After a few years, I visited an old friend at his
Office. He was not there, but I was informed
That he would arrive shortly. I waited, and
Waited, and waited until I could wait no longer.
I left my friend a message with words that
He would understand from one who' had
Ground older and learned new lessons
Of life. Message: "In years of not so long
Ago, I waited more on men and less on God.
I have now learned to wait less on men and
More on God".
The paths I have troded;
The places I have tasted;
The people with whom I have been treated;
The purpose of which I have been presented;
The plans that I have been assigned to execute.
My Lord and my life have been good to me;
Giving me cause for much gratitude.
I have walked in shoes crafted just for me,
Carrying me above and beyond, to points
And places both familiar and otherwise.
I was never afforded a life without pain,
But granted one more than filled with change.
So I adjusted and when required, changed lanes.
Through pathways both broad and narrow;
Traversing twisted and rugged roadways;
Leaving me sometimes feeling lost and lonely; But always belonging and evermore fulfilling.
Updated for a more
Maddening day-and night!
Of an ear's fright
Pleasant route's harness bells.
Now and piercing, roadways'
Alarming brays.
We were iced-in during the winter of '26
Flortunately, it lasted for only one week.
Although the roadways were safe and nice,
We were surrounded with lots of ice.
8 days and nights of black-out
4 days and nights of endangered food
A new generator refused to generate.
An old generator held Faithful to the finish.
In a broad southern sweep, with no desire to please,, Febuary rushed in with a freeze.
Although underneath, the roots held tight,
Peach and plum trees, so laden and leaning
Low with ice, were a very pleasing sight to watch.
There were heighten fears of broken water lines
And the weight of ice broke many electric lines
But at no time did we feel a threat to our lives.
The dark clouds gather to the battle cry
of thunder hammering its giant drum;
while those electric shocks of lightning fly
joining the drum with their harsh zapping hum.
Torrents of rain swamp the dry land and coast.
Trees bend by force of the swift, savage wind
as the tempest sends its message to boast-
“For now, I'm in charge, no chance to rescind.”
Darkness spreads over the city and town,
and power's cut off by the fallen trees.
While shorelines are flooded, roadways break down,
for hours, the tempest is at war to seize.
Later, like magic, the sky parts with blue
to clear the dark sky of the skirmish fought,
saying with sun rays, the battle is through.
Won is Earth's peace and calm safety that's sought.
Multiple ongoing state and local projects along heavily traveled roadways in Ventura County are expected to cause some traffic delays over the weekend and into the week of Sept. 22.
Over budget pulls to affordable backfire in designers credit debts, flopping a foreclosure of municipal bonds for decades to come.
Is Thousand Oaks and Unincorporated districts to blame for an insolvent lien?
Trades of Conviction Bail
As sustainable measure of federal reserve
function post fraud is fraud
Failure to resign vote is testimony
and article before congress
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Homekey Fraud thousand oaks California
Private property assembly
Ok journal
Objective pro
Con
Resent all bills?
Write article of congress rebuttal against politician
Maintain reader on ship with sails?
Free speech is discussed newspaper not campaign rhetoric of welfare fraud lobby children corruption of municipal bonds and municipal works building keys they inherited
These people are journalists!
Life has many mirrors
like a Fun House,
many nooks and crannies
different paths and roadways
that can take you
in various directions
You may believe
steadfast in your feelings
that you have chosen
the right one, the one for you
But after awhile
other circumstances come to light
new emotions surface
and you begin to question
the rightness of it all
Was it just a temporary station
on your path of existence?
Was it all a learning experience
fostering growth, expansion?
Questions for eternity
congested roadways
smokey exhausts pollute air
all just for free food
Tune into the frequency of heaven and start
Let that be the loudest melody within your heart
In the voice of the Body, let faith impart
Only by God's Hand, it is heaven’s art
In our weakness, in Him we trust
What is shattered, He will mend and adjust
Yesterday's harm, broken and rendered void
Turning graves into gardens, oh what a joy
From lack to abundance, seas to roadways
From mourning to dancing, ruins to hallways
Angels are sent to guard and to guide
We will walk on top of winds and glide
In our utter helplessness, He shines through,
Bridging and restoring, making all things new.
maryland's roadways
offer scenic views of deer
grazing alongside
It's not a matter of confrontations face to face.
Like most things, it's all about time and space.
Highways and roadways are designed for travelers.
The motorists may be workers or vacationers.
Lanes have their basic function and purpose,
And it's very vital that we learn to focus.
Your lane is mine; My lane is your lane.
Yielding is often the key to avoiding pain.
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Endless fields,
I don't notice them anymore.
I drive upon a video map
of ever repeating memories.
The land is flat,
the horizon hardly changes,
mile after mile
the same white noise
scratching eardrums.
Radio on --- not listening,
though somewhere in my head
Brahms has just finished
his fourth symphony,
an empty sky sighs
in my dry mouth.
A dog is barking,
a distant farm appears
through a corn haze.
Eyes back on the road again.
the ever rolling-on road -
its hypnotic hammer beats,
occasionally switching channels
in my mind.
Michigan roadways
peaceful driving excursion
from east to west
Kentucky roadways
multi-colored changing trees
family tripping
Read aloud -a Hilda Morley tribute to an organic poet
gestures of merit
light in letters
with fluttering words
simplicity
of impulse
twixt art &art
white silence
shape emotions
with
power of the image
in
the inner
state of mind
oozing unevenly
seething
constellations of perception
random
splinters of sound
roadways of
thought
out
of everywhere
sequenced elipsis
visual blanks
on
a spatial pitch
in
spiritual breaths
minimal linear
flows&
stopped
by streams&visions
bruise-blue
cloud shapes
rouse anger
&exhileration
in
the absence of constraint
belonging nowhere
looking
touching
longing
wishing
choices scattered
blunted
by helplessness
uprooted
crumpled in small tokens
shaken
crushed
fallen shapes
abandoned
upwards
sideways
in silent
unshapen
shadows-
the unspoken
essence of knowledge
&
sounds remembered
John Masefield 'ROADWAYS'
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