My blood cannot heal me
of my inequities
my blood is corrupted
in sinful DNA of the first man
who caused us all to stumble
the only blood that heals my soul
is the incorruptible one shed by the Lamb
two thousand years ago
on that rugged cross
Chose a Title; Naïve Faith, Sponsor – Edward Ibeh – 8-27-25
Naïve synonyms: callow, guileless, innocent, pure, genuine, honest, simple, sincere
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Naïve Faith
Callow faith walks with wide eyes
In playgrounds littered with stark cunning
When adorned innocence
Seeks to soar where angels fly
Not blinded by fool’s gold
Nor looted by evil’s glittery tinsel
Or minds darkened by drugs of ebony
That plagiarizes honesty
With rationalized temptations
In ravished glamour.
Artless faith, clothed by incorruptible purity,
Shivers when simplicity senses
A wrinkle in infinity -
Guileless belief skirts gullible’s traps
Clothed in a gift of sight.
When beastly motives
Try to sideswipe honesty
With glitz and jewels of paste
Dangling shiny promises with dark underbellies
Naive faith, clothed in discernment,
Sees with candid clarity.
The rose still blooms despite attacks
By mold or mildewed rust
The sun still wakes the dawn
Even when eclipsed
Crowned by a faultless corona
As stars refuse to enter black holes
Faith embraces the innocent.
Dweller of Our Heart 8-7-25
Line of Inquiry: The essence in us is the same as the essence in the sun.
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Dweller of Our Heart
Light dwells in my core
Through ambivalent nights
Light and solar fire,
The incorruptible first breath of Aurora’s blush.
Born in the same chrysalis of the refiner’s flame,
Before the birth of light,
Crafted in birthright,
We rise together
And draw breath from the morning star
We are consecrated in the Eternal’s dawn
My soul knows your light as you know mine.
In everlasting dawn
We live and move
Oblivious to frost and ice
Mesmerized by the rapture of grace
And like sunflowers,
Blooming in a never-ending summer,
We turn in the same breath
To dance a unison
With our Creator’s face.
We, reflections of hallowed perfection,
Know harmony
Yoked by caritas
I feel your marrow
As a soulmate
As we compose one fire song,
Given to us,
In harmony,
By the Spirit ~ dweller in our hearts.
To fly away to the celestial,
To spread my wings in the untroubled skies,
To find a home in a serene place,
Away from the turbulence gnawing at my mind.
To fly to a place where the night doesn't beckon,
To spread my wings in a realm bathed in light,
A place where I don’t wade through murky waters,
A place where I am embraced by the glory of each new day.
To fly to Eden,
A place where the incorruptible are like sprouting seeds.
A place where the fruits of the trees bestow youthfulness and vitality,
A place where the soft murmurs of the rivers unveil mysteries—
An Eden where darkness is kept at bay for the souls of its inhabitants.
To fly to a place where I can sit at the feet of the sages,
A place where I can drink from the rivers of wisdom,
A place where a hand is always there to hold and guide me.
Flying to a realm of perpetual peace and tranquillity is my earnest desire.
May 6, 2025.
OPERATION FALLEN BEGAN AFTER SEVERAL CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO ACTUALLY BECAME JUNK SICK JEOPARDIZING HIS CRIME FAMILY HE ACTUALLY PAID CORRUPT OFFICERS TO SEND GOOD INCORUPTIBLE OFFICERS INTO WAR ZONES BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HIRED ABUSE OF POWER TO ALLOW EARLY RELEASE FOR HIS PERSONAL LIST OF REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS REACHING OVER ONE HUNDRED SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS MEANWHILE THESE OFFICERS ARE DUMB FOUNDED FEARING FOR THEIR LIVES FINALLY MURDERED BY FRIENDLY FIRE MEANWHILE THE ONE HUNDRED REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS RECIEVE EARLY RELEASES AND FREE DUSNEY PASSES THE GAMES OF ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION CROSSING OVER RICO VIOLALTIONS COMPLETE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT FOR INCORRUPTIBLE OFFICERS FBI INFORMANTS I WOLL NEVER EVER FEAR ABUSE OF POWER EXCESSIVE BULLYING ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WORKING FOR THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OVER ARSON MURDER OF 9 ELDERLY PERSONS GOD BLESS ALL THE FALLEN GOD BLESS AMERICA
In a moment, in a twinkling of an eye at the last trumpet:
for the trumpet shall blow, and the dead shall be raised up
incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
—1 Cor 15:52
To Friendly Face and Open Door
Spring of daffodils and time change,
of snowy Bradford pears and I,
to friendly face and open door;
ecstatic at the doctored lift.*
Of snowy Bradford pears and I,
an hour that cannot be reclaimed.
Ecstatic at the doctored lift.
Latter smile on church-countenance.
An hour that cannot be reclaimed,
and thus the gimp has no inkling.
Latter smile on church-countenance.
Pain perished in twinkling moment.
And thus the gimp has no inkling,
saved from the click clack of a clock.
Pain perished in twinkling moment,
in glory of Great Physician.**
Saved, from the click clack of a clock,
to friendly face and open door.
in glory of Great Physician,
Spring of daffodils and time change.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*lift - elevator and metaphor
**Great Physician - Jesus Christ
***non-rhyming pantoum
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall
all be changed--In a moment in the twinkling of an eye. For our
For our Lord, Himself shall descend from heaven with a mighty
shout, with the voice of an arch angel and the last trumpet of God.
And the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we who are alive
and remain, shall all be changed. And be caught up together
in the sky and so we shall always be the our Lord Jesus Christ.
For our corruptible bodies must be changed to incorruptible ones and
our mortal bodies must put on their immortal ones. "For flesh and blood
cannot inherit the kingdom of God in heaven for during the seven year's
tribulation on earth." His saints shall be safeguarded and protected there.
"canon service"
“We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly
like he was untainted as holy water
from the incorruptible font,
he had an upward inflection in his voice
at the end of every punctuated point,
delivered like a canon service
his gun and bullets were larger
apparently...he was high, the pulpit lofty
far above the soaped-up sinners
some of us inside were grinning
too much alter wine
he was probably juiced,
then unctuously he shared his fat sermon
as if to convey to the congregated
a good and proper sluicing,
the service was poetic
no hymns in this church
salvation tamborines
to beat the devils out,
some of us inside were grinning
Candide Diderot. ‘23
canon.
cannon.
April 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 9-11
Key Verse – 2Kings 9:36 Wherefore they came again, and told him. And he said, This is the word of the LORD, which he spake by his servant Elijah the Tishbite…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENLIGHTENS US
THROUGH HIS WORD
Praise be to God for enlightening us through His Word that is:
Inspired for our regeneration
Indestructible along our redemption
Incontestable toward our revival
Incorruptible with our renewal
Indispensable for our restoration
2Kings 10:10 Praise be to the Lord Who does
that which He speaks:
Fulfilling His will with triumph
Freeing us from waywardness’ transgression
Framing our wisdom along His testimony
Fixing our ways toward thanksgiving
Flaming our winnings midst trials
2Kings 11:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
reinforcing His covenant toward us that is:
Sealed with His devotion
Secured by His decision
Satisfied amidst His delight
Shown along His direction
Strengthened upon dominion. Amen!
April 23, 2024
My joy surrounds me with character
beauty essence I bow to the on lookers
I dance to the sweetest sound all over town
of lovely joyous Caribbean tunes melody
opens my eyes just one more time mon
for old time sakes erasing 1984 I don't dare
remember buildings burning screams wails
sirens panting being badgered breathing in
this wondrous earth free from identity theft
hatred forgiveness evolving my nature capturing
my senses I'm blessed to be me no one
could ever become this brilliant queen
covered in chiffon and lace torment
dissolved by gods wrath upon all those
willing to bring harm my way above a whisper
I seek solace moving about this world
a new existence a new creature
incorruptible by 1984 wingtip bathe
in my identity criminal groups marvel
through the smell of my perfume I am
comforted by the holy spirit camels
carry my sparkling rose' my presence
devours all manhood I am beautiful
Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals.
My chair can get closer from the side,
but the view isn't as accessible.
If I could only get well, I can do those things.
I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings.
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things?
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose.
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden,
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets.
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see.
I know the routine.
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair.
The unborn, even less able with their handicap
than me, to have a voice.
One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven,
no need to avoid like the plague,
because there won't be any.
Just things the way they ought to be.
These are lilac days! The lilac of
Purple strong I sing my song hear
This song I sing these words I bring
Incorruptible seasons with reasons
Spewing deluge of information
It is finally spring I say do your BEST
BEAT YOUR CHEST! Do not
Confess yet! To the stars far. We
Pray they come close the stars
Obliging smiling time their rhyme
They shine. Lilac of Purple Majesty.
What is the sequel? It's speak due.
Aah the people. By the light of stars
And moon they survive in night
Day comes seeping secretly soon.
Sense the blooms in the lilac tunes.
Where is groom with the golden
Spoon?! Make haste now! Bring
The bring the milk seek the oats
Yeah cereal this senerio we be FED!
Said the DREAD. These LILAC DAYS
NEVER NEVER EVER FADE. That
Is the way.
The truth is that love is never true
It's illogical, it makes no sense
Why me? Why you?
Why us, who just happened to collide
It matters not whether we passed or failed
the tests of truthfulness or falseness
Whether we conformed to what
love is mean to be, or what others have as love or say it is.
Whether our love is accurate, reliable,
lasting, resilient or steadfast.
For the truth about love is
it's blind, incontestable, incomparable,
incorruptible, unerasable.
Love is delightfully uncertain.
For its impossible to measure or calculate
love's exact status and momentum at the same time.
Who cares anyway?
For love is just plain silly!
Brought forth
On the Earth
In shame and despair
I lay upon the ground
No hand to hold
My tiny vessel
Silence...all around
You picked me up
Washed me clean
Held me to your heart
Gave me comfort
Dressed my nakedness
And connection
A gift...to start
THE WAR
I battled void
I slew the dragon
Of fear, doubt and unbelief
I cast off
Heavy burden
Of depression, suicide and grief
For uncertainty...to live
I cried out
ABANDONED! FORGOTTEN!
And followed, still
You led me to water
Where parched lips
Could finally feel
Refreshed...renewed
BORN AGAIN
Incorruptible...LOVED
Oh sing forth
Great EARTH
My Creator has led me through
To know origin
TRUTH has prevailed
Free...to be...me
ALL ME..................FULLY ACCEPTED.............NEVER TO BE REJECTED
IN LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-09-2023
Self-Existent Light
Beyond the sight of imagination,
Invisible of alpha and omega,
Unseen your non-existent borning daystar
Glory and splendor collide,
Pure sinew of sublimity
Source of ceaseless heartbeats
Flame without source,
Robed in resplendence.
No vacuum!
No space for ebony!
No consummation!
No cradle!
.
Divine edgeless clarity
Perpetual renewal of resplendence -
Wholeness illuminated,
Spring of radiance
Eternity’s original mystery
Needing neither tinder nor spark
Light – essence of the Eternal
Eternally coupled fission and fusion.
Fleshless eternal incandescence
Uncontainable virginal day
Infinite dynamo of electric brightness,
Ceaseless and incorruptible,
Self-contained chalice
Of always,
Chrysalis of incensed endless fuel
Shines from within Perfection.
Pure light
Pure love
Pure font
Undimmed Eternal
6-8-23
Contest: Self-Existent Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
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