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The storm has blown itself away; there is a lighting of the sky.
The monstrous waves start to recede, and the ripples just pass on by.
The rocks find a new home from the pounding they have been given.
They come to rest haphazardly, as though so hard they have been driven.
The fence looks old, all gnarled and bent, a pathway almost hidden.
The footsteps - where have they come from - and to where are they now bidden?
An eerie cry - a sobbing sound - mixes harmoniously.
With the sound of seagulls squawking, now setting off back to sea.
The lights are lighting, one at a time, pinpricks of ghostly yellow.
The sobbing increases just slightly; a voice so soft and mellow.
‘Come follow me, a prize awaits,' it sings out on the breeze.
I find myself following it, my heart it seems to please.
I have never felt so fresh, my heart it seems to float.
I follow the pathway in the near dark; my being fills with hope.
What is it, that is calling me? Is sounds so sweet and near.
I stumble and realise I am soaked, but I am without any fear.
‘You are mine,’ says the voice so gentle and caressing.
The light seems to grow brighter, I feel an urgent need pressing.
I must find the source of this golden voice; its song fills my head.
I must press on the winding path before me, I feel I am being lead.
A shape that glows and points at me and opens its glowing arms wide.
I stop as fear overtakes me; I want to turn back, like the tide.
And then the shape embraces me, calms me and points behind.
There I am lying on the beach; am I now losing my mind?
‘Your journey is just starting,’ the voice tells me. ‘Come, we can not be late.’
“Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate.”
Realisation comes to me as the shape pushes me onwards up the winding hill.
My earthly body I have left behind, but my adventure is in front of me still.
O for the heart of a young child,
Like gentle Jesus meek and mild.
Who daily lifts their mother’s heart,
with thankful words which joy imparts.
As earthly parents long to hear,
the grateful words their children share.
So, God our Father’s heart is pleased,
when by gratitude our hearts are seized.
Take time to pause and celebrate,
Let praise and thanks your heart indwell.
For life, good health, and daily bread,
make sure your prayers of praise are said.
Your Father all your needs supply,
Give thanks and praises in reply.
This attitude will lift your mood,
and nourish health as much as food.
A grateful heart is medicine,
for feelings of despair and dread.
When prayers of thanks and praise are said,
the heart is filled with joy instead.
An attitude of gratitude,
Is not a pretty platitude.
If you make these four words your creed,
a life of peace and joy you’ll lead.
The day that you and I first met
Was a moment that was touched by destiny
Over these twenty-four years together
You've showed me how love should really be
I fell in love with you instantly
You fell for me and my young son
We didn't know where things would lead
Or how strong our love would become
Our family life started right away
We raised our boys into fine men
Now a new phase begins in our life
Giving us time that we didn't have back then
While we have both grown a bit older
Each one of us in our own way
Our step has become a little slower
And our hair is turning a little gray
Our boys are grown and gone now
No need to make a fuss
Because now we have our time
A time that's just for us.
8/25/2020
In the fragmented hour of shadows, when time flows backward,
I am empty of all, yet full of you, a paradox of our new fate.
On my temples, I bear a sun and a moon singing their symphony,
In this sweet-bitter chaos, joy flows through my veins.
I would lament in nameless verses, like a madman devoted to the goddess,
Black and white squares dance on the board of ages, like a little girl.
My garden is a labyrinth of fears and unknown dreams,
In the wall of silence, dark madmen seek lost paths.
I love you with pity and with fear, an orderly chaos in my mind,
Like a white madman capturing the black queen, trapped in words.
In mad stations, sad trains arrive, with summer-filled cars,
With reckless gestures, I attract and frighten you, once again, from yourself.
Mad landscapes surround me, fragile children lead their parents,
Old men with bone sleds descend the slopes of dreams, like saints.
I miss you, I search for your face in every corner of the world,
In my palm, the sand carries a ring waiting for a name.
I hear through time silent battles, your soldiers salute you,
My beloved with great troubles, I always feel your thrill.
From the thirteenth floor, you wanted to escape from everything,
But you understand that life is the game of blood beating in veins.
Helpless, sad, yet serene, that's how you were, beloved,
The one who opened you was not happy, but full of weary guilt.
If I had carved you with the chisel of my soul, love,
You wouldn't have become another, awakened in a different feeling.
We set ambitions aside, we dive into the sea,
Bound like pages in a book, we make an altar of love.
Others come to destroy us, but your eyes constantly seek me,
And I raise a sad prayer, bearing the sun and the moon on my temples.
I love you with pity and with dread, all that is yours belongs to me,
Like a white madman capturing the black queen for myself.
I am the candle of the soul carrying a flame of the infinite
I want to be enlightened to find peace like a sage
the treasure of wisdom is the shadow of my dream
to listen to the whispers of heavenI will remain awake
within the silence of my being I am able to foresight
the purpose of my existence is to find the true light
in the garden of my mind the seeds of wisdom I sow
like the blossom of sunlight I will rise above every sorrow
to persevere the goal I will not cease what I aspire
I will use the opportunity to make value tne present and succeed
to look at the stars above brings the knowledge I want to know
the lamps of heaven keep pure my heart a radiant glow
into this world I am born with a purpose to attain
no matter how difficult life’s unending challenges can be
in the mirror of my mind the universe quietly exists
It is a tremendous moment of joy to find solitude within
I am humbly and honest and believe I have so much to gain
to carry the yoke upon my shoulder I must bear the pain
for the sake of truthfulness in this world I am born
whatever fate decides to give I accept with love
over mountains and valleys I ask for strength to cross
the pathways I leave my footprints upon will forever remain
every day I awake with a smile to welcome a new dawn
when my message of peace shall spread long after I’m gone
to be fearless of the darkness must answer my call
I will not be tempted to dwell on unrighteousness
every storm of difficulty gives me a chance to rise
into the cave of silence I find inspiration to light
I will never be discouraged no matter how many times I fall
like trees in support of humanity I will always stand tall
from a long journey of determination and courage I came
the fountain of immortality I aspire to quench my thirst
I am a living example of sacrifice under the moon
Heaven and earth are the wings of time to give me hope
I will carry my cross that no one is to blame
when I must depart from this world every cloud shall carry my name
as far as my eyes can see the horizon I will listen to my soul
the sword of wisdom I will remove the darkness from my dream
when the wave of timelessness will embrace me for my faith
I will keep patience for eternity to lead me into the stream.
My dear ones, years and accounts have passed since we spoke about the New Man, "Le Horla."
From the midpoint of the Reset cycle, it is known to emerge from the mix of slaves and technology.
Rudolf Steiner knew, the beginning of vaccination, non-foods prepared in the shadows of the times.
The control of the masses through technocracy, a vision of the 1900s when the world was slowly transforming.
Under the influence of drugs, Hitler saw prophetic nightmares, screaming in fear before "Le Horla,"
A fearless and cruel monster, a presence deeply haunting the collective social subconscious.
Poe, in 1840, sensed that autistic presence in crowds frightened by the mysterious inexplicable,
And Bulwer-Lytton, through "The Coming Race," showed us the way to a future full of uncertainties.
I merely connected the threads, for geniuses often reveal the hidden truth in the folds of time.
We lament the lack of empathy, the mimed emotional life in public space, a theater of our days.
"Le Horla" spreads, USR, a symbol of technocratic times, an experiment of the present.
A nano-metallic transhumanist nervous system, beyond which only Zombies can survive.
Zombies, USR members integrated into the 5G network, coordinated by towers watching from the shadows,
Soldiers of an unchosen destiny, in a world led by the deepest and darkest shadows.
Remember the '50s, when the danger wasn't in vaccines but in the hunger and fear that reigned,
Today, technological terror and transhumanists bring us times of darkness and fragments of hope.
The worst satanists lead, and strategic starvation is just the beginning of a story.
Under the command of 5G, group intelligence manifests like drones drawing messages in the sky.
A trans 5G USR member becomes an appendage of the Beast, an eye on the ground for its unrest.
And yet, in this nightmare world, there is still a chance, a thread of light in the dense darkness.
Driving on the road..
Many winding roads..
Narrow
Bumpy..
Filled with curves.
Turns galore..
Don't know how long ..
Living life on the road..
Life on the run..
Fast paced
Action packed..
Fatique sets in..
By day
By night
Must stay alert..
Looking for a change..
Adventure circulates in my direction..
Interesting people..
Fascinating places..
I keep on moving along my merry way..
A smile on my face
An upbeat attitude..
That is all I need ..
In this moment in time..
Winding road..
Shall it lead me to the unknown..
Mysteries of what lies ahead..
Perhaps all roads lead to Rome..
to proclaim your love
in the morning
and your faithfulness
at night
to the music of
the ten-stringed lyre
and the melody
of the harp
— Psalm 92:2 NIV
Light of lights
O Sunday morning,
steeped in faithful light,
we’ve sprung out of bed
to delight
to soak
in the melody of birds,
their harmonious call
to all who’d sacrifice sleep
and bathe,
and get in cars —
fellowship in adoration
of our Lord.
the music men
have faithfully practiced
on ready,
on time
for this sprung ahead lark —
like the breathing of Adam,
Hallelujahs in plenipotentiary seed.
last night and tonight,
will disperse the Spirit’s wind,
but for me
tis but morning,
the glory of dayspring song.
the dawn
the dawn
that lights the vigilant candle.
music, melody,
lyre & harp,
tambourines —
like the ringing of a bell.
the alarm alerts
my feet to go,
not too solemn slow
but in passionate procession.
we, the candles flicker
as we move in and out
of a building, not the church,
for that is us
that is us.
and as we love, because He loved us first,
the golden flames touch
hearts — may
it be deep to those who sleep.
awaken the body
and trust Him to lead
follow the Light of lights.
“Good Sunday Morning”
3/8/2020
In Remembrance I recollect
Those who've starred in war
Notorious our gallant men
Faced all that was to bare
Rushed their minds
In front line
Shall they live
Engaged in battle
Thoughts they must have had
Military machine moves forward
Every pace
A moment in history
Measured in
Lives on either side
Barbaric, brutal, broken bodies
Truths untold
Running scared
Religious prayers
They beg be spared
Awaits news of loved ones
They have known
Nationality no place
They all have souls
Children beseached of parents
Or lives of own
Eyes bewildered
Outcome death
What moral holds
Noble men remembered
Every life
Shed to save our own
Valliant steads in honour
Names live empowered
Engulfed in rest
Released their final breaths
Recalled this hour in thanks
Lest we ever forget
Forever horrors remain unforetold
Overtures of hell resound as
Heavens Bell Tolls
And resolute we stand
Together this hour
Greed of man and
Pride of country cause
Earths battlefield of bodies
Laying in peace
Talk don't fight
Let History be
Our lead
Our lesson
Our might
As the moon reflects on the sea
I strive to reflect Thee
I read Your word and continue to grow
As Your love within begins to show
I drink the water from Your fountain
As you lead me to overcome the highest mountain
That has a continuous flow
Bringing comfort to thy mind and soul
creating new life in thy heart that was hollow
seeking your guidance that I shall follow
Step for step I shall watch your feet
For only through you can we enter the gate to greet
There are many that tell Your from above
But Lord teach me to show Your love
You opened my eyes to see
Teaching me to turn from sin to be free
For out of my darkness you created a light
That drawed me in closer giving sight
with a new vision of your word which illuminates
and reminds me of your love and everyones fate
Now able to see those which eat their own bread
seem to the world to have abundance but our dead
will they ever learn of their foolish ways
I will continue to pray
that many shall come to know
Jesus is the root from which we must grow
and the only one which shall crucify oldself and give a fresh start
while burning away all impurities within thy heart
as silver going through the furnance
in time one shall know it is ready
when they can see their face reflecting
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