My empty glass is mocking me.
It laughs at my proclivity.
It led me here and knocked me down.
Another drink and I will drown.
They told me it would be such fun,
But now that it’s all said and done,
I see all that they did not say
As my heart led my head astray…
My empty wallet seems to cry.
The tab has left me high and dry.
I thought I had a little more
But I’ve so much less than before.
A victim of my overreach.
I’m just an old dog you can’t teach.
I fall back on familiar ways.
So, here I am ‘til end of days..
An empty heart, an aching head…
Just help me make it to my bed.
Please do not leave me where I lay;
My foolish choices on display.
They tell me anyone can change.
The ways of grace are awfully strange.
So, that’s what I’ll do come the dawn.
My promises go on and on…
Pick me up and take me home
I can’t make it on my own
I’m laid out upon the floor
I can’t make it to the door
I need a lift so call a ride
And maybe help me get outside
I am stuck here all alone
And I just want to make it home.
I just want to make it home.
A suppurating crater
festers and gapes
in my heart
desiccated by hordes
of plunderers
who gorge on marrow
enshrouded in crevices
where love pleads
for refuge and succour
before gelid goons
controlling a pedigree
of sycophants
reframed to shield
their masters
from imagined devilry.
Free Speech
Miracle Man
5/1/2024
Disruptive behavior,
is not covered by free speech.
Those practicing this,
are guilty of overreach.
Nor is free speech a right,
to hate or abuse some.
It doesn’t make one an entree,
and some other a crumb.
Religion is about ideology; Resurrection is about The Christ.
Empty words; empty ideas; empty religions; Empty tombs.
Satan was totally clueless about the resurrection.
Unity with the Father was often mentioned by Jesus.
Reckless actions and self-assurance doomed Satan.
Roman nor Jewish law could have prevented the death of Christ.
Execution by crucifixion was the exact prediction of the prophets.
Christ rose from the grave on the third day and ascended after 40 days.
Thirty pieces of silver were the price paid to Judas for the betrayal.
If Peter denied Jesus and repented, why did Judas not also repent?
Overreach is a perfect word that fits the actions of Satan against Christ.
Never has anyone claimed to have found bones of Christ in the tomb. Why?
032324PS
So, let us write of finer things
Avoid forever bee-less stings
Mock the errant bird that sings
Of low tide and the stink it brings
Our sands will e’er be brilliant white
With bobbing sails just out of sight
Moonlight shining silver bright
On speed-o’s worn a bit too tight
Soft forest winds will tease the trees
While pollen-winds demand we sneeze
Old weary snakes survey our knees
And slowly shake off winter’s freeze
The signs say we should lend a hand
In keeping clean this pristine land
For the animals don’t understand
That “poop” of any kind is banned
I walked into biology class and there was a gingerbread man.
Take a seat! He said sternly “whenever you can.”
Some of us were stunned. Where was our teacher?
That is my business, he said, reading our minds. My name is Preacher.
Preacher! What kind of name is that for a teacher?
I began to snicker, but even smiling is an overreach-er.
If you have a stern sub like this fellow, Mr. Preacher.
Who in no way resembled our instructor, the teacher.
Brined voids surround my already bounded vision, throwing me headlong into confusion and disarray.
Hesitation in what may be the next correct course is what has landed me, and with much despair, in this current crisis of identity.
It is also what keeps me still.
This sea of doubt, once touched by the poet Alighieri, drowns my senses, casts my sails of logic askew and all at once sends my fluttering mind into a turmoil so grand as to take the attentive and oblivious alike.
Oft in mesmeric trance, the soaked foundation upon which I stumble offers none but fleeting moments of blessed relief. The rotten cored planks creak and shudder with the shifts and contemplations of my psyche, and I feel as though one misstep or overreach will drop me into a depth not easily realized.
And, I fear.
Oh do I fear.
I fear that will be the end. The end of a great many precious jewels which have hitherto been forgotten, discarded, and altogether scorned.
I fear that I will not be mourned, or that I will but be it with half of heart.
I am surrounded by unknown terrain.
MY theology was formed when Mother taught me the Lord's Prayer.
YOU and I know that what's good for mother is good enough for us.
THEOLOGY, defined as the study of God, is made simple at Calvary.
HE, God Almighty, clearly defines theology for all mankind at Calvary.
ETERNITY'S long-awaited secret is revealed and offered to all at Calvary.
OBJECTIONS are overruled, not sustained; sin's curse is sealed at Calvary.
LOVE defeats and obliterates both Satan's lies and deceit at Calvary.
OVERREACH by Satan and organized religion proves fatal at Calvary.
GOD was in Christ and reconciling the world to Himself at Calvary.
'YES' is God's forever word of guaranteed acceptance at Calvary.
041222PS
Their wedding cake is perfect flour,
Rich, Fresh: A Never–To–Sour,
‘Pink Rose’ The Bride’s flower’,
A bouquet holding with excited power …
‘Husband and wife’ pronounced at Jesus hour,
As enemies helplessly glower,
While above them they tower,
Neatly forcing them to cower …
St. John’s Church Newest Couple,
Looking wondrously ‘The Supple’
To never themselves overreach
Nor matrimonial contract breach …
And what to that say, All Men?
An Earth-shaking “Amen!”
Those who seek the stars
are often unafraid
They know the mind, the universe
encourages the dream
The seeker knows with endless thought
there is no overreach
And only fear will compromise
whatever we redeem
So seek the stars and seek the moon
there is no dream too big
Fulfill desires in this realm
consciousness to stream
I'm a meatball in a sub,
With three others just like me,
We are warmed by tomato sauce,
And a blanket made of cheese.
The roll is our surrounding house,
Handled by a man,
Shivering at a football stadium,
While sitting in the stands.
My best friends will soon leave me,
One by one as I watch the teeth,
Overreach each sphere of nutrients,
Devouring what's beneath.
This is what I was born to do, so I will not be afraid,
Munch, munch, munch. Oh what a glorious day!
18-September-2021
An angry woman shouted
out slogans her group touted;
against the COVID vaccine,
face masks, and basic hygiene.
She claimed her right to free speech;
vaccines were an overreach
and not about risk or health,
but about power and wealth.
Till democracy's dream dies
she is free to spread her lies;
freedoms and rights run amuck
leave caring people dumbstruck.
When it's either votes or breath,
politics trumps life and death;
as politicians lean right,
let's hope the truth wins this fight.
The authors
blink only when looked at,
they recall for you
a story, perhaps a tale half-read.
One book lifted,
pages fly between thoughts,
a few scrapes of knowledge
peck and preen again.
Phrases return
demanding still to be displayed
though rarely used.
There are mystic scriptures
that hover between
fiction and non-fiction.
I imagine temple beasts
still guarding them.
I overreach,
shake this collected tree of knowledge.
Books fall, some like stone,
some like fluttering birds.
I am ankle deep
in the printed word and its aftermath.
Some will go to the thrift shop,
some to the garage,
a few will stay between bookends
surviving these winds of change.
Today I have time to admire
the dance of sunlight on bare walls,
the transpiring poetry
of blameless space.
At the very pinnacle of the authority chain, heaven reveals the necessity for government
Rivalry against God from the hands of Lucifer demanded policing and a chief among angels
Contrary to the belief of many, self-government is ideal, but it does not work universally
However, humans will often go beyond the line of necessity with too much government
Barriers, borders, and limitations are one thing; 'Overreach' and 'Bureaucracy' are another
In the New World of the early settlers, they desired a government without bishops and popes.
Similarly, the American style of government was enameled with vital 'Checks and Balances'
Holy men had to be held accountable, and 'the divine right of kings' was simply anathema
Once I heard it said that the governments that govern best are those that govern less
Power in the hands of mere men must always be linked directly to God, the source of all power
02052020PoSpCtest, Archbishop, Julia Ward
N. Pelosi proclaimed: "Let's impeach
Donald Trump for his great overreach."
She produced every article,
which was very cathartical
for the people who witnessed her speech.
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