‘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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‘Cinderella’

I didn’t see that coming! In a million plus a million years, I would have never come close to guessing what their secret was, what drove them to such extremes to cancel out my life for theirs!

Note: The picture that accompanies this work was taken October 23, 2019. The All-Seeing Eye…God sees everything. The orb on my lips…I speak the truth!

Cinderella
 
forever the middle
the chaos of this riddle
a blind-sided fable
so unstable
realizing
I was the bunt
of the whole tittle-tattle
 
as I stuck
to principle
–the older and the little–
used my endless babble
my life to chisel
my words to embezzle
to form the equivocal
turning away all eyes
from their hidden wrinkle
 
I became the variable
setting me up in miserable
my life...nonnegotiable
 
in their minds
of corruptible
it was justifiable
even ethical
whatever it took–
for themselves...beneficial
as I became
the lamb in sacrificial
–so they can live
in superficial
 
I'm no longer
their brothel
I take my self back
in a fucking loud rustle
I set myself up
in acquittal
 
I've never held
their ways in immoral
I'm the emotional
a God†-creature
in natural
 
I'm not the older
or the little
I'm the middle
about it all
I'll gladly write
every riddle
that's my glass slipper
no longer–
a need in rebuttal
I'm the documentarian
–the truth in
forever's portrayal
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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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‘Shouldering Damage’

You deal and accept the physical damage caused by narcissism’s carelessness

 
Shouldering Damage
 
upon her shoulders
carries the weight–
shouldering damage
from those who couldn't stay
–a go-getter
they couldn't take
she...never wanting‒
any kinda hate
‒that was never
her intended fate
‒she let love lead the way
ending in heavy price's
to pay
 
only in moments
she lived in sedate
all them medical doctors
had to medicate
she just needed room‒
a bit of space
to grasp the idea
of her body ache
never using it as an escape
‒it hurt...and she was its bait
 
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
 
upon her shoulders‒
she wears the cape
an anti-depressant to mask
a different kinda ache
–emotional chains
she couldn't tolerate
a burning heart
left in saturate
mixed with anger
lust and hate
screaming
without intentional berate
from love
that just couldn't stay
 
then again‒
she let love be her mate
a heart damaged‒
in too many ways
–again...a turn in obliterate
a brain burned in uncultivate
all that damage‒
on her shoulders
in blissful weight
men who couldn't bear
the cape
of her physical‒
being in waste
 
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
 
she now wears‒
a suit of armor
from love's mate
as the heavy scars from fake–
I can't stay
you...I could only tolerate
builds her face
straight to a destiny's fate–
the writer in massive create
 
she...to never deny God
in whatever she faced
so she shoulders damage
left behind–
by carelessness
and self hate
building her rose‒
from a destroyer's
intentional state
 
she knows‒
she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–others led her to fall
not caring
the damage at all
 
oh! how
she can stand tall–
she picked herself up
from the fall
using the rest of her life
in God's hall
lost to true love's
missed call
she knows‒
she gave it her all
–it was not her
that caused
the fall!
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‘Hidden Treasure’

Discovering the hidden treasure in yourself!

 Hidden Treasure
 
I found it
in the mince of broken
it was afraid and hidden
an abundantly harvested token
‒over used and forsaken
 
I took it in
without fear's notion
‒not even feeling a demotion
I bathed
in its scented potion
rolled around
in its storied creation
 
I overlooked‒
its wicked formation
for I saw‒
a different translation
‒one that needed
a believer's gratification
one with a heart-filled formulation
 
I listened
to its every beckon
sometimes, in stages of drunken
 
all around...deemed it poison
something to be shackled‒
in a far-away prison
 
I threw out‒
traditionalized opinions
nothing stuck‒
rotten or forbidden
its scent just heightened
‒nothing could be wrong
or mistaken
 
I moved like lightening
intentional burns‒
gone...forgotten
‒days passing slow, steadfast‒
good ridden!
I drove it‒
to an endless vacation
‒whatever conviction
out...came my eviction
 
I smiled as I saw its rising
all my stops...fully opened
pulling it out of hopeless‒
with my inner-most motivation
‒a darkened star had risen!
 
I fought everything
in grand petition
every inside concentration‒
I put aside
rose to the occasion
‒with the fierceness of driven
this hidden treasure
overcoming every treason
to become the lamination
of a new generation!
 
stop!....
 
reveal
came its different ideas written
all avenues taken‒
off records...stricken
–beating all those defeating‒
overcoming...petitions
a losing validation!
 
I lost to its mention
‒there...in its private station
came to life‒
its own treasure hidden
in all its careful motions‒
belts and strings
forcefully tightened
 
I craved to be enlightened
–nothing valued...given
anything to elevate my vision
halted in moments of frighten
 
I fought constant bent roads‒
tried to straighten
tried to remember each lesson
through all that glistened‒
it had its own secrets woven
‒knowledge in listen
mixing up pointless decisions
taking all the forgivens
icing them‒
in the forever of frozen
 
yes, I found it
in the mince of broken
it was afraid and hidden
an abundantly harvested token
‒over used and forsaken
 
but all the good of will‒
off...steadily shakened
breathing‒
living a horrid token
in anger's hidden conviction
‒all that's been stolen‒
on others
its constant reliving
 
it found its way‒
in rebuilding
using knowledge given
slashing‒
all help's salutations
keeping to itself‒
a stolen formulation
‒to avoid sharing‒
treasures hidden
as I sit
in lost wanderings–
moments
I took it
out of forsaken
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‘Anger’s Infest’

Anger wants you steadfast! God wants you moving forward!

 Anger's Infest
 
feel it beneath your skin
evil's way of getting within
actions in horror's den
‒ways of evil's perfect sin
 
it'll trap you in cussing
it'll condemn you in swearing
pulling at you...probing
wanting your reaction
for it's only satisfaction
 
it'll take all
of your triggering notions
you...down...dragging
as it smiles
in sadistic laughing
craving your giving in
your fight...it's welcoming
celebrating
your mind's condemn
 
anger...evil's infested gem
words, actions
its consistency in playing
wanting you
self to defend
so it can celebrate
in its win
 
feel it beneath your skin
evil's way of getting within
actions in horror's den
‒ways of evil's perfect sin
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‘Unconditional Terms’

‘Unconditional’ Fades When Another Takes Your Place!

A sample from Book 12

(July 25, 2018 [Didn’t post on Facebook.])—When toxicity takes its toll, there’s nothing to say or do.

A weak heart turns to go, finds a new heart to rip apart. A strong heart cries alone, struggling to regain ground, move on. You don’t lose to cheating. You lose to betrayal. That’s why those who don’t marry, stay single. They can just hang it up, move on to another. The faithful one can’t do this.

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‘Knife’

Surviving the Knife of Those Who Betray You!

A sample from Book 12

(April 21, 2018)—That knife becomes weaker when we gain the support of others, when we start to see the true meaning behind our life. That knife doesn’t come out that easy especially when you see everyone’s true disclosure.

There’s so much to say, then there’s nothing to say. I have this much on my mind: If they don’t want to see you, it doesn’t matter what you say or do, they won’t see you.

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‘The Bitch of It’

Sometimes you just gotta to be a bitch!

A sample from Book 12

  The Bitch of It
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
 
first they want thin
then they want fat
first they want blond
then they want black
first they want
a down-with-it bitch
then they want
a church-going chick
first they want
the naught of it
then they want just sit
first they want
the free-thinking kind‒
intelligent and shit
then they make
the do-it-my-way dip
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
 
first they want
drama-free tits
then they add the fits
first they want
the sex-driven licks
then they forget how to kiss
first they want real's click
then goes backwards the flips
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒setting confusion's tick
 
it's all the bitch of it
flip, flip, flip
when you're trying
to get a grip
the crap of it...clip
 
old bitches come in to sip
trying to slyly unzip
when down falls
their run-away crib
 
new bitches force in a rip
sending those pussy pics
flirting to get a hit
trying to fill
voids in the flip
 
for a secured woman's commit‒
it's all a big trip
a playground's nip
she doesn't have time to rip
‒quivering lips curl
to laugh's fit
because....
she's the bitch of it
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