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In Sherwood forest where big oaks grow
There lives a band of outlaws
They roam the forest with their long bows
With arrows ready to draw
In an attempt to put the rebels in a jam
A lawman comes up with a plan
He is the sheriff of Nottingham
And he has kidnapped maid Marian
This news quickly spread to Robin Hood
The leader of this outlaw band
He fights for justice and for good
Her freedom he demands
But the sheriff refuses to let her go
Until Robin Hood gives up
But Robin replies with a resounding no
Cause he drinks from victory's cup
Then Robin's men surround the place
Where Maid Marian is being held
The sheriff and his lawmen brace
for battle, but they will soon be felled
Then arrows fly as lawmen fall
And maid Marian is soon rescued
And Robin Hood now stands tall
The hero from the forest of Sherwood
V.
Besides a rushing stream he saw a stone hut,
framed by aspens clinging to a rough slope,
the chimney was stained from long years of use,
But who lived out here? He just didn’t’ know.
Until his eyes happened upon two graves,
one had weathered, the other was fresh cut.
Who could they know who was buried out here?
Curious, he dismounted and walked up.
The older gave said: ‘Here lies Joseph Fields,
1851 to 1912,
Father, and Husband to his dear Rennie.’
The priest stumbled back. “Wha-what does this mean?”
The oldest daughter, who was named Isabel,
said,”She knew the townsfolk would not understand.
That’s why she used to ride back in her youth,
she combed the mountains, seeking out this man.
“She knew our grandpa had done the man wrong,
that a normal life he never would live.
She brought him money so he’d stop thieving,
and it return, his whole heart he did give.
“When our grandpa died they both realized
that without hm none could prove pa was framed,
they both dreamed of reopening his case,
but knew that doing so would be in vain.
“He visited us at night, when he was able,
and we rode out here to his backwoods hut.
We’re not bastards, Father Cobb married them,
you can at least tell the people that much.
“Six years ago, when our father passed on,
she came out here to give her man a grave.
She made it clear to us, when her time came,
we were to ride out here and do the same.
“We could not speak of this when she still lived,
to do so would have been their undoing,
a millionaire heiress weds an outlaw…
You understand this this would have brought ruin.
“But now their troubles are finally done,
and they can be here, at each other’s sides.
I hope you can spare a few prayers for them,
forced to be apart for so much of their lives.”
The priest was amazed, but slowly nodded,
said, “We thought worse of her than she deserved.
I ask forgiveness, I thought so myself.”
Then he knelt low and whispered holy words.
Later than night, when their mom was at rest,
they all rode away as the sun went low,
past a grave that read: ‘Here lies Rennie Fields,
Forever besides her beloved Joe.’
Wall clock,
Cinderella got out,
Big Ben's pale attraction,
King Saul highest in York and London,
On dial, his twelve hands juggle,
Hypnosis,
Vineyard blood,
My arrows,
Strings of psalms,
Split arrowheads of dwarfs,
Big Ben's dogs,
Pursue Lady Rowena of Ivanhoe,
Titanic is broken,
Icebreaker from orca,
Sign of Jonah,
Canker on the tower,
Dark hole,
Toxic stepmother,
Fake freedom,
Make gunsight on Sarah (of Tobias) for the gnomes,
But my gold apple of the eye above and over,
Olive oil and Jonathan's honey,
Far like close against who shoots on,
Flame on the town,
Sky fall,
Christmas star only,
Michael knight helps these young women,
Against the red dragon,
To stay in Love,
"Who Is like the Lord?!"
Angel's name in the hand of Mother of God,
This boy, precursor
For Lamb and Lion,
Not a Teuton,
Robin Hood in New York and Chicago,
Monte Cristo at Lyon,
The voice in Moscow,
Wilderness of snow,
Service like an arrow of the Word,
David's stone going like a forerunner before,
When David arrives, He will return with the sword,
And with Cinderella's crystal shoe and Life crown,
For crows and doves, between children of Noah,
Town of the world,
Square of fake Concord,
The Pharaoh's obelisk by Napoleon,
Shady hand on dial clock from the catacombs of lodge,
This Jezebel collusion against the vineyard of Naboth and brother Joseph,
Like a nuclear-armed rocket,
Time stolen,
When Big Ben is loose, fall,
Against only Noah's bow,
With the arrow from the natural rainforest,
Fire of Mowgli,
Good outlaw among wolves,
Confessor on the cross,
Star from the Orient,
Say to the leaders of nations:
"Don't return to fox Herod",
And to Shere Khan Herod: "Don't be with Herodias, dame Terror",
Writing to the seven angels of the churches
By Revelation of John,
Cultures from Noah on Light give all colors,
Worthy and noble communion to Blood and Body,
One who has no sword sell his cloak and buy one,
In sackcloth therefore Elijah and Enoch.
June 14 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 118-119:40
Key Verse – Psalm 118:1 O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good:
Because his mercy endureth for ever.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ENDURANCE SOURCE
Lord God, You are my endurance Source, along Your goodness
Thank You for setting me in Your graciousness…
I trust You with full confidence by Your greatness
Keep me in Your joy of salvation’s gentleness.
Lord God, You are my endurance Source, along Your valor
Thank You for correcting me with Your compassion fervor…
I beseech You, begging for Your favour
Keep me in Your mercy against sinfulness’ rigor.
Lord God, You are my endurance Source, along Your law
Thank You for forgiving me of my iniquities’ flaw…
I triumph in You for freeing me from wrath of hell’s claw
Keep me in Your Word so I won’t be an outlaw.
Lord God, You are my endurance Source, along Your cleansing
Thank You for supplying me Your wondrous blessing…
I abide in Your sanctification for cleansing
Keep me in Your delight as I remain serenely rejoicing.
Lord God, You are my endurance Source, along Your calling for service
Thank You for showing me stewardship as divine practice…
I praise Your name, magnifying ministry-office
Keep me in Your counsel of steadfast promise.
Lord God, You are my endurance Source, along Your perfect ways
Thank You for making me understand my finite days…
I cleave to Your truths of shining rays
Keep me in Your heart where my soul gladly stays.
Lord God, You are my endurance Source, along Your deliverance
Thank You for leading me toward Your commandment-observance…
I incline my spirit unto Your assurance against my arrogance
Keep me in Your safety while I overcome worldliness’ disturbance.
June 14, 2023
the demo expert desperado left the device behind
What a marvelously designed contraption; wasn’t that kind?
He’s a desperado, an outlaw, he has a despicable mind.
Disassemble that apparatus, the truth we must methodically find.
The suspicious gadget was calamitous, it burst, cracked and shined.
I am going to dismantle it, it scares me said my cousin McWhined.
His scared-y-cat attitude bewildered me; was his back even spined?
Mystified, I stood up for the device, having a lacksidasical mind.
Diminishing dwindling damaging proof rapidly left far behind.
After the contraption exploded, a deadly hit that blew up McWhined.
The desperado was truly an outlaw, on the run, whom no one can find.
Wish I had photo of contraption, which sat two feet from where I dined.
I used to wear a white cowboy's hat,
but here in New York folks gave me funny looks for my choice.
" You must have a real cowboy's grit!"
" Go down Texas and learn that accent with a high-pitched voice!"
" Were they really so insensitive to insult my intelligence?"
Stubborn as I was, their comments fell on my deaf ear,
and as they got closer...I greeted them as a true gentleman would;
oh, they showed no sympathy through a gaze of fear!
" Did I resemble an outlaw or appeared to them too shady and cold?"
" Did they redicule me for wearing a cowboy's hat that was too broad?
" Non sense!" I said with a tone of a rebel wanting to start a fight...
"Cowboys have always been my favorite heroes of the Wild West!"
" Who dared to say to William Picket or Charles Goonight...
that their hats were too wide to suggest an imminent threat?"
"Keep your mouth shut, don't look if you don't like my hat!"
God forbid i ever tell on my friends
God forbid I ever betray my country men
As aesthetic as the gas-mask
Dressed for work, dressed for success
As alien embryos thrive inside glass tubes
101 psychological tactics classified welcome to that classroom
The instructor he's fantastic as unstable as a bait cast
Watch for the hook watch for the backlash
The words clandestine written across the chalkboard
He say's Underline the the two words Cherry Terror, The Masters
A hand raises and he looks right past him
As he has flashbacks of the cold war the whole classroom
Ask him in unity why did they outlaw Shock and Awe
He draws a diagram of the food chain and says life is a cycle
HE ASK THE QUESTION WHAT'S THE 5 BASIC NEEDS TO SUSTAIN HUMAN LIFE?
FOOD , WATER, SHELTER, CLOTHING
DON'T FORGET THE LOVE YOUR MOTHER FAILED TO SHOW YOU]
He hit the nailed on the head repercussions from cowardly acts
And now I wonder why my brother's still missing in action
They camouflage sexual harassment
But in this classroom they call it forced rape
Go back in time, Go back to the Air Forces
Tell me how an alien killed three Airmen
I guess they die the same way i kill em back with my bare-hands
If you care to sing this one
to the tune, 'Ghost Riders in the Sky"
it works well.
An Outlaw Gang, road into town
As evil as could be
Robbed raped and pillaged
Everything that they could see
No one could stand before them
As the outlaws had their way
'Cause in a solemn grave
The sheriff laid that day
A young boy started thinking
There was something he could do
He jumped upon a horse
And then rode out to the Sioux
The Chief possessed a magic
That no white man's ever seen
When he started dancing
He began to sing
The ground started shaking
Then a headstone split in two
A creature crawled, up from the earth
And stood before the Sioux
The Chief then mumbled words
In a language long since dead
But it seemed, the creature
Understood the words he said
With thunder and lightening
The rain came pouring down
Just about the time
The creature reached the town
With clothes all torn and tattered
Flesh hanging from his bones
The town folk all were hiding
As he stood there all alone
The Outlaw gang, walked up to him
And pointed every gun
They loaded all there bullets
And fired everyone
A hundred rounds maybe more
Tore through the creatures chest
But he kept standing there
Tin star pinned on his chest
With eyes like demon fire
a groan slipped through his lips
Lightening struck his six guns
as he snatched them from his hips
Thunder from his pistols made
A hellish hollow sound
And in a flash
They laid dead upon the ground
Now all of the town folk
Walked out into the street
They saw it was their Sheriff
Though he'd been dead for weeks
No one thought to thank him
For he made a hero's stand
Except for the young boy
That shook him by the hand
Down memory lane I go.
Past the memories that helped me to grow.
Silent echoes flowing in my mind.
I landed on the one I hoped to find.
A memory left there to remind.
The desert heat pounding me down.
Heat waves dancing in which to drown.
Sitting there under a Joshua tree.
Nothing else could survive that I could see.
Over younder where the ground meets the sky.
There was a movement that caught my eye.
A mule, looking scarred and torn.
Body rugged and battle worn.
Head weary but held up high.
Was not bothered by that sun in the sky.
Walked on by.
With hardly a glance at me.
I respectfully bow my head to thee.
A true warrior in all its might.
Feared nothing in a fight.
And I understand.
You're the king of this land.
A beast without fear.
Walking by so near.
A protector, keeping predators away.
On our own .
Rebellion against all we've been shown.
Ready to fight.
Day or night.
An outlaw to your own kind.
Gives me peace of mind.
Knowing you're somewhere nearby.
Makes me feel safe when the sun leaves the sky.
Feel a kinship.
Both have felt the sting of a whip.
Lonely must feel the same.
Even if we are both to blame.
Brother you belong here more than I.
Hope you find shelter from that sun in the sky.
A child…in a foreign land.
Where we come from—it's all just sand.
Deserted the desert...
but still feeling tethered
to the place that feels
forever home.
Yet—that place
we can no longer roam.
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Left the home land with legislative laws.
As they contained loads of legality flaws.
The colour of my skin cutting at me like a saw.
No jobs, no work, it was my last straw.
Left the land I knew to go and find more.
Knowing that the Foreign Land would have something better in store.
When I moved—I thought my troubles would be soothed.
But found other trouble,
my persistent presence made the locals grumble.
Looked at as an immigrant,
but every day—
a defendant.
"They are stealing our jobs!"you say.
"They are stealing our wives!"you convey.
You never stopped to think—
That just maybe...
we're trying our best?
Yet...
we will always
be seen as less?
At home,
we've got families to feed,
we've got people who are in need.
But what you fail to understand—
We can't help them...
unless we are in the Foreign Land.