser
than a fawn
  
 take me, take me whole
 in Your† arms...hold
 for I'm just in mold
 clay being recast
in gentle's bold
  
 awaken me
give me strength
 take me from death‒
 wash away my sins
 put joy in my heart
 weaken this defensive anguish
 steady my hands
calm my pulse
 give me the words
 to speak to them
like a boss 
 The Awakening
  
 it is of great joy
 those willing to voice
 ‒given a sincere choice
 bent over
wrapped in foil
 thrown out
like a broken toy
  
 those from suffering
 will be the saving
 their choice
in their hearts
 no need to sort
  
 the warnings
are coming to pass
 make the choice
make it last
 listen to words
already cast
 fires in blast
soon to be coming fast
  
 love, love one another
 protect each other
from evil's smother
 know life
know how to cover
 shielded in hope
 for your coming Brother†
  
 don't be weary
don't be tired
 for the light isn't a liar
 but from the One† higher
 the One†, your deliverer
 your mother, father
brother, sister
 your everlasting Father†
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‘Men of Songs’

Understanding depression and the veils by-way of Job!

 Men of Songs
  
 I thrash out my complaints
 I take the hurt, the blame
 put it all on my shoulders‒
 knowing
through all this rough terrain
 not one showed sincerity
not one came
  
 so I let tears fall
like rain
 open my mouth
my worded train
 feeling alone, empty
worthless...plain
 wondering if I'm really insane
  
 I cast out my stones to You†
 ‒Your† broken little dame
 all these tasks
my life...so drained
 not knowing the final aim
 just take it all in‒
 the arrows of false names
 on invisible ropes...I hang
  
 told...life is but a game
 learn to play it...you win fame
  
 You† and I know‒
 that's not how it's framed
 life isn't at all a game
 You†...no one can tame
 someone so righteous‒
 You† easily cast in flames
 and that person
will never be the same
  
 when this heart
feels weak in faint
 I look at all my I can'ts
 I re-hear all those filthy names
 know...none of them...I ain't
 but I know‒
 I'm such a tiny piece of grain
 and the only fame
to be claimed
 is that of Your† sweet, sweet name
  
 I'm so, so tired
of being maimed
 so tired of lonely's strain
 what have I gained
 on this hateful, lonely lane
  
 I know it's part of Jesus'†
 each and every vein
 I'm so weary...feelings‒
 my work done in vane
 so, I call on you...Jesus†
 please take all my complaints
 straight to our Father†
 ‒pull me out
this agonizing drain
 forgive all my trespasses
 turn me over‒
 to at least one heart
who feels the same
 ‒a bit of hunger
a bit of tame
 to do works of good‒
 in Your† sweet, sweet name
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‘Shelters From Storms’

Using our gifts the right way byway of Matthew! How do we discover our gifts? How to use them? How to multiple our inside wealth? Easy. Listen.

 Shelters From Storms
  
 take these gifts...give them more
 open, open...will be doors
 no more seeking to find
 say this is mine
 it shall be yours
  
 place bets on things
 instead of doors
 what's yours will be no more
  
 treasures are found
 in gifts stored
 open, open the doors
 heal from your sores
 be fierce...the power is yours
  
 take these gifts...do more
 help the needy, help the poor
 put life in their décor
 never asking what for
  
 open, open the door
 don't be the evil's whore
 take what you know‒
 take it and soar
 high, high...my little commodore
 what you wish...will be yours
 for without fear‒
 the Lord†, you adored!
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‘Solitary Confinement’

The truth of planting seeds by-way of Jeremiah! It’s time for hurting to take the personal responsibility to heal.

 
 Solitary Confinement
  
 they're out there enjoying life
 those who lied and betrayed
 while she sits in silence
 waiting for her time
  
 they all believe the opposite
 of what is true
 they are all blinded in fool
 while her tears cause her to drool
 praying...her inward tool
 for being condemned
 doing what she was supposed to do
  
 all abandoned her
 deciding to judge
 where no judgment was due
 pitying her–
 where no pitying was due
  
 so she accepts the cross
 ‒knowing full well...who's in charge
 in the waves of other's flaws
 like a rage doll...she was tossed
  
 but her hopes
stayed with the light
 their insecurities
weren't even her fight
 in her eyes
she just watched their blight
 screamed at them
in her troubled fight
 thinking it was her right
 standing up for herself
against the night
 those suffering for lack of insight
 in only the Lord†
can things ever be right
  
 yes, she watched...screamed
 with all her might
 years of blight‒
 but it was never her fight
 ‒she was already in the light
  
 so she waits...sometimes in cry
 accepting the silence
 her temporary confinement
 for ever lasting enlightenment
 as those who suffer inside
 play with false lives
on the outside
 ‒the lost coveting what they lost
 concealing in lies...lost
 not knowing what it means
 to take it to the cross
  
 yes, they condemn her, judge her
 placing her in depressed...lost
 when all the while‒
 what they refused to see
 she was always a faithful child
 of the Boss†!
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‘Hold Them Hard!’ and ‘Rest in Certainty

Our Lord is demanding of today’s society through Ezekiel: Accountability and personal responsibility! 

 Hold Them Hard!
  
 don't let up
 they must see love
 it's coming from above
 ‒not in some tattered glove
 to the side...to be shoved
  
 give them the hard
 look beyond the stars
 way, way up...far
 help them remove scars
 rise up...be hard
 ‒make them see the cards
  
 don't give up!
 hear words of the morning dove
 they are all the cubs
 make a fuss
 even if you have to cuss
 don't...don't give up
  
 so many are in starve
 needing life in carve
 open up, open up the jar
 be the worded bar
 know I'm† here in hard
  
 instruction in the shove
 My† little turtle dove
 no worries for the fluff
 I'm† done with that stuff
 it's coming
to the push and shove
 and...I'm† the shove
 I† give you the boxing gloves 
 Rest in Certainty
  
 take time My† child
 rest...take care of self
 you're off the shelf
 I† came in to help
 it wasn't in a matter of stealth
 you played well
the cards I† dealt
  
 sit back...relax
 it's okay to wonder
 but I'm† the thunder, the rain
 I'm† the shoulder that came
 be gentle with self
 –you understand the meat
 –and the milk
  
 so just relax
 in good time
 all this rhyme
 will be understood in kind
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‘A Waiting Maze’

God patiently awaits for you to choose by-way of Zechariah! The 4th message to you ‘Today’s Society’. It’s up to you to listen!

 A Waiting Maze
  
 He's† not going to help
 what you can do yourself
 be wise, full of zeal
 each other...truth...tell
 don't condemn your brother
 stay clear and calm of harm
 evil...raise alarms
 don't buy into charm
  
 recognize...yes, recognize
 what's in disguise
 your responsibility
your turn to be wise
 see through lies
 it's time to stop the randomize
 heal those traumatized
 ‒save them from lies
  
 there's no such thing as elves
 ‒must believe in self
 feelings for another...felt
 in order for you to help
  
 you've wasted enough time
 draw that much needed line
 understand...the Divine†
 before it's too late
to even try
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‘When You Are Sure!’

The veils revealed through Ezekiel 38 and 39.

 When You Are Sure!
  
 self righteousness
won't get you far
 look to the stars
 get out of your cars
 stare
not at mars...stars
  
 your petty judgments
 your petty arguments
 have not compared to wars
 the Lord† has charged
  
 out of peace
He† can forge
 start from nothing...wars
 use the enemy
for a cause
 that didn't exist
until veils barged
  
 your evil thoughts
won't get you too far
 for He's† in charge!
  
 you don't have a say
on your part
 when He† needs
to move forward‒
 His† barge!
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‘Resorting Backwards’

Warnings For Today’s Society By-Way of Malachi. The message is clear. We can’t go on ignoring the signs, the Word. Okay, go on if you’d like. If you’re willing to gamble with your soul. Not your life, your soul!

(July 14, 2019)―My journey is getting more and more interesting. Two days ago, I wrote ‘Orchestrated Part’, about the veils and the Jews’ part in the crucifixion.

Reminder: I write what is sent to me. When the Bible plays a part, I usually ask, What do You want me to write today? or I just open the Bible and there it is! Very rarely am I told to close the Bible and reopen…though it happens; and sometimes when it is about politics, I close the book because I just don’t want to write about politics. This has been happening to me since 2013-14, so I don’t even question anymore.

Okay, now that you are reminded. I can give a rat’s ass if you don’t believe this. I’m doing what I’m told. I accept…on full terms…you ignorance of crazy!

Today’s writing ‘Resorting Backwards’…all I can say is things are getting serious. It actually plays like a continuation to ‘Orchestrated Part’.

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‘Orchestrated Part’

The orchestrated part of the Jews in Jesus’ death…the same In me and YOU! The veils! The veils are put on to teach us, in order for us to grow! Trust is so very important!

 Orchestrated Part
  
 it was a very long time ago
 still...its people hold
to pride and ego
 passing on lies
 why Christ†, on the cross, died
 they knew the why
 –at least some on the side
 but following the crowd–
 far greater than the One†
up beyond the clouds
  
 a man who'd done miracles
 right in their faces
 they refuse to believe
was of God†
 they saw then denied
 all past scripture
went out windows
 all evidence given to see
 in their books
coming to life
 ‒it wasn't ignorance or strife
 but veils hiding the light
  
 they were presented the truth
 still...they remained in fool
 those veils...heavy tools
 when God† has something
for you to do
 no different for the jews, too
 since Jesus'† blood
sealing covenant...in new
 for me and you…had to come true
  
 they were given a choice
 free-will's uncanny voice
 pontius...in his armored hide
 what ya want me to do?
 with a mixed emotion in his eye
 after all...he was a tool, too
 for the role he played with the Jew†
  
 they had a choice: all they saw–
 this wasn't a game with toys
 this was a life
put in their hands
 a life of the light
 to decide...their very right
 the ultimate test
 to trust and confess
 or to kill...remain in unrest
  
 the veils...so heavy to wear
 testing the hearts everywhere
  
 pride, ego...closed eyes
 to kill...Jesus† must die
  
 He† had to die anyway
 it was already a paved way
  
 they weren't wise to that
 –after the third day
 everything became fact
 ignorance came in
took its crap
 history didn't change–
 everything written
didn't change
 just the veils...God's† will
 ‒they didn't appreciate that
 being used as tools
 instead of accepting their role
 they denied
the light's gold
 defying God†
a purposeful stroll
 passing on lies...in deny
  
 some...sincerely
knowing the truth
 but hiding, coveting
 wearing black gowns
 mourning their loss
 ego, pride's heavy cost
  
 they bang their heads
at the wall
 they pray, pray, pray
 in their heart–
 (God's† not going
to do their part)
 in their hearts
they must acknowledge
their part
 accept it, appreciate it
 then praise Jesus Christ†
the Lord†
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