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In times of distance and in periods of separation I carry you within
Every moment of every day I reflect on you're beauty and I see you
I love you
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Social illusion
I went to touch my body. As I began to press inward it did not even hurt.
From my right side to its left, my hand effortlessly passed through me.
No, I am not transparent, I am a construct formed from my delusion.
Some call me a catfish. To others, I am a narcissist.
I am me, I am I, I am mine, I am all that I want you to see.
I want all that you can give to me. I am a product of my own creation.
I am a deceptive, social illusion.
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The Monster, The Sociopath
The Monster will devour any one in its life to get what it wants. He lacks empathy and a good conscience through the implementation of his means to obtain his goal. The Monster will press buttons just to find a weakspot in a person's armor. He does this just to get his victom to respond out of character. The Monster motive behind this is to promote an image of his victom to others contrary to who that person is. The Monster will throw someone under the metaphorical bus just to get a laugh. He gets off on the scent of power and control over his victom. This Monster is also known as the Sociopath.
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The Departed
In my heart, I will always miss you. In my life a door will always be left open for you. In my mind, having you as a memory does sting. The memory of you also has left within me an immeasurable weight. In my thought process, I wonder what has become of you. Deep down, i know that I will never see you again. That realisation making my world a little more empty without you.
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Catfish and Jack
Here a lot. Oh, there a little. Every where there is some catfish. Here a little. Oh, there a lot, is a jack being played by that catfish.
Jack, not again. Dude, you're such a fool. You really lack understanding.
Oh, here a rub. Oh, there a tug. He dances at their request. Oh here a tug. Oh there a rub. He jumps at their distress. Jack, he is simply a catfish marionette.
Dude not again. Jack your such a fool. You really do lack discernment.
Here a lot, oh there a little is always some kind of jack and some kind of catfish. Oh here a little, Oh there a lot, is that someone like Jack being played by that some kind of catfish.
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The Intersecting Lanes of Judas Kiss and Street Justice
Sometimes our greatest enemy is not the person we keep at a distance in our life. It is not even the enemy that lives within us. But is found in the hypocrisy of the one that is in our inner circle that wears the guise of a friend. To that disloyal,back stabbing rat whos lips are lace with the poison of Judas. To that one we take by force through calculated action. Either by by feet, or by hair, we drag that one to the lanes of where judas kiss and street justice meet.
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The Prisoner in the Land of Holocaust
An east wind began to blow upon the holocaust of the west. As the one from the north stepped southward to pull a broken soul out from its prison. This prison was a deep pit with smooth sheer walls fashioned by the prisoners very own hands. The light from the one from the north pierced through the darkness of that prison. Like the moon taking on the light of the sun, the prisoner began to take on the light of his liberator.
The prisoner's lack of strength now endowed with a measure of hope and of power. With his strength renewed the prisoner reached up from below, just as the one from the north reached down from above. The hands of both meeting in a place called the middle. With hands clasped together with the strength of a 3 fold cord, the one from the north elevated the prisoner up and then out from the inside of that pit. That prisoner was set down upon the ground once called holocaust, now known as the land of the one whom was set free.
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Music has always been the life sustaining incubator in my life that Is filled with its vibes, its cords, its beats, its harmonies, its compositions, and its arrangements. Music will forever be for my venting, my releasing, my therapy, and healing
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Revelation, Etchings, And Alterations
There will always be a transfer that takes place on the inside of us whenever we get a glimpse of the Father's face and His glory that shines out from it. Contained within the Father’s face and the light of His glory is his image. That image has lines and borders that give us a precise definition of the character and nature of the Father.
It is when the Father’s revealed image shines into our soul that the Holy Spirit will go to precise areas of an individual’s heart where a lie has taken root about the Father and of self and erase it. As this erasing occurs, the Holy Spirit will make alterations to the Father's image and our self-image by etching new lines to these two images that we carry within us.
This restoration process by the Holy Spirit will slowly restore specific portions of the Father’s image and our self-image to its original form and glory. When these alterations take place within our heart and mind, what was revealed to us about the Father will now to some degree become a part of our personal expression of Him to the people that are around us.
2 Corinthians 3:18
New King James
But we all, with an unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory by the Spirit of the Lord.
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The Beautiful Heart Of Joshua Judah
It was nearing Christmas day, and Joshua Judah needed a tree for the holiday season. The sky outside was overcast. The air was cold, damp, and windy. There was an inch of fresh snow on the ground from the night before. “Oh, how I dread the cold.” Joshua Judah said to himself. He then proceeded to put on a warm jacket. Then he wrapped a scarf around his neck and covered his head with a knitted cap. Last of all, he put on his winter gloves. As Joshua Judah went out through his front door, a smile appeared on his face.
Joshua Judah walked onto that Christmas tree lot with a sense of joy and anticipation. He could hardly contain the excitement in his heart. As he looked around, he noticed that the Christmas tree lot was filled with beautiful regal pines. As his eyes went from tree to tree, something in the very far back end of the lot caught his eye. “Oh, my Father, my God” Joshua Judah whispered under his breath. He could not believe what he was seeing. Compassion was now the motivating factor of his heart.
With his eyes fixed, he walked right by every single one of those beautiful regal pines.
The closer that Joshua Judah got to the tree he was fixed on the more burdened with mercy his heart became. Everyone who looked at this tree just passed it by. They all concluded in their heart that this tree was the most frail and fragile pine they had ever seen. Its branches were almost completely bare and sagging. Its trunk was hunched over and drooping. By sight, there was nothing at all appealing or attractive about this tree. Most would have just cast this pine tree into fire. Joshua Judah, though, was not like most people.
As Joshua Judah stood there looking at this frail and fragile tree, he made up his mind. He was going to purchase it. Joshua Judah then proceeded to walk over to the lot attendant. As he approached the lot attendant, he outstretched his arm, and with his index finger, he pointed. Joshua Judah then said to the lot attendant. "I desire to have that tree." He then proceeded to reach into his pocket and pull out what was needed, and he purchased that tree.
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