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‘Soulful Fight’

True love. When you’re willing do hard love to save another person…when you sacrifice your own self, your own heart, to force the heal, God sees. When you do that, you’ve done Jesus’ work…laying a foundation for His love to take over.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken on November 9th. The bride and groom. The sign of Jonah plays an important part in this image. Resurrection. Heal.

 Soulful Fight
  
 I went after the leprosy
 with everything I had–
 in my raging diplomacy
  
 as you crucified me
 I forced my eyes in see
 there was evil lurking–
 in supremacy
 it had you by the balls–
 sucking you up
 in turbulency
  
 so I forced the trenchancy
 put my own life–
 in uneasy
 fighting in urgency
 in a faith-based vagrancy
 using a ferocious vulgarity
 mixed with heart-filled tranquility
  
 it was a war in predominancy
 a constant in persistency
 with a Jesus†-driven prophecy
 in scripture proficiency
  
 I refused to give in–
 to its juvenile delinquency
 as it continued
 its obvious redundancy
  
 no...I had a certain resiliency
 a God†-powered superiority
 –a whole lot of
 bayou-girl tenacity
  
 I wavered all my
 constitutionality
 plus my respectability
 –my inward-driven notability
  
 yeah, I rebuked its notoriety
 with a whole lot of animosity
 a bit of flavored immaturity
 –a bit of raging hostility
  
 no matter the difficulty
 I broke its embedded dynasty
  
 all to save your soul
 from a firing eternity!

‘Good of Earth’

Reason…in my personal life…because they had a dark secret as well! The guilty help the guilty. So, when the victim of a crime screams wolf….all the wolves help the wolf.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this writing was taken on October 23rd. It is the white dove that I write about later in this writing when talking about the Sign of Jonah!

 Good of Earth
  
 healing begins
 in the heart
 setting pride aside
 that which tears us apart
 letting out the light
 which brightens stars
 building another's heart
 by halting pain
 from the start
  
 without this healing bark
 pain lives on
 adding to its cart
 more parts of the dark
 stripping lives
 –that mercy of heart
 building the prince of the earth
 –it's army in surf
  
 it is only through
 admittance, accountability
 that we add a ball
 in curve
 understanding...fully
 who we serve
  
 by casting out
 pain's dart
 dealing immediately
 byway of God's†
 merciful heart
 that we justify
 Jesus'† part
  
 His† death wasn't a fart
 for the innocent–
 always pay the heaviest cost
  
 go to the cross
 then sort
 –the heaviness
 won't be a part
  
 hide in the dark
 deny the sort
 –the heaviness
 becomes the burden
 in pain's cross
 becoming too difficult
 to sort
 leading us to
 true intimacy
 of the dark
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‘Death March’

Deal! Lies kill. Lies destroy. Manipulation and living a fake life…God sees ALL!

 Death March
  
 God† brings in tests
 evil, the prince of sin
 freely plays
 for the win
 –it's all testing
 each person involved
 in each test
  
 who's going to lie
 who's going to hide
 who's going to fall
 to ego and pride
 who's going to confess
 ease their soul
 to rest
  
 who's truly the enemy
 in disguise
 in captivity
 –on their backs
 a haunting spirit
 lost in unrest
  
 who's going to pass blame
 who's the target
 of their aim
 who'll seal it
 with a kiss
 of a snake's hiss
  
 God† uses each
 for each's test
 –those fallen
 to the hiss
 covering up their sin
 for secrets
 shh, hush, hush
 are best
 protecting their darkness
 as they steal innocence
 –do whatever it takes–
 blacken a stolen light
  
 God† sends in
 the hardest tests
 –the devil's unquenchable taste
 its darkened thirst of lust–
 to those His† heart knows
 will win
 –taking its time
 in condemn–
 rebuilding
 for His† brethren
 as the eating away
 takes its place
 of the one
 who brought in sin
 or rather–
 those covering up–
 the true ones in sin
 the ones forbidding
 the healing
 protecting their own skin
 –they are the ones
 to the pit...condemned
 failing God's† tests
 for their own
 fake rest
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‘Your ‘Why”

For the morning dove, how sweet it is to finally know the truth. The decision to live life over society byway of the truth is the most courageous act of love mankind could ever witness.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this writing was taken October 23.

 Your 'Why'
  
 I know your why
 it's okay
 you...no longer
 have to just get by
 it's okay
 lay it out–
 let yourself cry
  
 before you came back
 in this earthly body–
 you made a truth
 in decide
 a cross to occupy
 in honor of the One†
 on the cross...died
  
 you came here
 in His† honor
 to experience
 then to testify
 to stab that evil prince
 in the eye
  
 no one else
 made such a decide
 you already knew–
 the truth
 behind the lie
  
 you came here
 to verify
 –put an end
 to the genocide
  
 of all the crimes
 added to this homicide
 you chose the worse
 in horrify
 the one left out
 in write
 the one to evil
 to supply–
 stripping dignify
 of the preciousness
 of the Magi†
  
 your importance
 now...in verify
 the love
 in transcribe
 not in implied
 not in modified
 not in mystified
 never...again...in nullify
 but in exemplified
 –for you died
 in deny
 then resurrected
 in verify
 on how to beat
 evil's formaldehyde
  
 for out of vampire
 you fought the fires
 to break the liars
 of their infested pesticide
 elevating the life
 of Jesus Christ†
  
 for you...and you alone–
 chose to bear the cross
 that didn't even
 live in deny
 –one hidden by evil
 to awaken and thrive
 –stealing little lives
 for sake of die!
  
 you will change the ride
  
 for you came back
 to experience
 then testify
  
 this...the meaning
 of your why
  
 so do it...outwardly cry
 for your cross
 reasons...from way up high
 –a dove in flight
 for all mankind

‘Fight!’

Crimes against you…it’s nothing to do with you. It’s a test of will…those God holds dearest are tested the hardest. Don’t give up! Don’t lose faith.

 Fight!
  
 put your heart
 into it
 fight the beast
 of it
 cry, yell, scream‒
 beat the walls
 of it
 ‒tear it down
 to bits
 you got this
 all the evil‒
 resist
  
 fight, fight, fight it
  
 you can get
 the best of it
  
 strip it, yank it
 ‒it wasn't your bit
 it wasn't your fault‒
 in any of it
  
 destroy that bitch
  
 fight, fight, fight
  
 punch the shit
 out of it
 be bigger than it
 you've got this
  
 scream...hiss!
  
 tear it
 to fucking bits
  
 fight! fight!
 fight it!

‘Undo What’s Done’

You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!

 Undo What's Done
  
 you are His† son
 a tiny dot of sun‒
 that can wage wars
 beneath the stars
 from so close
 yet so far
  
 I feel it all‒
 deep inside
 ‒you have
 what it takes
 undo what's done
 ‒show the world
 your sum
  
 you are His† son
 larger than life
 cut by a knife
 bleeding deep‒
 from the inside
 ‒throw it, throw it
 far from your outside
 grow outward‒
 don't hide
  
 prove to Him†
 you are more‒
 than just a son
  ‒you are a light
 shining
 from a darkened sun

‘The Divine’s Chase’ and ‘Chastisement…Useless’

You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. Oh, how true that is!

 The Divine's Chase
  
 simon peter drew his sword
 a high priest's servant‒
 stood before the Lord†
 down came peter's arm
 a broken ear
sounded the alarm
  
 before His† disciples
 before armed men‒
 Jesus† healed that ear‒
 without needing a friend
 still...eyes were crippled
 in shackles, He† was taken
 ‒His† disciples had forsaken
  
 all around today's world
 worshiping of many gods
 still a bended swirl
 ‒so long ago
 what was written
twisted and twirled
  
 miracles shown to all who seen
 a resurrection on bended knees
 still
illusions behind smoke screens
 as common as movie screens
  
 why are you trying to see God†
 when you couldn't...can't
 even see His† Son†
 you can't even feel His† Spirit†
 you can't even be that clever
  
 you question the unseen
 but clearly
you've felt its beam
 you don't question the seen
 but clearly
allow its soul-spirit stealing ream
  
 you follow all these mega-churches
 with their millions in fame
 their fancy sermons
with lights that gleam
 ‒ages of expensive suits
and seats so clean
  
 but you don't see
the poor on the street
 living in dirt
 everyday...with evil...flirt
 you don't see
these millions
helping them
 finding a way
to shoulder them
  
 no...too much a burden
 reputations in forbidden
 on goes their money...overseas
 where eyes don't really see
 ‒truth of the unseen
  
 stories, stories, stories
 history, history, history
  
 how 'bout present day
 all it takes...is faith
 instead of mri'ing the brain
 searching, searching, searching
 for God's† remains‒
 try looking inside
 maybe with Him†
 you'll actually collide!
   
Chastisement...Useless
  
 it's been happening for years
 the truth spills from my pen
 as all disappears
 bringing me to tears
 trying to instill...in me
 all kinds of wicked sins
 instead of standing behind
 that handsome word of friend
 accusing me of witchery
 evil's unkind blend
 breaking my heart
 as I'm witness
to how far a part
 from Jesus†
they have been
  
 being crucified
 I guess
is part of why
 these eyes cry
 not changing my journey's line
 just listening, doing
 words from God†
 I'm ensured I'll fall‒
 from time to time
 by a heart that breaks‒
 from those in deny
 because of an aged-old lie
  
 so go on‒
 say what you have to say
 I know
it isn't the way
 I'm not broken, lost or possessed
 I'm only...here...a guest
 my way...by Him†...blessed
 I'll suffer your curses
 then I'll ride off in a hearse
 but...only this shell
 ‒the truth of me
isn't for sale
 the real of me
to leave this cell
 ‒and home I'll be
 where rings the Divine's† bell
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‘Backlash’

You must learn to fight with your mind!

 Backlash
  
 He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
 –a warning
that will steal your laugh
  
 He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
 seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
  
 His† simplicity‒
 riddled with an interesting sass
 if you fall too far behind
on the graph
 He† has an unwavering strap
 administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
 in a dash
 giving you a chance
to bounce back
 from your deep, darkened nap
  
 but you haven't read
the telegraph
 you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
 you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
 or the blast
 you haven't even heard
the slush
 of His† slow drag
  
 instead
you waddle like an ass
 pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
 while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
  
 round and round
 lap after lap
 slowly distorting Him†
in every class
 mixing it all up–
 commoners can't even grasp
 leaving it all
to be given in mass
 not willing
to take on the task
 –it's all been a trap
  
 the mark of the beast–
 will be an easy lash
 they will be willing–
 without any wording sass
 let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
  
 how to measure gullibility–
 the strength needed
to cure this rash
 will take more
than attending a mass
 or around waist
wrapping a sash
  
 in the mind
will come the nag
 –a played-out invisible rag
 strange thoughts
making a face sag
 doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
 heaviness and confusion–
 mixing it all up in lag
  
 there's a better way to combat
 this dark invisible rag
 –powers hidden
once sealed–
 too high to be grasped
 it's now time
to bathe in its vast
 opening it up–
 the vaults...down...smash
  
 mind for mind...slash
 taking control back
 before the Lamb† comes
in a flash
 open up for a higher stash
 –sorting through trash
 with an energy in splash
  
 yes, He's† coming
 a warning in passing
 a chance to be given
for a new class
 a higher way
fighting in blast
 a choice in self's brass
 –thrive in eternity's musical jazz
 or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap
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‘What Says You’

I am woman and my faith is my Choice!

 What Says You
  
 defiance in its true nature
 reaches those too immature
 to know the difference
 ‒a veiled struggling creature
 avoiding words of the one
true teacher
  
 over two thousand years ago
 blood fell on hands‒
 those in the know
 as they began to sow
 deceptions made
of silver and gold
 dawning black hats and robes
 ignoring what Jesus† came to show
 choices of ignorance
they choose
 ‒God† released His† grasp
His† hold
  
 time slips in its venture
 here and there...new adventures
 ‒words remain
from the one and only teacher
 He† will come
without another lecture
 He† will come
in storms of weather
 they'll be no guessing‒
 go on being the hater, the abuser
 you won't have to wonder
 when it's time‒
 you won't deny
the presence of the creator
  
 so go on...go!
 be the reason
for destruction...hold
 be thoughtless and bold
 He's† coming!
 He's† coming
absent silver and gold
 He's† coming to decide‒
 who stays, who goes
 who rises, who He† shall behold
  
 152...a good number to consider
 ignore...it doesn't matter
 He's† never been the taker
 ‒a constant in giver
 lessons, tests‒
 giving all chances in reconsider
 now His† patience is on the damper
 time is over...in chatter
 get on your knees‒
 be the prayer
 change your heart
to the honest giver
 repent in matters of sinner
 ‒time in choose
is now on the ledger‒
 no turning back‒
 He's†  becoming the taker!
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‘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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