Tag: death

‘Trickle, Trickle’

I have read so much confusion, again something God has revealed to you through me, that it is ridiculous. But God tells me not to worry. It isn’t my issue. No it is not. If you don’t truly know God or want to hear what He has to say today, then you are missing what is going to come later.

 Trickle, Trickle
  
 trickle, trickle
 get a tickle
 no Need‒
 get another's principle
 let's be a wrinkle
 maybe a freckle
  
 trickle, trickle
 out of the cradle
 to the hospital
 for a breathing bottle
  
 trickle, trickle
 two more with a tickle
 soon hourly stays‒
 build to more
 than the middle
  
 trickle, trickle
 leaving behind principle
 becomes regrettable
 in parking lots‒
 tents become normal
  
 trickle, trickle
 months added by decimal
 more in wrinkle
 ‒black bags numerable
  
 trickle, trickle
 running around little freckles
 four months in the cradle
 maybe it's time‒
 turn to the bible
 ‒no one's at the funeral

(March 20, 2020)―These sets of numbers were put before me today: WWI 1914-1918: 16 to 40 million causalities; Flue Pandemic 1918-1919 50 to 100 million causalities; WWII 1939-1945 70-85 million causalities (3% of the 1940 world population!).

Interesting isn’t it? 100 years and we face another pandemic. The 1918 pandemic was basically caused by soldiers coming home from the war and spreading it. Look at those numbers! Then there are other wars: Vietnam, Korea, then local wars where the numbers were extremely high and I’m sure all medical personal did the numbers and wrote tons of papers on the numbers.

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‘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.

 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
 Yeshuah's† 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

(November 12, 2019)―Judgment. Abandoning the weak for pride and selfish ego. Today’s Scripture: WOW!

I posted a number of things on my Facebook personal page this weekend and past week. Again, God working through me. Judgment. I said posted today:They crucified Yeshuah for the words He said. Not what He did. And the Lord directed me to more of the good works Jesus did. He did not ONE thing wrong. He spoke. And they nailed Him to a cross because of the words He spoke. Hypocrites!

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Brace Yourself! Vision Update

God’s hand is coming and there’s nothing we can do!

I’d rather warn people then do nothing. I’d rather have all of this written down so that the future will know. I know God’s time is not ours. I also know that visions could be wrong. I also know God never lies. I also know that people don’t give a damn! They just like to call people names and ignore the One being who controls everything. Have it your way! You were forewarned.

Note: The following article I wrote early this morning on Facebook. I thought I share it here. All I truly know is that this morning around 4 a.m., I was jolted to wake up, received more visions to inspire me…see ‘Backlash’…and this jolting which felt like electric shocks happened 3 times! So, I got up and have been writing ever since. The visions are well explained in the article below. They are not just a one time deal. I’ve had them every day for 3 straight days, then I took 2 days off of meditating because I was devastated by what I saw. Then I saw the visions again 2 more days.

Someone is trying to tell someone something! And I’ve experienced this stuff before so, to me, this is really big! When exactly? Your guess is as good as mine. But these events took place.

Today is August 24, 2019. These visions and physical things are happening… and tomorrow is August 25th (read the article below to learn why that is big when it comes to these visions). I do not want to cause panic, but I was jolted awake this morning with like electric shocks and visions that I’ve seen already and told to prophecy…I’ve changed that to write because I don’t feel comfortable saying prophecy. I am NOT a prophet!

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‘Men of Songs’

Understanding depression and the veils by-way of Job!

 Men of Songs
  
 I thrash out my complaints
 I take the hurt, the Blame
 put it all on my shoulders‒
 knowing
through all this rough terrain
 not one showed Sincerity
not one came
  
 so I let tears fall
like rain
 open my mouth
my worded train
 feeling alone, empty
worthless...plain
 wondering if I'm really insane
  
 I cast out my stones to You†
 ‒Your† broken little dame
 all these tasks
my Life...so drained
 not knowing the final aim
 just take it all in‒
 the arrows of false names
 on invisible ropes...I hang
  
 told...Life is but a game
 learn to play it...you win fame
  
 You† and I know‒
 that's not how it's framed
 Life isn't at all a game
 You†...no one can tame
 someone so righteous‒
 You† easily cast in flames
 and that person
will never be the same
  
 when this heart
feels weak in faint
 I look at all my I can'ts
 I re-hear all those filthy names
 know...none of them...I ain't
 but I know‒
 I'm such a tiny piece of grain
 and the only fame
to be claimed
 is that of Your† sweet, sweet name
  
 I'm so, so tired
of being maimed
 so tired of lonely's strain
 what have I gained
 on this hateful, lonely lane
  
 I know it's part of Yeshuah's† name
 each and every vein
 I'm so weary...feelings‒
 my work done in vain
 so, I call on you...Yeshuah†
 please take all my complaints
 straight to our Father†
 ‒pull me out
this agonizing drain
 forgive all my trespasses
 turn me over‒
 to at least one heart
who feels the same
 ‒a bit of hunger
a bit of tame
 to do works of Good‒
 in Your† sweet, sweet name

(July 24, 2019)—Our mothers. Veils. Mercy. I’ve been having a hard time putting my thoughts on paper lately. It may not seem like it but it’s still true. I end up writing it in my head then when I sit down, the same thoughts that I had don’t come out. I didn’t want to write anymore. For the past week or so, I’ve been in a battle with my self I guess you could say. I’m tired. I’ve been doing this work for seven years now. I’ve been writing and teaching and learning for over 10. I’m tired. But I’m to keep going.

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‘Pillars of Death’

Depression: The Feeling of Your Own Death!

A sample from Book 7

 Pillars of Death
  
 I'm an apparent suicide
 who took
everything buried inside
 ‒sprayed it out
like pesticide
  
 they call it a homicide
 raging words
was all it took
 for love to dry
 ‒leaving only tears
to cry
  
 slowly I died
 asking every kind of why
  
 why only anger's words
was enough
to cast me aside
  
 why my truth
was reason
 my life
 ‒its very existence
to hide
  
 my being
no longer resides
 in hearts
I believed
could override
 evil's prancing stride
  
 they all cast me aside
 for thoughts...words
 I could no longer
hold inside
  
 instead of holding me
 as these eyes cried
they buried me
 ‒an unmarked grave
 deep outside
   with bugs and flies
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When His Next Best Thing Comes Along!

This one sergeant in my Army days in Germany called me Marie Laveau…lol…another one bites the dust! One of them will be strong enough to handle my energy some day. If they can let go of their pride long enough. I’ve had enough of man-ego-pride to last a life time.

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‘Silence of Me’

You Tend To Hang On. It’s Normal.

A sample from Book 5

 Silence of Me
  
 I look at me
I hear me
 wishing
I wouldn't be
hurting
 I ruffled the sea
this romantic bee
 twisting
words I see
 wanting
to be free
 saying
it's better for me
 misrepresenting
what
I want to be
 just you
I do see
 putting
all thoughts
free
 relating
what's
inside of me
 hoping
you'd see
confusion's deed
 all that I aim to be
all that I use to be
 my wanting
to be free
inside of me
 there's more to see
the outside sea
 wanting
you along side of me
open and free
 awakening
what used to be
  
 look at me
hear me
 all there is to be
  
 a wall closed to me
burying me
 deep
inside of me
silence of me
 wishing
I wouldn't be
  
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‘Text Me’

Moving Through Anger with Bargaining!

A sample from Book 5

 Text Me
  
 in this phone
I am a clone
 away from home
easily...I roam
 no longer alone
  
 words I've thrown
 cast a bone
string along
 however long
I want you to belong
  
 in this phone
I'm on loan
 read my worded song
 I'm wearing a thong
 ―hear me moan
 I'll send a picture―
 for your visual tone
  
 with words I'm strong
 ―played like a trombone
 I can turn you on
 in my world
you'll be drawn
  
 in this phone
nothing's wrong
 it's my zone
 imaginations grown
  
 be careful― 
if to me you're drawn
 I'll take you
where you've not yet gone
 for in this phone
I own
my imaginary throne
 I'll make you moan
dance to my song―
 your emotions
get too strong
 I'll exit
and be gone
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‘Hold My Hand’

Men: Just Do It!

A sample from Book 5

 Hold My Hand
  
 when I'm lost
 ― confused
 wanting to give up
 will you hold my hand
  
when I doubt
want a way out
 will you stick around
  
 when I'm angry
 ―scream
call you names
 will you not place blame
  
 when I cry
lost in sadness
 will you change my mind
 to live and not die
  
 when I hate
my vision clouded
 will you be my guide
 tell me my life
is not a lie
  
 when I want to run
 leave all behind
draw a heavy line
 will you walk beside me
 ―hold my hand
take my feet
from the sand
 plant them
on solid ground
  
 when I'm alone
lost in darkness
 make you want to leave
will you forgive
 help my eyes to see
 everything
I want to be
  
 when I'm here
 cold...closed up inside
 will you stay
give me space
 help me see my way
  
 when I want
to give up
 will you stand by me
take my hand
 help me be free
help me to see
 what it takes
to be happy
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‘A Woman’s Strength’

You Deserve Appreciation and Love!

A sample from Book 5

  A Woman's Strength
  
 did you think of me today
 no call came my way
 underneath my smile I sway
no words do I say
 I thought of you all day
 as I rushed through my filled plate
  
 early I started to bake
 not long the house was laced
 with the smell of your favorite
chocolate cake
  
 the kids were at play
 a new toy
one did break
 one became the prey
the other screamed hate
 peace...I had to make
clearing the haze
 putting smiles on their face
 anger left no trace
but it was too late
 the cake―
I had to throw away
  
 ring phone ring
I did pray
 hoping you'd call to say hey
  
 then the dog did stray
 I had to move in haste
apologies to convey
 the neighbor's yard― 
a garbage-strung maze
 after an hour's pace
 a cleaned yard
done in good faith
  
 I reentered the house
 noticed it was only eight
 my day― 
moving at a slow rate
 still no word from my mate
  
 breakfast I did make
 then the taste of toothpaste
 the cleaned dish plates
no time to wait
 everyone dress
screamed hurrah
  
 to the babysitters― 
who monthly I pay
 to take my place
 a goodbye kiss
a last minute wave
 off to work
my smile...fake
  
 then I remember
I hadn't ate
 my eight-hour day
drove its heavy weight
 still no word from my mate
  
 rush-hour traffic
a nerve-raking state
 thus beginning the evening chase
 babysitter, supper
no flirter's bait
comes my way
 sent the children
off to bathe
 finally you call
again...you're working late
 a quiet evening to waste
 long, restless night
again...I must face
 until you're home
and I feel safe
  
 did you think of me today
 no call came my way
 underneath my smile I sway
no words do I say
 I thought of you all day
 as I rushed through
my filled plate
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