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Good Friday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte in violet this Good Friday
The day during the death of our Lord
Remind us of his crucifixion & holy death this day
Never separate us from His saving cord
With your Holy Cross we are sanctified
Through the crucifixion & holy death of our Lord Jesus Christ
This day when He was crucified
During His Holy Death when His life He sacrificed.
Amen.
-11/05/2017
(Dumarao)
*Occasional Prayers ton Santa Muerte
I came seeking a child that was born a king.
I have strayed, beguiled from my undertaking.
It was a binary star that I chose to follow,
one path leading straight to Him,
but I sought the brighter glow
and became a wondering pilgrim.
My star led me here through circuitous routes,
through pleasurable meanderings
and gratuitous pursuits,
crossing mellowed valleys and honeyed springs.
I have smelled the flower of travellers-joy
and tasted the heady fruits of the vine.
I have eaten and drank till I felt cloy;
sought fun-loving company, avoiding the saturnine.
Questing warmth in the arms of more than one woman,
hypnotized by the charms of their fair sex;
tasting only their sweetness, like a persimmon,
sensing not the puckering in their vortex.
My eyes have feasted on many a sunrise,
and, again, they drank in the satiny sunset.
I have allowed my mind to fantasize,
benumbed by the beauty of that distant vignette.
Life has been a sweet potion to swallow,
but time is running out, I must reach my goal,
pursue the star fast losing its halo
and find the King, I must save my soul.
I’m here now, where is this child?
all I found was a Man Crucified.
Ahoy
I am The Pirate King, My Tattoo summons a Dragon with a AI spirit and cybernetic implants that shoots lasers out of his eyes.
Diamond of Czechia Mob boss of Chicago and Zlin Czechia Kelly Pink Diamonds my divine Celtic warrior queen sings with a sirens call. Her voice as an angel draws me in my dreams across the ocean toward my certain doom. I serve as Ambassador of King Jesus and am The Bard and Pirate King of Chicago Mob boss of Czechia Ruler of new Chicago servant of the living Lord Yeshua Son of God Almighty. My dragon summoned by pure faith in God shoots lasers out its eyes yet even I am no match for Kelly Pink Diamond Queen of Bohemia Czechia Mob Boss Angel Of Lord Jesus Christ and fellow Ambassador of King Yeshua Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
Ahoy Trust in Jesus.
Green jelly beans taste so great
Onyx beads fancy on my braids
On my way to celebrate
Divine holiday Easter is great
Fuchsia dress and patent leather shoes
Ready to confess sins be renewed
In my heart of hearts I’m moved
Deeply by sermon’s teal truth
Anointed amber spiritual words
Youth choir singing in the church
Good Friday is a holy day, a day in holy week, the day Jesus carried our sins to the cross.
Good Friday is the day, we were redeemed by Jesus.
Good Friday is a day to fast, to pray, to remember Jesus and our life’s walk-through life.
Good Friday we remember the stations of the cross, the struggle between good and evil, that everything has a cause and effect, the battle of good and evil, and the works of Jesus to save us.
Thank you Jesus, we love you, we pray and remember you today and always.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The world says “Live your truth.”
Jesus said, “I am the Truth.”
The world says “Be true to yourself.”
Jesus says, “Follow me.”
The world says, “Live your best life.”
Jesus says “He who finds his life will lose it
And he who loses his life for my sake will find it.”
Over everything the world offers
Stands one irrefutable, life changing thing: The Cross.
The pooling dross
Drawn out with flame
He was blamed
It wasn’t skimmed (until it was skimmed)
The old man, the new man’s loss
The Holy Spirit’s vane
In Jesus’ Name
It wasn’t prayed (until it’s prayed in Him)
The incondite cross
Roughly made
It wasn’t planed
It wasn’t finished (until it was finished)
The incondite cross
Ripped his already tattered back
The rubbing of open wounds
Against the raw wood
Vinegar to drink
Nails brushing the median nerves
I make the “crucified clench”
Every pain extends as I gasp for breath
My body wanting, avoiding asphyxiation
My mind wanting death
This is my passion that led me here
I so loved the world
That I gave my life for it
They flogged my back and front raw
I am exhausted from the blood loss
Unrecognizable
You better recognize what I have done
(I am God’s Beloved Son) for you
It has been three score and 16 years.
Those life experiences have been mixed.
Through them all, God's Grace was there,
Always reminding me of His loving care.
I am blessed, and I am grateful.
My EYES are great with my friend, 'Glasses'.
My EARS are functioning very soundly.
My TASTE buds are delightful, and
I love TOUCHING and being touched.
I am blessed, and I am grateful.
Never do I take for granted the sweet SMELLING
Fragrance of clean country air befriending
My nostrils as I inhale and exhale. 'Little
Pain has been the story of my life.
I am blessed, and I am grateful.
Leaves that are injured
has fallen to earth
—time is no longer long
at the end of the conversation
on a day that is almost over.
In tiredness—a year ago together
constantly waving
while singing
towards the edge of the season
It is time
to save words
in the womb of the most glorious earth.
And I—silently praise you
with all my heart
—which anchors every cruise
like dust being kissed by the roar of the wind
resides in the chest—the home of all love flows.
Atambua-NTT, 30 December 2025
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
roam freely on the grasslands
in the arms of the wind, my body falls
laughing stars, in silent dreams.
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
the hills shine in your likeness
there our heads rest so gently
and all nature is ours.
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
this is life, sometimes the night is a prayer of silence
sometimes the night is little candles and tears
the wind sighs and the still dark roads mesmerize through the valley.
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
go, as good as your eternal path
and I bless you in all my tears.
Atambua, 27 November 2025
: la luna and all events*
In twilight halls, I wander, lost amidst the masquerade,
A lone soul unmasked, amidst a sea of painted shades.
They don their facades, a suffocating uniformity,
While I, a chameleon, harbor multitudes, a chaotic symphony.
My essence shifts, a mercurial tide,
Humble servant, raging beast, side by side.
Through labyrinthine corridors, I weave and stray,
A stranger in each room, yet belonging nowhere, lost in gray.
Then, I beheld her – a fleeting glimpse of truth,
A visage unadorned, a moment's vulnerable youth.
My heart, a traitor, whispered sweet deceit,
"This is the one, the soulmate, the key to my crumbling seat."
But hers was a beauty, veiled, invisible to the eye,
A masterpiece of malice, hidden beneath a saintly guise.
She struck, a viper's kiss, a whispered promise of despair,
And I, a willing captive, still believed in love's sweet air.
The arrow's fiery tip, a burning, searing pain,
I smiled, a final taunt, as darkness closed, a suffocating rain.
In death's threshold, I saw her, transfigured, revealed,
The angel of my demise, Masked Malice, my heart's fatal yield.
Instant the command
As decisions
In labouring the fields
A civil war of family's avoiding
Yet the enactments mimic
As bond as surety
In financing burdens
One wishes not to carry
Carriage as stable
Nightingales lost fables
Ferry in twist
Smirking gentle and smits
To the good Friday of Ireland
End the death of the unborn, and protect them from receiving any harm.
Made by choice and killed by force.
We should all remember that we were once in that spot.
Love and kindness should be given to the unborn until they are born.
No harm or death should be given to someone who has never even been given the chance to live.
Stop teaching death to the unborn, declare them a gift from God.
Made in care with love and spirit, let them grow freely without any harm.
To mortal minds, there is no way
that what took place on that dark day
when someone good in every way,
was crucified by hands of clay
could be thought good in any way.
God’s works are good in every way
was echoed each creation day.
Man formed from clay on the sixth day
was very good in every way
yes, this is what the Bible says.
Mankind became the Devil’s prey
when Adam sinned that fateful day
But when Christ died on that dark day
His life the price for sin did pay
For on Him, mankind's sins were laid.
Good Friday was a special day
God ransomed rebels gone astray.
He showed His love for men that day
In a strange, unexpected way
So, sinful man can to Him pray.
Make today your salvation day
when you with millions join and say,
‘Lord, take my life, hold o’er it sway,
lead me along the narrow way
that leads unto The Better Day.’
Good Friday mourning
pondering the sacrifice
that was made for all
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