Game

 

Allen Iverson 

"You talkin bout practice?!"

"You talkin bout practice?!"

"I'm talkin bout Game!"

Gem on A Mine

 

Rockets in front of thee

staged through windows to See

vision of a future 

Seeds free for ye

time is set

2 till 12

3 gold flames reach their light

five balls still silver clear and more 

pink glow sky in the east and the west

pale horse to the right 

holy flowers bless this place

 

time is set

2 till 12

hallow holes in the whole light

all knowing eye with a floral pink light

a pale horse 2 riders bring a fright

into the mind the fruit grows 

where X marks the spot

a Patch all will know

How do you thank God?

Between Earth and The Stars

 Mysterious. 

You can change your name but you can not change your past which is who you are until you become, or not.

The old black crow bare of feet 

stayed her self for what would be

A vision of catastrophe  

heat burning all around 

left hand held right hand down

arms wide open

the whole world in her hands

Who am I to have a say? 

Who am I not.

There seems some confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance the space between two becoming one. 

There seems some confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance a man in a woman's space.

There seems to confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance a word till it becomes none. 

Just because you can

does not mean you should

the chat of ethics in the air 

is pathetic and makes me not care

a disingenuous here

a disingenuous there

your soul a waste

she whispered 

loud and clear

The beast has woken

right before your eyes

You have been told some stories that just aren't true vii visions that lead to catastrophe 

it be not there but it be true just not the way you envision it so

so as some do, look for clues to help you through what eternal is true

correct the ways of bygone days

and maybe you won't fall out of the boat and drown into nothing when you begin your ride down the river Styx, for Death knows truth between false even when false drapes itself in a lie.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

She sat upon Saturn 

visions be near

Jupiter

the moon

and mars all in ear

the bull rises in gemini

a fight be here

between earth 

and the stars

Pax Tibi

 

the water flowed from above as they hid the stray away below

none to see who would believe even if they saw 

the fire in the sky

there stood the 2 angels before her then multiplied in numbers to high to count

swords in hand an orange glow 

tentacles of sun rays welcoming and soft

a flower petal that will soon know death

when the water stops and the cold starts

still above one left eye drawn heavy with coal

all they thought was holy

pinned down by the destroyer

a practiced craft through time and space

where songs and words mark a place

there in the shimmer she saw a glimmer 

as the dead danced beside her

ready to set the pace

Pax Tibi

Alhamdulillah

Can You See It

You can take your shoes off 

 walk bare on this grass

cool to the touch

 soft underfoot

We will encounter a few bumps

 a bruise here or there

 when we get to the end

 I hope you will See life. 

Please fair warning though

 branches of knowledge 

 seems come out from outer space 

you didn't see it

 because you weren't looking

If you run into one

 and it smacks you in the eyes

 it's a trick

 keep your eyes open

 it just burns a bit

 for a tiny amount of time

 

In my minds eye I go back to Abraham when the confusion of discontent noise enters the arena of clear divisive thought. No, not Jacob...I'm looking for an answer that can not be confused, a story of old to show me the way 

and the only way I can show you is take you on the path while I tell you some stories.

I once tried out for a writing spot and made the team; it was atrociously fun what we were doing, pirating shows and adding commentary. I dabbled in the real house wives and the fringe of the universes which were all fake and contrived, low hanging fruit to throw around and make a mess, examples of what nots...

...but I never knew if I was actually good at the art of writing.

The position I did not earn as I was chosen via vote, and like most normal everyday people you go to those that like you for as many votes as you can...I don't know if I was chosen out of merit because I rigged the system, we all do if we can. It's a popularity contest, yes, it was writing so it had substance but too many give false praise because they want to live in a world that is    not       uncomfortable? 

It's an uncomfortable place to pop a squat and truly think about your own capabilities and the truth of your self. We call it knowing your dark self, the jihad, it's the wrestling with the way you order importance and act upon this way, the wrestle is to submit yourself to Gods rules. It is not a wrestle to know you did wrong, everyone knows when they are doing something wrong, even psychopaths -kristins definition of psychopath, someone that acts in a way where they are not responsible for their actions, you made them do it. It's a bad trait for a culture to survive let alone thrive, we are on demise as they eat their own and the children blame the parents for being human. We don't want people behaving in this manner so we give them a name with a solid definition to wary others to not trust them. 

Consequences roll Good and bad. 

anyway

My mom and I were chatting the other day with concerns to all the drugs the teachers, administrators, therapists, parents and all hand out like halloween candy...poison for the childs mind, body, and soul. 

    "If the teachers had told me that I could have given you or your lion of a brother a drug and that would calm you down, by heavens I woulda probably done it."  

She probably actually would not have done it, it was a joke, and the truth is always funny. We were a handful of four bodies with different heads. One golden and perfect, a crown upon her head, another a lion of intellect and strong movement, yet another a loud quizzical child in constant movement, and then the other a beautiful man with a natural knowledge of all things. All of us, our Fathers angels and if you ask mom anything you get the truth and a, "love you more." We are our Mother's stewards. 

Can you imagine what life was like for a quizzical child raised in a literal house of God, the first church, building one, apartment one, and yes we sang kumbaya as I sat at the feet of a Pakistani man, I don't recall his name, forgive me, as he played the guitar in our living room, with our very own teachers, experts all in their fields. Religious teachings with open minds and real hands on knowledge of the universal world; all of it, nothing was ever removed from the table, except dessert. (We didn't grow up with desserts, We, "deserted the table.")

Anyway, it was a fun way to grow up, free with a few rules to respect to keep everything civil. 

Let me tell you a few more stories please as we meander down this path

BrownNut the other day texted me a story of how for 3 weeks she refused to take the trash to the curb, because, she always does it and has asked for help. She stopped doing it to see if they noticed. They did. She didn't want to ask them any more, she's strong and tough but she's not their wife or mother, men need to take their own trash out.  

Patience is a virtue that pays off in dividends. I want to insert a pager joke here.   

I have a great deal of gratitude, I could have been born to anyone, anywhere and my children are literal gifts from God. 

Thanks for walking down this path with me, I started with Abraham and not Jacob with purpose, I also did not choose Jesus, lessons to learn all around. Abraham showed his brothers and sisters the truth of one God, he was saved and his brother was not. 

I thought we learned long ago not to sacrifice our children through the story of Abraham?  

In 2020 they poisoned as many minds as they could reach, they reached the whole planet except for one tribe on the Amazon and another on some island I think near Indonesia. It's been a long process to get us to this point, I'm not sure of the percentage amount of Churches and religious orders that have been taken by the new identity religion, where you idolize yourself and tell God to praise you because you are deserving.  

Never forget what they did. 

There are earthly consequences 

there have to be or we are not. 

We apply the word of God 

We amplify the word of God. 

God shows us if we are doing it correctly or not through feed back if you can See it

Here We are, can you See It.

The Golden Rule

 

Morals ethics values; I woke with those words in my minds eye to focus upon before the morning star

What do these words mean? In truth for them to mean anything they would have to matter and have a solid core for all to understand.

We don't have real conversations about how we should treat one another, or talk about one another. I hear, "Golden rule" which is to treat others as you would like to be treated.

This is mostly to those that have hijaked my name source and called it their own and pollute the true ways of God's goodness.   

Question..."Why do we not point out behavior that is morally corrupt? 

Question..."What are morals?" 

Answer, "What do you value?"

Death comes for everyone.

Question..."Why are you here?"

Answer..."God gave you life, so you could worship Him, so you could love Him, so you can make more that worship and love Him.

"Exercise! Exercise!" 

a hollowed out sound 

from the loud speakers 

several miles away 

floated through the air. 

Trucks with heavy tires rolled down the busy road,

 one by one 

as normal everyday people

 went about their business with blinders on 

When you raise children that are excused for bad behavior

You raise adults that excuse their own behavior

For what ever rhyme or reason they give themselves. 

Pray tel

What is your own system of belief? 

Question...if your system of belief excuses your behavior because you believe you are loved and can have what ever you want?.

Multiple choice...

a, "will there be consequences from other people when you take* or do something to someone else?" 

2. what kind of trust does it build in a family or community when their is no trust?" 

III. I saw a Vguys joke this am and wondered how many people wouldn't get it. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

This is all about application, self reflection, and how to teach and why we teach this way.

 

Positive feedback is bad in the world of the EE

Angels Take Flight

 

Into the clouds 

watch them go by

battle of ages right before your eyes

Into the clouds 

watch them go by

may they shade your way

on sunny days

let their water quench your thirst

there is one God

above those clouds

Master of all

children below

take haste and uncover your head

let the clouds seed you

the moon and stars will show the way

the sun will nourish your soul

Be still and listen

One day I will tel you a story

application is the key