‘A Gone Again Flower’ (God)

‘A Gone Again Flower’ (God) ‘…before the appointed time arrives and that day sweeps on like chaff, before the fierce anger of the Lord comes upon you, before the day of the Lord’s wrath comes upon you. Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land, you who do what He commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you will be sheltered on the day of the Lord’s anger.’—Zephaniah 2:1-3

A Gone Again Flower (God) 

mixed emotions
brings in more confusion
without knowing Him†
the one I† sent

why are you so light
in the head

open up the vessel
spread
stop seeing the color red
listen to words read

it is in these words
that I† lay
the Father Almighty God†
whimsing up courage
for you to pray

as time moves on
the course set
for a country's vastness
all the words sent
through the ages
were sincere

I† don't waste

a pillaging
of the innocent

in secret
you don't hear
their cries
but out in the open
you may see common sense

how dull you are
to pillage My† seed
your sexual gratifications
your impurities
enormous and vast

an awakening wonder
open your sleepy eyes
to the ways of God†
Me†!
the one and only living
creator

you've been asleep for too long

I† am moving
feel Me† moving

My† seed longs to hear
your retribution
your redemption
against all your 
condemnations

why do you remain
so silent
until silence is screaming
in red

it is not metal upon metal
that causes your bleakness
it is the absence of Him†
that brings the weakness

'o prostituted forum
spiteful need for greed
more and more things
taking the place of Me†

hypocrites!

I† call you in play
the vastness of your
ignorant display
your entertaining ways
your adulthood gone astray
wanting the innocent
to grow too fast
in your enormous vastness
in your enormous solitude
of compliance
to man's awesome
greediness

awaken 'o massness
of multitudes
you have shut down 
humanist
the emotional bases
of life

you have taken confusion
passed its blame
on young minds
who aren't mature enough
to compute

you 'o adultness
trying to force the compute
changing portions
of the innocent
without their mature consent
pushing your greediness
on their young minds
giving them maturity
in immature minds

'o blasphemous agony!
you have forsaken
the seed of My† youth
passing blames
instead of ownership
you are at hand
in My† wrath!

'o arrogance of time
your sympathy doesn't count
your waywardness
will ripen

the children will come
into maturity
and strip you of yours!

you let them be misused
for comfort
without understanding
without vanity of trial

'o justice see truth
wage your scales
My† Son† holds the sickles
His† time of judgment
will increase

'o arrogance's mindless fruit
your idols
have forsaken you
your entertaining worship
has betrayed you

it cannot save you!

more will return to Me†
more will be rescued
before that dreadful day

time moves time
that of the drug-out nine
don't listen
don't listen
hear the bells toll

watch from 'afar
you'll know your role

the appeasement of Me†
falls against you

these words could save you
or destroy you

the Lord Almighty God†
moves the pen
this isn't luxury
this is set in stone

My† stone!

awaken 'o world of nations
see greatness fall
see a coming age
when they'll watch these words
written with a pen
breathe

I† am He†
the alpha and the omega
seek the holy one
the one given authority
to give and to take

redeem yourself
'o prostituted one

the combine
a formidable change
agility of hope
to reappear

says the Lord Almighty†
the sovereign of all

not before My† waves'
complete
a Father's† hand
upon an unruly child
for striping the innocent
passing the blame
ignoring the homeless
beating My† gift to man
pillage of the sick
for moneys

your slavery will be
spread wide
after a wailing
an indescribable howl
through every street
without songs
without merriment

suffrage
for adults who can't be
who need idols
who need comfort in stuff
instead of parents

suffrage
for children who can't
take care of their parents
who tuck them away
not to be seen
to die alone

My† wrath is incomplete!

for nations of uselessness
the result of your
immense control
is seen in its trueness
when control is taken
from your hands

the people can't think
for themselves
they lack My† commands
they lack self control
for they believe things
will breathe
for they think money
will breathe

you failed 'o leadership
you put them in illusion
a basking manifestation
of imagination

reality means nothing
reality what is

I† am!
I† am IS!

you are because I† am!

I† am sovereign
over all
no place goes unpunished
by what is sovereign
over all

grace, My† grace, comes
if you follow My† commands
if you take My† Son†
as your leader first
above man

I† am!

says the Lord Almighty God†

Notes: The photograph is from November 9, 2019: Certainty of Visions.

(May 28, 2022)―He then led me to Zephaniah 1:14-18 and Zephaniah 2:1-3.

He has passed judgment on all the false prophets, shepherds, preachers who are using Jesus’ name in vain. They are fully condemned in the eyes of God. None of them belong to Him. No preacher, shepherd or prophet who belongs to God makes money to make himself wealthy. No one of God’s direct servants become wealthy by any means because of God or Jesus. These people are stealing your money, they are not healers, they are not prophets, they are not even a called shepherd or disciple. They are children of Satan and they are enjoying you.

The Great Day of the LordThe great day of the Lord is near—near and coming quickly. Listen! The cry on the day of the Lord will be bitter, the shouting of the warrior there. That day will be a day of wrath, a day of distress and anguish, a day of trouble and ruin, a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and blackness, a day of trumpet and battle cry against the fortified cities and against the corner towers. I will bring distress on the people and they will walk like blind men, because they have sinned against the Lord. Their blood will be poured out like dust and their entrails like filth. Neither their silver nor their gold will be able to save them on the day of the Lord’s wrath. In the fire of His jealousy the whole world will be consumed, for He will make a sudden end of all who live in the Earth.—Zephaniah 1:14-18

Judah’s Day of the Lord‘Gather together, gather together, O shameful nation, before the appointed time arrives and that day sweeps on like chaff [waste, garbage, litter, debris; bullying], before the fierce anger of the Lord comes upon you, before the day of the Lord’s wrath comes upon you. Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land, you who do what He commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you will be sheltered on the day of the Lord’s anger.’—Zephaniah 2:1-3

You can read all of the visions, dreams and words, as well as see all the images and see the time frame in which they were given by clicking on Message Index.

‘Love in Action’

Actions, in spite of resentment, still say LOVE

 Love in Action
 
no matter the resentment
it was given then taken
actions of love
still...not just a must
but a do
 
it's all giving
without judgment
helping without faking
actions in love
doing
without needing a clue
 
it's helping another
without commitment
being truthful
without manipulation
actions in love
doing
for words are not enough
 
it's getting over
the resentment
‒those taking without
returning the give
actions in love
still...a beautiful mark
on the heart
in the making
Continue reading “‘Love in Action’”

‘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.

Continue reading “‘Knife’”

‘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
Continue reading “‘The Bitch of It’”

‘Ex-foliate My Soul’

You have to leave others out of ‘self’!

A sample from Book 12

 Ex‒foliate My Soul
 
I still hear the winds blow
I know, still, from and to
the direction it goes
I depend, too much
on human souls
‒directing my emotional role
 
these feet‒
so stuck in muddy ground
I've lost the feelings
of being found
trying to understand
hear...every sound
I've stumbled away
from which I'm bound
 
raise me up, oh Lord†
unclog‒
these maggot-filled holes
rub your sands deeply in‒
pull me out
as you wash away clean
the filth
of this infested bowl
help me again‒
feel fit and lean
where I once had strength
of a lion
‒the sanctuary
of a crystal clear stream
 
enlighten my heart, sweet Jesus†
relight this drive
I so carelessly left behind
enrich my soul
wash away the corrode
so me, in ease, I can stand
on my own two feet
understand words in my heart
having strength to sort
‒without falling apart
 
yes, Lord†, raise my tempo back up
so I can feel, once more
the unstoppable me
‒that pure individual feeling
of being free
without the need
of another's glee
 
I open me up‒
mind, body, soul
I'm, again, letting go
so...whichever the winds blow
matter is not needed
for I'll be free again‒
in the total of
letting go
Continue reading “‘Ex-foliate My Soul’”

‘Thank You for the Time’

Let yourself learn from the lessons given!

A sample from Book 12

  Thank You for the Time
 
I often mix up the rhyme
wanting the rhythm
in times
then I think
this life of mine
has to end some time
 
thank you, Lord†, for the time
the silence
the frozen bones
thinking deep...on my own
without stories to tell
‒just a visit home
 
thank you, Lord†, for this time
everyone has seeds sewn
everyone to everyone...cloned
beeps from a wireless phone
passing on‒
without really being known
 
I thank you anyway, Lord†
for this time
for bleak bitterness
in my mind
for the tearing love
in my heart
‒I once fought so hard
feeling so torn apart
in this space...I am caught
reading words‒
to me...once taught
 
thank you, Lord†
my lessons are mine
listening deep‒
watching go by...the time
wondering if enough‒
I've been kind
 
no backwards
only forwards
can I move the line
taking the lessons‒
building new rhyme
understanding the journey
through time
is not just mine
 
thank you, Lord Jesus†
for all those moments
in time
I'll bring them all in
play with them
in my mind
then cherish the rhyme
after all, You've† given me
the time
Continue reading “‘Thank You for the Time’”

‘Hands to Hold’

Is race going to continue to rule your life?

A sample from Book 10

 Hands to Hold
 
you come at me
you're not discrete
bold...unsure
 
maybe there's a gun in my hand
maybe I've some contraband
 
or maybe I just like hands in pocket
or wearing my earphones in my car
so I can answer this here phone
for this car absent of bluetooth–
protecting me and you
 
or maybe you're angry–
having a bad day
I pass your way
through your veins runs hate
so I become your play
 
I'm just like you‒
generation after generation
passed through
without obligations
to changing the view
 
–it all seems like voodoo
we both–
not really having a clue
‒taking it upon ourselves
get off that dusty shelf
change the view
so our kids
won't suffer too
 
maybe I do have a gun
–anger raging in stun
do you see inside of me
my hard history
maybe my hand shakes
though you can't see
–you're so angry
not seeing what's at stake
 
maybe I did some drugs–
stopping the pain
keeping from going insane
but soothing I didn't gain
all looks like a game
emotions adding to more pain
 
then you come along
thinking I'm a thug
you want to cut me down‒
stump me like a bug
without knowing the deal at home
why I'm here–
a gun...all alone
 
maybe don't yell
talk...love–
let it swell
 
instead of jail–
lead my soul to help
without making me
hate myself
 
I, too, want peace
between you and me
 
maybe instead of arrogance‒
show understanding
compassion
 
I don't want a free ride
just a reason...inside
not to cry
 
I am tough
I've got muscles, tats
my life has been rough
–crazy and all that
it doesn't mean
I'm just stuff
to pluck
 
a handshake
a hug
 
–that just might be
enough
 
I'm a human being
I don't mean to sting
 
just a little bitter
please, your anger–
could you reconsider
 
look at me for me
God's† child
making my way...like you
through the miles
 
–the past is gone
this is now
together–
we can make it all
worth while
if we just remain calm–
approach each other
in mild
without death coming in fowl
Continue reading “‘Hands to Hold’”

‘Wasted Not’

That Pain Is Not Wasted!

A sample from Book 8

 Wasted Not
 
you look at me
what do you see‒
an empty hole
or pieces
put back to whole
 
you hear my voice
what's your choice‒
to fold
let truth unfold
or close
grow lower and cold
 
here's what I see
when I look back at me:
 
a woman lived
gave all she could give
then betrayed
left to be reborn
on an empty tray
 
when I hear my voice
‒read my words
only truth heard
shaking within
‒forsaken
for granted...taken
 
all that I've done
all that I've become
grew from life lived
around lies
I survived
around hate
I lived another day
 
I have made mistakes
I've learned
no longer living fake
as the world turns
as time ticks on‒
leaving me alone
no longer burns
for life I yearn‒
no longer anger's will
I'm concerned
 
I am wasted not
for my trust in God†
untied all the knots
ready
shaking
nerves quaking
to give a new year
all I've got
 
look at me
hear me
 
turn your head
for I am not dead
 
alive
 
with or without you
I'm living this one life‒
shadowing all fears‒
my own way
without one word
for you to say
halt...stay
too late
you've paved my way
 
yes, shaking
but open and ready
for a brand new day
Continue reading “‘Wasted Not’”

‘The Hanging’

When You’re Caught In Silent Abuse

A sample from Book 1

 The Hanging
 
the heart thumps
a thunderous bolt
tightens and roars—
wrapping, squeezing
like a sailor’s rope
 
hunger escapes
while sleeplessness eludes
jolted and battered—
feeling the vapor
of a flowerless fool
 
shaking
with rupturing chills
cold and hot—
not quite understanding
this weathering thrill
 
voice over voice
cloud the mind
yes or no—
eyes turn cold
moisten
then go blind
 
searching for light
yearning to yell
craving an escape—
this pending doom
to a bottomless hell
 
beneath there’s bound
to be salvation
somewhere to run—
‘til then
there’s only damnation
Continue reading “‘The Hanging’”

‘Anger’s Brethren’

Don’t Use the Children!

A sample from Book 5

 Anger's Brethren
 
its face is ugly
peeking through
little by little
building its soul
one small piece at a time
 
vulnerability
it patiently waits
then the attack
increasing the heartbeat
clouding
a once throughout plan
wilting the roses
rains replacing sunshines
beautiful language
turns to spiteful vengeance
over ruling logic
hardening
closing open hearts
 
its face is ugly
destroying all good
taking its time
taking all time
closing doors
'til love exist
no more
Continue reading “‘Anger’s Brethren’”
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