Death Doesn't Care

 

I've always wondered how it worked. A system of compliance. Why ask why, just do. 

This morning I did something I didn't want to do but I did it. There was a wasp nest that I had to eradicate for if I had not they would have, as the nature of a wasp is, been a danger where they popped their squat. I didn't like it. I knew I was killing and you say

It's a wasp nest why do you fret

I fret not and move forward

As I know they are just something different than me. 

Which can do more damage my dear I'm asked from a far as I connect and Channel and feed them more. 

Don't Play With God

 

There was a thing, there was a time... she tied her shoes around her feet to hold her to terra. 

I attended a thing dressed as a queen where a woman declared herself an identity of preacher as she spoke of a garden where she would escape and speak to God of all the things against her...her children and husband oh poor her so much to do dishes and laundry too. With pride this woman stood infront of a group of woman called Christians and declared herself most important.

There once was a man that loved the violin. He played the most beautiful music from that violin. He loved playing his violin more than anything in the world for it was that thing that brought him peace. He loved it more than his wife and child.

He did die and ended up in heaven. There he was with his violin and the Angels came to him and said

"You may not play your violin in heaven."

"What? Why?"

"Because God is a saxophone man."

So there this man was in heaven with no peace because his violin was not allowed to be played in heaven. His heaven was no longer heaven to him. 

One day he hears God playing the sax and says

"I shall join in today"

So the man picked up his violin and started playing

Plink

A few notes in God shows himself to the man and feels the wrath on his soul.

Don't play with God.

I've been telling you a story as you sleep on the sides, time to wake.

7257

 

Every once in awhile I See a flicker here or there. A shimmer where the leaf should be

The Cardinal showed his all true colour 

Always forward.

Khepri

 

Flip in the way here and there feel no despair 

There in no win here in the air, land or sea the way of God under the oak tree where the spiders weave.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

Happy New Year Brothers and Sisters

The sound of the tractor filled the sound. Bang bang bang

The leaves of the planted tree she watched them sprout and grow and then in time she heard the leaves hit the earth.

We

 

Go

Hey, Neighbor

 

There I was in an emotional state of thinking

Anger

Is not

Hate

Why do people feel anger? 

In the good old USSA we are supposed to be a constitutional republic with representatives that are supposed to speak with our voice. We don't have that.

How many city council electees or mayor stories are there where they are feckless citizens that either think they know better because they were elected (repeat, we elect a representative to speak with our voice) and do what they want or aren't really elected just selected would be more like it.

It might make people angry if we all agreed on some laws and then the elected decided not to enforce those laws putting regular Marsha, Martha, and Mary in harms way.

The saddest part of the story is that these people that represent* citizens are your neighbors that you have to live with and be kind towards while they add another fee to something and another camera to an intersection to film the crime, not stop it, or another housing area while they pipe your recycled sewage to your home for you to drink. 

Hey, neighbor. 

Follow the money and find the truth....and then what...we keep hearing the same stuff...

Don't do anything. Say it out loud...but don't do anything, protest peacefully?

Be still and listen

One day I'll tell you a story

The pharmaceutical companies and those that sell the poison? Be kind...it's just their job. 

The politicians...just doing their job.

The fda, the cdc, the first, the, the, the

...as I see more and more and more and more...

Shadow of the Beast

 

The serpents tongue flirted with the air

droplets of wax on the floor, one, two, three

candle flame left of before

heat from deep

in through the mind

waves escape and gather late

Last year at this time

I was whispering words

shedding my life tears

in ancient forgotten places

where a gift of a fig 

quenched my thirst 

for an old place of birth. 

Today I watched the shadow of the beast move before me, the sun at my back to the west I saw.

May God forgive us all.