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 Yeshuah 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
(Written September 25, 2019)
You must learn to fight with your mind!
Backlash
He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
–a warning
that will steal your laugh
He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
His† simplicity‒
riddled with an interesting sass
if you fall too far behind
on the graph
He† has an unwavering strap
administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
in a dash
giving you a chance
to bounce back
from your deep, darkened nap
but you haven't read
the telegraph
you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
or the blast
you haven't even heard
the slush
of His† slow drag
instead
you waddle like an ass
pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
round and round
lap after lap
slowly distorting Him†
in every class
mixing it all up–
commoners can't even grasp
leaving it all
to be given in mass
not willing
to take on the task
–it's all been a trap
the mark of the beast–
will be an easy lash
they will be willing–
without any wording sass
let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
how to measure gullibility–
the strength needed
to cure this rash
will take more
than attending a mass
or around waist
wrapping a sash
in the mind
will come the nag
–a played-out invisible rag
strange thoughts
making a face sag
doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
heaviness and confusion–
mixing it all up in lag
there's a better way to combat
this dark invisible rag
–powers hidden
once sealed–
too high to be grasped
it's now time
to bathe in its vast
opening it up–
the vaults...down...smash
mind for mind...slash
taking control back
before the Lamb comes
in a flash
open up for a higher stash
–sorting through trash
with an energy in splash
yes, He's† coming
a warning in passing
a chance to be given
for a new class
a higher way
fighting in blast
a choice in self's brass
–thrive in eternity's musical jazz
or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap
(August 24, 2019)―Wow! is how today began. A jolting out of bed at 4 a.m. to write. I didn’t want to get up. Three times I was literally jolted out of bed. I finally got up and I’ve been writing ever since. That’s what I’m suppose to do: keep writing.
I mentioned in a few writings that I’ll eventually have a section on here about my meditation journey…it will either be in a category or an entire section to itself. All I know is that I’m on an extraordinary journey and I’ve been on this journey for years now, only this time it’s elevated, and I’m to share the entire process here.
Continue reading “‘Backlash’ (The Crucifixion Vision)”Healing individual and nation byway of God’s tests!
Time Allotment
there were so many‒
but not quite like the three
babylon, rome, egypt
babylon wiped from the map
rome...an enemy-insertion trap
as egypt turns
to left-over scrap
there were many other nations
tribes around the world
worshiping their gods
in a swirl
disappearing...gone
‒their gods' validation
God† over-shadows all others
they last quite a while
then smothered
God† doesn't interfere
doesn't even bother
‒leave them to the world's wonder
just how many gods
are under the thunder?
once mighty rulers
having gold and emeralds
hundreds of years‒
forcing slaves
to dry them tears
in each heart
placements of fear
thousands of years
controllers held dear
all before: Yeshuah† appeared
slowly, slowly rulers
of such magnitude...disappeared
are you blind...think so queer
that you can out smart‒
thousands of years!
just three: babylon, rome, egypt
oh my! thousands of years
they had reason‒
held their egos so dear
forcing love to the rear
live by hate, pride‒
the shield...instilling fear
but barely old enough
to even see rough!
built up pride and ego
not even three hundred years!
laugh, laugh, laugh
‒the emptying of the glass
chances were given
to help you last
‒you're just using it in sass
sweet, sweet land of milk and honey
days are coming less sunny
countries with more maturity
countries with much more history
fell to the feet
of the Mystery
ancestors left
with no one to call majesty
‒take heed to that of sincerity
you're wasting a gift‒
too young...a baby
not even close to maturity
ego, pride, greed‒
wasted years in cruelty
falling to the hands
of evil in royalty!
(July 5, 2019)—I was led to Ezekiel again today. Political mess. Shootings again in America. Not schools or theaters this time…Wal-Marts! I ask: Why not Target, or the malls, or Walgreens, or any other branded store. Why Wal-Marts? Strange occurrences. The schools. Sure there were a few out-of-sort shootings trying to throw it off, but mostly schools. Then theaters. Random? Across the country. Even less than six minutes from my house! Then a concert…I’m thinking it was going to be the first of many, but then security took over. Stupid really…to target a place like Vegas…that shit spills all over the country. I went to several concerts after. Security is high! Now stores….
Continue reading “‘Time Allotment’”The truth of planting seeds by-way of Jeremiah! It’s time for hurting to take the personal responsibility to heal.
Solitary Confinement they're out there enjoying Life those who Lied and betrayed while she sits in silence waiting for her time they all believe the opposite of what is True they are all blinded in fool while her tears cause her to drool praying...her inward tool for being condemned doing what she was supposed to do all abandoned her deciding to judge where no judgment was due pitying her– where no pitying was due so she accepts the cross ‒knowing full well...who's in charge in the waves of other's flaws like a rage doll...she was tossed but her hopes stayed with the Light their insecurities weren't even her fight in her eyes she just watched their blight screamed at them in her troubled fight thinking it was her right standing up for herself against the night those suffering for lack of insight in only the Lord† can things ever be right yes, she watched...screamed with all her might years of blight‒ but it was never her fight ‒she was already in the Light so she waits...sometimes in cry accepting the silence her temporary confinement forever lasting enlightenment as those who suffer inside play with false lives on the outside ‒the lost coveting what they lost concealing in Lies...lost not knowing what it means to take it to the cross yes, they condemn her, judge her placing her in depressed...lost when all the while‒ what they refused to see she was always a Faithful child of the Boss!
(July 23, 2019)—There’s a lot going on but little of nothing. What’s taking place in my life is not on the outside per say. I never really knew what was meant by Spiritual Awakening. To be honest, I thought it was all a bunch of crap. But I could never deny the things I’ve experienced when it came to the spiritual world. All the experiences I’ve written about in My 12-Book Series, well, they actually happened. Everything I’m experiencing now…it’s actually happening. It’s not in my mind, or some crazy deal. I think this is the part that separates the spiritual realm from the rest of the world. People go to church every day all around the world, but they really don’t understand what they are hearing or reading about because so much is left out of those preachings.
Continue reading “‘Solitary Confinement’”Have you answered God’s call? He’s waiting on you!
His† Pickup I talk to the air pretending someone's there –it's only fair since no one sees how I comb my hair I go for days, weeks in this brave affair feeling angels everywhere then I fall to despair acknowledging no one's really there wondering if anyone really cares I go until I can't my hand to face in cry– this isn't fair too long I've been waiting for the care working, doing wanting someone truly there but...just surrounds me thin air I get completely lost in this temporary despair then...comfort arrives out of thin air I was pushed back and about to fall, but the Lord helped me. the Lord is my strength and my song; He has become my salvation. revealing there's someone there someone who truly cares waiting, fighting there waiting to become fully before the Lord...bare dealing in past affairs –having courage to dare shouts of joy and victory resound in the tents of the righteous; the Lord's right hand has done mighty things! the Lord's right hand is lifted high; the Lord's right hand has done mighty things! victory is every where I can feel I in the air I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done. the Lord has chastened me severely, but He has not given me over to death. I know all won't be lost in despair I know there will be saved so many little hairs so I basked in this empty air as...taking place the attended affairs open for me the gates of righteousness; I will enter and give thanks to the Lord. this is the gate of the Lord through which the righteous may enter. I will give You thanks for You answered me; You have become my salvation. all things will be fair as comes...the perfect affair the stone the builders rejected has become the capstone; the Lord has done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes. this is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. seeing truth...so there I anticipate with welcoming flair I know this heart I wear –out of pure despair comes a star's brilliant glare o Lord, save us; o Lord, grant us success. blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. from the house of the Lord we bless you. the Lord is God, and He has made His light shine upon us. with boughs in hand join in the festal procession up to the horns of the altar in bowed head...I do declare life is as it should be– it's not in the tear but in the solid of repair that God† reveals His† humble stare You are my God and I will give You thanks; You are my God and I will exalt You. give thanks to the Lord for He is good; His love endures forever.—Psalm 118
(July 5, 2019)—I haven’t written in a while…been busy with the testimony of my recent events, which has proven not difficult, but more of a soul-searching deal that’s taking me nearing over a month now to work on. It’s okay. I have plenty time. There’s never a rush for things these days. In due time, they do come. But I have been working diligently and long hours. I went to bed at 5 a.m. this morning and woke up at around noon to people asking me if I felt the earthquake. No. I’ve been busy.
Continue reading “‘His Pickup’”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!
(May 9, 2019)―It’s funny how life repeats itself when we don’t learn the lesson the first time around. The funny thing for me is that I wrote about this before. I guess it pays to write about it again. The woman and all of her charm and personality has a way of turning into the woman her man wants her to be. Hold on before you scream: That’s not true. I do have a very good point.
Continue reading “‘Channel’”Don’t put it off until tomorrow!
A sample from Book 11
LiveContinue reading “‘Live’”
today means nothing in tomorrow
today means nothing in yesterday
today is today
yesterday was once today
tomorrow will be today
one known, one unknown
yet, today is
what happened yesterday
won't happen again
what will happen tomorrow
just a guess, my friend
today, oh! today
each second, each minute
each hour...is ours to devour
don't think of what was
nor what will follow
today...over...tower
be its blooming flower
without counting
seconds, minutes, hours
for death still comes
for all...not some
never knowing the exact hour
no more, blooms the flower
today, shines the light
no need to fight
it's up...so bright
use it in delight
without thinking twice
for yesterday is gone
tomorrow...an unsung song
today, oh! today‒
today is
so...go on...live
Move Forward: Body, Mind and Spirit, and Leave the Past In the Past
A sample from Book 8
Dwelling’s 'Back Then'Continue reading “‘Dwelling’s ‘Back Then””
we lived back then
‒our biggest season
living in young
everything’s begun
never still...sitting
‒moving in the constant
of run
having class
having fun
our communion
‒our glittering sun
reminiscing
reliving‒
our mind’s on-going reunion
‒a slight prison
caught-up spectrum
indulging...believing
our past
our best, truest companion
turning needles to diamonds
quarts to gallons
each new past
remembering sermon
grows
consumes‒
our present moment’s devotion
staying stuck
good...bad
all problems, experiences‒
abstractions
‒digging deep
our use-to-be fund
concealing
present’s affirmations
it’s done‒
time for a ascension
new’s dimension
the past‒
our firm confirmation
holding on‒
constantly living
in its circulation
‒caught in its dreamy emotion
keeping us in equivocation
bypassing present’s creation
it’s done‒
our back then
it’s time
make the incision
no longer in young
but still living
in fun
willingness to run
keeping our retrospections
but allow in
new manifestations
all else‒
move to preservation
it’s built us
gave us qualifications
for now’s implementation
stop dwelling on
back then
start living
in now’s skin
new moment’s begin
heightens
ascends
new memories
creating a foreign spin
awakening
now’s life
we’re in
allow the transcend
build new mountains
‒from young
to older...wiser
within
then‒
sets a new trend
that day coming
age sets in
on porches
breathing in fresh winds
under summer suns
in chairs
rocking
memories
unpacking
easily spoken
story-telling
of live in living‒
not broken
not stuck in young’s brethren
instead‒
a put-together rendition
of a life lived
in total contribution
let go of back then
awaken
in now’s innovation
live‒
new moments
in motivation
new memories
adding to collections
for in aged years
recollections
the spices‒
our truth’s personification‒
the new young
can’t get enough
with us
lost in conversation
Men: Satisfy Your Woman!
A sample from Book 8
Keynotes of WomanContinue reading “‘Keynotes of Woman’”
woman remains undefined
her complete design
‒never a crossing line
she's God's† greatest mystery
she'll never give
totally clarity
‒it's the journey of he
enjoy this road of discovery
here's one simple note
you should know
‒keeps her from go
pay attention
this one simple lesson
keeps you
out of option
a woman
puts a man
in complete
only‒
when she's wrapped up
tight and neat
a little explaining‒
those stuck
in lame
‒heads up
no time for sleeping
or you'll miss
keys to keeping
woman summits
‒man
everything he'll get
only when
he knows
the right tricks
he can leave
abandon, lie, cheat
blame her
attempt
‒destroy her complete
but there's something
he...just doesn't get
in every case‒
the same, the same
he's the true blame
‒her wanting didn't remain
he's the guide
making her open wide
or inside
tightly hide
she must see
all that's in him‒
she must feel
continually free
‒totally complete
when she feels
his every treat
when she sees
his deal
‒his desires, strength...real
trust builds‒
moving her to free will
her heart‒
he steals
her inner self
the most important reality
gaining for he
simple stability
when he
brings her to melt‒
that place
she loses herself
all her desires
she's ready to face
‒her inner fire
opens
begins floating
losing herself
in feelings of ease
when she's brought
to that place
over and over
‒without any need
of race
trying...faking
not one single trace
when her body's needs
left
in complete's please
the rest of her‒
follows
in receive
all makes her whole
complete's package
without findings
of shortage
‒free
no feelings
lost in bondage
then...only then
she moves him
to complete
freely‒
wanting to please
his every, single need
no need to plead
for actions of he
moved her to total's free
‒everything in she
gives‒
leaving him
in the gift of pleased
when he
slips into sleep
fulfilling her needs‒
some sort of disease
away‒
run...retreat
she knows
as kisses flow
her body grows cold
react fades
lonely consumes
her days
‒her inside make
turns to fake
woman holds no control
‒how her body rolls
she desires feelings in gold
(passion's bold)
she loses to cold
only‒
when he folds
forcing feelings‒
move on down the road
her shutting down
felt
all around
‒her heart
moves in stealth
to some place else
warnings to heed
to that of he:
keep her in free
her sexuality‒
something to see
nothing‒
she'll hide
in he‒
open and wide
she'll fly
bringing he
to high
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