Not the wine sacrament of the church not the grape juice that we use not the chalice cupp
not the rememberance not the ritual not the religion not the commandments of men. The
BloodOfJesus is the real blood that he shed on the Cross of Calvary the post of Jesus. ON
the Romans Internet it was www.JesusSaves.Com.Blood the Pointless Pilot smurffed the
action then went behind the bathroom tossed up all his cookies lost his function. The
COnstant searching of the Knights of the Rounded gave me pause seek becomes find King
Arthurs COmputor did not have the same wireless button on mine. Smile you are on CharlaX
Camera candid the price of life is death the death of GOD. GOing to a function and
remembering his sacrifce will never save you but the realization given to you from the
Holy Spirit to once and for all convince you that it is this Jesus Crucified in Jeruselum
His Holy City and cast out to SHED his blood on the tTtree of Golgotha the Hill of the
Skull it was a place of Death is where this new eternal life comes from. Drinking wine in
small amounts and breaking cracker crumbs will not save you but the shedding of the blood
of JESUS when he did this was over Two Thousands Year ago this Christmas. Not the formal
necktied meetings but the Beaten Dying Lord hangging dripping Blood the blood of Jesus.
What he said was WHEN WHEN WHEN you are DOING THIS (meant breaking bread at the meetings
and drinking the wine as the sacrificial remembrances) HE then said Remember ME ???
Meaning Jesus. www.shedbloodoncross.com on the older model Snail mail COmputors you wlll
not be able to see this. You now need INtel. This may seem humorus to you even fruitless
or breadless at least it is wineless but it may seem like sacrilegious but many people use
this internet the web is huge and they also need to be saved by the shed BloodOfJesus.
Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree even more valuable than the gold that runs from seven hills prolongs the days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened. The Lord does hate pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom with an expected end pure love as God gives the increase I have tasted the Lord is gracious A strong warning from the savior Jesus He is Lord whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire some may say the old sage is just saber rattling Essayage the shoe on the other foot walking a mile in someone else shoes who has two left feet and one leg longer truly your feet are bound to get sore circling around the mountain just assaying the metal who is your maker I know mine For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of glory I am not straining gnats just spitting out the the filthy camel Love the Lord God Jesus and every man your neighbor all the glory of man as the flower of grass like sagebrush God made foolish the wisdom of this world put your faith and hope in God and not in men though man's urban inflections change the Word of the Lord stands sure Everlasting superior are God's ways than man's momentary dullness
In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.
Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.
A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.
Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.
Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.
The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.
For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.
Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.
The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.
The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.
Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations
Feeling anothers thoughts by touching his hands;
Can you tell who I am by my darker shades that follow the cracked, dry lines of your palms? Do you see what I hide from everyone else like a silhouetted tattoo? Can you tell that a concrete kids game isn't the only thing that almost broke the back of my mothers heart once? Is it the sound of my voice that pierces through your senses that makes you silence the memories deep within the recesses of your past?
I can see you'd rather forget about it; discouragement is written all over a face that you can't even read. Does that make me better than you? Truth is, I long to see like you. Heighten my senses, Mr. Sphere, so that I may see everything that my two small worlds can't. I want to read a book backward and forward a thousand times without being so anxious to flip forward, because I imagine you're more patient than I am. I want to know the adventures of your vivid dreaming, and how safety sounds like whenever God speaks to you. I want to be able to wrap my head around the concept of appearing to look good even when I know that my clothes, cologne, and character are wrapped around my ego like bandages I never changed; I never knew I was a walking, talking, mummified optimist until I saw the stench of the lies I told myself seeping through the eyes of loved ones. I never again want to make another cry from a false truth.
Mr. Blind eyes, could you help me to believe that their are others who look like me who see more like yourself? I don't like who I'm becoming, and I want to know that my choices won't be just for show. I want to know that when I look at my wife in her lifelines, we'll both be able to see that death has no real place in the wounds that love has healed. Bandages have to come off and stay off at some point; you'll never be able to move onto greater things until you can live with the sight of scraped knees that made sidewalk scars of your past. I want to carry her in the voice of my care, like a musical note you hold two seconds too long just because you love music. I want to be just like you, so that my child will want to look up and see more than a father worried about his job. I want to see that my breaths can take shape in the form of a beautiful baby. I want to give back.
Are you listening to me?..
God shows himself in rare forms, and sees with his heart when we ask Him out of the honesty of ours. So, by the time we've finished talking, what we've been searching for is already inside of us. God is blind to the sin of those who seek to be saved. Their will always be a second chance if you ask in an honest tone.
This is mye Easter Sunday. This is the LORD Jesus Christ is Risen day and EGG day and
Bunny day all rolled into a dry mourning in the homeless sack. A religious holiday day.
Today eye found the secret of creation there is color added just to stones the rocks around
us there is JESUS shades of blood permeating the stratus zones around us. Some quartz
near eye today was strangley coloured in the mourning light some almost purple some dark
red some a lighter almost white but gray slate is almost pink in early desert light. Perhaps it
was just a fancy for eye was looking for delight in such a small desert spaced out place a
mosaic there of the SON of GOD uncovered now for all the world to read about in EGGPoem
thrice. Happy Easter Ewe on this wonderful Easter Sunday Sunrise penned in Notebook for
Easter Egg Thrice.
ALERT: A carpenter's son is loose in the Temple
Birds flutter, animals hustle, merchants scream.
The zeal for Jesus' Father's house consumes Him
As the place for foreigners to pray had become a zoo.
ALERT: A prophet is setting up for a Baal battle.
Baal's priests even cut themselves yet no fire.
After taunting, Elijah fills his altar with water.
Calling on God, fire consumes and people bow.
ALERT: An old man is building a huge boat ship.
Without a cloud in the sky and only son's to help.
When finished the animals come on call to board.
Rain starts, doors close – 8 saved by holy passion.
ALERT: Jesus is telling a tax collector he'll join him for dinner.
Heedless of the Pharisees despising and the crowd's surprise.
Zacchaeus totally changes – offering to multiply stolen money.
A single sinner saved multiplies even more this holy passion.
ALERT: Peter plus are preaching in the Temple again.
After being imprisoned for just that, now rearrested.
Whipped by the authorities, the disciples rejoice -
For they've been counted worthy to suffer with Christ.
ALERT: Daniel's praying openly even after it's become illegal.
The royal advisers gleefully have the king throw him to the lions.
Strangely they don't seem hungry till after Daniel is pulled out.
So the king openly praises Daniel's God for this amazing miracle.
DOUBLE ALERT: Jesus is talking to a Samaritan woman!!!!
Breaking cultural barriers to share the message of salvation
To her who has been married 5 times and is living with the 6th.
She believes he's the Messiah and brings the town to Christ!
ALERT: Paul's going back into the same town that stoned him.
He's preaching again after shipwreck, jail, beatings, and such.
Persecution seems to encourage Paul that he's doing the right.
Passionately following the Savior who turned Him 180 degrees.
ALERT: Bible translators burned at the stake for God's Word.
Missionaries avoid death and disease long enough to share life.
Stirring Holy Passion in receptive people who repeat the cycle.
Changing cultures in bondage into those sharing Jesus' love.
ALERT: What passion has the Lord put on your heart? Mine?
Can we pray to see His will find its way in our everyday lives
So the lost shall see, hear, find Christ and grow to share Him?
Eternity is forever, this life is not. Fill us Lord with holy passion.
The good news is THIS, Salvation has come to EARTH.
The bad news is to some of you; it is only found in JESUS.
There is a prevalent personal jesus in the CHURCH today
So that people have confused the works of the spirit with Salvation, judging
others by what they themselves of course are doing wrong even neglection of
Christ as the cornerstone. Also there is an inflated self-important personage
inside people, not as something special made of GOD, but as something
fashioned not from GOD at all, but from their laws. The first thing to remember is
the wooden thing the CROSS, how JESUS stretched his arms and gave to us his
life, HIS DEATH is saving us. HE laid inside a TOMB of absolutely stone in a
place no one really ever wants to go.
Conflict comes when people live in houses and drive cars money is the plastic
jesus ruling all their lives and hearts.
Let me tell you Mister LAW if you have murdered to further your influence and your
wealth you just may someday wake up in a burning HELL. For the final chapter
written in the judgment hall of GOD is the Hell of GOD to come from judgment to
them all the naked and the dead shall stand there and give account of everything
they done to a JUST and living GOD. No badge upon your chest no belt with
bullits and with guns. No one to take your place for HE is sitting on the throne
judging everyone. The Trick if trickery there is to come is to say the namme of
JESUS and just do it quickly for there is horror waiting in the afterlife for someone
misinformed in LAW. Rich men seldom win the battles with the sin. Everyone
needs JESUS. Say JESUS and come in to a Heaven made of LOVE.
Moments to Reflect 2/5/2013
The forgotten Valentine
The Lord is my shepherd and the keeper of my hope and dreams. I hold Him close to my heart so that we are never far apart. The love of my life and in this I take delight. His light will always be seen in me in all things that I do. The way I walk even when I talk. For it is not what inside of you that defiles you, it’s what comes out.
My trust in the Lord is sight unseen and it is my faith that keeps me clean. My problems may be many but there is no need to worry; because my belief is just too strong. Can’t you see that in Jesus, you will not go wrong? Your love is so pure and clean it gives life new meaning; Rose are red, reminds me of the blood you did shed and violets are blue there no truer love than you. There a song in my soul that sends my spirit high and I will praise Jesus until the day that I die; in doing this I know that I will be by His side. Keep in mind of what Jesus divine nature is not all mine and it not hard to find. It’s the gift that the Father has given to all of mankind.
Now I tell you about a Child that was born in glory, salvation was the pearl that was bought into this world and this is His story. To the poor and the despaired He gave hope and healing, with His power reveling. Love and praise the people did give. All that He wanted was for us to stop sinning. To you I give a thousand roses and a million kisses for you are a truly my blessing. The dead He did raise, and life He gave. Those that were in power never did they honor; but instead they fear the One who was foretold as the prophecy before their eyes was unfolded. Crime they cry and this was the lie that sentences our savior on earth to die. A thousands tears is not enough I fear; so in my heart I will hold you dear.
From the Heaven to the earth He came to teach us a way, from the earth to the cross, a debt He paid, from the cross to the graves, from the grave to the sky He ascended home to His throne. There He sits waiting for those that he paid that prices so that we might have life and have it more abundantly. Having faith and trust in the Christ you will find an everlasting life free from suffering in a paradise. You will always be my Valentine love.
Satan and Daniel
one last word
“Checked or checkered worsted or suited to be nude under your clothing is transparent apparently non existent to my naked eye think this will be easily my last try Daniel answer me what is the last word” ? “Remember it means your soul against your long and sinful life”. Daniel shuffled his feet there was only a long silent night. “Away over there in the manger”, the Devil began to sing. “Stop that” was from Daniel, “How do you expect me now to think” ? “eye need a drink a stiff one or both, ? eye need to THINK!!! The merciless Devil began to sing louder “Baby Jesus in the Carriage rhymes with perfect Marriage” yes you never married Daniel Webster but you played the bombast lots of times. Tell me now this one last test of time repeat after me “the last word is now just fill in the blank for your life ; at this the Devil Satan rocked back and forth in a Mimicry of him and then HE smiled. You always defeat me so quickly so smug in your Lawyers britches. While Christians die naked and stoned in the bull rushes of “GOD”. Daniel was smiling now. The Devil slapped his hand up over his mouth TOO LATE he realized just what he had done. Daniel seized the day. “GOD” is the last word howsoever you say it Jesus or Our Father the last word is “GOD”. Then the Devil rode a giant lightening rod back up to the Heavens and Daniel did his little Webster definition of a dance shuffle full of saving Grace. He shot his cuff out and buffed his sleeve and looked down at his Plaids.
Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace
The Fourth Fable
The Fourth Fable
A Jesus Cowboy Song
Eye am a strong man iff strength is not physical alone,
but charachter and hope, love become my armour
my arm as gates once opened close now new ones open at a glance in poverty
of riches poor people there in Heaven sing to Jesus as they wave branches from
the richness of the trees beside the waters running in the trenches freely given
overflowing when a little lamb just wants a drink of water another drink the water
bubbles up so no one has to lift her she can reach the water carefully she drinks
and then she sings…'
'my holster is empty my life is complete my love is in Heaven
eye have plenty to eat and to drink '
life is not meant to be a shoot em up rodeo
life is not meant to be a shoot um up movie
my life is in Heaven my holster is empty
eye have LOVE'
FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT they aer three separated and distinct images and yet they aer one persona one giant mega person perhaps with three faces. No one has yet completely deciphered his image iff an artiste was to create to paint GOD eye suppose it could look something like an Ancient of Days upon a Throne not once but thrice with the same face three times the image of the SON being the predominate one. The first image an old ancient man. The second one is harder a Scepter in his hand of Righteousness a crown of Diadems jewelry that cannot be likened to money or material wealth but as a sign and symbol of his Authority. Jesus has a Crown for he is Ruler of this universe. The third image; that one of the Spirit, is yet harder to discern the same Jesus face in a burning glowing place. A Glow of Flame a Fire; however, made of warmth and love.
A SPIRIT made of GOD. He broke the Horn off Satan forehead gave the world back to the Flock. Gentle reader ewe just stop. Stop strife worry remember what a PRICE was paid for love and go back to the cross for there we pray. Yes we build all our deeds the love upon the Death, not counting all the cost our possessions all our love our very lives depend on Christ our King. A living GOD a loving Spirit a wonderful Father who gives more than mere health and wealthy love neither constrained or with any guile or predetermined Schism of the flesh just unconditional love without end lasting forever nothing ever is needed again love. Eye am reminded of the many infirmities of flesh the frailties of a man the Schism of his Grace as eye sit ici with this pen discovering all the needless hashing of old wounds fumbling at the hands and scars the wounds eye sometimes get as certain they aer thine not self inflicted or just mine. Schism is a wrent a tear in time the body dies the flesh in grave the light for all to see apparently asleep yet Schism thrives for eye have seen the Temple of the Lord a Saint a Lady in death’s place repose aware of nothing now her Spirit gone to Lord somehow twas more than beautiful to me no longing brought forth from Schism’s door a token portent of myself at play upon the earthly plain of dust the Grace upon her face the Peace mere word cannot her Journey over now convey, her Judgment come and gone and Heaven won all in a single word born. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Come. GOD. The maker of the Schisms all and one.
DOING WHAT THE JESUS SAID
Eye am risking the loss of some merits to at least prove to some of you that to do
the works of JESUS is the right and lawful thing to do the man was just like me
he seems to be a homeless and eye asked him to share my food he said no he
was taken care of a food card from the service. Eye wound up giving nothing but
a courtesy yet my blessing is unending the words that JESUS speaks are meant
to be the life we breathe and giving is so certainly the thing to do. Not bragging
unnecessarily just letting people knoe to do the works he says to do. Offer
someone food if they can take it it will help you if they refuse it you can eat it
seems to me there is nothing there to lose. Now the food eye have to eat is better
for the act of sharing even the man is not eating with me the food it's doubly
better in proportions. Show me the house that's built on stilts that's built on sand.
There is a temporary church that meets inside the main church building they
usually start the service at nine thirty today they went out on a run away there was
no church service even eye usually go just to knell down near the table and thank
Jesus for the offering there there is Coffee and some coffee cake and other
things as well but today eye am on mye own attempting more than one thing at a
time it seems beyond the eye trying to stay hooked into the wonder of this life for
it seems like GOD is just like Santa Clause to me when we have it in our heart to
do he sees it just the same.
Eye still carry my raincoat my umbrella even though it has not rained for many
weeks I'm ready. The place eye like to visit has been pulled out from under me
the preacher needs to visit his own prayer room just to see how dark his heart is
to become without his love. He warned me not to trespass and so far eye have
not been back but the wonder of it all is that the place still seems to stand a
monument to decadence a monument to disgrace. They knoe that eye am
homeless eye still walk the street without a place. The blankets in the dump
seem so nice when eye am cold. Foolishness or wisdom tell me preacher what
would you do when the sky was falling would you stick your turkey neck up to the
rain and then just drown or would you find a church with a poor doorway to get
dry. The path is narrow the climb is steep and harrow the preacher fast asleep.
Eye cry a homeless to the end of time.
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.
That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree? Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.
Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.
A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.
Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.
For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between. Choose now.
For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.
Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.
I rise each day with a song in my heart
And so rich is its blossoming melody
For I know my heart has heard his call
Yes His dear precious call of life to me
I sleep so peacefully throughout the night
Dreaming lovingly of His grace which stays
I know he always listens to my prayers
For I daily feel His answers coming my way
I know I will never be left to strive alone
For his spirit has made my heart its home
And as I reach out to him with praise words
He eases the aches and pain within my bones
For His love is a very true healing medicine
Whose touch will evenly flow deep within
And with each tender blessing I receive daily
I know more embraces will come my way again
...because of His deep love for me.
There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to
fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to
a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the
cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with
world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the
desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the
Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out
so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and
bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of
the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church
there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the
homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come.
Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables
where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is nice but even
slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate.
Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write
left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the
day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The
focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle
class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people
need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your
hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye
must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what
the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the
date that GOD was saving me.
It is not enough to say I love you
It’s in actions it must be seen
It’s not enough to strike out on your own
We must walk where Jesus has been
It’s not enough to say I forgive you
If it does not come right from the heart
It’s not enough to say I’m sorry
If there’s bitterness there from the start
It’s not enough to stand outside the door
When Father says come in side
It is not enough to wear sin stained garments
When Father wants a spotless bride
It wont be enough to make excuses
If Jesus were to come today
There wont be the time to repent on your knees
There will be no time to pray
It is not enough to say I love you
It’s in actions it must be seen
"Stop," cried the man, "Can't you hear
screams so eerie to the ear?"
Following one another down the path,
some ears deaf to the wrath.
"Stop,"cried the man, "Can't you see
the flame of fire a head of thee?"
Weary souls kept moving on
hearing the cry of the man who warned.
Closer to the fire darkness crept in.
"Stop," he cried, " I have died for your sin."
"Believe in me," pleaded the man,
"Ignore my cry, you will be damned."
"Who are you?" shouted the crowd.
"Jesus Christ, God the Son," he cried a loud.
The path leads to Hell, souls torment,
forever the pain, no chance to repent.
Stop and listen to the cry of the man.
Before the world, that was God's plan.
handwritten from the little notebook
my new Hispanic friend read this
he speaks of delirium and decay
and makes it become fantasy
this is for him
A Library (lieberry) is full of books they cover upp the words is what we use to read the Story Chapters and the Verse the beginning has a middle and the end.
From the firs tpoem ever written you will never see the last self descriptadjective is my best one kept for Jesus as eye rest, Rudyard Kiplins stripling lad the Gunga DInn a water boy a better man then eye a Mexican from Mexico or Spain a Jesus man who drinks he smokes he even tokes his self discriptadjective he stones his bone he has his drunk religious bones and yet who am eye to judge this man has fed me solid food while eye can only steal his food not repay my mood is one of acceptance listen and receive this as iff Jesus gives me from this drunk will argue his religion frevor seems misplaced so why obey some from of Law replaced with Grace perhaps the Jewish Sabbath Day falls on our American Wednesday no He smiles it is on Saturday what matter what is the matter iff drunk and full of more then mere religion everyone has a bananna everyone has something that they must have they place it first in mind in heart in soul so black in need of sin and yet please carry food again come back to me my Mexican GUnga Dinn you Jinn from Old Mexico or Spain. My old freind.
this is a picture of an actual Kingdom Hall
Ode to Edgar A Poe
Ode to be remembered with three red roses and a half a blanc of wine the
certainty of summer in Ravenswood combines with sultry summer pines and
odors of the firmament decay to play a mournful tune of odious deliverance. How
can such playful creatures of this life become so dark at night time coming to the
Earth to preach a GOD of everyone of Earth to say this world is pleasant when
poor Edgar knoes it's not? He never seems to want for sympathy a poor man's
plot is seldom visited the visitor is not out a lot the roses at three p the half a
magnum drank he stank he must say some words at grave like Quote the Raven
Eleanor never more have a drink old plank would anyone come and leave a half
of soda and three small purple flowers on my grave? But reminisce about the
meeting done they grabbed me by both arms but not before my head was
pressed against the glass of double doors and tossed hurriedly away outside
don't listen to the homeless one he stinks he sleeps in clothes unwashed how
can anyone like that can knoe his GOD? Then eye turned a swollen eye upon the
meeting place and did a little dance a little prancing just in place and cried Jesus
hallelujah yes they threw me out of judgment hall please bless the place eye
dance. Poor Edgar cannot prance. CharlaX loves his stance. Half a soda and
three purple flowers every Easter on a poor place to stay someone reading this
may do so to remember me this poet needs to be.
The Three Days, That The Three Of Them Changed Me!
I was minding my own business, when
my wife wanted to go to a bookstore,
she just needed some cards, dumb me I
went in with her, looking around as I
started out the door a book caught my
attention. “Free Book” 50% off, of coarse
I had to buy it God was just daring me not too.
Have you ever felt like Jesus was just talking
to you alone and no-one else.
That is the way I have felt all weekend,
I feel like I am having my own alone time right
now to get things right with God. For too long
I have been trying on my own, and it has not worked:
Now I am turning it over to Jesus and the Holy Spirit,
and letting them take care of the big things,
I’ll take care of the little things.
Oh yea, this week my bondage’s and struggles’
were taken over one by one by Jesus and his Father.
They did not have a chance once the Holy Spirit
got moving in me. I never in my life
felt this way until I felt the Holy Spirit move in
on me. Now I know my life has been changed forever.
Darn them for all ganging up on me anyway; I just was
not ready for them all at once.
But oh what a ride, I guess I needed this journey
I was on, for me to grow in Jesus’
name. So don’t despair in your journeys
as you travel through life, enjoy them as
you grow with the Lord. The Holy Spirit are
going to be part of your growing adventure.
Sit back and enjoy them, don’t fight them like
I did; let them become a part of you. Amen
Steve L. Siegel
June 20, 2010
Rest in Him in this hour,
He is the one His love has the power,
Your eyes will see all the lies,
The enemy you will come to despise,
Take heed hear the voice of the only one,
Jesus the Christ, Gods own son,
He will keep you safe, safe from harm,
He will hold you in His arms,
Don't listen to the voice of the enemy,
Tell him to go tell him to flee,
Say you are not going to fool me,
Jesus the ONE keeps me safe you see!
Do not convict them love them for me
Those who do not know I hung on the tree
Those who don’t know why I gave my life
Those who are hurting and are in trouble and strife
Do not convict them love them for me
I work thorough you do you see
They will see my love in your eyes
They will see me they may be surprised
Just continue to love them it will touch their heart
They will run to me and never depart
They will know who I am I am the I AM
The one who gave up his life for man
Many do not see it is love that wins
It is love that washes away their sins
So just love them with my love which is pure
My love lives forever it will endure
Do not convict them no matter what country or creed
Do not convict them just love them for me!
I told a poetry crowd
Imagine yourself in year 25 a.d.
HONEYMOON OF JESUS & MARY MAGDALENE
(Cana wedding scene)
What if mom God via his
folks Mary and Joseph at Cana
gave Jesus a bride for to learn
how to transform his life,
to live and die without fear.
I, the poet see in Mary Mag’s
loving eyes as she stood at cross,
all their 25 years of love taught her.
(engaged at age of 15 as good Jews do)
(they met at 5 of age)
So Persius a Roman neighbor
soldier who taught Jesus the teen
horseshoe tossing loaned his chariot for
the honeymoon to drive to plays in
Roman & Greek cities and spend a week
at Peter’s Capharnum family home in
Galilee with a swim beach.
John, Jesus’ bro wrote poems for the
couple, bro James putting old fish nets
for chariot to drag. Jesus packed his
flyrod and Mary Mag’s bait rod. On trip
friends helped repair a broken chariot wheel.
The honeymooners partied with friends
in every town they went, Romans,
Greeks, Jews, all sang danced and drank
and ate with them, Jesus did make friends
who later became 72 disciples or the 12. >
I met Jesus yesterday
Didn’t recognize His face
There was no long hair or beard
Just a woman who said
Looks like you could use a helping hand
I met Jesus yesterday
Didn’t know who He was
There were no miracles of wine
Just an old man
Who shared his time
I met Jesus yesterday
Could have sworn I was all alone
No crowds were gathered there
Just a child who seemed to care
Offered up his bike
So I wouldn’t have to walk alone
I met Jesus yesterday
Never even said a prayer
There were no wounds on his hands
Just the scars of many years
Written all across his face
As the broken man gave me hope
I met Jesus yesterday
With no sermons on the mount
You were the only one I saw
As you gave your love to me
Promised there you’d always be
I keep meeting Jesus
Though I never see His face
It’s hard to understand
How this Man I never see
Keeps showing up
Wherever there is love
A helping hand, shared time
An offer not to walk alone
A caring heart
Or whatever I may need
It just seems I always say....
I met Jesus yesterday
Why all the hustle and bustle
and dashing through the snow?
Why bother writing greeting cards
or kiss under a mistletoe?
Why chop down a pine tree
and dress it with tinsel and lights?
What is the purpose of gift giving,
or days that are merry and bright?
Unless we keep Jesus in Christmas,
it isn't Christmas at all.
Unless we celebrate The Virgin Birth,
nothing has meaning or worth!
Christmas isn't the Holly and Ivy,
little toy trains or Santa Kissing Mommy.
Christmas isn't packages tied with string,
a red nosed reindeer,
or listening to sleigh bells ring.
Christmas isn't baking pies, turkey, and ham,
or lying awake till midnight,
to see a jolly ol' man.
Unless we keep Jesus in Christmas,
it isn't Christmas at all.
Unless we celebrate The Virgin Birth,
nothing has meaning or worth?
No nothing has meaning worth!
Milton L. Delgado
December 26, 2006
Show me what eye must do now? Just believe in Jesus and see the miracle of
life. Eye took Hitler in the air with me flying is not hard when made of Titanium
steel and brass rod. There is a small town in Arkansas and eye took the Fuhrer
there and placed him with a Family the woman and the boys. He lived there until
1963 and was buried in the cemetery south of town near Morrilton and the five
mile creek. The grave stone says Milton Stone upon it and Mrs. Stone was never
home she always worked three shifts at the cotton gin to make a house into a
home for her boys and her strang guest. Eye chose to call him Milton Stone. He
sat most days upon the porch and rocked there back and forth like any self
appointed guardian of boys. He was so thankful to escape the Air Patrol. The bits
and pieces of the parts of Hitler that they found was only just a long stray dog eye
found and let him follow me into the pit the bombers hit the android eye was
rocked a bit and the poor stray looked up at me in wounded horror but the teeth
looked enough like the Hitler to fool the German Officers. Jesus saves one hard
hearted android and the Fuhrer from a early grave. Adolf Hitler is Born - April 20,
1889 Milton Stone was buried April 20, 1965. He stared hard at me one day when
eye rode down the highway in a car in my human form he did not wave but he
knew that it was eye. He was full of lemonade and fish the day he died he was
I'm a piece of art
That can be hung up
on the wall
But please don't
For I shall fall
pieces of a
To be put back
together like a
puzzle with endless
To a startles finish
I am to be one day
put in a museum
With all of life's
Being of another
time will ponder
With bounds of
Questions that lead
Stories that lead
Forever stuck in a
To play the unwanted
game of powers
For sheep's to
Wearing black veils
Sheep and Goats is the way the BIBLE says it and ewe can knoe them by the fruit
some men smoke and some men drink too much
Some men eat too many candy. Poor men eat a lot of fish and some potatoes
some men look for extra meat. Some men love to eat too much some men still
don't get enough. When life is over comes the judgment of the GOD. Please say
JESUS while there is still some time to ponder leave the habits far behind step
on water walk some lines. One man kills his enemy while in fighting mode one
man turns away and fights to live another day called a coward he is stone.
Fighting men live the cowardice. Every time a red neck hurts another freak every
time a fight has ended in complete harm to the survivor understand the reversal
of our roles when you both are then transformed and standing at the throne of
GOD eye plan to then endeavor to forgive you in the sight of a righteous
plenteous GOD for eye am sinner born of woman and of blood. Saying Jesus
has to be enough to save us for the Power is the Spirit and the name. Apostolic
Teachings tell us we aer saved by our own faith. Say the name of Jesus then
believe in GOD. Works are meant to be the good ones helping others giving aid.
All the things a fighting man defames. Takers gamblers beggermen thiefs. Not
goats but sheep in woolite clothing once eye wanted to attempt to fly like
Superman and walk through the walls and once when eye was near a ditch eye
went to JESUS in my Spirit and eye witnessed to a HomeOwner who could not
accept the fact that eye did the impossible split for while eye was standing there
on the side of the road and in my earthly body eye was also in my Spirit speaking
in the living room and watching self outside yes lameba eye did split like
Superman on one episode he was moving to save someone and even if the man
eye met did not accept it was the attempt that was worth the try. While other men
CURRANT EVENTS FOOD REPORTED
A man quite gleefully pointed out to me that JESUS is not a dumpster JESUS
however eye shot back at him gleefully is GOD and iff there is SOMETHING in
that dumpster that HE wants me just to have then SIR oh eye will have it see eh?
A survivor is the eye.
Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go
hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. But as I told you, you
have seen me and still you do not believe."
On the way to this cold freezing day eye found my strength lies not in my right
hand or arm but in my faith eye walk. Eye find things that no one else wants, as
eye walk eye soon survive. Pizza sometimes fish sometimes coffee on my list no
cokes no tomatoes SOK eye have some tomatoes in a can
The list is endless in my mind and desire comes from a man and coffee is the
plan. Cups are full or half empty is it half full or empty? Pizza is okay when found
in cold weather a man can be the judge of whatever food he finds eye do not fill
mee up with unpleasentness or brine eye drink but not the water that eye find OH
FAITH will end my misery OH FAITH will feed me too bread is in the pizza that eye
When Jesus saves me at the final trumpet and eye make my last ditch stand at
that time then he is not going to say WHY oh little man did you eat the scrounge
pizza on the way but iff a loving GOD did ask me this is what eye say
PIZZA is food and leftovers is fine my mind works much better with some eye can
find. FOOD is never a sin or a problem to me. The eye does not eat strips of left
over pieces he eats the entire pizzas. Eye am good at what eye dew eye can
survive. And iff ewe ever get the word out to the people in the twilight zone just tell
them scrounging pizza is better than the bone of chewing fat from steaks and
living high on Hogg eye am better off alone and living with my love she knoes just
who she is she knoes just who she loves.
Somewhere in the sky in an airdome is the real liberry there is 5000 computors
for the public eye and no waiting for seating the shuttle makes a bubble seal and
you can sit there forever no leaving no plug ins allowed no laptops not no cell
phones in mye sky the invitation only given to the poor among us the man that
eye become is almost too wealthy just to qualify as poor to even go there the
games are never worthless the pictures all of ewe no boring conversations next
to yew the many flirtations of the masses of the freshmans newest classes they
still rule the halls of commons making all the little rules and smiles become the
machinations of all the foolish pride become the day the flaming balls of fire that
fall from heaven from the bowl fall way to close to eye as the earth turns slowly
bye too near the lieberry dome portents of the judgment day to come there was a
statue of the JESUS near the mountain near a bay of water it was hit by
lightening wish that eye had saved it very good sign of the times there will be
signs in the heavens signs in Earth and sky portents of my Jesus getting ready to
come back he will miss the lieberry dome and let me leave this world to come to
his feet and worship him to finally come home but there is blue sky in the end of
time the birds still sing even so the end will come the birds still sing the grass is
dead the life is hard but the birds still sing. The number of his name the Mark on
head or hand is 666 the computor asking us for dress codes for passwords and
for security ones just the other day mye friends eye logged onto BLOGGER from
my photobucket account to try a new thing to make a picture slide show and it
very nearly locked me out it told me to wait for five days and try the security
question then. Shame. Confusion reigned and even eye so well endowed in acts
of password retrieval was at a loss just how to continue
then when eye remembered at the last moment to ask for the password to be
sent to me in email and then eye went to log in and logged in anyway
remembering the enter then laughing then bragging then deciding it's a good day
once again how lucky are we they could require a number just to enter building
they could make the screen go dark without a number parted into computor they
could carry Willy clubs and beat us off the thing down to the floor and straddle us
and do their wicked thing to us you are not a student anyway. This is my fantasy
computor fable number SixSixtySix charlax fabel.
home from church again
a few minutes went by
before my first sin
sometimes i cry
a cigarette, the breath of death
to console a lonely heart
i guess at least it isn't meth
but it might be a start
the love of Jesus gives me hope
to try again to find a friend
my chest hurts, it's hard to cope
sometimes i seek the end
i want to live, though
yet not alone throughout
sometimes i just go
seeking who or what i'm all about
maybe to another state far from here
to be someplace i know and love
or a place i've never been, it's clear
i'm living here, but thinking above
i sometimes fear that i will never find
the place where i was meant to be
a place with people, yet peace of mind
people to care for, yet still to be free
i found in God a cure for hopelessness
in Jesus a ration of passion
i thought back then that He would bless
like of olden days, in Biblical fashion
yet here i am alone at home
and there everybody went, with me without
my thoughts and hopes are chrome
still spotted with rust colored doubt
that i will ever have a Christian friend
whose friendship is actual, not implied
whose time he would happily spend
with a weakling who broke down and cried
Man or Dove
GOD is Jesus. A living GOD does not have to frustrate Him self with a man at all
but he does what a GOD wants and no one can tell HIM anyway. He could have
done a different planet and never made the man the ADAM. He could have been
a DOVE and ruled the WORLD of DOVES nothing moving on the surface of the
planet except food for DOVE.
Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which
are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that
Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his
The written word is given not so perfectly it seems the detractors of the Gospel
will agree the BIBLE has been written by the men and not the DOVE. He does not
complain of feathers colored wrong he does not jealously assume the plume of
other birds he never drinks too much or eats too many seeds of grass he never
wants a different colored shirt of blue upon his back he has feathers mostly gray
and brown a DOVE is GOD in FORM of FLESH and LOVE. Today eye discovered
a dove a thing of beauty made in love the GOD most certainly seems to me to be
a creator capable of form. The feathers around the eye. The way the dove tried to
see me from the side she turned her delicate head just like a lady in love. The
feet seemed too large on her for dove but seemed like duck perhaps this dove
was just malformed an egg in need of more attention in the nest but not the fault
of GOD. On DOVE WORLD there is one tree where DOVE the GOD does live. She
preens her feathers and she rules but yet she loves them. When a DOVE dies
and falls from SKY she moves herself to see just where it lays and then SHE
Cries a mournful sound in otherwise so pretty of a face she can raise it from the
dead and send it into Heaven then to live and fly forever no more in need of world
of food or anything. One day upon the Dove Earth the sky was filled with war the
demon doves were killing all the poor. They called a halt in vain attempts at
peace and then a most marvelous thing. The DOVE GOD she flew to high and
spread her wings in a hurried dive she slammed into the ground at Supersonic
speed and then she died and then she screamed eye am alive eye hold the keys
the poor will soon come and live with me and then the SOUL of GOD the DOVE it
flew to Heaven where it grew to be the JESUS GOD.
He rules in love. A DOVE,MAN,GOD.
This poem is about me the JesusFreak Charlaxandroidoneseven.
Homeless scrounge a little better than a thief my legacy is poetry as eye leave
this world behind to go on to JESUS Heaven eye write and leave behind some
thoughtful insights of this life. Snail mail was nice. She afforded me the bus ride
that makes the life so much better than the walking endless walking always late
no one is talking anymore of sending me my latter day relief. All my websites is
always free my poetry is added in the hopes that gentile readers everywhere can
see the JESUS freak in mee.
As eye ride the bus eye see into the futyre it is bleak there is nothing saved no
money towers castles laundered pines nothing will outlast the fire.
Money is not god only in this lifetime did the eye even afford to use some eye
cannot repay my source it all comes to me from GOD. You and yew and ewe and
even eue too cannot repay the LORD. Bread and corn and silver too no he did not
ever promise all of that to you but Abraham my father had some GOLD and so
does the Charlax told a heart is given me in love she knoes just how much eye
try to endeavor in my eye to give her love. Food Reported just TODAY there is
some popped corn in a bag and eye am wearing brand new jeans again that
makes THREE pants for layers but BOZO iz not jealous eye look just okay and
very nice today I'm eating bread no wine sober is the man in love iff she is
reading this one see her smile it is enought for love to win the time to return to
heart to make her remember love. We have the same heart in the same place in
the same body and when she smiles at me the world turns right side up and
upside down. Nothing is perfect and nothing is without problems but ewe she is
perfectly in mine.
eye am cutting all my fabels in the halve this is part one
if you now stand
join the love band
take your brother hands
or part of the lord plan
its not wrong to pass it on
you now testing
PAST ON YOUR
Wondering uncertain from one day to the next working for survival never needing
any rest building no foundation that has not already been prelaid but marching to
my final curtain on the strength of HIS shed blood on the price of life HE paid.
Rude self centered people all day long are teaching me a path not connected to
my song the love inside of me is taken when they stride in perfect ignorance they
glide on oily fingertips like some forgotten hide left in the center of a hunting
camp with maggots all at work no one can use the hide for clothing no one can
make it work. Suddenly remembered pain of death intended oh Jesus take me
make me whole and well and keep them all away from me the naked and the
dead they rise in misery to foster they beliefs upon a lame and morose figure a
aged creature just as eye am beneath a clouded sky no moon is visible no sun
but sonshines down on me today and life is hard and life is stirring in the clay.
Devoid of Human life they are only interested in the personal perspective seeing
nothing but the end of own nose and looking down it at others prose.
Society of man is living in ignorance and darkness no hope but the grave
atheists and deists marking time by taking up worthless spaces meant for
others to occupy if you cannot do the work assigned to you get up and let
someone else try the end is near oh GOD the end will come too soon for some
of them. A half remembered song about the lyrics sung you cannot petition the
LORD with Prayer? Yes eye can and hopefully it's there the Thorny Crown
replaced with silver gold and brass or just the light that shines from Inside place
Not meant to ever resemble money not meant to be much more than love. He
kept the life. He Loves. Jesus Lives. He Rules and as he Rules HE loves.
Judgment Day has come!!! I stand before the Almighty Father! How will I be
judged? Will I have tears of joy … or fall to my knees crying tears of terror?
I stand shaking before the Thrown of God. The accuser, Satan, lays out all my
faults and failures before The Almighty. Shame haunts me, as he cries out my
sins, one after another. Feeling small and alone, my legs give out from
weakness and I fall on my face in fear, as I see God sit quietly listening, as if in
disgust. Just when I think the horrible things Satan reveals of my life seal my
fate; Jesus stands up and orders Satan, “Be silent!” My heart leaps! My breath
departs from me, until I hear Jesus’ words.
Jesus reminds God the Father, that it was for those very sins that He died. That it
was for those sins His body was ripped and tortured and hung on a cross. I was
forgiven when I accepted Him in my heart as my Lord and Savior. He became my
covering for my sins and sickness.
Tears flow, I shake uncontrollably as I hear God the Father say, ‘This is true.
When you received My Son as your Savior, you received salvation. His blood
washed those and all sins away. I see a vessel white as snow’.
As I watch, God throws my sins into the abyss, never to be seen or brought up
again. I cry tears of joy as I sit at His feet. ‘I have been saved from torment and
separation from God’, I rejoice loudly!
‘Enter, my child’, are the words He says, ‘come to the table and feast. Dance and
be merry for you are a child of the Almighty and there is no accuser to condemn
you. Rejoice in the salvation of your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ’.
In my Father’s House I see others rejoicing for they also have been saved by the
blood of Christ.
Beauty surrounds me; living waters flow freely for all to drink. There is no
sadness, no fear, and no pain! Only joy, peace and the presence of Love live
here. For we are with the author of Love. God is Love, He radiates love.
There is laughter. I love to hear Jesus’ laugh! It is so hardy and full of life. To be
in the presence of my God and Lord Jesus Christ, to see their beauty and feel
their eternal love covering me is my longing. I am home in my Father’s house!
Will this be your story? Or will yours have a sad ending? It is your choice.
God’s Word says , ‘For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten
Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life’.
31fabel this is part two please read part one first
All Hail the Power of JESUS name a song on you tube a great refrain the ewe is
so sublime she loves my lord she loves the SON as much as eye. Healthy is a
term designed to fool the masses in a hopeless mess of ashes a world
destroyed by fire imagine holding on to preconceived ideas and religious
gnashes biting thorns of crackers smallish pieces of the breaded JESUS come
and ruin all decay in me today and fill my love with healthy life and let her live and
bless herself amen and take all my nerves and mend them without whiskey let
me win the battle is now mine the end in sight the day is come the walls of
Jericho are falling all around.
We both like Fogarty the singer of the creedence song.
We both like dandelions' how they come apart. We both like dragonflies the
wings so far apart. Rain in the summer love in the winter life in the spring.
The little silver color in the box. The happy that we do when we talk man and wife.
The prayers that come to the mind unbidden as we talk yearning just for kisses
yearning just for time to love. A robot heart hidden in a real love an android one
charlax seven molded in the form of a CREEDENCE song. Without an ending a
poem never stops in side of heaven is my love she it is that rules me lets me
love. A wonderful purple flower hidden in a tall tree it is she. This is charlax seven