‘Words in Wisdom’ and ‘Removing of Chains’

We have to break those chains. If we constantly carry that pain and keep feeding it then we never achieve total peace. We have to be able to lift that hurt off of us.

(July 10)―Today, I was lead to Psalm 107 (included fully at the end of the commentary for ‘Removing of Chains’). From that, I was led back into the past and Jesus made me cry. An order I placed weeks ago came in today. It was a dress. It’s the third of six dresses that I ordered in the size 2x. I’m not really a 2x, but I’m not a 6 or a 10 or even a 12 anymore. The 2x dresses fit loose and they are comfortable…COMFORTABLE is the key word. Then I was led to ‘Removing of Chains’ written in 2012. When I got to the end of that writing, that’s when the tears came. And David saying, ‘Yes!’ When you read it, you will totally understand. It is included below, as this is long…an afternoon-sit-with-coffee-or-tea type of writing!

Words in Wisdom
 
look up to what's up
oppression happens
in the mind
over years, over time
it brings on despair
something that traumatized‒
and wasn't...at all...fair
 
it took from you
it robbed from you
of an innocence
leaving your mind
in distress
your heart
in confusion
‒it became your affliction
your personal calamity
though you refused to see
too young, too naïve
‒you just saw
it wasn't the way to be
 
so you learned differently
a game of hide and seek
that moved you
to disbelief
 
you threw away empathy
not caring‒
way down deep
‒you learned how to surface
keep things out of seep
showing simple compassion
without making a decision
or turning it into
an intrusion
 
instead you learned to lift
take it off of you‒
to a cause...shift
then bounce it back
‒whomever got a whiff
 
you aced the summersault
getting out of discomfort
byway of other's vaults
‒it's easy for you to stomp
whomever comes‒
revealing your faults
 
‒from your mind
you built a special cult‒
those who live
in the same confusion
‒truth is abruptly put
in halt
cast out...the door barred
in bolt
 
you learned‒
became the master
in shield
‒the enemy
the hidden iniquities:
the unfairness
the immorality
the unjust
the wrong
the evil
the viciousness‒
all that you blame
passed around
with emotions inflamed
 
‒are yours....

Note: The photograph was taken October 7, 2019: Faces. In this set of frames, David points the faces out to me. I didn’t see them before. He said I wasn’t ready to see them. I point them out to you as much as I can. He also points out other things, things that pass a message on. I discuss these messages on the page, just click the link. You can see or not. All I can do is present. I can’t help your unbelief or your pain. I can plant a seed and give it to God. May the Lord always be in your corner. Amen.

Both ‘Removing of Chains’ and ‘Words in Wisdom’ parallel each other and then to read Psalm 107, either written by King David or Asaph, it doesn’t matter. This writing was written in a time when God clearly made Himself known in big ways. Today, He does it in simple ways that people can see…at least, those who CAN see.

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‘Death Groom’

The one thing that I did learn for sure: They hate anyone who wasn’t traumatized. In fact, they fantasize killing them or hurting them. It takes their own pain away.

Death Groom
 
it fell on their lips
‒a rehearsed transcript
among themselves
alone...in their thoughts
 
truth has its way
in profit
‒thoughts in doing it
everyone goes through it‒
doing away with toxic
beating it with a stick
in their face...spit
yelling at them
calling them dick or bitch
 
‒thoughts of the innocent
roaring out in conflict
then to God†‒
an all-in-it submit
 
it's what truth does
in contradict
that which adds to affliction‒
the afflict
reasons to be called
dick or bitch
 
I've been the victim
in the script
among evil's summit
the test in transit
‒taken almost..to it
 
places...playing out‒
taking me to the pulpit
with lies on their lips
their eyes following a skit
‒they were going to do it
 
but something stopped it
not once, not twice
but thrice
I was the object of it
I was the bait in trick
 
but He† stopped it
took me out of it
as they paid for it
sunk deeper down
into it
‒for even thinking it

Note: The Dragon and the All-Seeing Eye…October 23, 2019. I read in places where people associate the dragon with evil. God says, ‘I am.’ He is ALL things. He says, ‘I am the dragon.’ And He has sent the dragon twice. I didn’t go looking for this. David tells me when to go take the photographs. God sends what He needs us to SEE. If you see it, you are open to Him and know Him. If you can’t see, you are veiled from the truth because your heart is full of scars. If you want to be unveiled, you have to do the work of unveiling yourself! It IS that simple.

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(June 27)―Things were revealed to me about my life this afternoon. I sort of knew this, but wasn’t sure. Now I know. After the revelation, I was instructed to write about it then I’d be shown the Scripture, hence, ‘Death Groom’. After I wrote it, ‘Open the book,’ and ‘Jonah’s Prayer’!

Jonah’s PrayerFrom inside the fish Jonah prayed to the Lord his God. He said: ‘In my distress I called to the Lord, and He answered me. From the depths of the grave I called for help, and You listened to my cry. You hurled me into the deep, into the very heart of the seas, and the currents swirled about me; all Your waves and breakers swept over me. I said, ‘I have been banished from Your sight; yet I will look again toward Your holy temple.’ The engulfing waters threatened me, the deep surrounded me; seaweed was wrapped around my head. To the roots of the mountains I sank down; the earth beneath barred me in forever. But You brought my life up from the pit, O Lord my God. When my life was ebbing away, I remembered You, Lord, and my prayer rose to You, to Your holy temple. Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs. But I, with a song of thanksgiving, will sacrifice to You. What I have vowed I will make good. Salvation comes from the Lord.—Jonah 2:1-9

My Lord brought me through all of what He put me in, as He used me as the ultimate test for others. The ex husband, the plantation and the sweet man were the three ultimate tests. Sure, there were an amazing amount of tests for me, and I, too, had to go through this ultimate test, but not like these three did.

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‘Death March’

Deal! Lies kill. Lies destroy. Manipulation and living a fake life…God sees ALL!

 Death March
 
God† brings in tests
evil, the prince of sin
freely plays
for the win
–it's all testing
each person involved
in each test
 
who's going to lie
who's going to hide
who's going to fall
to ego and pride
who's going to confess
ease their soul
to rest
 
who's truly the enemy
in disguise
in captivity
–on their backs
a haunting spirit
lost in unrest
 
who's going to pass blame
who's the target
of their aim
who'll seal it
with a kiss
of a snake's hiss
 
God† uses each
for each's test
–those fallen
to the hiss
covering up their sin
for secrets
shh, hush, hush
are best
protecting their darkness
as they steal innocence
–do whatever it takes–
blacken a stolen light
 
God† sends in
the hardest tests
–the devil's unquenchable taste
its darkened thirst of lust–
to those His† heart knows
will win
–taking its time
in condemn–
rebuilding
for His† brethren
as the eating away
takes its place
of the one
who brought in sin
or rather–
those covering up–
the true ones in sin
the ones forbidding
the healing
protecting their own skin
–they are the ones
to the pit...condemned
failing God's† tests
for their own
fake rest
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‘Channel’

Don’t change your independent self because of another person.

 Channel
 
a bird flies when its free
it stagnates
in captivity
its colors blossom
in variety
fading in ambiguity
‒plucking them out
in atrocity
 
in nature...the act in free
all the same
in its facility
a trapping technicality
‒being free has its complexity
 
as a woman
in her diplomacy
giving true
to her effeminacy
when treated
with significancy
 
when she's satisfied
in her sexuality
she falls into compliancy
even in another's complacency
giving up her self-sufficiency
even her style in flossy
being, at first
blissful in buoyancy
 
as it goes...comes the decadency
becoming aware
of the deficiency
–a broken down fallacy
as she meets each exigency
 
outward...comes her adamancy
as gone goes her sexy
–an inward building pudency
her usual controlled diplomacy
loses its bearing
to rampancy
 
as goes the controlling austerity
saving-money hostility
‒slowly caving
in her impetuosity
 
attention...gone its notoriety
even her newly shaped nudity
once praised with delicacy
gone...with looks
words in vulgarity
stripping
all her sexy naughty
–leaving vagueness
in commonality
 
lack of interest
opens a familiarity
once ignoring
so much secrecy
once ignoring the mendacity
pulling forward
all its perfidy
as gone...all her sensuality
understanding
its diverted generosity
she becomes lost
in recalcitrancy
–the precious kitty lost
to lunacy
 
all for giving her free
to submissive captivity
for the awakening
of her sexuality!
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‘Love in Action’

Actions, in spite of resentment, still say LOVE

 Love in Action
 
no matter the resentment
it was given then taken
actions of love
still...not just a must
but a do
 
it's all giving
without judgment
helping without faking
actions in love
doing
without needing a clue
 
it's helping another
without commitment
being truthful
without manipulation
actions in love
doing
for words are not enough
 
it's getting over
the resentment
‒those taking without
returning the give
actions in love
still...a beautiful mark
on the heart
in the making
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‘Shouldering Damage’

You deal and accept the physical damage caused by narcissism’s carelessness

 
Shouldering Damage
 
upon her shoulders
carries the weight–
shouldering damage
from those who couldn't stay
–a go-getter
they couldn't take
she...never wanting‒
any kinda hate
‒that was never
her intended fate
‒she let love lead the way
ending in heavy price's
to pay
 
only in moments
she lived in sedate
all them medical doctors
had to medicate
she just needed room‒
a bit of space
to grasp the idea
of her body ache
never using it as an escape
‒it hurt...and she was its bait
 
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
 
upon her shoulders‒
she wears the cape
an anti-depressant to mask
a different kinda ache
–emotional chains
she couldn't tolerate
a burning heart
left in saturate
mixed with anger
lust and hate
screaming
without intentional berate
from love
that just couldn't stay
 
then again‒
she let love be her mate
a heart damaged‒
in too many ways
–again...a turn in obliterate
a brain burned in uncultivate
all that damage‒
on her shoulders
in blissful weight
men who couldn't bear
the cape
of her physical‒
being in waste
 
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
 
she now wears‒
a suit of armor
from love's mate
as the heavy scars from fake–
I can't stay
you...I could only tolerate
builds her face
straight to a destiny's fate–
the writer in massive create
 
she...to never deny God
in whatever she faced
so she shoulders damage
left behind–
by carelessness
and self hate
building her rose‒
from a destroyer's
intentional state
 
she knows‒
she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–others led her to fall
not caring
the damage at all
 
oh! how
she can stand tall–
she picked herself up
from the fall
using the rest of her life
in God's hall
lost to true love's
missed call
she knows‒
she gave it her all
–it was not her
that caused
the fall!
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‘Anger’s Infest’

Anger wants you steadfast! God wants you moving forward!

 Anger's Infest
 
feel it beneath your skin
evil's way of getting within
actions in horror's den
‒ways of evil's perfect sin
 
it'll trap you in cussing
it'll condemn you in swearing
pulling at you...probing
wanting your reaction
for it's only satisfaction
 
it'll take all
of your triggering notions
you...down...dragging
as it smiles
in sadistic laughing
craving your giving in
your fight...it's welcoming
celebrating
your mind's condemn
 
anger...evil's infested gem
words, actions
its consistency in playing
wanting you
self to defend
so it can celebrate
in its win
 
feel it beneath your skin
evil's way of getting within
actions in horror's den
‒ways of evil's perfect sin
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‘The Bitch of It’

Sometimes you just gotta to be a bitch!

A sample from Book 12

  The Bitch of It
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
 
first they want thin
then they want fat
first they want blond
then they want black
first they want
a down-with-it bitch
then they want
a church-going chick
first they want
the naught of it
then they want just sit
first they want
the free-thinking kind‒
intelligent and shit
then they make
the do-it-my-way dip
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
 
first they want
drama-free tits
then they add the fits
first they want
the sex-driven licks
then they forget how to kiss
first they want real's click
then goes backwards the flips
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒setting confusion's tick
 
it's all the bitch of it
flip, flip, flip
when you're trying
to get a grip
the crap of it...clip
 
old bitches come in to sip
trying to slyly unzip
when down falls
their run-away crib
 
new bitches force in a rip
sending those pussy pics
flirting to get a hit
trying to fill
voids in the flip
 
for a secured woman's commit‒
it's all a big trip
a playground's nip
she doesn't have time to rip
‒quivering lips curl
to laugh's fit
because....
she's the bitch of it
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‘Do Your Thing’

When they’re paving the way for another ‘thing’!

A sample from Book 12

  'Do Your Thing'
 
standing still, so rigid
memories return, so rapid  
do your thing
words that seem splendid
once before, becoming frigid
leaving me in stupid
 
words that shouldn't‒
but still stick
like a repeated lick
too afraid to admit‒
concentrating on self's wick
leaves doors open for the slick
 
that's just not it
it's that aged-old skit
played out...without a script
 
distance begins the slit
less hugging, more anger
words constantly in twist
‒making the mind constantly flip
 
there should not be panic
when felt before
this tactic
 
flip, flip, flip
skippy, skip, skip
 
the past's certain mimic
leaves only you in chaotic
breaking your spirit
turning to God for guidance
 
less comes the kisses
every ounce of erotic
disappears in a lick
‒the body is just an it
you become invalid!
time with you, the omit
things get drastic
leaving pure conflict
and you are the reason for it
 
how to be so quiet
when affection‒
you can't even solicit
pushed away...again and again
leaving you frigid
a body drowning
in an unhealthy orbit
 
taking you're the reason
for it
you're not pretty enough
you're too fat, too sad
when...in truth's logic
their argument, distance‒
all part of the already written
transcript
‒no need
to repeat it!
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‘Ex-foliate My Soul’

You have to leave others out of ‘self’!

A sample from Book 12

 Ex‒foliate My Soul
 
I still hear the winds blow
I know, still, from and to
the direction it goes
I depend, too much
on human souls
‒directing my emotional role
 
these feet‒
so stuck in muddy ground
I've lost the feelings
of being found
trying to understand
hear...every sound
I've stumbled away
from which I'm bound
 
raise me up, oh Lord†
unclog‒
these maggot-filled holes
rub your sands deeply in‒
pull me out
as you wash away clean
the filth
of this infested bowl
help me again‒
feel fit and lean
where I once had strength
of a lion
‒the sanctuary
of a crystal clear stream
 
enlighten my heart, sweet Jesus†
relight this drive
I so carelessly left behind
enrich my soul
wash away the corrode
so me, in ease, I can stand
on my own two feet
understand words in my heart
having strength to sort
‒without falling apart
 
yes, Lord†, raise my tempo back up
so I can feel, once more
the unstoppable me
‒that pure individual feeling
of being free
without the need
of another's glee
 
I open me up‒
mind, body, soul
I'm, again, letting go
so...whichever the winds blow
matter is not needed
for I'll be free again‒
in the total of
letting go
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