‘A Faith’s Window’

You don’t need permission to do what is right. You don’t need to ask what’s in your heart. You already know that. Follow that.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken November 11th.

 A Faith's Window
 
it's preparing for rain
when the sun is bright
 
it's saying truth
when it's not even–
expected of you
knowing–
it's safe within you
being something–
only you knew
‒but feeling a pull
a little hurt to deal
doing what is real
 
it's understanding the storm
to set things right
 
it's making moves
‒just something
you have to do
without being told to
even when no one–
understands you
even when they see you
as a fool
 
it's staying the course
no matter the force
going against the core
never asking any man–
what for
 
taking it straight
to the Lord†
for you just know
He's† in charge
 
it's being in tuned–
to your emotions
hearing what's inside
letting it overpower–
everything outside
–arguing and debating
alone in a closed-off room
but never giving into doubt–
without evidence given
to what's it all about
–just doing...even in gloom
because you heard it–
from deep within you
 
when all seems dark
everyone telling you–
what to do
–so lost and confused
knowing truly–
what to do
even if others–
don't want you to
–it's coming
from deep within
void of family and friends
–digging deep...trusting
for you heard the Lord†
talking to you

‘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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‘Tests of Worth’

What is life worth to you? What would you do to get it?

Note: A direct message from God begins this commentary. The photograph that accompanies this work was taken November 9th. The V in my hair. God’s vengeful side. Read the commentary on that page to fully understand. It’s time that you did!

 Tests of Worth
 
will you remain the playa
the prima donna
stuck in propaganda
or will you see
as did hezekiah–
stand still
drop all pride of heart
pull out deception's dart
do your part
for the one and only Lord†
 
in words of isaiah
in words of the Messiah†
–now...will you continue
to adhere to false dogma
ridicule His† agenda
words sent to heal, to save
not break down, destroy
 
will you see the difference
change your ways
will you continue your
judging hoopla
praise in a manipulative
hosanna
will you turn
see truth in Jesus the Saviour†
or abuse His† cross
for money's gala
 
what's your worth
avoiding the pit
why won't you heal
from your trauma
–understand the true utopia
heaven's doors...opened
 
God† won't send a subpoena
–it's all upon self
seeing true worth
the reason for the Messiah†
from death to resurrection
from fall to rise
the truth
to your dilemma
as in the life of hezekiah
stand firm
in God's† agenda

(December 3, 2019)―I was told to wait and post this. I’ve been waiting for the go ahead. I finally got it.

On November 15th, I received the following message directly from God:

‘You will see. The test is coming. They will see I am the God, the Lord Almighty, the Alpha, the Omega. They will see My wrath around the world. I will shake it, rattle it, put it all in unstable. Unite or see the end. Unite. Come together. Help. The time has come. For the prophet Isaiah warned so now a new prophet warns. This is the one and only God. The warning is set. The button’s been pushed. You will soon know it is I.’

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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

‘Broad Stroke’

Artists. God’s workers. Those who listen to that which comes from inside.

Note: The art that accompanies this work is a screen shot of art within a photograph sent to me on November 9th. God’s art. If you have an artist’s eye, then you will see the image.

 Broad Stroke
 
the Lord† has taken my life
made me a symbol in strife
a fighter for the light
 
He's† laid His† pen to strike
each time win is in sight
He† covers each pit of bight
with another tireless fight
 
I struggle in this mixture
so contrite
 
'why do You† punish me–
didn't I live most of my life
walking in right'

 
I cry and cry
day to night
with moments in relieve–
to sit down for Him†...write
as He† pours the words inside
forcing me
to bring them to the outside
 
I can't fight His† might
His† brush reaches me
from every height
keeping me down–
 
'write, write it down
pen to paper
how I† make you feel
speak truth–
what's behind this deal'

 
each time I refuse
He† toughens His† strike
keeping every body–
out of sight
as I struggle in lonely's stride
begging me to cry and cry
 
'why do You† hate me
I've done all that You† asked
I've never faltered
–my complain and my fight
isn't that tight
keeping me from the write'

 
but He† comes down
in a furious flight
making my body heavy
my will, my spirit
lost in the night
feeling evil all around
lost then found
lost then found
against every silently screaming fight
weighing me down in kryptonite
covering me with sorrowful blight
 
'all I've done for my knights
I get condemned
they get happy and high'

 
He's† taken all away
every love, every pleasure
drowned it all
in my wrestling plight
 
'write, write it down
pen to paper
how I† make you feel
speak truth–
what's behind this deal'

 
as all the words I write
not being the ones right
 
'yes, yes, yes
–go deep, deep, deep
the truth of Me†
don't leave any to guess'

 
I wobble in my cry
as swollen goes my eyes
I eat 'til I'm high
smoke cigars–
pretend I can fly
wondering over and over
 
'what more do I write'
 
as the emotions
continue its roller-coaster ride
 
'fuck you world
and all your dick-swinging swirl
I'm tired of crying for you
Lord†, I'd rather just die
then a moment more–
for them...write'

 
then deeper goes my ride
'til my head wants to blow
from all the tears I cry
then they all dry
sting...burn rings my eyes
leaving me haunted in why
 
'write, write it down
pen to paper
how I† make you feel
speak truth–
what's behind this deal'

 
writing the truth of Him†
His† broad strokes forcing the hymn
He's† in control of everything
all sadness that stings
all happy that rings
but the artist–
His† most precious thing
brings truth through
that suffering thing
 
there's no running
from His† might
the art comes from His† heart
through the pen
His† messages ring
the truth of the sadder
of the happier things
–that which bleeds life
in the will to fight
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‘Each Time’

God is NOT a religion. He’s everything. What part of this you don’t get? Jesus is Love! Working for them is hard. People will condemn you. The pit for them!

 Each Time
 
I don't have to write
what I feel
job already spun that reel
 
job tells how you deal
he explains the real
truth...so many conceal
words...sewn up...sealed
 
that's not my drill
here's my only
needing thrill:
have I touched one heart
just one...I look around
–there is none
yes, I've found none
without a whisper
without even one word–
there's nothing to sort
easy...there comes no clutter
to even...with...bother

You've† removed
every single one
–gone
even my little ones
there's no one
so, what I have won
 
I question
You† answer
share...You† demand
help them understand
what's eating–
the hearts of man
 
still..no one
not one single one
 
each time–
comes Your† demand
take my knowledge
to this deceitful world–
take a stand
 
each time–
less I have
each time–
love...I get–
not even half
 
instead...sacrifice
at Your† hand
for woman and man
evil to withstand
but...they chalk it up
to wantings of fans
 
for penny games
the pit's national grandstand
putting everything about You†
into a circus of alien brand
 
each time–
You† ask of me: more
alone stands at my door
You† keeping me from them all–
society's beck and call

I appreciate the stall–
Your† love
throws me up against walls
for You† catch me
every time I fall
 
each time–
I ask for someone
still...no one
for I'm designed for a two
in a world
where there's so few
who to You†...are true
 
each time–
I ask and wait
each time–
tears You† bring
in sad songs
to sing
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‘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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