Into the fog I fell,
amidst the bone chilling cold,
caterwauled by silence -
eerily the end
of the year, dismal.
With the call of a forefinger,
I float through the mist,
silence switches
to a whisper,
rays appear through the haze.
Into the cradle I amble,
dizzy from 2024 strange happenings.
Lemons and apples fill the trees,
bright, juicy, bountiful, and
plenipotentiary fruit
of a Happy New Year.
Here’s where it gets weird:
we must take care
to love and serve
and the trees will prosper.
Love, joy, peace
patience, kindness, goodness,
gentleness, faithfulness, self-control* -
the kind of fruit that will produce
good results
for years to come.
The Whos in Whoville give praise.
The pennypinching Grinch** gives in.
Bells ring and voices raised.
Cheers, hopeful and kinetic.
*Fruit of the Spirit, bible reference
**Whos, Whoville, Grinch - Dr. Seuss book references
Our greed is Illusion but our honesty can correct its misleading information.
Fate and believe are two brothers who support each other to do work hard.
Trauma dismantle our possibility of becoming a satisfied successful person,
But our will wake our inner desire to achieve our wish by working hard.
Activate your knowledge and become a wise human by heart.
Activate the Argument
David J Walker
A one-world lonely drop
One word then two
From a pile of past important papers
Pinned in the permanent ink of
atavistic fears and instincts
picking
three words then four
voices heard
unseen
in a perturbed
rebirth of a past
manuscript
what has she seen
and when did she see it
what did she mean
and when did she mean it
five words
then six
as thick
as an August evening
on a screened-in porch
You explain
I am the path
But not its patron
I am
The Paterfamilias
And not its Matron
Eight words then ten
And it’s over enough to
Start again
Activate the artist in me
Show me things other's can't see, but believe they are what I show them to be
trust in me to explore their minds, to captivate their hearts and release their sublime. They too are gifted by these hands of mine.
First step in the trust of my guidance, wholeheartedly is your chance
Believe that you can do and see, no need for a second glance
peace will be still, no matter what is all around, You need give ear to my voice, listen "souly" to it's sound
I will activate your gifts, like the writer to these words
I will activate your faith and heighten your senses for which my voice is heard
Are you ready?
Are you set?
Great
ACTIVTE
Do you know you have angels
Sent to share in your labour?
More than any other folk around!
Angels of healing, protection, provision,
Deliverance, miracles, salvation,
Prosperity, alignment, guardian and more!
It's a powerful divine equation
When we follow God's will and direction!
Future generations are in their care
So, don't ignore the little ones
As their angels behold the face of God!
Love, worship and obey God's word
This will activate your angels full ahead
In the heavenly places they are
Ever ready and eager to serve!
God is supplying all my needs.
Whatever I fear, takes root and makes
me weak in the knees!
Fear, is that unseen enemy that keeps me
awake at night.
Fear allows negatives to become my reality.
My own, self created fright.
Your mind is the bull's eye
of the Devil's target.
Flying arrows of fear, it is
you who must stop them.
Your beginning and end, only the Lord knows.
Not politicians, nor scientists dressed in fancy
clothes.
No pompous government official can stop my final fate!
It's already inscribed on God's golden, eternal slate!
May 5, 2020
2pm PST
Under a jammed packed pile
spread over
a heap of things
on the top of a desk top
black with books and pens and notes
inconspicuous
this lonesome page
implanted therein
no more
an expression
of imagination
this verse
It's easy,
just to contemplate
too much, though
and we may
stagnate;
perhaps we'll even
dessicate
Better,
in my mind to
activate
and motivate,
I say we
dedicate to
create;
then perhaps
it won't be
too late
to relate
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