THE LAST OF EARTH
Earth has been taken prisoner, captive, under siege
By snake bankers, the wealthy with their filthy greed
By bomb makers, criminal politicians and all that breed
By soulless satanic demons in their profit-making creed.
God is watching the death of Earth, collecting all the waste
Into one big bundle to rid the earth of dead spirits in haste
Death is coming in self-inflicted ruin with an atomic taste
Revelation’s prophecies to be fulfilled under God’s sanctifying grace.
These are the last days of earth as we know it
Gone will be the dirt and sin, human ruin and all the other sh.t
Earth we will see rebloom again under a new found heavenly refit
New rules and life for man and earth according to God’s law will be writ.
The eternal goodness and abundance of God’s creation
Uncovered from the masking veil revealing bounty to every nation
Rivers purified, oceans sparkling, forests reborn in a new human-earth relation
Air glittering with sparkling light in a renewed sacred natural divine vocation.
i will be here when you fall
i will comfort you through it all
you have done the same for me
with you is where i'd rather be
for your arms are what saved me from doom
for your charity is what gave me the extra room to rebloom
when i win and prosper, you do too
experiences that are new to me will also be new to you
some will stray
i choose to stay
in vast array
our love always on Play
with no regret
i will never forget
you rescued my heart our of debt
your presence makes my heart grow fonder at every Progressive Step
We are all navigating through life!
We are all growing in different ways!
Since, money is the root of all evil.
Use money to bless the needy!
Be knitted with family and friends
When one is weak, the other is strong
When both are weak, He is stronger!
Remember God is our primary source!
He is our solution and righteous judge!
He knows our inner most thoughts!
He knows the plans He has for us!
Since we all err and miss it in life
Having a teachable, correctable spirit
Will unlock the chained gates
Cause things to rebloom in our lives!
For the pure in heart will see Him
For those who have His heart
Will see Him! So, Rejoice!
For extraordinary multiplication
Of grace is coming our way!
Be Bold! Be Triumphant!
Get ready for the double portion!
Wear the new mantle for this season
With grace and multiplication!
The sun shines bright,
brilliant glowing white
and the last flowers of the day,
catch the last of summer rays.
Morning glories wake
white, purple, pink along the gate
and the climbing roses wither and rebloom
as the bees and butterflies hover and loom.
The end of August is on parade
come the varied monarchs in ballroom masquerade;
a black swallowtail, inked and transfigured
and Milbert's tortoiseshell beautiful and bigger,
the red admiral and the Queen Alexandra Birdwing,
the Julia and Morning Cloak amidst the birds that sing,
the Peacock and southern dogface
float in and out the garden graced,
another beauty Ulysses and Adonis Blue
a silouetted dance with the Duke of Burgundy for you
and Montezuma's Cattleheart
to entice the beating of your heart;
nature's waltz and discotheque
in beauty revealed and well dressed.
Spring is in rebloom
with daffodils and peeking bulbs aching to rise
barely visible beneath the snow-laden earth
but venturing forth in hesitating anticipation
of an early spring thaw.
Withdrawn spirits and depressive winter cold
still harbors chills hiding in retreat
comforted in the warmth of the house
where silence reigns supreme in contemplation
breathing in the hushed quiet solitude of time.
Daylight savings time is upon us
stealing away an hour just past midnight
to revamp the darkness rising slowly
to act as a prelude to the morning light
and we adjust to time fragmented under the sun.
Just another hour lost
to be regained in autumn's fall
when all slips to dreamless sleep
and the world marks seconds to years
as time marches on.
Winds a-blowing, graves are bending to the colour grey,
Leaves are dancing; light is dimming on the names of dead,
Yours amongst them sharply screaming name of love we had,
Empty graveyard I found sleeping on its own decay.
Flowers long gone, warms are crawling, moss met old gravestones,
Ivy taking, slowly taking, what it's its to take,
Overgrowing names that passed me, hiding past heartache,
Should I leave it? Should I stay here digging up old bones?
I will clean them, moss and ivy, flowers will rebloom,
Sun will shine yet, wind will warm up, joy uprooting gloom,
Past forgotten I'm embracing. Tombs to life awake!
Braving devils, seeing weakness, hugging every fear.
Of the tombstones yours the hardest is of past to clear,
When I look your moss and ivy bluest tears I make!
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