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Bring your sin and the ugliness within
It’s all we bring: our part of the equation
But He quickens us to Christ
This Desire of every nation
The ingredients found in the preparation
Is the recipe for God’s vindication
It’s more than a metaphor
It’s an intimate union prepared by the Lord
And as we doubt and fall, sinking as did Peter
Let us cry out to our Overcomer and Leader
(And daily we need our Savior because of our behavior)
“Mein Körper und mein Blut” says Martin Luther
But it’s more than just elements
But we have faith (and sin we exchange)
For our development
(It’s a spiritual imbibing of Jesus Christ
Needed for the Christians ambling through this life)
Myriads and myriads of angels
Descending and ascending on Jacob’s Ladder
For periods and periods in eternal life
We will live this faith (with each other), and for our Master
(In closing hear the pastor’s call, to all)
The Law and The Gospel, they work in tandem
As the Old Testament handed the brush, the New Testament paints
This is our faith that’s not contrary to reason
And the reason for reason is The King of the saints
sun and rain
pleasure and pain
war and peace
love and the brain
the act of love
is a curious thing
it starts in the heart
with the eyes that sing
there is an exchange
between the two
a time set aside
for me and you
sipping tea adding glue
then the stories
and secrets are told
"what are you now
that your this many
years old?"
calling on the phone
going places together
giving each other hugs
writing sweet letters
then
that one thing happens
that turns things around
a hint of jealousy
makes a little sound
thoughts are suspicions
and eyes magnify
we hate competitions
and ask ourselves why
what we thought
was beautiful
was a doorway to hell
we should never
make heaven
in this world
sages tell
should we love in earnest
until they break our hearts
with each and every
new love
with the end
is how to start
And I lay myself down upon the lifeless patch to somehow contemplate
Looking at the darken Heaven before me… my darkness awaits
My personality has redefine me in an unrecognised absolution
Of my world, of The Ancients… who am I in definition?
It took me so long to find a place in my world as today
How I wonder, can my salvation be found anymore anyway?
And I took to the skies, beyond all of which that matters most
Is there anymore this one dream… I am to feel fairly as close}
My thoughts were left with dreams
Thinking of Ei-rian and of the forsaken words
What more is life of mine to mean?
Is my time not bestowed enough of the weird?
With memories channeling me always to the distance
My once life as Knight of the Word, I’m never to forget
Yet in relative to my mortality, I’m fuelled with reasons
To be doubtful in most every way for morrows to regret
Alkaiya whom now I’m free to love, but I cannot
For the greater good if ever to have exist if not at all
Battles of the mind, forever is another war be fought
I wonder if goodness in exchange is worth fighting for?
Rather to fear for Ei-rian then the laws of Heaven
Her casualness appalls me in ways indecipherable and unknown
If only memories have had its way to simply unlearn!
My guess would be either here or there, I will no longer be lone!
Where is real to really be considered reality?
Is everything an illusion, as well for love to feel?
Was there a yesterday as of today to have a moment?
Where is the time whence to know… I knew…
……………………………………………
Jane told me of the exchange they had with Derek, earlier that day--guess who showed up that night--hehe.
I told you guys, Jane's a talker, and that's how Clint got smarter.
Along with other fellow workers, that night there were two guys plus me, my opened hatchback doubled for Jane and her sister.
Three guys on a rolled-out garage floor, all having 100-proof shots of Tequila with no alcohol in sight, other than two yakety bartending sisters with three prisoners desperately seeking Ali to sting us like a bee.
The two guys had a particular interest be they of the single variety but poor boys should eat such an appropriate sandwich because young sister dearest hast stolen thy fullest moon and hast made it ecliptic to wallow over two foolish hearts a horizon's descend.
The two chose to stay knowing I was on the way to Carmel for that arranged night for tomorrow.
I had spoken with them earlier when they asked if they could hitch a ride back to San Francisco with me and Jane.
They both knew the guy who they caught a ride to get to Carmel and have a luncheon with Clint, had to make a quick return because he had to work that evening.
The other two guys wanted more of a timeout with Clint, hence, the three of us had full knowledge that our sleeping bags were needed in that makeshift garage slash--if one would call it that--and one of our wardens had pigtails.
Ex is gone
I am glad
I moved on
I am not sad
Ex is gone
I am content
I moved on
No resentment
Feeling excellent
Feeling exquisite
Exchanging smiles
For many miles
For many miles
For many, many miles
We were rivers apart
When you stole my heart
You tore me truly apart
but not this time…
but not this time…
but not this time…
Sometimes, I wish I was no more
Sometimes, I wish I can live a little more
I wish you were mine and so much more
I’m a hopeless romantic to the deepest core
There’s more happiness and hope in store
You’re the one I adore
I opened the corridor of my heart to you
I opened the windows of my mind for you
Not anymore…
You choked me with fake cheer
You choke me with so much fear
It appears I’m in tears..
As it truly, sincerely appears
The sky is maroon
We’ll see each other soon
But, you, never
And I’m feeling excellent
Exquisite…exchanging things so relevant
You are insignificant
You hurt me with ignorance and manipulations
I’m now in frustration in the aftermath of my abominations
I’m tested positive for being positive…
I’m no longer negative to your…let-die ways to live…
I hate you
Yet, I love you still
The things you put me through
Be still, yes, I will..
...The next day’s sun a posse brought.
By noon all the Anders Gang was shot,
Except for one, no longer there,
The path to their place, Sam had lain bare.
In exchange for this they let him go,
And give him on thousand in gold.
But he did not rush to spend the haul,
In fact he didn’t spend it, not at all.
Instead he rode to the home of Bud Fielding,
Where the poor Pitkin’s girl was recovering.
Fielding walked out, with his rifle drawn
“Ride on filth!”the good man warned.
But Sam he just held up his hands,
Saying,”I come here to kill no man.
I came here to, in some small way,
Make up for what happened that day.”
The girl limped out, her eyes afire
Chicago Sam then felt old, and tired.
He took his gold-pouch off his belt,
And at the feet of the girl it fell.
He said,”You remind me of a girl, back when
I was something of a better man.
That money won’t fix a shattered heart,
But at least you can make a new start.
“I do not expect you to forgive,
The things me and my comrades did.
But I’m here today to even the score,
For you and the memory of Glenore.”
The girl looked on through swollen eyes,
His purpose still, she did not realize.
He sighed and said to her,”I’m sorry.
That I ever caused you pain or worry.”
Those were the last words that he said,
Then he placed his pistol by his head.
Twas the only way to make good, he figured,
So he took a breath, then squeezed the trigger.
This is the first day, January 01, 2020. It will never pass this way again. Yet in far too many countries, it is being denied, threatened and abolished. Crowds of people have taken to the streets. Many females have been raped. Many freedom demonstrators have imprisoned, The have sacrificed their lives and exchanged it for honorable causes. They have been beaten and tortured in heinous ways. Which would even make Middle ages tortures smile. The Nazis would have smiled and continued their genocide of Jews, and others.
Yet these countries, which oppress their own people, tend to successfully spread it. To peace loving and freedom followers beyond their own boundaries.'
While the rest of the world witness it on television sharing it also on internet social media. These warmongers threatened other nations, who would like to become involved. Freedom is precious jewel. God created his people to be free! Man is involved in both oppression and annulation of his fellow members of the human race.
Freedom is a candle in the wind. It flickers and lingers. Than war lords blow the candle of freedom, justice, and liberty out! Freedom is call of desperation of multitudes of individuals'. "Be not deceived. God is not mocked. What ever a man sows, he will also reap." Yes, according to God Almighty, they will reap the bitter harvest. "What shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?" The Nero's, and the Nazis are burning in the bottomless pits of hell fire and brimstone. These modern and contemporizes will soon be joining them. It is
according to God, and not me!
What price freedom? Mankind's souls are imprisoned by dark forces. People do not war against flesh. They war against evil and principalities. They war against the forces of Satan and his demonic hoard. The only guaranteed freedom rest securely in the hands of the Son of Man and the Son of God. Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life of everlasting life.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
Now they’ve done it, this is real,
Trying hard my job to steal,
Why they’d want it no-one knows,
This frenzied pack of feeding crows.
Impeach for this, Impeach for that,
A sirens’ song that just falls flat,
They little know I planned the lot,
Goading Biden to this spot.
I may be brazen but I’m not dumb,
To simple traps I don’t succumb,
A life of deals, of double talk,
I choose the prey I want to stalk.
Let them rejoice, exchange high fives,
Parade on air flaunting their knives,
While all the time I’m hard at work,
Piling dirt on that servile clerk.
Six feet deep or even more
Is how I’ll settle this one score,
And then who’s left – two commie fools,
The one just blabbers, the other drools.
So bring it on, I wait with glee,
For all the world this show to see,
Four more years with me on top,
All their efforts one huge flop.
Two hearts beat as one,
Joined in love's sweet embrace,
Together they stand,
In this holy, sacred place.
The bride, radiant in her beauty and grace,
The groom, handsome and strong,
Filled with love and a smiling face.
Their love, like a rose in bloom,
Fragrant and full of life,
As they exchange their vows,
Their hearts fill with delight.
The rings, symbols of their love,
A promise to never part,
As they embark on this journey,
With love in their hearts.
May their love grow stronger each day,
Through the joys and the strife,
May their bond never falter,
As they journey through life.
Congratulations to the newlyweds,
May your love forever shine bright,
May you cherish each other always,
As you walk hand in hand, in life.
Last night...
I dreamed of a puzzle with too many pieces,
A heart with too little love, and a life with too little time
Then, I laid my sorrow in the grass
An offering of nightmares in exchange for hope
I wept...He smiled
And from my pallet of darkness,
He painted the sun in an orange morning sky,
Bursting through the trees into a burning heart of gratitude
I was renewed, reborn into a new day of grace...of mercy
I cannot escape this relentless love,
I cannot fathom its depth or beauty,
I can only embrace the unspeakable secrets that penetrate my deep shadows
Like light exploding through cracks in the soul,
It consumes my night and illumines my way!