‘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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‘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!

‘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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‘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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‘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
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‘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
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‘Your ‘Why”

For the morning dove, how sweet it is to finally know the truth. The decision to live life over society byway of the truth is the most courageous act of love mankind could ever witness.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this writing was taken October 23.

 Your 'Why'
 
I know your why
it's okay
you...no longer
have to just get by
it's okay
lay it out–
let yourself cry
 
before you came back
in this earthly body–
you made a truth
in decide
a cross to occupy
in honor of the One†
on the cross...died
 
you came here
in His† honor
to experience
then to testify
to stab that evil prince
in the eye
 
no one else
made such a decide
you already knew–
the truth
behind the lie
 
you came here
to verify
–put an end
to the genocide
 
of all the crimes
added to this homicide
you chose the worse
in horrify
the one left out
in write
the one to evil
to supply–
stripping dignify
of the preciousness
of the Magi†
 
your importance
now...in verify
the love
in transcribe
not in implied
not in modified
not in mystified
never...again...in nullify
but in exemplified
–for you died
in deny
then resurrected
in verify
on how to beat
evil's formaldehyde
 
for out of vampire
you fought the fires
to break the liars
of their infested pesticide
elevating the life
of Jesus Christ†
 
for you...and you alone–
chose to bear the cross
that didn't even
live in deny
–one hidden by evil
to awaken and thrive
–stealing little lives
for sake of die!
 
you will change the ride
 
for you came back
to experience
then testify
 
this...the meaning
of your why
 
so do it...outwardly cry
for your cross
reasons...from way up high
–a dove in flight
for all mankind