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‘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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