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Jesus is calling come my people come for the Kingdom of God is at hand.
Arise out of your spiritual graves, look into me and make a stand.
There was a Super-natural move of God. When He parted the Red Sea giving Moses the self- assurance of power to stretch forth his rod.
These signs will be accompanied by those who have the faith to believe.
Somethings are only caught than taught then you can abundantly receive.
Miracles just don’t happen you have to expect. Be open, and flexible, don’t limit Him using your own intellect.
Run fast into the Presence of your Lord and Savior, trust in the Heavenly Father embrace the one you love.
Through the Holy Spirit He will have the readiness to supply provision that only comes from above.
We are like Paul prisoners of Jesus Christ. The "Perfect Sacrifice" has complete ownership there was an ultimate price.
First you must get ahold of the Kings of Kings and Lord of Lords, and love Him with a perfect heart and all you might.
The "Blessed One" will anoint your eyes with eye-salve that you may me. Laying before Him seeking His face stretched out that is the Supreme key.
Attention: An urgent call for action has gone out. There is a wide – ranging noise in the Spirit, the grounds are beginning to tremble, and shake, the heavens are getting excited, a greater pulling away to get alone with the Lord.
Groundwork, preparation, foundational truths, a greater dying out of the flesh
It's all for the God's Glory. This train is about to pull off "All Aboard."
Get ready for the signs and wonders and miracles. This loud noise is the
Holy Spirit it’s
Sounds - (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
OF
“Rival"
Behold this is a dawning of a new day. Surrender your all to the Lord allow Him to have His way.
A very important yet dynamic shift is about to occur great multitudes will be affected it’s about to take place.
Don't get ahead Him allow the Holy Spirit to secure your pace.
Set down your pride, all your rights, pre-concede thoughts humble self-put it all at the feet of Jesus and bow.
This super-natural move of God you do not want to miss so come.
"The Time is Now"
"The Time is Now"
The orphan boy and old man shared a stare.
The orphan had no one to give him love,
"I am alone." This thought held tight his mind.
The older man pondered aloud "Like me!"
"But I am old, too old to raise a child."
The old man looked to God to help him see.
A purpose for his life this boy could be.
Kindness, this old man showed this orphaned child.
To share with him, his home and share a life.
He placed the boy a bed in his bedroom.
So started life anew -a tie was born.
Morning lay the boy asleep on the floor.
With puzzled face the old man ask "For why?"
He held the little boy in aging arms.
"A monster, I fear lives underneath my bed.
I was safer, as I slept close to you."
"Monsters give us much dread." the old man said.
"We must remove this monster right away!
We're off to town to find a monster bat.
That beast we'll drag from underneath your bed.
And beat that monster all about his head"
Returning from town the old man had a plan.
"I will slide you under your bed and then
You grab ahold of monster by trunk or limb.
Then I will pull you out monster and all,
Then you can beat that monster with a bat."
The boy thought about the old man's plan,
With nod of head the battle then began.
The old man slid the boy under the bed
The boy quickly latched on a woolly leg
The man pulled monster and boy clear of the bed.
Up jumped the boy and took the bat in hand.
The bat he swung above his head and then
A Teddy Bear was all that lay in sight.
The old man's face was all wrinkles and grins.
"A lesson did we learn about monsters?
Such brave a lad to face-up to his fears."
The boy was now in his last year in school.
A collage scholarship the boy had won.
A man gave thanks to a very old man
For sharing home and life and lessons learned.
For teaching about life, love, family.
By now the old man's time was drawing short.
One more lesson he had to teach his boy,
The old man looked to God to help him see.
Through his tears through his pain, the young man smiled.
That death was not to fear but was to face.
Last words on earth this old man ever said.
"death is just the monster underneath the bed."
Tiny baby girl, I dream about you now. Ever since seeing you and holding you my world seems to fluctuate around you. It's in the way you smile, the way you laugh. The way you grabbed ahold of my heart with your tiny hands. And now I'm wrapped around your tiny little finger. Strangely enough when I first thought about this, I thought I was projecting Hale on you. Trying to find a way to love, trying to put my love somewhere. But I don't think of you the way I think of Hale. When I think of you the whole world falls away. Your just this special little girl I'm holding, like the world is saying yes. I know your not mine and I know you'll never be mine. And I'm okay with that. But for the first time I feel a piece of me tick back into place. I feel my heart moving. I feel a bond with another human being. Like I'm reaching outside of my body. It's like all the broken pieces in me since losing Hale disappear when I'm around you. I can breathe again, I'm not afraid, I can smile and laugh. I hang onto you like a anchor in a storm. And it's strange how I just met you, but I feel like I already know you. I want to play with you again, make you things, take you places. You make me want to burst out of this shell I've hidden myself in. And it's strange how you make me feel this way. Your just this innocent baby girl, your not some angel. Your not a savior curing me of any disease. And yet here I am. Your so damn beautiful it hurts. Your so damn special to me. And all I can think to do is ask why?
It doesn't really make much sense to me that I feel so much emotion towards you. Your not my child, I shouldn't feel this way. And yet I do. I feel this need to protect you, to take care of you, to teach you and love you. I look into your eyes and see something beautiful. Something I want to protect, not because your mine. But something I want to protect and love just because there's a need to. Is this maternal love? Is this what loving someone feels like? I know in my heart that I shouldn't love you, I know in my heart I should walk away but it's hard. Hard and sad.
People raise your
glasses up as I
propose a toast, for
spittin thangs that
do spit flame and
grab ahold of folks,
with 2 hands open
wide and poised to
grab and hold ya
throat, this peanut
butter flow is hard
to swallow; hope
you choke.
I'm light years in the
distance to a
mental place I sit,
and buggin cause
my brain's been on
a mental Matrix tip,
don't need to use
an airport, close my
eyes and take a
trip, I hear the
people talk but aint
nobody sayin spit.
I gotta pay these
williams so I grind
to make my grip,
I'm scared to break
its neck so I don't
try to make it flip,
no need to fade out
gradually it's just a
basic mix, I wash
my words out
longer so they'll
have to stay and
rinse.
A cunnilingual
master of disaster;
Mr. Creed, I'll die
just like Apollo 'fore
I live like Mr. T,
or hobbled in the
mind cause
ignorance is
misery, a know-it-all
that still can't read,
these kids be killin
me.
My verbal halitosis
makes me carry
Listerine, I kiss the
L with smoke rings
like I'm married to
these trees,
to switch it aint no
wives no more just
chicks who carry
seeds, and try to
live the lifestyle
from TV and
magazines.
I wish the hood
would smell the
coffee, not alot have
learned, that once
they take a sniff
that very coffee pot
is burned,
along with all the
rest of breakfast,
people gotta learn,
the government aint
handin out no more,
you gotta earn.
Vernacular is raw I
know, I'll season it
and cook, it's just
not cool to be so
stupid, go and read
a book,
what's saddest
though is how some
folks reject what
feeds the brain,
embracing empty
nourishment like
Drake and Lil
Wayne.
The Cunning
Linguist has the
jewels to be forever
dropped, I spit on
all my critics,
T.C.L. will never
stop,
administering logic,
making enemies of
friends, and toolin
up for battle, be
prepared for sweet
revenge.......
Pretty girl.
She sits a thousand miles away.
I really want to show her how I do.
Patience is truly a virtue.
I sit waiting, watching from a far.
Is it possible for long distance phone call to bring her close to my heart?
She's got me going crazy.
She's everything I have been searching for.
Pretty girl.
Come kiss me.
And let the traces of the flavor of your lips keep me wanting more.
I want to show you what my body can do.
I want to feel our fingers intertwine from now until the end of time.
1,234,567 thoughts running through my mind.
You're running around in my head.
Are your legs getting tired yet?
Pretty girl oh so far away.
Yet, everytime I close my eyes I can see you right in front of my face.
I sit here and I wait.
When that moment comes where you are looking me eye to eye.
When that moment comes where our lips light a spark that could leave this whole place on
fire.
Can't stop.
Won't stop.
This is not just a figment of our imagination.
This is something that four hands have created with such a solid foundation.
Pretty girl.
You sit and you wait a thousand miles away.
Be patient.
Soon enough you will be looking right into my face.
One hand placed at your side.
The other brushing against your cheek.
Let's set this entire place on fire.
Let's light this match and build our own empire.
Built on passion, love, and devoted desire.
Pretty girl you sit and you await from a far.
I promise you one thing that even from this distance you have the entiriety that is my heart.
I've been waiting to show you.
I won't stop nothing now.
Pretty girl.
I'll show you that you are more than just a mere face in the crowd.
I'll grab ahold of your outstretched arms.
I'll pull you close, so that you can feel the beat of my heart.
I won't stop.
I can't stop.
A million and one thoughts scrambled in my mind.
I've left every bridge burning.
This is our time.
Pretty girl this is when we will define the great line.
Everything is in our hands.
You are mine.
He puts it out there, the Schrödinger’s cat of invitations.
Now, I’m irritated. “I TOLD you I don’t have time for.. involvement.”
“But you have to eat - so eat with ME,” he shrugs. “You can build a friendship with someone and still have freedom.” His observation was casual, as though it were unrelated to anything between us. He seemed to have the intuition that I’d balk if pressed.
“You’re subversive.” I said. “Why me? There are prettier girls, more agreeable, fun girls. I feel like I’m on the edge here,” I look around to indicate the room, the environment, the university. “And I can be a complete as-hole.”
He looked a little offended, “You’re interesting, I like what I know about you and, yeah, we can all be as-holes - we’re in a pool of “A” types, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“What do you KNOW about me?” I ask.
“I’ve read some of your writings,” he looked thoughtful, “I may know a little about how you think, It’s unusual.. interesting.”
I’m shocked and I squirm, “You looked me up?”
“I looked you up.” he nodded, “to be sure you’re not an axe murderer.”
“How much did you read?” I asked, wheedling, my inner-writer engaging.
“Tell you at dinner - YOU name the date and time,” he smiled.
“My idea of “dinner” is walking to a dining hall, picking up a bag of food, bringing it back here and taking ten minutes to eat it between chapters,” I warned.
“I have a meal card,” he says, jiggling his student lanyard.
“We’ll see.” I said. “Have you talked to anyone else about my writing?”
“No,” he answered, “Why?”
“Please don’t, I have to think about it.” I say. As far as I know, no one I know in RL has read me - it’s an odd feeling - like maybe he got ahold of my diary. I haven’t worried over the fact that someone I’m in physical proximity to could look me up. That all this stuff is actually out there.
“Don’t think my misgivings can be cajoled away,” I say, “no more talking.”
He chucked but we got back to studying.
Society is a reason that has just ran cold,
Like the tempature I'm feeling never seems to get ahold,
The sadness lingers over and the beauty starts to fade,
When I saw all the negative on the news today,
The darkness that is surrounding me has found a new home,
Deep inside my brain it swells trying to kill the bold,
The new found confidence I had seems to have been old,
Like the old man with the cancer that has just got told,
I know he's still with me in my heart and in my soul,
but I just can't stand what this new year has to hold,
Will it be good for me, will I see,
All the positive, when will the demons stop to breathe?
There like vultures in my body, I can feel them feed,
All this happiness that I held, were they just a dream?
I've found a medicene that will kill the pain, of the hurt I share,
Your pain it scars me like a knife cutting threw the care,
The worry of this generation is not what it should be,
But I was left with a gift, I'm lucky too be me.
Can I be the light, In the darkness?
Can I bare the stake running threw your lungs,
Can I be the air that you breathe when the whole worlds died,
Can I be the tears in the midst of happiness you cried?
Please love me now and in return I'll make your life worth while,
and you won't know what is hurt, I'll heal your wounds and take you from your life,
Give you a new start and I'll set things right,
I see the innocense in a noose every single night,
I wish I could pick them off the rope so high,
What would drive them too that point,
I regret the days I spent,
Being so unhappy in the life I live,
I'm trying to be proud in a world where it's scarase,
Where children have no parents,
Where the government is only but single Tyrants,
So make my job easy and give me the knife,
That will kill these lunatics that crave the night,
That don't do whats right,
I will train in the darkness where I'm the only light,
I will rid the world of there parrell and strife.
Please god just save me tonight.
I thought to write about my High School Social Studies
book report. An uncomplicated short story about the
lives of two characters who like to take life the short and
easy way. I decided to write it as a narrative, showcasing
the simple characters as carefree drifters. Near the end,
the lives that they made easy, sadly turned complicated.
It's about George Milton and Lennie Small. The roaming
workers shared their dreams of being eventual farm
owners during the Depression Period. George was the
smaller and a bit learned of the two. Lennie was taller
and that made him oafish because of his limited wit.
Auburn, California, started their course across the state’s
harsh landscape from one ranch job to another. They
closed in on a job just outside the town of Soledad.
Stopping for a swim off the Salinas River, Lennie
gathered up delicate flowers. He is overwhelmed with
anything soft, fragile, and pretty. In his zealous nature,
he hugged it lovingly but much too tightly as they quickly
withered and died. George noted that oddity before, but
he thought it as being trifle to be of no concern. As they
prepared themselves before they arrived at the ranch, to
a slight degree, the witty George would be a money-saver
type, and Lennie's character with his notable oddity, is
simple-minded. Yet on their first day, Lennie strangled
Candy accidentally. She was the owner's son's pretty
wife. The rhetoric grew unstable for Lennie wherein
laid the guilt. George was forced to face some sort of
retribution with farmhands yakety-yak of a lynch mob
that would lead to a hanging. Left with that sad chapter,
George grabbed ahold of Lennie. At a secluded part
where no noise would be heard. George quickly closed
that chapter when he took out a pistol he found at the
farm and he shot Lennie as George fathomed money
to be his closing grace.
This is a story of an old couple who had no children of their own.
One day while the old woman was washing clothes at a nearby river, she saw a large rosy peach floating downstream.
She got ahold of it to give to the old man.
Yet, before he had a bite of it, the rosy peach burst open.
It had no large seed in it, but a baby boy.
The baby ate the peach and became very strong and healthy.
The old couple took care of him as he grew to be the strongest and healthiest baby in the whole countryside.
The old couple named him 'Momotaro', the Peach Boy, a secret kept only to themselves.
One day, Momotaro asked his mother, the old woman, to make him a bagful of 'kimi-dango', a Japanese millet dumpling, for him to take on a journey to Ogre's Island and take their treasure from them.
He left the couple with the kimi-dango bag tied to his waist.
He came upon a monkey who says to him, "Kia, Kia!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the monkey said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a pheasant who says, "Ken, Ken!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the pheasant said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a dog who says, "Bow, Wow, Wow!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the dog said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon Ogre Island where Momotaro reveals his plan.
The pheasant must flu over the castle gate and peck at the Ogre's, and the monkey must climb over the castle wall and pinch the Ogre's and the dog and I will break the bolt and the dog will bite the Ogre's and I will fight with the Ogre's.
A great battle then ensued.
"Kia, Kia!", "Ken, Ken!", "Bow Wow Wow!", was heard from sun to sun, ending with all the ogre's tied and the treasure was shared between the four.
Date: 06/16/2019
~ ((~ As I Ponder ~)) ~
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~ When before I was brought to know such
a day as this ... yes-once it weighed heavily
on me the thought; will it ever-come ...
yes and my pain, will it never-end? ~
~ While in the instance of my depression
I was unable to see the love of God well
within the waters, kind reflection; but
now; now through Him I have come to
behold and live to tell of the treasure
therein contained and abounding. Within
this joyous and ever humbling-divine day
for me of revelation, and so now; now-my-
joy-has-been-sustained. For when I am to
ponder the simple nature of His love in all
of its purity, and patient delights; visions
of these they skip across my mind from
time to time. As my eager-hand ... the
open-gesture, it moves to lay ahold
of the promise of another. ~
~ As this intention that I've picked up I carry
now and cast-briskly ... into the darkness of
the moist liquids, to land. As the-ripples gentle
gliding they come to move in freedom across
the vivid reflection, of this glassy-sheen, while
slowly they are brought to roll along evenly
with me-and-onward to-lay in peace-beside
the stillness; of the open-shores. As-swiftly my-
thoughts of God-and-life they move and-dance,
upon the-humble shallows deeper and-ever deeper
into the heart, of the waters ... and so my heart
here stands-in view of-this-and feeling fonder. ~
~ For-the tender ... thoughtful-kisses I give each
place here in my heart that abide-amid the presence
of Gods' perfect love, and-supreme-goodness; given-now-
for the many blessings that I see. Amid the glory of-His
many-other-wonders; I give my-heart again this-day; more-
time ... for the nature of their-open-beauty;
to-ponder. ~