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Sermon From Mt Everest

I used to sleep with depression and kiss shame on the cheek
Trying to run from all the lies, but myself was chasing me
I was drowning from all that I cried but let me tell you what one of HIS tears did for me
But, first I must rewind to my past where my thoughts were slowly choking me
I even circled a couple of dates with no lady R.I.P.
Fast forward in one months time I'm totally free, compared to about 28 years of new age slavery
I was chained to regret, opinions, debt, social media, threats, fear, pride, and of course selfishness
Alcohol got me too, I was thirsty but never quenched
In stress I was drenched
Then my speech that was meant for life became a toxic poison, so please, please, please, excuse my french
And I'm spite of getting drunk off my own self indulgence
HE still chose me as well as all of you ladies and gents
HE took my life and erased it clean, giving me a new genesis, in His love I am redeemed
I deserve absolutely nothing but in Him I have more than everything
So I preach the sermon of my testimony to all who are listening
I no longer live the life I used to breathe
I was speeding towards death, hanging myself where He died for me, and took His last earthly breath
So, He sent me a reminder text
I am next
To still waters, a firm Oak Tree
And one by one He removed the nails of persecution from my being
Therefore I sing a praise of Hallelujah and hear the voices of angels echoing
Oh what a joy it is too walk with Jesus again, my strength is planted in His roots like osmosis
He lit candles around the past of my diagnosis
So I could forever smell the scent of victory
One thing about my God, He never stops working
Over time it's something we all see, so I encourage you to sell Him first and often
I now remain present in His presence, humbling myself and emptying out all of the world I still hold
Multiplied two fold I repent
With freedom I am chained to the love of His new covenant
No matter the cross before me I remain faithfully obedient
Knowing one day all will proclaim HIM as Lord in Jesus Name
So, if you ask me what God has done in my life, these are the words I will sing
As He continues to deliver you and me
p.s. and I'ma shout it from the roof tops, better yet a mountain just in case you were wondering...
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Coup D Etat

SILENCE SURROUNDED ME CARRYING ONLY 
DATA FROM SPECIAL FORCES I'D RELEASED 
MY SOUL BEFORE THEE ENTRY MY THOUGHTS 
COVERED IN SURVIVAL SKILL
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME 

AN YET THERE WAS NO WAY OF SURVIVING 
THEE ULTIMATE ASSASINATION THREAT 
THAT BESTOWED ME UPON THIS DAY
CAREFULLY PLANNED I MUST SAY 
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME

ASSAULT RIFLES LEANING AGAINST 
THE COMPLEX WALLS FRIENDS AND FOE 
GATHERED FROM BERLIN TO BERUIT  
A SINGLE SHOT MOUNTED
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME 

OVER MY TEMPORAL LOBE BACK UP 
CLEAVERLY PLANTED ABOVE MY FRONTAL LOBE
AN ANGEL GABRIELLE WEARING A PASTEL ROBE
THE JEST OF DEATH IS WHAT I PROPOSED
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME 

ON THIS FINE DAY THE SUN BEAMED BRIGHTLY
OF LEFT OVER AUTUMN HINTS OF INDIAN SUMMER 
GREENWICH BESEECHED MY WITHERED SOUL 
CARDINIAL NUNNS RABI'S INSISTED WHITE CLOTH
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME 

TAMPERED WITHIN AN INFALLIBLE HUSH 
WHEN ALL I EMPLOYED WAS A TANGLIBLE SCREAM 
I SO DESPERATELY COVENANT THOUGH OUT DI VATICAN
A KNIGHTS OWN SPHERE OVER LOOKING MORTALITY
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME
 
THE HAMPTONS CAMEBRIDGE IN VIEW A SIGHING COO
WE'D MASTERED TRUTH AND FAILED AT LAUGHTER 
CREATING A MELANCHOLY SOLACE WHY CENTERED 
BENEATH A PAIR OF BLOOD SOAKED BAILEY'S
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME 

EMPTY AN YET OVER FLOWING WITH BITTER FRET
CONFUSION WRATH A SORTED BIAS TO THE NOTION 
THAT FROM NOW ON EVERY SINGLE DAY WOULD BE 
NOVEMBER TWENTY SECOND NINETEEN SIXTY THREE 
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME

THE DAY SHAMROCKS WELPT OVER ST PATRICKS CATHEDRAL 
THAT FINE DAY CAMELOT SLEPT IN NEVER READING 
THE MORNING PAPER LEFT FOREVER DANGLING UPON
AN UNDIVIDED GRASSY KNOLL HENCE THE SAME
SIMPLY DONE BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US REST

March 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 1-4

Key Verse– Joshua 1: 13 Remember the word which Moses the servant of the LORD commanded you, saying, The LORD your God hath given you rest, and hath given you this land.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US REST	

Praise be to God for giving us rest along with:
Great courage by His governing Word
Gracious strength in His goading waking-up
Good success along His guiding wisdom 
Generous resources through His girding ways 
Glorious victory upon His granting worth

Joshua 2:11 Praise be to the Lord for
He is our God Who is:
Almighty in His sovereignty
Amazing in His salvation
Absolute in His standards
Awesome in His satisfaction
Affirmative in His Scriptures

Joshua 3:5 Praise be to the Saviour 
Who is doing wonders in our lives as He:
Meets our needs with His compassion
Molds our service with His care
Moves our commitment with His cheerfulness
Ministers to our spirituality with His covenant
Matures our faith with His concern.

Joshua 4:24 Praise be to the Creator 
and Our Master Whose hand is mighty:
Commanding us with His power
Carrying us along His purpose
Changing us by His precepts
Challenging us toward His perfection
Comforting us around His peace. Amen!

March 10, 2024

Ice Say Water We Dew Wing To Planet Earth

Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?

Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect

courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape

that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats 
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we

signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...

basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,

eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization

kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,

she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom

fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.

Belated Morn (DHR)

—What Time Takes Before We Wake—



I deemed a life a province ruled by clock,
that every loss must cross some final door,
and what the dark withheld was yielded back as morn;
I trusted memory to enshrine my name,
whilst years, beneath the liturgy of body,
wrought their unheralded dominion into silence.

Yet age doth enter not with trumpet, but with silence;
it filches, grain by grain, the sovereignty of clock,
until some kingdom forfeited within the body
hath crossed, ere we perceive it, through an unseen door;
the face still answers to the summons of its name,
whilst gold, unknowing, crowns the counterfeit of morn.

There are departures indistinguishable from morn,
for naught in the bright air proclaims silence;
the heart yet keeps its covenant with its name,
the pulse performs its ancient office beneath the clock,
and yesterday seems safely sealed behind its door,
though something hath already altered in the body.

Then did I learn: the future is within the body,
not as tomorrow, but as the treachery of morn;
each year conducts some former self beyond a door,
and what we call forgetting is but deepening silence,
whilst time, like some invisible sexton, winds the clock,
until even loss grows strange beneath its own name.

Wherefore I feared not chiefly the extinction of a name,
but that time should revise its scripture in the body;
for time doth not merely travel onward with the clock—
it bears us hence, though every day resemble morn,
and leaves no footprint save its consecrated silence,
whilst we, poor witnesses, enquire what lies beyond the door.

Now September comes; I keep no vigil at the door.
Let former hours depart and take their borrowed name;
let what must dwindle dwindle into silence;
let time fulfil its austere workmanship upon the body.
For waking is not finding some imperishable morn,
but hearing, ere we knew it, what was ticking in the clock.

The door knows my name; silence inhabits the body;
the last morn comes unbidden—the clock has ceased.
And I, who feared the silence, find the door within the name.
Form: Sestina


Premium Member Visiting Burr Oaks Cemetery

Hand in hand I'd remember a sultry dance 
that gather autumn leaves surrounding 
the balance between here and now 
while fashions sway in a temptress breeze 
beyond the craving thoughts that mingles 

throughout a mindless maze words become 
tokens of grains of sand while laughter bounce 
off cemetery walls awakening sorrow above 
slab stone fencing catering to a calming purgatory
quieted by jaded hymns and silent whispers 

being carefully covenant above the cities shorelines 
as abandoned depris of poshed plageristic values 
tinged with forgotten anger amidst the tainted hints 
of torn angels wing blowing desperately about 
heavens sphere why covered in weather and waste 

moss and mace blueprints lay an awakening map of lots 
and busted up burial plots as my heart dangles behind my soul

Premium Member Lord, I Entrust Myself To You

My Lord, I entrust myself to You…
Praising You for Your loving kindness
Saving me from hell, granting me eternal life’s greatness;
Keep me acknowledging Your graciousness.

I entrust to You my soul, my God…
Thanking You for Your sanctification daily
Cleansing me from my unrighteousness fully;
Keep me forsaking my sins with Your help totally.

My Saviour, to You do I entrust my faith…
Submitting to You my dedication
As You work for my restoration;
Keep me yielding to Your direction.

To You, my Father, do I entrust my heart…
Esteeming You as I am Thine
Striving never to depart from Your design;
Keep me obeying Your will, perfectly divine.

My Master, I entrust to You my commitment…
Pledging my fidelity to our covenant together
While You promise me Your care forever;
Keep me cleaving to You against doubts that bother. 

*Deuteronomy 13:4 Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.

June 13, 2019

Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive Timelessness

Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness

Analogous to mobius strip -
     measured passage of existence
     only took precedence
     with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
     the figurative pedestal
     presiding over domain,
     sans Earthly covenant

a bajillion ago,
     where fits and starts
     pitted proto humans
     at no immediate advantage,
     yet merely, thru
     dint of accidental
     happenstance ever so
     imperceptibly amassed dominion

     over every other species
     as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
     anthropological 
     evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
     and/or pullulations arisen by
     spontaneous circumstantial grant

ting quasi consciously
     coalescing into brutish
     deliberated focused intent,
where forethought 
     coopted indiscriminate
     chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
     baby buggy bumpers

     activated, aggrandized, and
     allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
     i.e. hierarchical designation
     present day primate
     predecessors practiced negligible
     notched nimbleness orchestrated
     (equal parts gall and genetic

     giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
     survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
     manifesting, outflanking,
     and proffering 
     quintessential urgent

biological scrim quietly testing,
     and wrestling, whence yen
     (to secure rootedness)
     zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
     to adapt adroit edge
     pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
 
     grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
     upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
     falling into abyss
     of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
     such as a primitive sledge

hammer instinctively
     resigning animal instinct
     death be not proud not
     before inculcating
     survivalist tactical wedge.

Wallop When

Sear my heart, O rampant rage!
Simmer deep within!
Scour, devour this rusty cage!
What it takes to win...

As below, thus up above?
Not in this fair world.
Raptor hawk, guard well the dove?
Dead man's fingers curled...

Golden sparks to signal?
Attention that will get!
O prospectors, pill or pall?
Does it pay to fret?

No! Indeed not, my wild child!
Red run reconciled?
Crocodile in Nile beguiled?
Doubt and dismay dialed.

Tiled like floors in ancient tower?
Which architect planned?
Nightshade, is thy milk a-sour?
Blighted by the banned.

Is the ocean welling up?
Where the wound began?
Ark of Covenant, thy cup!
Revenant, how you ran!

Mutilation! Mutiny!
Murder in the streets!
Something lurking we can't see?
Have you seen the beats?

Reservations kept for six?
Bring thy crucifix.
Sullen heat out in the sticks?
Candles without wicks.

Fix it up, O soldiers!
We really must make do.
He who survives, first deters!
Ask the wallop hoo...
Form: Rhyme

Stormy Fray

My Child, 
I Need You to Realize, When the Storms of Life Threaten Security
Like A Predator Stalking it's Prey
Unpredictable Devastation May Occur
But Storms are not Here to Stay
When Peace is Plundered,  Security Shattered In Disarray
Scattered and Tossed In The Tornadic Stormy Rapture
To Redirect, To Renew, To Wash Away Decay
I Offer You A Parasol of Faith for the Rainy Days
It May not Hold Up Against Strong Winds
But It Will Shelter Hope, Like Elder Folks Often Say; 
"The Storm May Rage for A Season, but It Isn't Here to Stay".
Storms are Necessary Obstacles Strategically Placed in Our Way
Wetting Stones Planted Props For Life's Orchestrated Ballet
Restless Child, I Know You Long to Run Wild Outside, Tumble, Scream  and Play
But  Rain Is Wet For Both Meek And Wise, The Weather Forbids  Today! 
When The Tempest Rage, Thunder Bellows the Jagged Bolts of Light Display
Selfish, Careless, Ungrateful Vices of Your Inner Judas 
Ourselves We Oft Sabotage, Ourselves We Oft Betray
Storms Amidst to Keep Us Alert,  Fragility of Our Frames Becomes Primal Concern
Gather Around, Clutched Hands on Bended Knees To Pray
Falsehood, Crookedness, Cultivated Resentments Designed to Separate and Lead Innocent Souls Astray
Come Oh Come Stormy Winds, Drive the Filth Away!
Shambled Communities Crippled By Storm Devastated Debris, 
Weather Beaten Mothers Drenched In Sullen Dismay
Overcoming Rubbles, Barely, With  Tear Streaked Faces
Vulnerability on Nude Display, 
Forlorn and Haggard, Denying Defeat, Just Another Leak To Keep Her Focus and Grounded on Her Feet, To Nurture and Comfort Innocence  Who Will One Day Lead the Way
Let Not your Confidence Be Swayed
The Winds Will Calm
The Rains Will Cease
The Covenant Renewed, Gifting Hope and A Stormless Day!

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