THE GANGSTER DISCIPLE TREATY FREE LARRY HOOVER MOVEMENT BEGAN TO SOUND OFF THROUGHOUT THE PRISON SYSTEMS IN THE MIDWEST INCLUDING THE WOMANS PRISON IN WISCONSIN HOUSING REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS AS DEATHROW INMATES PREPARIING FOR PARDONS EARLY RELEASES OR COMMUTED SENTENCES AS TRUMP COMMUTED FOUNDER LARRY HOOVER FEDERAL MULTIPLE LIFE PRISON COMMUTED TO 200 YEARS FOR THE MURDERS THIS SENT THE PRISON SYSTEM INTO A FRENZY FOR CORRUPTION GANG RELATED LAW ENFORCEMENT PROVIDING RIOT GEAR TO GANG LEADERS IN ORDER TO STAND OFF WITH FBI AGENTS KILLING INFORMANTS I AM REMINDED OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI JUNK SICK COPS WORKING SECURITY FOR GANGS IMAGINE HOW TERRORISTS MIMIC AMERICAN GANGS A SYSTEM THAT TEACHES FORIEGNERS HOW TO HARM AMERICANS THROUGH ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION I WILL NEVER FEAR 1 HOOVER LANE WEARING A BADGE WORKING FOR GANG LEADERS INCLUDING SEVERE REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDERS UCAN2 CORRUPTION AT ITS FINEST ACTUALLY REPRESENTING THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES OPENING A PASSAGEWAY FOR TERRORISTS RATHER WW1 WW11 WW111 ORGANIZED CORRUPTION CONTROLLING TERROISM ON AMERICAN SOIL GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT OF ABUSE OF POWER
Beside a sea of sapphire blue
On sands of glimmering gold
I asked the prophet what He knew
Of what wonders I’d behold
He smiled softly, gave a sigh
And reached into the sea
Then placed a starfish in the sky
And said “Come follow me.”
A demonness turned disciple of a goddess,
Born in a form to show my true prowess
As well as learning to embrace my darkness.
I too am evolving into a cosmic enchantress.
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NOTIFICATIONS FROM NIRVANA - ODYSSEY OF A DIGITALLY DISTRACTED DISCIPLE FROM SCROLL TO SOUL
Love like this is once in a lifetime
More beautiful than the sweetest kiss
Whispering grace in nature’s soft rhyme
Love this strong is meant for hearts and souls
Sweetest kiss, gentle grace, His embrace
Raining over those His love controls
Love brought alive, kindness, stirring
His embrace, light – eternal beauty
His wonders alive and recurring
Love that breathes music through dazzling songs
Eternal beauty, rhythms vibrating
Singing through the winds, where bliss belongs
Love abides inside those who believe
Rhythms vibrating, inspiring strong faith
Growing close to Him will not deceive
Strong faith comes to life inside disciples
Who sincerely trust in their bibles
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Chanso: 5 verses plus 1 envoi
9 syllable lines, tercet, lines 1& 3 rhyme in each verse
End word or words from line 2 of each verse,
begin first line of verse 2 in next stanza.
*near rhyme disciples/bibles
At the feet of the Master there sat a disciple,
Looking straight to the eyes, learning the truth what lies;
Oh! The word from the Master where none can give,
The wisdom that discern, with the truth to live;
A teacher is he that show the right path for you and me.
At the feet of his Master for more than an hour,
He think of himself as a treasure hunter;
For the knowledge he gain is beyond the price what he retained,
The gold are worthless, for what he have is the best;
The understanding he acquire, is wonderful beyond his desire.
He extoled, “There’s no one to compare,
Beyond our understanding you are there;
For what we are capable, teacher you are able.
As a candle which shines its light, you shared us the deepest insight;
Who would have known your struggle, yet, you gave your time and always available,
Teacher you are incredible”.
Disciple
I close my eyes to pretend
you are with me
my hand reaches into the empty place
where you have not been
still I feel you are near
I have not stopped looking for you
this timefull trance suspends me
in an unforgiving mess of lost intention
instead of following
I'm sitting on a wooden bench
watching time dial around the unmoving center
the woman behind the glass calls me
she leads me along a yellow hallway
little nameplates are blank beside the doors
one opens I enter
two chairs a small desk
picture of a waterfall on the wall
behind where I sit
it's the second time I've been here
and the second time I'll leave
without knowing why I came
or where I'll go to find you
Tension builds in multiples
Between two lords with their disciples:
For knives wanting to rush at arteries,
Trouble starts changing their batteries!
Now, every cough is risky:
Experimentation with the frisky;
Every move of defiance,
A murderous stab’s reliance;
The discordant notes of a forced sneeze
And awkwardness of every heard wheeze.
Something of headache for cold-suffering Clement
Already out of his element:
“How he should every sneeze contain
And a rearing cough detain…
And the final hateful explosion delay,
If he must still with his life pay?
Twenty-four men in a field
Leaving blood-thirsty tension to build!
If any one comes to me without hating his father and mother
Wife and children
Brothers and sisters
Even his own life, he cannot be my disciple
Whoever does not carry his own cross
and
come after me cannot be my disciple
Which of you wishing to construct a tower does not first sit down
and
calculate the cost to see if there is enough for its completion
Otherwise
After laying the foundation
and
Finding himself unable to finish the work the onlookers should laugh at him and say
This one began to build but did
Not have the resources to finish
What king marching into battle would not first sit down
Decide whether with ten thousand troops
he can successfully oppose another king advancing upon him with twenty thousand troops
But if not
While he is still far away
He will send a delegation to ask for peace terms
In the same way
Everyone of you who does not renounce all his possessions cannot be my disciple [LK 14:26-33]
Though live ,no one cares to see.
For I am the shadow to be .
Always around .
Never in sky, just on ground .
A light shade .
Ready to vanish but never fade.
The best to be is black .
Live in light ,die in dark .
The ultimate disciple to follow .
Every where and gallow .
For I am nothing with out you .
Just black ,never red nor blue.
24 Aug 2021
Why are so many called
yet very few are chosen?
Are they pundits on the terrace
who know best how to shoot,
who put the ball to back of net
with mouth instead of boot?
Do many tire sore muscle
learning skill through weary days,
and good-fight life’s long hussle
for the right to make those plays?
“So come, come play for me.”
“I first must fetch another pint.
And I’m desperate for a wee.”
Is it wrong to think of Christ as ludicrous?
Did he laugh at jokes, and smile,
and sing hearty songs
and need to brush his teeth?
Was he not made like us, save for sin?
It is after Easter,
and though I have nothing yet,
he has caught and cooked some fish,
and that without a net.
And I am laughing with him.
when one comes to follow Jesus
He gives you a standard to keep
this is not to gain His eternal salvation
for it is a gift allotted for His elected sheep
Jesus sovereignly calls you to go His way
no matter what it will ultimately cost you
for Jesus paid the ultimate price so dear
so His followers must also have to do
The life of self must need to die
no place for it as Jesus made clear
Christ God's son must be your king
being everything as one so dear
God's will is to walk the Jesus path
being filled by His spirit full and free
having the mind of Christ to bear fruit
showing His gifts that all would see
Be humble, meek, godly and righteous
full of His joy, peace and grace
looking to eternity to meet your Lord
on that great day look into His lovely face
(I have been thinking on What does it mean to be a Jesus "Disciple"? this is my conclusion)
Words of no profit,
Chitchat and debate
worth no participate!
Rather saving the lost,
Edifying the synagogue.
It’s the beast works
For men to mine;
Strifes among themselves,
Diverting the energies
And thinking of disciples
Thousand miles away,
Away from the way,
from what to be acted.
Never forget HE existed,
Existed before thickheaded tail.
The tail never wins at all!
Life, the race across the lake,
Philosophy of man starts
Invading the beliefs of the temple
With false teachings.
Dogmatic mentalities an’ hard cores
Result no spiritual growth.
Be diligent in study of HIS words;
The Truth!
Christ is the water and bread of life,
Poured out and broken for us to take part.
Everything denotes His love,
His perfect sacrifice for us.
His soul He offered unto God,
His life He surrendered on the cross.
He is the Christ, our exaltation prize,
Kind Savior and Redeemer mild.
His healing balm knows no end.
His service to the broken to mend.
Once to humbly lay His life by,
Now He reigns in heaven on high.
To be partakers of His fruits,
We must bear in us His life,
To tree from roots.
Herein are the gospel tools.
Christ the Lord who reigns on high,
Always let us be nearby Thy side.
We have come to earth to do our part.
Bestow now charity in our hearts.
With hearts and hands to serve Thine all,
We adhere our Savior dear, to Thy call.
Always to give and share in truth,
We love in Spirit, to make all things new.
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