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By faith we can kiss the feet that wore the shoes that the latches we are unworthy to loose leave our burdens with thanksgiving sweetly cry ~By faith we can reach up to the nail scarred hands that led the blind man out of town in the way keep looking up to the eyes that wipe away all tears ~By faith receiving His love with and without fears it is written love Him He will lead in the most excellent way living to die dying to live it is by His strength we stand ~By faith we can lean upon Jesus' bosom with listening ears hearing the heart beat of God the small voice saying the Love of God shall never die ~By faith waiting for the horses they fly Lord Jesus the one leadeth with staff and rod the fruitful bow that forever blossom's ~By faith as Jesus heals the blind man looking at His face the blind man looking around saw every man clearly Love is of God we must not from their lovely faces hide ~By love our brothers and sisters we have seen so dearly the brother we have seen on the street stumbling by the knowledge of His saving grace for whom Our saviour died ~By grace of the Lord Jesus in the morrows by and by be that pure and perfect lovely Bride "Who is my mother, or brethren." Jesus said we can By Faith
Though I am but a Janitor
Roger White
A dim yellow light filters the tiny room with shadow and pale glow.
In a bucket - trickle, splash, whirl, woosh, trickle.
The door groans and quietly latches. Wheels squeak, rubber soles shuffle slowly on tile floor.
A little lost, a little lonely, yet content in his solitude, the janitor leads on into another night.
A sigh passes from his chest, his lips curl into a smile. Through his ear bud, faintly audible,
he hears – And at the end of three, the visiting Cubs lead the Cardinals four to one.
Night is a time to put chaos to rest. And so, the work begins.
Soiled floors regain luster. Grime and dust are wiped away. The back strains to empty bags of
garbage and linen. The stale carpets turn floral in fragrance.
Lunch break, what’s the score? A voice familiar to the city announces - In the middle of the
seventh inning, the Cubs now lead the Cardinals seven to three. Crumbs from a bologna and
cheese sandwich and a bag of chips are scooped off the table and tossed in the waste bin. A
few swigs from a bottle of sweet tea and it’s back to work.
Night is a time for inner happiness. So as he returns to his chores - he remembers.
I could throw a pretty mean slider in my day, better than that rookie hurling for the Cubs.
Man, those were the days, but it didn’t happen. The Army was an adventure - saw some
world, didn’t like a lot of it. The factory was a living, that was all. The little woman and the
kids were my joy in life. She’s gone now and the kids are grown and moved away. I have this
job, my nights, my solitude, no chaos, plenty of happiness, and my Cubs. The night wears on.
The alarm on the phone chimes – shift is over. As he leaves the building, a sigh of relief passes
from his chest. Sunrise will bring the chaos of the day, but he will sleep through it.
Through his ear bud, faintly audible – It was a good night for the Cubs on the road, let’s recap
their nine to three win over the Cardinals earlier tonight. His lips curl into a smile.
And he considers - though I am but a janitor, no happier could I be.
The Dilettante Diaries: "The Bumble Bee Big Blue Sky Boston Two Step on Love Street"
She said, "Pffft Bumble Bees Rule,
No Bees, no World
Shy Little Hearts
Big power
freedom wings
realised
dreams into reality
unfurls
Who’s to write that story?
She’s just a girl
In a Boston Two Step World"
He said, "Stung, once bitten twice shy..."
She said, "The Devil’s in the Details -
the real deal is swallowing
“The Whole Beautiful”
Big Blue Sky
and opening mouths
tongues speak
transfer a lush kiss
shared wealth
Icarus flies out
Sun in his mouth -
It's a sinch..."
He said, "Lady Bird! Lady Bird!
Your House is on Fire!"
She said, "Long ago maybe,
the Empire now strong in unified minds
unfurls to The Town Crier
A new Kingdom
Love
Power
rising higher and higher
Ok tiger, maybe a spark now,
Not yet into bonfire"
For a Woman
that once was a
Butter would melt
in mouth Girl
dreaming unreachable
bigger blue skies
She irreverently
turns keys
in hearts
A Fire opens latches
Lacquered Chinese
puzzle boxed
pheromone trials
and strange
very odd matches
Carniolan whispers, “Bring it on”
She now smiles
and captures...
Judges 14 buzzzing bees 8
Air thick with flying honey
All Along the Watch Tower
She opens the Gate
Hendrix’s Bumble Bees speak,
in hushed reverent
unified tone,
"It’s never too late..."
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1.
https://genius.com/The-jimi-hendrix-experience-all-along-the-watchtower-lyrics
2.
"If the doorbell rang in her apartment, she would say, 'What fresh hell can this be?' — and it wasn't funny; she meant it." You might as well live: the life and times of Dorothy Parker...
3.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icarus
4. hmmm, interesting, ah that Dark Bee...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carniolan_honey_bee
5.
Secret "Bee Spell", a riddle, inserted into this Chinese Puzzle Box. Much Love, LUX VITAE x
The Blue Stones/Be My Fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znOA3xCtHfk
Laying in the bed beside you, early morning light,
cascades into the window banishing all signs of
night,
your sleeping frame presents to me an appetizing
sight, I'll wake you up as only I can do, with sheer
delight.
You're underneath the comforter because of
morning chill, I gently ease it off prepared to give you
more than thrills,
your sexy thighs define mine eyes they're slightly
parted still, I drape your legs across my shoulders,
zero movement; nill.
My face descends your waist I breathe in deep your
sweet'ning air, the peaches that I plan to eat secrete
a sweet'ning flair,
that trickles just a little we can race, I'll meet you
there, my tongue becomes The One like Neo
leaping through the air.
The 1st lick stirs your body lightly, is this just a
dream? Your womanhood's dessert I'm talkin
peaches AND the cream,
which seemingly's inviting me to your forbidden
seams, you moan and then it's quiet, I call THAT a
silent scream.
The shock is wearing off and now the sound starts
coming out, your legs are softly tremb'ling as my
tongue moves all about,
like surgery most certainly but this aint nip and tuck, I
introduce my special skill, I call it 'lick and suck'.
This means that simultan'eously my tongue as well
as lips, are working hard in tandem to dismantle
your defense,
just like a potent passing game I'm rackin up the
yards, I throw to 2 receivers that'll make you scream
for God.
See now that's what you're doing as we're entering
that stretch, the sun is shining bright outside and yet
you're soaking wet,
sook sookie not a rooke status labels me a vet, I
spell the alphabet which makes you gush all on my
neck.
I latch on like a newborn baby latches on to feed,
you're sudd'nly strong as 20 men, I guess that's it
indeed,
you look at me astoundingly not knowing what to do,
I wink an eye and wipe my mouth, good morning to
you too.
My inner world is dark beyond measure
Crashing waves
(Crashing waves)
It’s hard to breathe when the water’s up to your neck.
Odds acting against me
Increase the pressure
Endless days
(Endless days)
Copacetic on the outs but inside I’m a wreck.
I scar my face with a smile
So nobody questions me but
This pain
It is determined…
It sits, it waits in silence…
It latches on, distorting truth.
Planted somewhere inside your head
All the thoughts you wish were true
Never further from the truth
Yet you still think my smile is bulletproof.
Something says I can change
That it isn’t too late…
Stitches take time to heal
But there’s fresh skin underneath
Shiny, pink scars
(Shiny, pink scars)
Harder than before
(Harder than before)
Determined, I fall
I fall
(I fall)
But I rebound with the vitality of a rabbit
Who doesn’t want to die
Before he leaves a lesson
So that someone else can try
To find an answer for the medicine
Curing heartache’s lie
Planted somewhere inside your head
All the thoughts you wish were true
Never further from the truth
Yet you still think my smile is bulletproof.
And we bow our heads
We walk, do we walk alone?
I slipped, but caught a hand
From a face I didn’t recognize
Then caught a feeling so familiar
I swore I’d seen those eyes before
I wasn’t supposed to walk alone,
If I don’t have you beside me
At least I have your shadow
And every stranger on my way here
Left me feeling alone so,
I shared with them a lie
Coming from my face
Through conventionality’s eye
Every step will bring you closer
Don’t give up before you try.
Planted somewhere inside your head
All the thoughts you wish were true
Never further from the truth
Yet you still think my smile is bulletproof.
I confronted the ocean,
the moon hanging low.
I scowled at the sea,
the Breeze processing below.
The calming hints of the ocean welcome me.
The ocean breeze quieted the trees to rest.
Also, it exquisitely drew my sleep before dawn.
The terrible dew seemed to stick around.
The roar of the waves rose,
showing Pine Tree State love.
My heartbeat seems to be sharp,
and that I relish smelling the sea.
If my lips shift to wet with dew,
My face is loaded up with bliss.
It resembles the universe of blue mist blending.
Light-Haired young woman Scented Wear
It resembles a white wedding dress.
She, at last, found a darling.
Sparrows tell from its casing of reference.
I murmured at the water, as well.
In a doomed, confusing dream
Concur with all little bit of it,
within the focus of adoration...
I detected the death of the evil.
Tune in the latches.
She commends me, as well:
The Illusion is Runs Down.
Ecstatic waves threw the crowd on the love rhyme.
Kindly do no matter what it returns, not pivot.
She aforesaid Your breath ought to not fall;
send your waves within the blue of the sky.
Similar to ocean birds,
the ringings your full breath.
Flavored with the smell of the ocean
Indeed, even to accept the ample space.
during this meeting, Combine these layers as one,
Of white fogs and blue beams,
It's a splendid light, as well,
The Savage of Youth Considers the sea,
Accept joy in a rattling event,
With him or excluding riding his extreme aversion.
Be a craftsman or a writer; however,
on the other side, a darling,
don't relinquish Until Death.
Or, on the opposite hand,
the expert of a ship mariner.
He's not terrified of the dull.
Hatred walking tall in the streets
of the hearts of our
GENERATIONS
Blood spilled painting the
ground red
Making the evil not to feel bad
but as VIPs Phela they now are
walking on the red carpet
The cries shed turning into
the welcoming melody as
they enter the gates of hell
Drowning the happiness of this
world into a very deep well
The money gave birth to
uMUVHANGO
That constructed hell on earth
The burning flames of
greediness
burnt families down to ashes
when death knocks at your door
it breaks down all the latches
It doesn't matter which rout it
took
it can come via your relatives
your blood can one day be a
catalyst
to speed up the witchcraft
reaction
as to give birth to wealthiness
I feel THE NEED to set free my
fears
and let them walk tall in the
streets
of your minds with flyers
proposing unity
Let's all stand up in search of
dignity
How I long to live life vividly
In your heart as hatred intrude
on your knees fall like you just
had a heart attack but in your
prayers
Include also the victims in his
list
The soil swallowed the souls
of THE YOUNG AND THE
RESTLESS
The brave ones that stood up,
ducked and sucked bullets
Into their bodies for our
freedom
with nothing but stones in their
hands
The freedom implanted laziness
and greediness in today's youth
we are not xerophytes,
we can't survive in this dry land
we need to fight
your journey has brought you
into
this very dark life you are in
Wake up your mind, open up
your eyes
there is hell and there is heaven
you are at the junction, make
yur choice
The right choice will give you
honor
But the wrong turn leads you to
horror
The Carrion Crow
Crows abound in the
neighborhood and around the
yard. Often in early morning a
great, noisy caw-fest occurs.
A carrion crow
sat on an oak, fol de rid-
dle, lol de riddle…
Only tiny oaks sprout here and
there, as planted by industrious
blue jays. Crows sit in the
neighbors' incense cedar,
redwoods and other
miscellaneous, unlooked-after
bushes.
Watching a taylor
Shape his cloak; Sing heigh-ho
the
carrion crow, fol…
Crows are very smart, it's
known. They can pick latches,
love to collect small shiny
objects and are good thieves.
Wife bring me my old,
bent bow, fol de riddle, lol
De riddle, hi ding…
Crows in this neighborhood are
urban crows. It may be this
makes them smarter than their
country cousins. Nevertheless
they are well nourished and
sleek for living on the city
streets.
That I may shoot
Yon carrion crow; sing heigh-
Ho, the carrion…
Crows often crack a walnut by
dropping it repeatedly from a
street light standard. There's
an instance in town where a
house down-spout was clogged
with too many shells. A crow or
crows opened nuts while on the
roof.
The Taylor he shot
And missed his mark, fol de
rid-
dle, lol de riddle…
A crow across town enjoyed a
left-over, smashed-flat-in-a-
parking lot, bag of French-fry
and hamburger leavings; held
the paper down with a foot and
picked it clean.
And shot his old sow
Quite through the heart; sing
heigh-ho
The carrion crow,
Fol-de-riddle, lol de riddle, hi
ding do.
Wife bring brandy—in
A spoon for our old sow is
In a swoon! Heigh-ho…
~
The stones were many,
though still he climbed,
dismantling the mortar crusted wall,
leaving rubble in his wake
as he made his way to the top
Breathless, this world beyond
the border clung to its silence,
imprisoned by apprehension tightly
binding a heart fearful of opening,
like a clay jar of secrets,
brittle but sealed tightly
in the deepest cavern
of temptation
locks fastened as he
descended the other side slowly
taking in his surroundings
In the distance he could hear
the defined thud of the bolt
sliding snuggly into its chamber,
the click of assorted latches
in brassplate and silver
midst echoed sighs contemplating
wished for moans
as delicate hands trembled
What would come of this stranger
peering, traversing the maze
sculpted of thorned hedges
and meandering lies heard
lingering of past encounters
Would he bare truth,
could he be the one
to break these chains of uncertainty,
rusted of worry
but loosened by desire
When there he stood
in the gateway, shrouded by iron bars
of ornate woven design
draped in a cloak of confidence,
defiant of fear, gallant in approach
Not bearing jewels nor golden trinkets,
but offering honesty,
words of love in truthful promises
lined with forevers
once unimaginable
and she wept
for the sun had risen,
an amorous glow of crimson
and amethyst blinding the sadness
on a once forgotten horizon,
proclaiming a new day…
and she could see it,
she could feel it
and as he took her hand
she knew as they
walked towards it...
she was free,
at last
Happy New Year everybody!
~
New city street
With the wink of an eye
and a shuffle of feet
We wandered about
down a new city street
Where vendors wore blue
with a tangerine sash
In hopes to look good
with no chance it would clash
Their carts were adorned
with ribbons and beads
And funny designs
made of cantaloupe seeds
They hollered and bellowed
and beckoned us near
And when we did stop,
they let out a loud cheer
They offered us products
like peanuts with cheese
And daffodil handkerchiefs
in case we sneeze
Belts made of feathers
with buckles in red
And weird little cones
you could wear on your head
We bid and we haggled
but always were nice
To get a good deal
and a much better price
The street lined with houses,
most two stories high
With windows like shamrocks
reflecting the sky
The balconies all featured
ribbons and bows
That hung from the railings
such colorful throws
Where women were calling
to neighbors across
For clothes pins and hampers
they hoped they would toss
They spoke in a language
so funny to hear
For what they were saying
was not always clear
The men were all mending
and tending the place
Their hats cockled sideways,
a grin on their face
The knees of their jeans
were all covered in patches
While they polished the brass
on the handles and latches
It seems they were singing
an old fashioned song
We tried to join in
as we walked right along
We laughed and we giggled
so much fun was had
But we had to leave
and that made us both sad
So we promised each other
that we both would meet
Again very soon
on this new city street