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is everything
The petrol prices in Portugal are now so high
the highest European for me to drive from Cascais to Algarve
makes me six hours, (before two) I save on petrol but waste time.
Behind me, angry drivers in BML´s waving their fists who want to overtake
only so they can turn sharp right for a coffee at the nearest café.
Too much coffee makes people nervous.
China has a housing problem, while in Britain, they have a supply problem
Britain has not enough petrol drivers to supply the forecourts
In San Francisco bay, 72 ships are waiting to unload the precious cargo
mainly full of Christmas banality, no capacity they say.
Is the USA becoming a third world country?
The north pole is melting the sea level rises, but never mind that
we want out Christmas and petrol.
In Las Palmas, volcanic eruption lava streams going into the sea
that is for future generations to figure out.
All I want is an electric scooter I bought in China.
I wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up differently. Perhaps with fewer mental roadblocks. Possibly with a brain that wasn’t constantly shifting channels without warning. I’ve been trying so hard lately, writing a book that digs into the mess of identity, lying, family, and mental illness, designing guitar lesson plans, building a future from scratch, but I still feel like I’m falling short. I stay up through the night, not because I want to, but because sleep won’t come. My body is exhausted, but my mind refuses to rest. Insomnia has become my shadow, and no one around me really knows what it’s like to be stuck in a room with nothing but thoughts that spin and spin and spin.
I was once told I only had a few days left to live. The sickness would overtake me. My physical health draining the life out of my soul and the spirit in my skin would be released, to carry me up to God. However, some of the medicine is working, just enough, to keep me alive. My sentence has been extended to two years. I wonder, though, if it would have been better to depart in those two minutes than in the two years to come. Without my person, my life would not mean what everyone deserves. Love, value, and worth. Though little, there is value in each breath I take. With this worth, comes fear. I fear I am lucky to have. If this fear did not exist, my life would be nothing, and my world would end. I am scared to die because I have someone to care for. But I am scared to suffer because I have someone to protect. What is terminal illness when the life expectancy changes? If this is the case, then aren't we all terminally ill?
Time
Time, how does it exist? Going far?
No, time can not live far, it is time
Hmm, time is not a time, only far
Hmm, time, far, it is moving time
Time does not exist without far
Object living, moving time too far
Time, space, space is the far
Time, can’t be the life in space
I won't get to the end of the space
It’s not possible; the speed of light
The expansion of space is best
I am just a wanderer of time far
How can live in the future?
Must overtake the space in
Speed, outpace expansion
Can we be faster than the universe?
If yes, then the time has gone, as far
As far, forever, life dead; far
Speed of space, then so far
We can not find the real life
Space is faster than our time
We never get forever life
Space faster, light nothing
Get the space? It is dead
… passed life
Space
Time
Faster?
Together?
Death live
Forever
Life
In this new season, your garden will unfold,
The secret treasures, life has untold.
As old things fall away, let light overtake night,
Dream with open eyes, embrace the miracles of light.
For you hold the key, your message will surprise,
The world, with never seen creativity before.
Remove the shade over your garden, with praise and prayer,
Witness His mighty Hand, weave miracles rare.
The good Lord walks beside, creating safe passage,
With stepping stones of wonder, amidst chaotic message.
No weapon can harm, your heritage stands strong,
For favour shields you, when test and trials prolong.
Slight may outdo the sizeable
Nature is fascinatingly unique
Its sways and swings are astounding
Moon may hide the sun
A damsel may win where duchess fail
Not big and small, not high and low but
Chance, moment and providence prevail
Giant ship may sink, a tiny boat may sail
All is worthy and valued in the nature
Circumstances and contexts do matter
Not the status, extent and magnitude
Bird’s choir may foil a singer on platter
Starry night may outshine the bright sun
A timid solitary wisdom may overtake
The coveted and assorted minds by
exposing the mysteries, remained undone
A shy tiny bud lying in a forlorn pot
May catch the beholder’s eye
Strolling in the garden full of bloom
Soliciting the petals endearing his choice
The poise and serenity of cool breeze
Cradle of green trees and golden leaves
May be million times more soothing
Than the affluence of palatial room
On a wide lonely road in the summer noon
Walking fast to escape the burning heat
One can’t forget shadows of thoughtful trees
And their compassion with which they treat
their is a train
who shipments rely
who deliverest
for us all
on this train
who supplies
these counterfeiters
double-cross us all
they take from peter
to give to paul
casears men
hide in bushes
to overtake
these wicked souls
the Damsel is distressed
the conducter see's her
he stops the train
to help her out
yet be hold
the white hats stand by
what is this
their being duked by they're own
he crosses-lines
to become the bad-guy
they grab the lute
and then there gone
days and days
the white-hats searchest
they go from town to town
til their wires sent
100 white hats
are ah proaching
the nerves of the blackhats
are made of steel
they hide the loot in the green barn
the equipment they took
is stored their too
the storms a raging
it causes delays
the black-hats
ride thru out the storm
the white-hats stop
to talk to Jesus
they don't know their prayers heard
Superman traveled
thru a time portal
he heard the prayers
and answered for Jesus
he grabs the Loot
and recovers the storage
he save the day
while the white-hats pray!
Copyrighted to the Choir of Space Church..#000 A>D Roma- Lover and PaciCorp. Speak whispers and pray to Jesus. Made the church-folk angry that these secular-sinners drank whiskey and spoke ill of Jesus!" tales sung by the exaggerating Heathen, " a letter to the glassy-eyed Hussy"
Song's of Caesar, the band of Gypyes, and a hickory axle-ed wagon, with two oxen pulling it! From the Theme of Hypacroties, " I am a Hippocrite" written by Duldo Griffie, 2109, on the Quadro Space Vessel , Sigma Rocket IIV!
Who is Bizzarro?" a song by Pinklipp and LadyPhatt- Bottom!
Once upon a time, in the early years
before I walked and talked,
a cell phone at my ears…
before Instagram or Pinterest or Facebook
strived to overtake my very mind,
sometimes, I felt like my heart had been forsook
leaving me troubled, on the edge of life’s shadows
forgiven by God, even though I’d often mistook
darkness for light, wrong for right, day for night.
Once upon a time, in those days so long ago
before my heart’s regrets, I’d reject
knowing I could never pay all that I owe…
I owe Him my life, my love – all the hope that I can give
I owe Him the kindness of grace and mercy,
the beauty of a faith who knows He will truly forgive,
despite the truth of a heart who is reckless,
a heart who has led others to be too combative,
a spirit who is filled with too much pride, too much self
until God Himself paid the price – it’s transformative!
Once upon a time, before iPhones, iPads and iPods
I knew the meaning of friendship full of love,
Friends were so important, loving against all odds…
Back then, I felt the inklings of sin in the air
But before walking toward the shadows so feared
I knew that my Savior would never, ever dare
To leave me without a hope, without His gentleness,
I knew that His love would forever be there,
Guiding me on, toward the promised land – in His Presence
I would know the wonder of grace beyond compare!
Once upon a time, in the past where I come from
There was a hope, a dream, a promise that comforted me
His love was alive and it was free, and as a rule of thumb….
His light shines so that I’ll forever be –
walking on the path He trod, the path
of everlasting peace, eternity I’ll one day see…
forever with the One who lifted me from the pit,
taught me about love that was heaven sent, completely free
offering me grace that saved me from me!
Life came in one shoe fit
Determined to live and not quit
Made the wrong choices
Managed to overtake and make right
Achieved of value in knowing how establish
No question needed with answer
Fighter of life with no surrender spirit
No need to say sorry
There is no worry
Some would say merit while others would say punk
Call it what you will
I understand myself, but do you understand yourself
My name is counted among
A man higher than I knows it
Believe what you will
Know myself better than anybody else
Baby, I thought you understood
Must understand yourself before analyzing another
Words you say draws me away
You are trying to convince me to stay
Standing on principle
Words said are reality
Don’t pity me, but pity yourself
Made up for it in life in believing who I am having a purpose
Tomorrow everlasting
Shoe fit
Don’t try to fit in it
Don’t know what I gone through in life
Standing and continuing to stand
You are no longer in dem and
My shoes have walked on
Be gone
Gucci-Cabanna, Dreams, Drama's
doward spirals often inspire us
Defiant correspondances Deodorant
Radar Sattelite saop dope slip call it
Strict in my conduct Twist Just Trip
Shem don't forget about Noah
Miss Carolina Alabama Hammer New Mexican habbit
Hamock Comidians stand up Pearl Ceramic Tile
Shift Ivana I vain Ariata East LA California
Gilligan Skipper Aunte' Julianna
Previously who wrote that chapter
Signature series clarovoyance
Camoflauged like a sand dollar
Indulgent as the oragizer
Corruptions overtake me often
Subterfuge Sepmre Fidelis incorruptible Metals
Taken refuge under the shadow of The Almighty
!ONE} GOD is cloaked in Darkness
!TWO] Blue falls to the ungodly
!THREE} Red instigates images better left unmentioned
Bilingal undercovers interigations
Filibusters Capital Hill Critcal Underseiged
D.J. Damage disbelief often PE Public Education
Soccer Teams disbelievable Cheif of the Savages
DEbriefed Wicked Caskets
Lupe' Dupre' coupe' De' Fiet
Instunbal IRAQ Kuwait Chad
Brass Braced for betrayal
How do we deal with the loss of someone we hold dear…
a family member, a partner, a husband or a wife…
a person who we can’t remember a time
when they weren’t important in our life?
We tend to curse time at these moment…
forgetting she can be our enemy…and our friend.
For she helps mark the joys of each new beginning
as well as the sorrow of each end.
How many joyous moments have we experienced
when we wished time would move ahead slow?
Where the happiness of that moment
makes us sad to see that moment go.
How many sorrowful moments have we looked for time to blame?
We curse the arrival of these moments and wish they never came.
But living in moments that are ephemeral and swift
makes me stop and wonder if…perhaps…that is time’s gift.
Perhaps time does not intend to vex, to aggravate and annoy
Perhaps she is only seeking balance between our sorrow and our joy.
Perhaps that’s why our yesterdays quickly become todays
and our todays just as quickly become tomorrows
to give our joy more opportunities to overtake our sorrows.
This ability to look into the futures as well as back into our past
Is how time helps to soothe our heart and ease our mind…
Showing us one way to climb out of our darkness
is to follow the light they behind.