‘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

‘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
Continue reading “‘Time to Pray’”

‘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!
Continue reading “‘A Swayer’s Cup’”

‘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.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this writing was taken on October 23rd. It is the white dove that I write about later in this writing when talking about the Sign of Jonah!

 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
Jesus'† 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
Continue reading “‘Good of Earth’”

‘Pillage of Souls’

I am His messenger. I am His witness…this IS a Message from God:

Note: I’m told to use this photograph again. The All-Seeing Eye and the orb on my lips says I’m speaking truth. Photograph taken October 23rd.

 Pillage of Souls
 
it is in the vastness
of hide
where it is
you'll find the lie
–that which bleeds souls
to die
 
it is in the masquerade–
leaving questions
in why
tearing you apart
inside
leaving your mind
hallow and dry
staring from eyes
as tears you cry
 
it is in this charade
you play along–
for those in hide
play on your weak side
pull you
in their jive
laughing and smiling
all the while in connive
not allowing you to see
–where lies the suicide
 
you go along with it
you battle in your mind
for what you know
and what you see
collide
 
you finally accept
the ride
its joyful, happier times
leaving it behind
or not even knowing
what lies in the hide
 
deception is a lie
no matter the looks
outside
–some lie in die
on the inside
over a hide
buried in the homicide
 
mixing it all up
to points of destroy–
of good lives
for over the lie
someone has to die
–a life to justify
 
gone is where truth lies
–souls live pass
a body's life
 
all matters–
seen by God's† eyes
–as they laugh out loud
feel all is right
they are protected
in the hide–
 
God† is moving pieces–
setting it all up
for the dark–
(that hidden hide)
to be awakened
brought to light
revealing truth
–reclaiming souls
from the devil's eyes
Continue reading “‘Pillage of Souls’”

‘Spaces to Stay’

Believing in love is hard after being let down. Sometimes, we just have to throw our hands up and trust in God’s plan. Those who don’t see God’s plan: they just keep going round and round. Trust in that Jesus Love. He’ll come through when He knows we are ready.

 Spaces to Stay
 
I wanted to think
you cared
I wanted to believe
I was more than a barbie doll
to stare
I wanted to be in arms
somewhere...anywhere
just to feel accepted
–not just in skin...bare
 
I was wrong
 
a constant staring in air
playing dress up–
fixing my hair
without a soul to care
 
just once...wanting to be
more than just a dare
to not dawn sex to wear
–just being there
believing...I'm finally
free of the tear
leaving behind
every frightful scare
that I'd be left
for another in bare
 
I was wrong
 
the weakest link–
everywhere
the spear always wanting
to be somewhere
–in a different anywhere
 
in blank spaces I stare
voiding empty glares
all those running
to somewhere
spreading themselves
anywhere
–getting no wheres

‘Crucifying Jesus†’

Persecution. I was led to the Acts in the Bible today. The historical account of what happened to Peter and the rest of them who initially was appointed to tell the world about their experience, their testimony, about Jesus Christ. Nothing much has changed!

Note: The purple ray that you see in the picture that accompanies this writing is the purple love of Jesus. It is a blessing that He is placing on the 2 orbs inside of the red bubble. Those 2 orbs represent 2 people whom God has already married. There is a marriage under God and a marriage under man. You will know who these 2 people are, I’m told, in the near future. I already know. (I’m told to write this because of my self-doubt. It is dated now as everything else I’m told to write. It is for the sole purpose of revealing truth to me, personally, and to you. I can’t deny my self-doubt because I can’t see how this will happen, but in God and in Jesus, everything is possible. In Jesus’ name, Amen.)

 Crucifying Jesus†
 
I'm part of the body
‒that of Christ†
the head
 
the bullying of me
is the bullying of Him†
the name calling...judgment
of me
is the judgment of Him†
 
I am special
for He† is special
if am part of Him†
He† lives
inside of me
 
for:
 
I am in Christ†
Christ† is in me

 
you forsake His† name
deny His† claim
I shall speak‒
all the same
–for He† removed my chains
as to peter‒
the angel came
 
you crucify Jesus†
when you crucify me
 
you ignore Jesus†
when you ignore me
 
your faith is tested
‒as mine
 
I cry for you
as your doubt...revealed
no longer can you conceal
a heart...wasted
 
for:
 
I am in Christ†
Christ† is in me

 
not just words
someone once heard
but forever in flight
the light
‒the saving bird
who gave His† life
–to redeem the world
Continue reading “‘Crucifying Jesus†’”

‘Told but Not Heard’

God’s choice on how He reveals Himself is His call. He’s leaving how we see it up to us individually. Will you see it?

Note: The photograph attached to this commentary reveals who’s speaking. If you can’t see Him, you are blind. This isn’t in my imagination. All the photographs from September 27, reveal Him is the most extraordinary ways. Those whose faith is solid will see it. Those in disbelief are veiled and will not…that is His ultimate test for you.

 Told but Not Heard
 
the past is not history
‒its repeating
to God†
not a mystery
 
no matter the millennium
not matter the decade
 
the repeated rebellion
against the Father†
of all creation
who sent His† Son†
‒seeing how hard
to listen with the heart‒
He† dealt an easier card
but that too...too hard
 
His† wrath was shown
again and again
‒disasters of nature
turned to scientific adventure
 
to Him†...forgotten amends
left for a sunday's amen
instead of an every day win
 
lessons not learned
as fires in forests burned
as wars over and over turned
‒rewards taken
not earned
 
rape, murder, lies
pillage, corruption
 
on and on and on
then judge
when God steps
on the ledge
‒criticizing, condemning
those He† uses
to spread His† news
 
go on, go on, go on‒
He's† already prepared them
for your abuse
‒they...have a place
reserved...in heaven's muse
your criticism
doesn't have a chance
‒only puts you further
out of heaven's range
 
look to your selves
seek refuge inside
rather than outside
‒debate with your self
heal your own
spiritual health‒
then and only then
can you reach out
beyond your self
 
repeating of history
not at all a mystery
 
nothing is better
‒hence God's† coming wrath
coming...to re-gather
what's been shattered
Continue reading “‘Told but Not Heard’”

‘Undo What’s Done’

You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!

 Undo What's Done
 
you are His† son
a tiny dot of sun‒
that can wage wars
beneath the stars
from so close
yet so far
 
I feel it all‒
deep inside
‒you have
what it takes
undo what's done
‒show the world
your sum
 
you are His† son
larger than life
cut by a knife
bleeding deep‒
from the inside
‒throw it, throw it
far from your outside
grow outward‒
don't hide
 
prove to Him†
you are more‒
than just a son
‒you are a light
shining
from a darkened sun

‘Erase Anger’s Mark’

Forgiveness. It is not just about forgiving in general, it’s about all the little parts that go along with hurt…anger, resentfulness. It’s setting ego and pride aside. It’s not bowing down. It’s living up to God’s standards. It’s what truth is all about.

 Erase Anger's Mark
 
to fix the heart
erase...has to go–
anger's mark
–leaving not one trace
of remorse
 
so how to start
cleansing this heart
to forgive all debts
forgive being brought
to death
by another's empty head
 
completely put love
in every place
when their name
is but a trace–
on any person's tongue
–not one word, or thought
in any formed base
–can hate lace
 
how to remove
this force–
that keeps wanting
to have its course
 
how to convert it
to love
–remove
the resentment glove
–to completely
wipe anger away
 
I ask for this answer
–this tiny little favor
if I'm to be a teacher
–a hurt healer
please tell, my Lord†
my own heart–
how do I wipe it off–
those who broke it
those who never
said sorry
or gave reason for it–
–how do I cleanse it
so I can teach it
Continue reading “‘Erase Anger’s Mark’”