‘Pledging the Way’

Ignoring reality of the truth is setting yourself up for the final judgment. Are you willing to wait eternity in the pit for that final judgment? Damn, you must be dumb!

Pledging the Way
 
God's† utopia in affect
not hard to connect
dots in dissect
 
creating bodies in alphabet
in growth–
comes the pickpocket
taking each knowing nugget
–what sticks to mind
what drives us in let
it's all stored up
in chambers of secrets
to be used against us
like a useless puppet
 
in ways of interpret
how this picker
uses each snippet
sending out lives
to the toilet
if not taught the process
of the bullet
 
if taught in correct
we'd know it's all useless
for yesterday is gone
sins brought to offset
like untying a corset
letting our hearts breath
rethink in etiquette
asking for mercy–
so in comes the flower
in violet
 
then what happened
becomes our asset
changing the blanket in forget
to a lesson to teach
in rocket
 
the how in putting our lives
on a budget
living the way
with zero regrets
–that's God's† ultimate utopia
the love in magnet
without fighting useless
 
but...there is a useless
a warring jacket
with material sockets
bleeding blood from facets
masquerading....
as beautiful sunsets
 
learning the difference
warding off the pickpocket
saying
'go ahead....
take but you can't stay'

 
–it's all a sublet
learning sin's object
then letting go–
moving into the way
the total in accept
without losing God's† gifts
that which
He's† the architect
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‘Brave in the Snatch!’

The avenging angel. Would you warn for the love of mankind if you knew it was coming?

Note: The picture that accompanies this work as well as those included in this work were taken November 11th because of an urgent message for me to go outside and take them. I had no idea what I would be getting in the photographs. I’m told this is the avenging angel.

 Brave in the Snatch!
 
don't quarrel
with unbelief–
don't defend
let's see who wins

 

the Lord† said
as His† voice
calmed my head
 
who will come
to my rescue

 
I asked
 
fifty years
I've paid the dues
they don't see You†
–how can I just 'do'

 
I† will see
who pleads for you

 
He† responded
 
no need to defend truth
I† am truth
truth doesn't change
write what's in your heart
if they tear you apart
I† will do what's needed
to sort
trust in these words
–write what you heard

 
my Father† said it all
even if I have to fall
again and again
in Him† I'll stand tall
–always back to paul–
I'll be who I need to be
sow as many seeds
–even if me
they don't see
 
so the words get written
to defend
now forbidden
 
to snatch from the fire
as many as I can acquire
however I desire
remaining true
to my Father†
as each time
He† saves me from the brier
as each time...I feel
Jesus† by my side:
 
I've† shown you the liars
you're sent in hard love
the mother of the dove
this isn't a job for hire
it's the way–
listen to Me† inside
I'll†  show the way
–on the outside

 

so, I bowed my head
in cry
knowing the coming feuds
blasphemy, heresies
–all from the world's fuse
as God's† words soothe:
 
you are not of the world
you are Mine† to use
sow your seeds–
I'll† do my job, too

 
so, I'll plow on...stand tall
for His† words mean all
with Him†
I never truly fall
as He† reminds me
again and again
 
you're not part of 'y'all'
 
I'm here for the snatch
however way
I can hatch
–the hard
those lost in dark
(a cussing and screaming–
hating the Lord†)
 
I'll fight my way in
whatever it takes–
shoulder them
'til that surface yell
is sent
straight to hell
–in my arms
they'll fall
protected from harm
joy filling their heart
their eyes crying in love
–as they whisper
from out the dark
 
I love you, Lord†
thank you
for not giving up
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‘The Vine† to Nourish’

It keeps coming. Why to me? I have no idea. But I’m passing it to you. Hear or not. Your choice.

 The Vine† to Nourish
 
He† came to divide
knowing
in time
Him†...so many
would deny
 
He† wasn't unseen‒
blind to the eye
He† was touchable
He† spoke
was in man's sight
but so many‒
cast Him† aside
even with wonders‒
done before eyes
veils tested hearts
in try
failing
as to knees
they cried
 
waiting there
in the light
hearing so many cry
He† wonders:
why they don't even try?

instead of nourishing
this vine
they believe the lie
they close their eyes
to the truth
of the vine
 
too long has passed by
too long
waiting
for their try
the body feeds
the vine
yet
they're letting it die
without even a try
 
to rekindle this vine
time has come‒
birth
a new life
that won't drain
the head's light
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