Thet called me a Clerk Typist,
But handed me casework meant
For a higher pay grade.
Families leaned on me, and I carried them
Growth came from fortitude,
Not classification.
I did the job first,
Earned the title after some time
Public Assistance Specialist,
Proven by service, not paperwork.
Lesson: Your role is shaped by what you
Rise to, not what they print on your hiring form.
Judgment
and criticism
from people
who fear
the unknown
and want to
control others
do not carry
much weight
when it is
known that
most of these
same people
have already
thrown their
own personal
ethics out
the window and
have also
contributed
to the karmic
messes being
cleaned up
to this day--
which is why
we must carry on
and go forth
knowing that
someday our gifts
will help
the community
see more clearly.
Justice, justice you shall pursue*
a commandment Israel is devoted to
To establish courts in every town’s gates
civil and criminal disputes to debate
To examine the truth
to adhere to the law
Treating litigants with dignity
God’s Torah with awe
In this way, to be a light unto nations
compromise, not violence, for all generations
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*Deuteronomy 16:20 -- This is in the third verse
of the portion of the Torah read in synagogues
this Sabbath.
I raised my hands to the sea,
to see how far the waves would carry me
they were coming in swiftly
and moving from shore to shore
but my heart was yearning for more
the road ahead is long
and all I want is to compose my own song
and the sea is the place I would rather be
to see the earth meet with the sun before the day is done.
Follow me to the sea and set a table for you and me
Listen to the roaring waves singing their own praise
take a walk with me along the shore
and observe what is transpiring behind the doors
Immerse yourself in nature
and if you are not comfortable,
just call the doctor.
soak yourself in the saltwater
and take me back to where it all begun.
Daybreak with earthly shadows coverings my face
And I knew that I had to confront reality that is staring at me
and everything that was coming out of the sea was a part of me
and in one split second I knew that it was done
for the truth in me is no fun.
As I travelled, the earth seemed round
Now it turns out flat
I’ve become a lurked homebound
Or something like that
I fell for a big mistake
Immigration police went mental
Claimed my bank account was fake
And I dream to settle
In their land of milk and honey
Living secretly
And most likely begging money
Quite vehemently
So I lost my interest
In rounding the earth
No more plans to be a guest
Of the hosts ungenerous
And I couldn’t get to you
Dear love of mine
Now it seems that we both knew
That our truth’s in wine.
No language under the sun can be true,
Yet a cat cries out, "Meow," to you.
Broken down by a fraction, factoring the grace,
In that tremor, in that frequency's space,
"I am so hungry, it's true!"
"Give me some food, I beg you!"
Yet every language must hold the truth inside,
"What are you?" Where do you hide?
Though you provoke me with all your might,
A hidden truth is locked out of sight.
"Let's be friends, me and you!"
Yet in one language, a million paths pursue,
Only we never knew!
The bitter, biting winter cold
Speaks of winter, stark and old.
Yet you do not know the truth it bears,
Locked deep within those freezing airs.
Until late spring whispers low:
"I wanted to be your friend, don't you know?"
We merely spoke in a different tongue,
Even with human words on the tip of the tongue!
Resisting..Resisting all.' Of those creepy calls.' I've hear doctors say you have a choice today, a dead young girl or boy.?
Or a trans child, your forever joy.? Yet its
Not the same, in the abortion frame; it any
Way you please.' Death is ignored to say the least, oh how the tongues so droll, can set you on a roll, those who cannot redeem...Or deny the silent screams.' Its
All the biggest shame, and we all carry
some blame, in this convenient life..No
Evil see.? I guess some make that choice.? Yet when your lifes light fades
Will you go to the dark.? Or will you make
The grade? Plunge into Christ who only
Works to save.'
The truth, the passion, and the Poet
Ridin' high, the truth is told, passions and poet collide,
Igniting the shadows with fire and light!
My heart is open, free to decide,
I break to the open and soar with the bold!
Passions collide with the woman I know,
The fire is rising, I let it ride,
No longer walking with stories untold!
I've crossed the wild and rocky range!
The fire is lit and I let it glow!
My heart is free and it feels so strange,
Untied from the stories of my former age!
Passions collide as the high winds blow!
Feeling the heat as my fires rage!
On top of the world I fly,
With every heartbeat I feel the pride,
Kissing the past a sweet goodbye,
The truth, the passion, the poet and I!
— Debra
In the morning, you walk with me.
All day, you stand with me.
I call you friend.
I call your name.
I call you savior.
I call you worthy.
Justification is a choice.
Sanctification is a process.
It’s all about Jesus.
More than able.
Always stable.
Give me Jesus!
My one thing.
Lightness overcome the dark.
Lightness overcome the heavy.
Light will prevail.
God’s love never fails.
Because Jesus has great love for me.
(by ScottM during church 4/29/2026)
No longer naked
I see the truth in your love
Africa is home
IS NOT THIS THE TRUTH?
Blogging lies are doomed…
Vibing truths streaming each day…
You can’t delete…truth…
I don’t care that she’s beside you now,
that she hears your softened voice,
that she gets the careful version
you’ve rebuilt into a choice.
I don’t ask about her laughter,
or the way you say her name—
I’ve already seen the shadows
you keep hidden from the frame.
You can play the part of better,
you can swear that you’ve outgrown—
but there are things you bury deep
that I still carry, all alone.
So let her live inside your light,
untouched by what you’ve been—
I won’t say a word to break it…
but I know the truth within.
Heres a little poem bout Iyah May, that
sassy sweet lady, who's judt singing away.' Shes
got
Some heart this slip of a gurl, putting down
Lyric's to get bezos's hair to grow and curl.' She's hitting with a hammer'
quite like mine..Forged in 'a land
down under' her strokes
are doing smashing; fine.'
The demons are getting
jumpy, the blows are now coming fast
With the weight of world opinion turning
How long can old stuctures last? Some gray haired fools with money, have played
With innocent blood, they want to sacrifice
You too.' Will you jump into the flood?
All you need do is to say silent.' Buy their line you are worthless trash.' Or get on board with reality, its really a simple task
(
download Iyah May ) do it today; and catch
Some honest blasts.)
Love God is Love.
Not Hate Not Apathy but Love.
Our Father in Heaven Loves us.
Believe in him He Loves you.
My God is my father in heaven.
Lord my father creator of all the cosmos.
Jesus You are my Best friend.
Brother of mine who would give his life for me.
I love Ana forever cause she is my best friend.
Jesus thank you for everything you have done for me.
Ana is my best friend Jesus thank you for creating her.
Jesus thank you for creating me.
Father thank you for being my best friend.
The Holy Spirit thank you for being my best friend too.
Love is God who created all things and Loves name is Jesus Christ
How do U know what is right...
When it's so complicated?
So many underlying factors,
Deep down U know it's so wrong.
Feeling like a horrible person for doing what U feel is so right?
One decision makes you a good person in doing what's right?
However, the other decision makes U feel like the worst person in the world?
Making the choice feels so hard.
Even though making the choice U know is right...
Doesn't make it an easy choice.
What does one do, when the truth hurts?
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