‘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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‘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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‘Job’s Sister’

When you are asked to do something for the Lord, you do it. For He does not take NO for an answer. Those who know this, know the truth.

Note: What you see in the photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 15. He has sent me many crosses proving to me that what you see in these photographs are sent from Him. It is not for me to make you believe or understand. I’m to deliver the message. Your judgement of me is what He is expecting. That’s your mark. You have to answer to that. Not me.

 Job's Sister
 
I weighed out the words
on my heart
I cry and despise my life
I've given all–
to the light
–forgot about everything
sit quietly and write
day after day
year after year
as everyone I love
disappeared
 
alone...banished
I too, beg:
 
what have I done?
show me so I can repent

 
nothing...
but more to write
more work to be done
as lonely consumes me
waiting impatiently
for a love promised to me
work, work, work
as lines cover my face
moving from place to place
writing as in a race
–with no home to trace
 
on and on it goes
every word doesn't escape
Your† eyes
every move I make
You† scrutinize
as I work, work, work
through sleepless nights
missing all the day's light
for a promise
that's never in sight
 
all hate me in despise
I'm left with empty nights
in silence...I'm condemned
talking to the air
at empty walls–
I stare
 
leave me alone!...I yell
then You† fill me up–
a given bone
to do Your† work
then I'm brought back down
crying and complaining
wondering what wrong I've done
to suffer so deep
as everyone who used me
gets to see happy days
I'm torn, stripped of all joy
like a played-out toy
on it...where everyone spits
 
I'd rather this body quit
me...live as the spirits
who feel nothing
but see everything
for all I've worked for
gone
with no place
to call home
nor anyone to call
my own
–just emptiness
and work, work, work
with no joy or happy
left in my heart
 
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‘Taken Accountability’

Accountability is everything. It’s the first step to saving your own soul.

Taken Accountability
 
oh, precious, precious maiden!
see that the Lord†, you forsaken
so simple His† ways
‒the laws He† gave
a Son†...sent to ease the craves
 
but...in...you caved
pretending you're saved
‒feeling protected
with those natural resources
in your caves
feeling protected by those hands
you shake
 
oh, broke, pillaged virgin!
your beauty masked in sin
sunk to greedy corporations
stolen by man-made
religious congregations
 
you haven't looked in mirrors
you haven't diagnosised
your fevers
your lack of accountability
has awakened every surety
God's† unconditional love
‒forcing you into maturity
 
He's† waiting patiently
for truth's sincerity
for love's vulnerability
in correcting‒
through accountability
 
but...on blind eyes, deaf ears
you failed to see
you failed to hear
 
welcoming all nations
by your vulgar invitation
you've sold yourself
‒lust and corruption
lies and manipulation
drowning God's† vision
‒He's† pass frustration
 
no longer‒
your beautiful skirts
can they be mended
no longer‒
your long wavy hair
He† can spare
‒your jewels have
lost their shine
 
let this be your warning
and your sign
 
the world has fallen
at your feet
now...God† is out
of His† seat
standing firm
on HIS† feet
‒He's† coming for full
accountability
 
no longer‒
think of the body
‒too late...in retreat
it's your soul‒
in spirituality
that salvation‒
you must seek
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‘Scolded Child’

No one is smarter or has more power than God. No one. He WILL discipline you. He Will.

 Scolded Child
 
the stubbornness of me
has put me in deep
but I can't deny
the greatness of Thee†
all of my control–
set in captivity
as You† bring Your† hand
down on me
–not in subtle–
but instantly...directly
 
job knew this powerful deed
many have felt and seen
 
You† can push all eyes away
turn people to blind
give loneliness new bleeds
then bring in welcomeness
one by one–
all on how you deem
 
You† have the power
to bring life or death
people contend it's luck
or an accident
or a vicious attack
they don't see
it's God's† tip
of His† hat
the predestined fact
without prayer
without glorification
no changes...it remains
 
you will suffer
for He† wills you to suffer
you succeed
for He† wills your success
you mourn
for He† wills you to do so
 
if you go through life
deaf and blind
your predestiny remains in kind
 
if you listen and see
newness of destiny can be
 
when He† demands you
there's nothing you can do
there's no dues to pay
there's no getting outta
anyone's way
you must do
or He'll† torment you
'til you comply in the do
so do what He† ask of you
without question or drool
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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 Jesus'†
each and every vein
I'm so weary...feelings‒
my work done in vane
so, I call on you...Jesus†
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
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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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