The fuel, fury and addiction,
stupendous depiction.
I’m magnetized; my nose buried
in vellum sheets. Varied,
the construct of complicated
simpletons located
on cliffs, near harbors, with their ghosts;
misdirecting guideposts.
The injection of crafty twists;
flying ink insists
you sink deeper into its thick.
The turn of pages, a joystick.
Wanting to finish the story;
feeling’s transitory.
Compose a series, Author, please!
Your book ended with tease.
I’ll have eyes on antagonist,
tea with protagonist,
follow breadcrumbs and red herring,
and choose to be daring.
T h e E n d
He took all that was legally his to inherit
And never to lay claim on any deed again.
Yet, having spent all, now in lack and want,
Living in abject penury, he returned home;
He returned not as a son any more but.....
Positioning himself as a servant legally
speaking.
But grace located him and restored him;
Instead of shame and reproach he found;
Grace and the father's embrace saying..
Welcome home, this is your home both
now and forever.
(Written 6th December, 2015.)
The Little Brown Church
By
J.A. Long
I belong to the honest little brown church on Simpson Road
The one that everybody passes like Levites in a hurry
Perhaps looking for something kind of furry critter
Or perhaps for a house sitter at the very last minute
Perhaps even for a Spinet
The little brown church that is located directly across the street
From the popular yellow colored diner
But on the same side of the street which
Usually has more parking spaces than cars
The little church that needs more people
Including students for its quiet Sunday School
The little church that was once larger on
Third Street- you must know the one
Tiger located a boot; where was the man?
He looked in every dumpster and garbage can
One was shaking in terror so he knew right away
Where he would be finding his lunch today.
The Fast Frigate Regatta on the Patuxent River" The Novel Idea"
is spoken to inspire the formation of a Organization to do so.
From idea to commandment the Work-to-do into a Work-in-process
could create a new sporting event
that could bring travelers and revenue to our area.
This is an idea to be welcomed by many-many river
loving people. The Culture of watermen is know thing new
to this area. A Provincial Council decree in 1678 mentioned Ferry
Operations here: and don't forget The modern naval station
located at the river's mouth was constructed between 1942–1943.
We have a long history here in the Patuxent River Valley and River.
World Class Competition that is aimed at showcasing the competitive edge
of River Racing. Terms and Terminology often associated with River Racing Includes.
concepts like technical, high-speed maneuvers on moving water. Other terms include phrases like,
whitewater disciplines.Feathering,Luff, Luffing etc. etc.
crucial for generating revenue and competitive advantage.
or non-physical assets that lack physical form.
OCCASIONAL HIGHLIGHTS-:-
spatial
values
establish
uncomprehending
indifference
so VAGUELY ENVISAGED
pin-pointing
precious
insights
threaded
effusively
in ELOQUENT METAPHORS
located
engagingly
special
presentable
prototype
my reoccurring dream is a nightmare
because I am walking under the concrete underpass
located next to the town square in my hometown
this is a place I have always been scared of
terrifies me, so why am I there?
was I chased here?
the air feels ominous
I hear a twig snap
this is no forest
it is concrete, uphill
the further I go the more terrified I become
I am cornered by my assailant
he throws me down on the ground
I am going to scream so loudly, the entire town will hear me
but no sound comes out
there is only silence
I try again and again
waking up with black pupils
full of fear, scared to death by my scariest dream
a dream I cannot get rid of
a dream that haunts me for fifty-seven years
”simply choosing to stop thinking
we attain peace that’s unblinking”
~ quote by poet
Though we have been, seen and so known,
light of Self beyond time full blown,
assimilation yet awaits,
as we walk on this path alone.
Engaging in senseless debates,
our wayward ego celebrates,
having shrouded our inner light,
distancing us from heaven’s gates.
Mind thought to be boon, is now blight,
doubts arise and we crouch in fright,
lost in dreams we have created,
where imagination takes flight.
Feeling from God separated,
by day and night agitated,
knowing not silence is the way,
God in heart is not located.
Another holiday comes near,
holidays past have placed a fear
inside like an enemy spear~
the call from afar,
why are you choosing to stay deaf
to songs of love, does not the clef
notate wonder like Kepler-62f,*
and yet here we are.
*a super-Earthexoplanet orbiting within the habitable zone of the star Kepler-62, the outermost of five such planets discovered around the star by NASA's Kepler space telescope. It is located about 982 light-years (301 parsecs)from Earth in the constellation of Lyra. ~Wikipedia
"Nothing but the truth"
The truth is not located in the left, the center, the right or the extremities.
It is above politics, ideologies and dogmas.
It doesn't care about my or your opinions and perspectives.
You can believe in leprechauns all you want. You are incapable of altering the truth in the slightest.
The truth is one, objective and universal. It is found above my or your subjective beliefs.
The truth is a sacred ideal of the higher planes of existence.
Like an untainted holy grail of blinding astral light that no mental perversion or falsehood can defile.
The truth cannot be approached by faith, but through true logic with common sense or by personal experience of it.
The first king-size bed was fashioned nearly two thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, producers we all know.
There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillow upon which to rest His head.
The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable upon a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.
The First King-size bed was a simple manger for a Royal destined to rule!
The King of Kings was born whose birthday we celebate this joyous Yule!
Bluetones - (Where did you go)
I Went to the furnace...
'I went deep inside myself to locate the weakness; I discovered rocket fuel disguised as my inner demons.
Rocket fuel that needed burning!
But first... Containing;
I imprisoned the tormenters until I had a safe place to release them.
When a direction had been chosen, I dragged them through a painful conversion process against their will, which enabled me to convert them into over x2000 workouts, learn a trade, meet hundreds of interesting people, write poetry, create art, open businesses, maintain businesses, close businesses, create relationships, maintain relationships, share inspiration, wisdom and helpful ideas with others... the list goes on.
This converted Rocket Fuel - provided the energy for me to get this done.
But only because I converted it from destructive energy - to creative energy.
I located it, contained it, directed it, then released and burned it when the time was right - which converted it. (into something useful) - the conversion process is the 'furnace' because it is painful, uncomfortable and burns..
Where did you go?
(Ecclesiesetes 7:10)
where within our form, is God located
a futile search to keep ego busy
doomed to failure since thoughts are sedated
all that results is we become dizzy
insentient to bliss bubbles fizzy
present everywhere, surging within form
cognised when we resist not love’s bliss storm
The knee-higher
feelings that are displayed are not feelings but atoms; the subatomic part being that its heart, this knee-higher, is located in the mind or the dexterous venders and ventures of reading and writing personal stories of literature. The knee-higher is only an apparition, a thought placed into the minds of Man, of what its seemingly harmless, innocent veering thought of making a peanut butter sandwich can leading to global hunger or a Holocaust.
oh, vay, it be man that hold THIS fires, this knee-higher, of silken flesh and bone, being only a phantom of the Dream, and a warrior of Ruin to behold...!
The Chesapeake Flotilla consisted of 18 small vessels,
fGunboat No. 137 and Gunboat No. 138
Several of the small ships recovered from
St. Leonard's Creek were part of
Commodore Joshua Barney's Chesapeake Flotilla
during the War of 1812.
While many were gunboats and barges
these had no formal names
identified only by there hull numbers
n addition to the gunboats, the flagship of
he flotilla, the USS Scorpion, was located
buried in the sediment of the nearby Patuxent River.
Written by;
Mort Rainey
Researcher for
Ernst Bettler University in Swisserland
Gill-Men's Navy
Book and Movie
The ghost Peppers were grown in winter
by the Siberain Aqua Farmer
A filmmaker wanted to film a movie
his dimented mind
came up with an idea
Use the Creature of ledend to eat
the scum from the street and save on cost
and produce the film fast and cheap
and make alot of money.
It was a hsush, hush affair
and involved very few.
Until Capt. Ymaly an alien
who transported here to find a creature
of space orgin
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