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We are assured we should not fear.
Our loving Lord is always near.
Keep your hearts set on the Son,
Share His love with everyone.
Look forward to when He will be here.
Many are the paths that we must tread
In trying to do what He has said.
“Go therefore into the world,
Baptize every boy and girl.”
Follow the direction He has led.
Once again I say be not afraid.
Our price into heaven’s already been paid.
Hear the shepherd call us in
Our job is now to help begin
To gather every sheep that might have strayed.
Get into your boats!
Why do we fear our getting wet?
Move forward in hope!
We should all cast out our nets
Into the deep.
He’s still out there
Sinister whisper
Her confidant nods
Eyes masked, body language shut
It is almost closing time
I wonder about this
The bag boy packs up my groceries
Unconcerned, about seventeen
Perhaps did not hear
More likely on his way to the back
A hand-held electronic game might be waiting
I glance at the whisperers.
Are they frightened? Intrigued? Flattered?
Do I have need to worry? I glance around.
Any adult males here or tough-looking older females?
Is it safe to walk to my car in the dark?
Is Jack the Ripper waiting?
Are these young girls safe?
What about the bag boy?
Maybe this is his enemy.
I get into my car swiftly and lock the doors.
My heart is racing.
Someone puts a noose around my neck
from the backseat….
Faster than two ducks
slick on the street or what
Wet on the Street or what
wet tires on a motor
Mothers on a motor
the street or what
up the come up
in up nothing hoe
in all done up
hoe says she wants to be my friend
I love that hoe too.
Help with the difference
help me understand
If there was one
day I remember
more than others
is the day of mothers
and valentines
Battle lines, battles lost
Battles the Boss
Battle Eccentric
I like to interprut
I like to get into it
rubber nuts
burning rubber up the gut
the main street gets smoked up
big thrasher what are they after
the green light
At the Factor
In the Clean Night
The road is wet and Ive
I lost my sight
I cant fight the speed
Its Heavy Baby
two tons of Gravy
Suicidal and homicidal Behavious
Hit the Gas cause
the breaks will save her x2
She aint late she,
Be there Later, riding
street in squat reliefit dont knock its a beast
It just Knocks the street
It’s whispers.
Can you hear them?
I don’t want to,
but they force me to.
Sitting in an empty room,
with no one—
just a cigarette in my hand.
Every time it touches my lips,
it kills me
and makes me want to avoid it—
I know that cigarette is not good for me,
but I like doing something
I know is going to kill me.
But he likes that I do that—
killing myself, he whispered to me,
saying, “Can we switch places?”
I said, “How can I get into the wall?
You are a shadow.”
But how…
I was talking to a shadow
in a room
completely empty and dark.
The whispers say to me:
“Look at me.
Look at the darkness,
and feel both sides of it
that you don’t think exist.”
I thought something was wrong.
I kept hearing him
until he said:
“Come closer…
to someone else in the room,
because my name isn’t dead.”
When I turned on the light,
I saw nothing
but my shadow dancing in front of me,
my body frozen, watching.
And when I looked back,
something was coming out of the wall
with a cigarette,
saying to me:
“I like doing something
I know is going to kill me."
I've dabbled in the written word
Fighting to be heard
Sharing my pain for years
Doing my best to hide my tears
The days in a dark haze
Mired in malicious malaise
But hey, I'm still alive
And boy do I strive
To get beyond all of that
So I trimmed the fat
I found ways to get into trouble
Some things should have stayed in the thought bubble
But I put on the brakes
And learned from my mistakes
And I've bled for my creed
And it gave birth to a seed
That if I could temporarily cope
I'd eventually find hope
And recover from the fights
And the lonely nights
It's hard to articulate I was mentally unwell
But perhaps it's best not to dwell
So here I do tell I'm ascending ever higher
And in my heart is a fire
Knowing tomorrow
I'll be free of this sorrow
Word after word you've all seen it all
How I had no choice but to fall
But see I heeded the call
And now I assuredly stand tall
And though I'm a troublemaker
I'm also a subtle faker
I never learned how to properly write
Even if my words burn bright
Indubitably immaculately intelligent
I'm in Hell again
But this time I'm just passing by
To show me why
I went through it to make myself better
No longer chained to the debtor
For my debts are paid
And my future is made
So I've dabbled in the written word
But no longer fighting to be heard
I always wonder, when a car drives past,
Where they are going, how long the journey will last.
Or who they are, the life they have had,
What memories they’ve had, both happy and sad.
I walk the main road, in the dead of night,
With streetlights oozing, their burnt orange light.
The car goes by, with headlights beaming,
A xenon light, bright white and gleaming.
It rolls on by, and into the dark,
To show bright red light, on passing trees bark.
Then it will appear, in my interested head,
Why the person is driving, and not in bed.
Why the person drives, on the lonely blue night,
Why comfort kisses them, through dashboard light.
I get into my bed, feeling some ease,
That people are awake, through the moment they seize.
V- iolence found in the hand of one who claims
“I- must be god!”
O- watch your back when you think you can attack the
L- iving God.
E- veryone will bend. You drop to your knees, loudly weeping.
N- ettles of your own making. Would that you
C- all out to Jesus, who can free you from
E- ternal damnation. This is a clear warning. Change direction.
10/26/2021
And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force. Matthew 11:12 NKJV
Benson commentary from biblehub.com:
The spirits of men are so excited and animated by a desire after this kingdom, that it is, as it were, attacked like a besieged city, men of all sorts pressing to get into it, with a violence like that of men who are taking a place by storm. As if he had said, “Multitudes are flocking around me, to be instructed in the nature of my kingdom; and some, who were formerly of most licentious characters, and looked upon as utterly unfit to be subjects of the Messiah’s kingdom, are resolutely set on enjoying the blessings of it.”
Knock, knock who is it,
The bill collector is at the door
He keeps on coming back for more
Knock, knock I can't open the door
He keeps on threatening me even more
Knock, knock I can't take this anymore
The bill collector keeps knocking at the door
Knock, knock go away
Why do you choose to stay
It's not like I don't want to pay
I just haven't much to give a way
I don't wish to delay, I want to repay
Why can't you wait till payday
Knock, knock the Bailiffs at the door
He keeps on banging down the door
I can't take this harassment anymore
It's like he provoking war
Knock,knock I need to escape through the back door
Before we get into an argumentative war
Whereby I am on the floor
Asking him not to harass me anymore
Knock, Knock who is it ,the Bailiffs at the door
I wont knock you to the floor
But I will be back for more.
The road to Rio ran his every day
Aerobic fitness was his daily way
The lactic acid ate his muscle mass,
but soon the aching pains began to pass
The win reward a fine line to the tape
He fought the fight to get into best shape
He made his time to take him to the start,
to peak his strength and win the race an art
Just five circles his only dream tattoo,
or maybe under forty three will do
A gold the prize for him, a life reward
it looked so easy, Wayde’s new world record
He lived the dream a life in golden hope,
but ductile gold a sweet success tightrope
-A tribute to Wayde van Niekerk’s new world record in the 400m almost breaking 43 s yesterday. The record was held by Michael Johnson and was 16 years old-
The days of being small in size came back to me
After growing up to be six feet three
I could always get away with so much as a child
From being sweet or sometimes wild
I remember doing things as a little boy
Simple things that brought me joy
From treehouses to homemade skates
When the school bell rang, I couldn't wait
Home, I went, excited to be free
I remember the time, shortly after three
My pals and I were out on parole
To get into mischief was our number one goal
Off to the treehouse with all of my friends
Pedaling hard with my worn-out Schwinn
The simple life is carefree with no worry
Supper time was later, so there was no need to hurry
Avoiding my brothers was a thing of joy
Preventing the company of girls was our hardest ploy
At thirteen, the girls started catching my eye
Teenage romance- I gave it a try
I went from carrying lunchboxes to holding hands
The right thing to do as a young, available man
Playing music and hanging out together
Or just carefree thoughts about whatever
The next thing I knew, it was military time
Not enlisting never entered my mind
Off I went to see the world
Leaving behind this beautiful girl
I served my time and went back home
The girl I left behind didn't wait too long
We did love each other in an adolescent way
I still think of her, even today
As the timepiece keeps circling, thoughts disappear
How nice it is to remember those wonderful years.
Wilapics Art
2025