
Roots
age of superficiality
devoid
ignorant of history
age of deception
evolution
replacing biblical truth
our heritage
age of supericiality
though steeped
on ultra technology,
age of the electron
age of AI
worshipped indirectly
by the masses
we aren't just flesh
we are spirit
ever see a spirit arise from
a body?
right after death
the videos on internet
are replete with tbis
supernatural data
in this
our supernatural heritage
open your eyes
forget about the lies,
shoved down our throats,
the primordail soup,
the evolutionary
so called theory,
out of the depths
of satan's playbook
perfect to deceive
over many
year's programming,
easy to believe
. . . it takes intelligence
to build living beings
suspended planets,
stars,
hubble telescopes
microscopes,
the retina
the magnificent brain,
things unseen
the philosophies . . .
the divine creation,
you and me,
far above beyond the spun,
the twisting,
the philosophies,
the lies robbing
the truths of life,
get back to our roots,
go back to the garden of eden
original parents of all humans,
. . . adam and eve
africa
mesopotania
fertile crescent
egypt
palestione
the land of ur
israel
the bering strait, . . .
king of kings
the passion
the resurrection
the robe
the ten commandments
Jesus Christ,
Superstar,
feel him coming,
new era
right around the corner
suddenly,
Boom!
purple portal
ok,
so easter aye?
well this write is inspired
by another writer on same subject
. . . i see with child eyes
purple,
the ubiquitous,
custom of thin plastic,
spaghetti tufts,
stuffed into thin wooden baskets,
painted rustic,
stripped with red,
bluish purple,
pastel hues
i see sunlight translucent
through
those purple
yes,
sunlit violet purple
piercing softly through my pupils,
to retina brain,
transcending,
into my soulish, spirit brain
those thin,
simple plastic spaghetti,
of purple tufts,
that carry me even today,
into and through,
a magical portal,
moving my spirit
into a burst of gentle,
spontaneously subtle,
inner joy,
here was
and is though brief
a place of peace,
soft and secure . . .
like a deja vu moment
a place of green,
fresh clean living grass
cool to the bottoms of bare feet
in fields of,
royal violet,
blue blended,
swirling purple hues,
spinning moments of child wonder
nostalgic seas of memories,
quiet laughter,
in search of colored,
dyed,
boiled eggs,
borne by yesterday
today,
six decades later
of muddied, muddled
life and living
blended with tints
of clarity expectation
and wonder,
dimly lit by the swiftness
of the pain passed
into this moment
of translucent easter's purple,
i see,
by eyes of faith
the eggs,
signifying the new life,
rebirth reborn,
resurrection
of Jesus king of glory
dressed in Royal robes,
Lord and Savior
of mankind
done
i'm done trying to count,
every grain sand
every fallen leaf,
the weight of the earth
the segments in an ant's
antennae,
done searching the cosmos,
the frailty of flesh
its short life span,
done plotting a bucket list
done living for tomorrow
today is enough
it will all end in
with countless things undone
i'm tired,
it doesn't matter anymore,
i've reached my time limit,
the end of my rope
nothing matters
but a short left stint
of opportunity
to just live,
just live and know the truth
nothing,
literally nothing
surprises me anymore,
good is good
and bad is bad
it just doesn't matter
except to bathe in good
now,
the only thing left is,
simple, . . .
i hate lies,
i hate greed,
i hate theft,
and i hate murder, . . .
i love the innocent,
like children
and animals
like pets,
. . . get my drift?
if you don't,
it's just fine,
because
i'm done
trying to convince
done trying to please anyone
except to love them
but,
only if they let me
yeah,
that's it . . .
i'm done apologizing
psycho analyzing, . .
done
except that,
if anyone comes up to me,
and really wants nothing,
just me,
my attention,
my words,
my love,
i will,
i will freely give
all of it
peace out
the thump thump
thump
the bang bang
bang
the clashing of metal
the roar of engines
big and small
the bark bark
bark
the neighbors' din
the music pollution
the unwelcomed unauthorized noise
in city
and even what is home
little wonder
no time
with mind vexation
plenty of
kills the value of
time
none much left
to pray
dr. zhivago
fatigue kicks in
mind control
frequencies
2g
4g
5g
ukraine
tunnels
biolabs
evergreen
children
can you think of
shakespeare?
harp
chemtrails
weather modification
biochem foods
fake news
regurgitated spew
gone with the wind
lonesome dove
tchaikovsky
stairway to heaven
can you pray to GOD
the creator?
road rage
open borders sabotage
ice
refund the police
defund the terror cells
antifa
fires
floods
earthquakes
tornados
maui
lahina
lasers
harp
bluebeam
drones
cdc
un
monarch
viruses
fogs
flickering lights
power grids
einstein
tesla
oppenheimer
ohio
north carolina
new york
texas
remaining
social media
can you read a great novel?
like gone with the wind
or any classic of great literature?
do you have the strength left
to meditate upon
the meanings?
world peace?
how 'bout
mental peace
oh beautiful
i peer through
english hardwood,
walnut dark
and polished
i see through english
leather,
thick and smooth ,
satin grained,
opaque,
yet reflecting,
soft,
through velvet light
i see past it,
i see from england,
land
to
rough grained wood
that speaks
from within
who tells about
voices and lives
ingrained within
like within
a turning,
rough hewn,
calistoga wagon wheel
i see
and feel the ions,
taste them,
of iron,
cast into stoves
and plows
i see,
rough hewn,
saw milled boards,
ghost wood,
dust layered
planks,
yellow light
specks suspended
at times the white light,
its rays
like silver platinum
shine between the planks,
upon
calico skirts
and corn cob dolls
spinning looms
homespun threads
i see the beauty
of tindale
and king james'
scripture
they came,
from england blessed
. . . oh beautiful
with spacious skies . . .
i see
the old roads,
willing to take me home . . .
i see golden haired,
lasses and lads,
freckled in the sun
. . . with amber waves of grain . . .
i hear the melodies
of love
clean and pristine
to a land
returning,
then
and soon
to be the
glorious becoming,
the now
. . . with purple mountains
majesty . . .
i see
a renewal with,
ghostly forms
and voices crying,
sighing,
shouting
for deliverance
which only
he
can bring
. . . and bring
he will
though we be still
on the cusp,
on the threshold,
the brink
of disaster,
yet,
He will
intervene
and making it
good and right
even now
which you can see
if you open your spirit
eyes
. . . above the fruited plain . . .
America . . . !
Next
I've been dreaming in full
living color
lately
i dreamed of a beauty mark,
yes,
a slight mole
on a beautiful woman's upper lip
next night i saw
a woman with a beauty mark
on her beautiful upper lip
on the t.v. screen
i saw a bill board sign the next day,
along a well known freeway
with the name louis on it in bold,
a few minutes later
while still driving
a real louis
called me
i had a premonition
the next day,
about my 13 year old dog
had to do with her health
and yes,
within the next days
following
she died
on our last trip together
we were far from home
at the same place
i met a navy man
he flew fighter jets
and military helicopters
cool man
trying to find himself
on the road
got home the next day
the t.v. shows a navy fighter pilot
looking alot like the acquaintance
been thinking alot
about mortality
short lifespan
the quickness
of the passage of time
yesterday,
before the next days came,
i pondered,
when i was young
all my loved ones once here
now gone
i'm next
i've had the prophetic
of the modern prophets,
dreams and outcomes
come to pass
signs and leads from God
affecting me
i realize
i live in an alternate
state of mind
i know many things
with not enough words to define
them
and no one to listen to me
about them
and if they did listen
they would appear to hear
they would feign,
but not understand
nor care
i remain silent
stoic
working the motions
holding my spiritual breath
invisibly,
crawling out of my tormented skin
enduring the mundane
the stupefying outcomes
of what i know
will come next
regarding human behavior
i've seen beginnings
but no ends
ends
but no beginnings
i've seen beauty beyond description
in nature
and all of creation
within my utterly limited boundaries
of observation,
wildlife and humans
with predictable repetitious endings
with seeming new
non ending repetitions
always ending
hard on my heart all this
a torment to my mind
knowing the truth is not enough
i thirst
i hunger
and invisibly cry
with mostly a deadpan look
worn on my face
all of us are running here and there
with seeming short lived objectives
non lasting fruit
next days have come
so i went to see,
carol king,
a theatre play
an unexpected friend
of a friend
named carol attended with us
another next day came
it later brought my dog's death
by stroke
as in aneurism
next night
i too
exhibited
unexpected
similar symptoms
stumbled about
having risen from bed
near mid night,
losing equilibrium
with headaches
for the next three days
following . . .
thought i was next
like my beloved dog,
but somehow,
it seemed,
four shots of jameson
y'know
the whiskey,
cured me
in the theatre,
while watching
with the carols
era’s end
i looked down from a safe
and private haven
with eyes of spirit deep
unclouded by the film
of crooked,
pagan politics' stain
upon a green room stage
i saw with unblemished
eyes
and mind clear of spell
a thin man
with neck just as thin,
awful specters surrounded him
appearing in suits and gowns
applauding,
like normal humans
his bulging eyes,
straining hard
to sift,
to steal some truth
to feed concocted lies
spilling venom
from a wicked heart
from the depths
i saw arise
streams of vile
phantoms
swirling
spinning
round his head
as on the stage
of myriad lights
and cameras aimed
at his sickly jaundiced face
his words flowed
and struck the air
reverberating throughout
the webs
near and far
worldwide
some believed
others did not
with mind
and soul,
eyes wearied of lies,
i witnessed hypnotic
poison words spewed,
words to kill
and did,
and does,
the young
the middle
and the old,
while i saw him soundly sleep
upon his bed
unaffected
undaunted
unreflective
of his own mortality,
his aging skin
his greed within
upheld by world's power
gollum's breed
. . . and i wondered,
how long before,
the truth and bright,
light
of vindication,
will arise
and arouse
the slow to wake,
for angel spirits
to take,
with all his ilk,
off the illuminati stage,
and us to see,
from every rooftop,
no hidden ploys
the liberation
of the populace,
free of mind control
. . . and it will come
the expose is even now progressing
and will
come to its climactic
end
bring the need
Sunlight bright
like white sharp
rays made by squinting eye
greet me through
shower window
beyond words
impossible to express
even via compressed
download files
is
are the thoughts
feelings of
he runs the universe
and all things in it
every atom
every sub atomic particle
muons, lepiquarks
and deeper still
beyond imagination
i kneel
the superficial
the digestion of food
automatic
involuntary
like
all functions
i worship
i see him
the simplicity
of the human will
take
eat
sleep
shop til you drop
today and tomorrow
rinse
repeat
LA burns
the east Freezes
volcanoes erupt
the sea rages
man sleeps
until calamity strikes
his own backyard
and even then
runs
as he should,
and then
rinse repeat
Lord
please place
in our hearts
a need for you
mid page
the page i've written about,
it has turned
after it,
many more are to come
but first the nightmare
following then the good
the exposures
will be seen worldwide
the disclosures
of those who have manipulated
behind the scenes
controlling our mind
finances
freedoms
there has been a victory
justice
like a freight train
has descended
here come de judge,
from a celestial throne
the eating of cake
will not last long
the twilight night
is to come
the remaining reptilians,
swamp creatures,
remaining
hiding
lurking
in the shadows of our political buildings,
our institutions
in secret myriad dens,
though many inhabited
by many righteous ones,
who support the love of children
and humanity,
all over the world,
those in mind control,
these types,
the swamp creatures,
will meet their demise
by the hand of mighty warriors . . .
we will see it,
both physical land ones,
and invisible mighty ones
at the behest
of the captain of the host
the Lord himself
a red sea moment,
the world,
land sea and air
will see it,
pillars of fire
ice wind
fire and quake
shaking
kingdom come . . .
this page will fully turn,
along with others
turning
turning
to the ending chapter
of this era
we have sweet respite
even in the midst of hidden dangers
for now . . .
brief /
/ / / be on the alert fellow righteous ones
friends of truth,
equity honesty and love
the hidden ones who crossed borders
they are still here and about
both sea coasts . . .
in the sky
look up
look to the one who has rescued
and will rescue us
when the curtain falls
the night will not last long,
this mid page will too turn,
at its end,
there is a wondrous epilogue
Temptation
Could be chocolate,
Maybe looks
Might be something simple,
Maybe catches your eye:
“Oh damn, so pretty!”
Like someone a rival took
You want it too
You need it back
Maybe you never had it
So you just want it
Something trivial
Maybe turned to something big
Makes no matter what it is
Nothing’s hid from temptation’s
Grip
If it’s small it can change
Turn to big and appear
As she or he
Disappear and reappear
In your feet, or in your hands
In your loins or
In your heart
Temptation fills the earth
And sky
Fills all minds and
Envelopes
All living thing’s reality
Common to all humanity
Works with good
Works with gold and silver
Even dirt,
Wood or junk
Even dreams
Temptation overruns
Small minds, big minds
Brave and coward
It breeds with everyone
Little boys
Little girls
Men and women
Follows all to the grave
There’s no limit what it can do
Temptation hides when you’re awake
Growls when you’re afraid
Lulls you in your sleep
Robs you of your worth
Making you its slave
Whips you with what you crave
Rapes you repeatedly
Then mocks you with its sneer
Temptation shames you before a lover
Then entices you with her nakedness
Burns you with her scent
Tantalizes you with her lust
Pulls you with her claws
Tortures you with your own eye
Temptation catches you
With your own snare
Humiliates you
With your own pride
She will kill your family with extortion
Enslave your thoughts
Swamp mud suckin’ at your feet
Lookin’ like a clown in defeat
Thrown out into the street
For all to see your nakedness
Skeletons dancing
Leaving your closets bare
Temptation has you blushing
To the devil’ din
Pulling, tearing
Ripping, shredding
Parasitic, parallactic you
Sucks your blood
Sucks your groin
Stains you with her bile
Perfumes you with her smile
Caresses you will her silken skin
Climaxes you with her guile
Then you vomit the next day
As you reach for her another way
You stagger and you swim
In desperate efforts to win
Over her
She drags you down again
And again
She holds you there
You don’t care
You let her,
You’ve said you won’t a million times
And yet you push in again
Again and again . . . and sin
Again
Enticed again by her naked grin