‘Dried-up Noise’

‘Perhaps that itself is the very answer: as Creator of the universe God can and does act in ways that confound men. Death undoubtedly has a totally different significance to God than it does to man….’―The Daily Bible, In Chronological Order, 365 Daily Readings

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 15th when God sent the Phoenix, the symbol of rebirth. This photograph is another example of God’s energy. He manipulates the green Orb to reveal His footprint!

 Dried-up Noise
 
the voices tingled in my head
repeated phrases it said
words in condemn
words in criticize
words in broken malice
–bringing my heart to dread
 
I listened for a time
put it in rhyme–
to draw lines
–casting it all aside
then pulling it back inside
 
all those words–
written and said
words people used as lead
drowning me in their dead
–pounding me over the head
 
for those words...out...I bled
 
laying on my bed
not kneeling beside
laying...in stillness
staring out...in semi-light
–this blank picture
in...did reside
wondering about all these lies
asking:
 
'what's the point...why
what's the hard...in kind
–where folks don't even try'

 
crying my eyes–
'til they were red
all that noise...all of it–
poundings of syllables
over each...my heart–
continued in bled
–over lost thoughts
I became wed
pondering the breaded words fed
covering me with their heated lead
 
then it began to happen

unknown masked covers–
I began to shed
piece by piece
stripping them off of me
laying them out on the table–
carefully examining them–
debating if I wanted to keep
this one or that one
yelling at some
praising others
–laughing over the fun of some
agreeing with those
that led to hard lessons
ridiculing those
that made me feel
silly and dumb
 
across the table–
all of them I spread
some: kept me above water
in tread
others: mended brokenness
with the tinniest of threads
 
some: out of me...came the best
others: made me sit back in rest
while still others:
seemed only to be a contest
lost in a conquest
of an enjoyable fest
–those brought out the sexiness
ending in me being less
 
through all of them–
came an abundance of noise
shaking up my poise
trying to sink in...my voice
 
so I had this choice:
picking through each–
as they laid there
on this simple table–
used to wine and dine
 
no, not I...it wasn't the time
 
as I looked at each–
I slowly awakened from blind
moving from this carefree feline
to something more magnificent
–not a lioness falling in line
but more of the spectrum
of a roaring lion
–taking that dried-up byline
'I am fine'
to something closer to divine
 
each little façade
that set up a moment's drive–
I began to divide
'til the table was full of times
overflowing...actually
–moments of self
I didn't recognize
 
a little...I cried
I over-indulged at times
in what I ate
adding a bit of weight
–trying hard to saturate
what drove each mask to sedate
–what invited in the noise
 
but that was it–
I wondered in surprise
there was no drinking it away
there was no sexting in obliviate–
that led to sex in fake
there was no desiring need
to get high
or even serious moments
of wanting to die
 
I sat...laid...stood–
all in unchartered wonder
asking myself: why
–I pondered this mystify
 
from the bedroom to the bathroom
from the living room to the kitchen
even the spaces in between
 
reading social media on the bed
binging out on the sofa
sitting at the table–
smoking cloves, drinking sodas
fixing coffee in the kitchen
 
staring at empty space
staring at all I possess
singing along to my favorite tunes
talking it out with myself
talking it out...to the air
talking it out with God†
 
asking over and over:
 
'what had changed'
 
wondering, searching
as I starred down at the table
then the questions stopped!
each piece...I began to shred
 
as each piece met its death–
its destructive words...fled
like a menacing rodent–
they just up and left
 
something began to happen:
the table's clutter
began to become less
each mask staring back at me
each tiny piece of each whole
saddened its face–
and just up and left
 
the weight....
that laid heavy on me
in rest
became less and less
 
'what is happening'
 
I kept asking–
without trying to answer
in guess
words just didn't come
instead...something unknown:
in self...less and less
I wasn't anymore feeling–
like a guest
 
the words that once
tingled my head
the words that I pondered
–brought me to dead
just left
without...anymore...contest
over which ones–
I dreaded...would be next
 
not anymore
came a need to call
came a need to text
came a need...up...sex
came a need...words in fed
–sit around and dread
 
empty...the table–
bare and neat
all that laid on it
–without fighting
I let go: shred
 
I looked in my bathroom mirror
–there she was
the one...behind...I'd left
 
on my face...added lines
in my hair...a silver shine
oh my! all that time
–my she was always
waiting inside
 
I stood there...listening
nothing
just memories of dried-up voices
–all that...with me...toiled
finally became soil
beneath my feet!
 
out of blind....
there's nothing in front of me
but time
unknown, undiscovered
but...still...time
–a newness in divine
that I didn't know was mine!

(January 1, 2020)―I was led to Ezekiel this morning. The Parable of the Cooking Pot caught my eye. (I will explain it below.) I read it, then asked, ‘What to write, my Lord?’, but I was empty for a while. ‘The heart’…were words that kept coming through. I sat there for a while…still empty,  then ‘Dried-up Noise’ bled on the page.  It’s truth. Yes, the continuing story of my own life being used as a symbol of life in a way. And…God: After writing this and typing in the parable, I was led to read more, then type in the rest of the Scripture under the two titles: ‘Siege of Jerusalem’ and ‘Siege Announced to Ezekiel’. It gets even more interesting: I’m directed to read the explanations by my Bible’s commentarians. I’ve read all of them once back in 2007, and since then, I’m not compelled to read them over often or include them in my commentaries. Today, was different. For good reason. God is answering me in a very big way!

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‘Absent Gail Winds’

‘In the pride of your heart you say, ‘I am a god; I sit on the throne of a god in the heart of the seas.’ But you are a man and not a god, though you think you are as wise as a god. Are you wiser than Daniel? Is no secret hidden from you?’…Ezekiel 28:1-10

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken on November 9th. At the bottom on the left is what makes this photograph interesting. Whatever the red object is, it appears in two of the frames only. My shoes are solid black. There was nothing around me to have made this image. I have no idea what it was, but I know I wasn’t alone when I was taking these photographs! The significance of this day’s photographs are important. When you are unveiled, or when you decide that your pride is not as important as God, then you will understand all the photographs and writings here. God bless you, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

 Absent Gail Winds
 
a silence will ring
absent that drenching thing
‒a rumble will start to sing
an unusual vasting fling
 
it will come‒
from way down deep
a slow, rising to seep
in the air
you cannot see
‒not one wind
will the sea bring
 
from under the feet
something's coming
unsteady
from a small string
harmony in cling
to a sudden rage‒
bumping, shaking
 
it's earth, it's God†
oh, my! it's something
maybe good, maybe bad
it's still moving
after…the silence rings

(December 20, 2019)―I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed and looked at the clock on my phone: 3:33 a.m. As I was looking at my clock, I saw it change to 3:34. I went into the kitchen and got bread out of the cupboard to fix toast. I looked at the clock on the microwave 3:33. As I was looking at it, it changed to 3:34. I went lay back down, but still couldn’t sleep. I got up and looked at my phone, 4:40. The double number again caught my attention. I went in the kitchen to look at the microwave, 4:38. I didn’t realize that the two clocks were 2 minutes apart! I went back to lay down and fell asleep. When I awoke twice more I looked at my clock at different times, just random acts: 12:44 55 degrees; 1:11 55 degrees! Everything happens for a reason.

When I sat to write, an even bigger surprise awaited me: Ezekiel and his prophesy against Tyre. Ezekiel 26:15-21 and 27:1-11 were on the first page I opened my Bible to. Reading it, I felt this really eerie feeling. The Visions. God has shown me matters of the sea since I was moved to this apartment. Now I know why. And He is showing me again and again, today…this is just too obvious to what He is saying. I didn’t go look for this Scripture. I opened my Bible and there it was. This is after these visions, after months of praying that this won’t happen. This is after God putting the images of the visions in my mind so I’ll remember what is happening when it does happen. This is NO coincidence! Everything happens for a reason. My clock now reads: 3:33 p.m.! I just took a picture of my phone to document this interesting event and the moment the screenshot was taken, it turned 3:34! This is NO coincidence!

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‘The Good Samaritan’s Heart’

‘They will hate you because of Me’ He said. He meant that. That evil whore is out to destroy all that is Love. Are you going to allow that?

 The Good Samaritan's Heart
 
we pay homage–
to the good life
dressing nice
buying nice
painting our faces and nails
wearing aftershaves and perfumes
wearing diamonds and gold
building pretty buildings
polishing its glass and steal
 
leaving out in life–
what is real
 
we raise glasses to toast
we eat and drink
gossip in the roast
we turn to gluttony–
our bodies reveal its sincerity
in pictures...it shows
 
we turn the other cheek
off...we blow
saying
'it's the good life
we've earned its glow'

 
then we pass them
on the street
cough it up–
'they don't try
they let their dreams die
oh, poor them–
let the devil fry'

 
then return to our
fat-ingested life
of fancy buildings
dry-cleaned clothes
shiny diamonds and gold
drinking merrily
with friends in loads
laughing and gossiping
–as another dies
from the fry
 
it is those
who were crucified
by those ignorant lives
who doesn't just walk on by
–they give up their life
for those lost in the fry
for it’s the reason
why
Jesus†...on the cross
died
 
and as they struggle
in their own lives–
they help
the poor, the meek, the mild
they comfort those mourning
they tend the sick and lame
having to beg for money
pulling in their pride
asking...begging
from those who crucified
from those letting Jesus† die
over and over
in the tears shed
from the fry
 
the good heart
willing to do their part
as the ignorant
tears them a part
for they know
this is just a stop
the part filled with knots
on their way to God†
–in His† house
where lives
no more knots
no timings of clocks!
 
 
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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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‘When You Are Sure!’

The veils revealed through Ezekiel 38 and 39.

 When You Are Sure!
 
self righteousness
won't get you far
look to the stars
get out of your cars
stare
not at mars...stars
 
your petty judgments
your petty arguments
have not compared to wars
the Lord† has charged
 
out of peace
He† can forge
start from nothing...wars
use the enemy
for a cause
that didn't exist
until veils barged
 
your evil thoughts
won't get you too far
for He's† in charge!
 
you don't have a say
on your part
when He† needs
to move forward‒
His† barge!
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