‘The Alpha, The Omega’

I ask the hard questions. I want to know. And do you know what? God wants me to know.

 The Alpha, The Omega
 
He† is
therefore
you are
 
words you say
words you hear
 
things you see
people you meet
 
places you go
things you do
 
things you write
art you paint
songs you sing
pictures you take
roles you play
‒task you perform
 
from birth 'til sleep
‒the works of He†

(December 10, 2019)—This continuation of the Lazarus Scripture from ‘In Good Faith’ leads to a strong breath of foretelling. Of all my young years, no one told me this and I was raised a Catholic. Why? Why didn’t they point this all out? I was a child eager to learn and I don’t recall anyone telling me this foretelling deal. Why didn’t they tell me the reason for the Bible? Why didn’t they tell me that God was all in a way that a child would understand?

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‘In Good Faith’

‘…Are there not twelve hours of daylight? A man who walks by day will not stumble, for he sees by this world’s light. It is when he walks by night that he stumbles, for he has no light.’…—John 11:5-16

Note: The photo that accompanies this work was taken November 9th. Jesus love as it is told to me, as I believe what I’m told.

 In Good Faith
 
I pillaged
my sorrowful soul
filling up
an empty bankroll
with dried-up tears
in cold
trying desperately
to unload
‒tiring moments
in fold
 
then Jesus† comes in‒
pulls my restless body
from the cold
shows me
there's no loopholes
in this faith-bearing role
 
He† directs me over and over
prophets, disciples, apostles‒
all forced down the foxhole
doubt lingering
under a microscope
all needing signs
‒the tiniest
of pigeonholes
 
'I know...but please
give me a porthole'

 
as God's† faithful heart knows
humans must fight
the trolls
signs needed
for the role
so easy...to show
who's in control
 
not offended...He† abides
His† chosen souls
‒erases doubt
emptying
of every bit
of the cajole
 

(December 8, 2019)―The story of Lazarus. That’s where I was brought yesterday. But I wasn’t told to post it yet, instead after prayer with David, I was instructed to get my nails done. I’ve been wanting to do this, but I kept putting it off. My nails get quite long and when they reach a certain length, they get really hard and when one breaks, it usually breaks by the skin part, which hurts. And that…the nail parlor…is where this story led me.

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‘Rapture’

I don’t want to believe Him. I didn’t say I don’t believe Him. I said I don’t want to believe Him. It is true all the same. God doesn’t lie. He is truth. Jesus is truth. Truth is. You can’t defend what is. God’s will is. And what is…is. And what God’s will is…will be…therefore, it is.

Note: The picture that accompanies this work was taken November 9th. I haven’t finished putting up all the photographs taken this day. There is no rush as there was before. What will be will be. You will pay attention after God makes His move, for your faith is weak. (This is His message not mine.)

Rapture
 
on earth‒
lives all creatures
in each‒
lies a common feature
one so misunderstood‒
confusion set
by so many preachers
 
in came our teacher
setting things straight‒
before His† departure
 
but control was always
man's infrastructure
a way to push‒
the foreclosure
‒the ways
of the stagnated vultures
‒forcing many
into dried-up pastures
as their man-made kingdoms‒
they nurture
‒building up
to in-the-now pleasures
 
here's something to measure
a good shaking-up lecture:
a soul...beings under the texture
live forever‒
despite man's literature
‒this...where...in comes
the mixture
 
by man's hands‒
the mind-bogging massacre
where man thinks‒
he conquered
byway of the conjure
 
this inside being
driven by
a higher chauffeur
‒one with
a divine signature
‒in the moment
of departure
it leaves
without torture
‒up or down‒
depending
on its nature
‒the heart's activity
in haggard
 
you see
only a body's exposure
‒already gone
its inside architecture
 
so when comes massive
in measure
bodies will remain‒
seen as volatile in nature
by those stuck‒
in man-made pastures
‒a common mistake
in manufacture
‒typical...man-driven legislature
 
'everything
is not what it seems'

 
pay attention‒
to the ultimate wizard
the one controlling‒
backwards and forwards
He† who makes‒
the rain and the blizzard
 
He† will come in seizure
bust up your infrastructure
for He† is
the ultimate investiture
‒leaving you sit
in questionable wonder!

‘Pondering of Heart’

Jesus Speaks. What He said then applies to NOW as well! You haven’t heard…still!

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken November 11th. The Orb near the cloud formation is telling us what to watch for in the photograph. The avenging angel slowly makes its way across the sky. You can ignore or pay attention. God always gives us a choice. His promises are coming all the same…if you believe or not. When it happens, don’t ask, ‘What the fuck is going on?’ He’s already told you through me. You just refused to listen and prepare.

 Pondering of Heart
 
it's abundantly clear–
a treasure
from the house of asher
–a simple, loud gesture
giving, not taking–
in the wavering
of survivor
 
don't look behind–
in the rear
what's lost...became
of the wedding crashers
taking, taking
without thought–
of the whiner or the loser
 
from out of darkness–
comes light
from an impending doom–
to...there's still room
–stretching these arms
peace raging–
out of the storm
–for someone
sounded the horn

(December 5, 2019)―‘Pondering of Heart’, written on the 3rd, has taken me a while to think over. What Jesus has to say in the following Scripture is serious, and I usually write for God. Writing something for Jesus is a whole different emotion for me and I’ve been nervous, for He is my brother and my love for Him…always brings me to tears. Hard love. He had to dish it out as well and He’s showing me here that no matter how you put it, they won’t see if God doesn’t want them to see with their eyes. God’s biggest test is this: Can they see with their heart?

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‘Collapse’

Maybe…it’s time to pray.

Note: The photograph, taken November 11th, when the avenging angel appeared in the sky, says again…the vision will happen at night.

 Collapse
 
as the turn of clocks
begins its reverse in tocks
shifting of rocks
shall tie some knots
 
shaky salted, soggy lands
will no longer stand
all those jagged, edging strands
pushing down
as sink, sink goes the sands
 
no use tying to docks
or hide treasures
in a steel, hidden box
 
no use trying for hot
stuck in cold
trottie, trot, trot
 
nothing will come
as in showers of band
nothing will go bang
by any hands of man
 
oh! as the turn of clocks
a passing by...no one can stop
or...over...hop‒
with a 'think not'
 
thoughts of 'I don't understand'
thoughts will come
from every clan
for to the stillness‒
they became faithful fans
never seeing 'I can'
in the forever of 'I am'
instead…away...they ran
 
passing...turns of clocks
‒just a tip from the top
a chance to untie tied knots
after...a rapture's
during-the-night rob
of what you thought‒
you had the power to stop

‘Time to Pray’

It’s beautiful outside isn’t it? A peaceful time…give Thanks to God. For He is the reason it’s a beautiful day.

Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken on October 15th. God’s talking. It’s simple. Listen.

 Time to Pray
 
don't bow your head–
mourn for the dead
they are now gone
you're still safe–
in your home
 
pray for your resurrection
pray for spiritual protection
 
lift your head

you are not dead
praise in solemn joy
in loud sounds–
raise your voice
you're given this choice
let your eyes moist
then look up–
not down at soil
–your life's not yet
in spoil
 
pray for happier days
pray to live the way
 
unite together
in these times–
join and gather
listen to your heart
instead of falling apart

all things done in darkness
shines again
with love and forgiveness
 
pray...it's a time in rejoice
pray in ease–
leave out bitterness' claw
–this is time to review
read over all the clues
make a choice in go
then let the heart grow
forget long ago
it's time to glow
–let love flow
 
pray in a unite
pray for the light
 
when all comes in fold
don't grow cold

see...as the sun peaks
there in...love sneaks
take time in weave....
pick up piece by piece
those living in receive

–leave those in decease
for all those gone...
Jesus'† wide open
for the receive

you who remain alive
know your body didn't die
open up...feel the vibe
don't fall to plight
so you too...will walk
in the light
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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!

‘A Swayer’s Cup’

Truth: You say you write for the Lord, you hear the Lord, they say you are crazy, insane. You rape and destroy other people’s lives with lies and manipulation, they toast to you and say your a friend!

Note: The picture accompanying this work was taken on November 11th. The arrow and an Orb pointing out the avenging angel God puts in the sky.

A Swayer's Cup
 
I let it all happen
I did my thing
let them all ring
–the bells they joined
in cling
 
I kept going...ya know
doing instead of talking
–I wasn't going to stop
as they began their chop
 
it was slow...ya know
small disappointments here
large disappointments there
–I brushed it off
I had control of my hair
I knew the how and the where
–so no need...me...down...wear
 
I kept sucking it all in
as sickness halted me
–some kinda shit in my piss
got into my nerves
–hurt like a bitch
I just had to deal
trying to hide my hiss
 
this seemed 'a turning for them
all who called me family
and friend
it was a strange turn of events
'what did I do'
I kept wondering
 
pain kept sinking me in
no one could tell me–
how to win
there came a point
I just wanted to end
there was no one to help me
understand this fight
I was in
 
it just all became a rage
some sore of out-of-mind stage
no one came
no one believed my range
–me giving zero reason
just an illness-fighting season
 
pain slapping every angle
my skin on fire
with no one helping me
–not even trying
 
me...'a crying
maybe some whining
'what did I do'
to make everyone
me...gone in denying
 
then it all went exploding
a marriage in killing
down to total in zero
gone the hero
–adding to pain in feeling
came total confusion
–that which
there's no explaining
 
I went to that place
job wrote about in telling
down, down, down
not anymore
no use in fighting
 
they chopped me to pieces
all my moral standing
gone...no more handling
I let it all go
as anger...out of me
began its flow
 
no one understood
I was already
turned to wood
not even seeing
'what did I do'
no more diving
into books
–only my figure and looks
gave me a reason
in could–
sexing it all up
–just to feel good
 
a good christian life
didn't matter
I was thrown to the knife
cast down...like louella–
in her sin-lived life
 
there was nothing to do
but watch them all
undo
everything I'd accomplished
down, down, down
they all smashed
pushing, pushing
trying to force me
in crash
 
I surely stumbled
I sexed it up in humble
for a time...I wandered
even in gay
mocking an ex in disarray
for his truth...hidden behind
false in stay
 
I finally had enough
for myself...stood up
they all spit in my face
all in doings of betray
–using my life
as their punching bag–
I was crucified
stripped
of all my bright
 
house, friends, children
all my reputation
all my education
gone for the prideful stride
as down, down, down
went my buried life
 
'what did I do'
 
I went over and over
uncovered all the covers
I never stole
from any of them
never cheated, never lied
never betrayed
never killed or beat
–I wrote words on a page–
my life in a little bit of rage
 
I gave
I loved
I helped
 
even in mad–
I gave what I could
even in hurt–
I did whatever I could
make another life
soft, kind
–even in my anger
I never crossed the line
 
so me...they hate
speaking truth
living honestly
letting God† work through–
undoing all they glued
as He† wants me to work–
to better a life
for you
 
they hate me even more
closed...shut all the doors
me...not caring anymore
or wondering what for
for their lives...I prayed
–and mine…they stabbed
with a knife
 
so I raise my cup
I've had enough
I've educated myself
I've given 110 as a wife
I've stood the wall–
eleven years without strife
I've raised three children
worked, slaved without–
a husband giving
–as in the same house
we went on living
 
I raise my cup...to all–
betrayal...an evil whore's bluff
for God† pulled me up
–gave me strength
in enough
as they all showed–
their truth–
the wickedness of crud
–I walk in sway
maybe alone–
but I can honestly say
I hear the Lord†
I don't have to fake
 
I'm for real
the true in deal
for I didn't give up
when the devil thought–
I didn't get enough
of its...in the rear...fuck
 
that's right!
I'm in the sway–
a filled cup
of Jesus† love
–for I took His† crumbs
got the fuck up
drew in...with a deep suck
'I got this!'
I know I didn't do anything
to deserve this bitch's twitch
‒I'm so down with this!
 
yeah! I let out my sway
let God† fill my cup
kept my head up
even when I wanted
to give the fuck up
–for trusting in the Lord†
even with a broken heart
was me...being the bard
the writer of truth–
from the start
–a fucking swayer
with a God†-filled cup
rich with spiritual loot
all because I was true
–surviving the ring–
of evil-driven fools
 
now I know what to do
speak nothing but truth
the devil has no clue
of the power in God's† truth
–that which I share with you
so you'll know what to do
when that bitch
is allowed
to play with you, too!
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‘Wasted Time’

God sends signs all the time, but you still don’t get it. You have to learn His process first! War. Blood shed. Fighting over 136 acres of land…you DO NOT KNOW GOD!

Wasted Time
 
you're constantly trying
you're constantly studying
–so much time...wasting
gone are your days
as you praise
then argue and fight
in constant delay
 
how...how are you
living the way
 
tell me...honestly
all this strife
blood dripping on grounds
children dying so young
women raped and beat
killing, killing
 
how...how are you
living the way
 
can a child lead a lion
do cats and dogs get along
how...when colors of skin
cause you to bend
when shepherds
can't keep watch
instead build walls, laws
sending innocent men
to gold-controlled pins
 
oh where! oh where!
is the way
 
His† blood shed
with just words to say
a voice against this hate
put you in mixed sedate
 
signs! oh signs!
always looking behind
yesterday is yesterday
how is that today
when you pillage away
what He† came to save
 
wars are wars
weapons are weapons
the road...the way
is the only one paved
raising you up
out of the grave
 
see...hear
in the heart
the sign is near
always in awake
 
He's† staying put
patient in the wait
a new earth
another journey
–before that day
 
a renewing of spirit
until you get it
 
see...hear
destruction does await
–the way out
the saved
living the way
–is their new day
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‘Which Wall?’

Not just one nation…ALL NATIONS. There is NO WHERE to run. Sorry. You pissed off the LORD! Not a human…like a president or some royal BS…THE LORD! He’s wrath is COMING!

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 23rd when He revealed truth as in the Dragon and that He is ‘watching’ as in the All-Seeing Eye, which matches today’s Scripture, as well as what is going to happen with Earth. You can listen or not. It is going to happen! I would start paying attention!

 Which Wall?
 
the writings were placed
on the wall
the people sat
on the wall
still…those beat their heads
at the wall
I, myself, wrote:
'I stood on the wall'
I, myself, wrote:
'did you stand on the wall
arguments stand
as today...up...goes a wall
 
we each must fall
to understand this wall
from people to nation
–significance of each wall
reveals which next
will fall
 
those who guard the wall
answered a higher call
–stands to watch
their guarded wall
fall
 
from person to nation
their comes a stall
when no one hears
the call
 
as humpty-dumpty
all the kings horses
all the kings men
couldn't put him
back together again
 
after the coming
of the fall
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