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Songs of Art and Vibrancy
My father said, "Find the lost sheep". Deliver Christ's message!
Chico’s Little Trap On The Side Of The House
If anything can bring smiles to me its my adolescents, you know the innocent time when you find out your prankster side. The days were like weeks, the weeks like months, and the months were like years. My blue jeans had patches that my mom sewed on. Karen my sister had a cool Rhine stone demin jacket. We were blond longhaired hippie kids that saw the world as a palette of fun colors. All the kids on the block invented their worlds every day as if sculpting their playdo.
Yes our block was fantastic. We had a pool so by default my brothers, sister and I were in demand as playful hosts. Joyous childish voices splashed through the wooden fence. The light blue plastic pool and all its length of fifteen yards could have been an ocean for all we knew.
The almond trees outer surface could scratch like the best sandpaper. Sometimes we would Pogo Stick on the back patio in Eskimo jackets. My sisters’ face was never happier. Well playing bumpty bump in the pool brought out my sisters angel smile, reminding me of Jewels. The old tire inner tubes, we rode rodeo style, in the plastic pool, giggling bumpty bump until we fell in the gurgling water.
This funny farm house was the center of the world at least on our block. The haunted house was a hit. The casino was a bust, but our fort on the side of the house was the cool sanctuary. My garden is another story.
Yet with all the fun, periods of sometimes-symbolic warfare would break out. My impressionable mind witnessed a John Wayne movie that had a rope type dragline trap. John Wayne was my hero as a boy. Anyway too prevent invasions to my fort, I came up with a plan that did have a dark side.
The fort was very accessible from the east side of the house. No fence was there to prevent entry. The approach to the fort traversed over terrain, which comprised unfertile soil. Giant Oleander trees poised as sentries, created shade that impeded growth on the side of the house.
I decided to string a trip line from a stick, up the tree from which a heavy sand filled bag would hang. I dug a ditch a foot before the trip line and covered it with leaves. If it worked the victim would trip and fall on the line. The bag would fall on the sorry soul.
As the wars surged the neighborhood sort of reached an end to the make believe wars. Desperate measures were taken in efforts to gain the bliss we once had. I even had to execute a prisoner named Brett Read. He was only eight years old, an uptight kid, short chubby with blond hair. I just shot him with the rubber band gun, that Cheryl Lavender from across the street taught us how to make. Yes I had a crush on her.
One evening at supper time our step dad suddenly made me feel guilty. I suppose he found out about the trap and from the look on his pants. Well dust can look scary on dad’s pants. I was in for a reprimand, but I just wanted to laugh and I did laugh when I looked at my brothers, adding to my dad’s anger. Now I think of the shock on his face and its funny. He never told me exactly what happened; maybe he didn’t want me to be too sad about the trap and what could have happened.
The end.
Truth
Truth is compassion
Truth is caring for one
another
Truth is sacrifice
Truth is virtue
Truth is ultimately the Praise and Worship of God
Truth is derived from God
God suffered
in that he sent his son
Knowing the pain his son would go through
To redeem us
From sin which separates us from God
Satan the cause of sin
corrupted the first man and women
To sin
Adam and Eve chose to sin
They chose against God yet they were
Deceived
This sin has its present stage today
And is total chaos and like a roaring lion
Claims its victim
2nd Timothy describes this
time today
and we are in the final chapter of the
bible which is Revelations
The urgency for moral guidance
And saving souls is nobel
Before sides are ultimately taken
Resist the devil
Choose God
Now you may
ask
Why so much time to rescue us
Man chose against God
To truly learn from that mistake
Is to see all the wrong that
Happens with out God
54,000 years
is nothing compared to
the time the universe has existed which is
15.2 billion years
The point is when you make a mistake so utterly wrong
A bandage will not suffice and little
reprimand to send you on your way
Humanity needed to see the knowledge of
Good and Evil
Now with that knowledge we have to choose
what path
We must learn
from our mistakes
Striving for what is right
Being grateful
God is here
For our worship and protection
The Son of God
Through much resistance
Ended the rift between man
And God
To know your
spirit
Is to feel your conscious react to
What our actions and thoughts are doing
The spirit behind your ear
Tells you your making others happy
Or you are hurting another
Spirits vary in color represented by light
Your spirit senses extend beyond this world
Your spirit is a life force flowing from a chord
Attached to God
Our spirits transcend time
An animal does not have that
Faculty
Now there are other intelligent life forms
Those have this awareness
And just because they don’t have human form does not mean they are animals
Now if your spirit denies God you can cut yourself
Off and your spirit takes on a darkness
The opposite of God is Lucifer
My point is you are an eternal entity
Your choice of direction with your eternal spirit
Will have profound effects on your future growth
At some point one door will open the other will shut
And your decision with your spirit could end up
As the fruit of joy
Or the shaft of despair
Matter which is just a composition as if say clay
Material is tangible which is like a canvas of expression
The periodic tables of elements change at speeds of different flux
Matter is nothing more than temporary states of composition
Denying your spirit and believing in the elements
Through limited perception
Which are of the five senses is ignorance
And is limited faculty awareness
The world is a place that can
Blind you and direct you to only believe
In the five senses
If taken further the dark side
Will say you’re an animal
And those senses alone comprise instinct
Which is just animal
insects are near machine like and very low
thats why they creep
We are
indebted to God Now and before Time
For he is the reason we breathe
And for the creation of our souls
God is forgiveness
Canvas Eucalyptus Eternal place within eucalyptus branches Gently swaying in a breezy calm Enveloping demons in groves of chances During struggles with wooden foes of musty balm Splashed and sprinkled yellow flowers Pursued brushes waiting for life's sprouted season A tiered infinite panorama of mystical powers Enticed oils not to hesitate, for what reason I could worry waiting for yellow daisies Or paint make belief blossoms in haste Before angels vials lay waste Yet maybe voices lift the crazy Shadows in the mist Of muddy partial pastures These eyes will set your jewel so crisp From memories trotting past your cliff
Reminiscence A sleepy Galleon in the mist Beneath the orb of night Flickering candles kiss Hazel eyes delight These desires obliterate control Thoughts are elegant melons colliding with a soul Escaping into a crescent moon Memories translucent foe Her veins feed a frostbitten pump Another fix of dopamine Creamy skin so pristine She left tracks like a bruised bump Dispatch fifteen queens to the morgue Then squeeze a pawn into a knight Intertwined vital organs In rapture they laid the site This old church has artistic flair Listening I sense much despair Bleeding mind Far to much to bare The mind of lava With a cup of Joe's Java Lets hang oil painted pictures in here So we can get on with out her
Piercing Glitter Heated Hydrogen Swirling ebony heavens A moon full of gloom Beckon to eternity's love Hazy night sun sky My king stands In a loft 3 arches high No need to wonder why Fantasy and dreams are mine Escape from my mind Lets walk here's your sweater Shall we share a dime She sleeps in bars Never under stars She has fast cars No cares and children thats hers My lamps were dark Kettle hallowed liquid mold my heart quivers like a lark deliver me I hark A maroon cry Manipulate the floor Violate to the core Empty candle no more I adore
Angels Whisper, My ear is Sharp, Stand true Sheep Behold creation tremble A key moment of limbo As a preamble of Pandemonium Counts upon a slayer of man A struggle of dark forces with light In an age of arms done No more than a half decade Is a possibility foreseen bright? Destitute souls who followed Satan's plight My brothers judgement of thee Is hereafter my capacity to comfort right? All lamb's sheep contend against thee persecutor thy devil Unless yea give way to a spiral empty of light The almighty angels prepare for flight Adhere with me when the torrent falls I will provide solace Love our savior from Adam's fall Praise his father above all These days of perturbations shall soon pass Then utter joy will surpass Our time is wrought with pain Yet sunny meadows will remain Keep thy record clean Then crisp colors, gentle singing, and soothing waters will be seen
My Pockets are Worn These blue jeans are warm, like pockets are deep I have suit pants, like the pockets lose money My board trunks are magic, like the pockets died The skibbies are bold, like you stole the pockets fruit Once I had gold trunks, like there missing along with the pockets Black pants of power, like these pockets seem to sower Soft blue shorts that comfort, like you just eat those pockets Tight jeans so sexy, like these pockets are trouble White shorts cool for running, like the pockets are tired New trunks to replace missing trunks, like the pockets don't want to play Great grey pants too storm castles, like these pockets you turn away Those pants that are white, like you stepped on these pockets too Twin blue jeans I had, like you kidnapped them pockets Woman I hope your pockets are full
Timeworn Waters Mystic Lore I'm tired Glued to the mire Walk up and order java The car's old tires Rest in peace I have a baby niece Paint brushes submerged I'm deceased Heal heaven Heal earth Heal man Heal me Is hope in a paper cup Got to use soap today My surfboard is outside in the rain I'm at the end of my rope Gave up on the world Fools twirl Excepting death I'm lonely in this curl Heal heaven Heal earth Heal man Heal me Vast low forces strike Dragons breath upon me My light is a beacon Hope is what you see Dive deep Rescue me from this leap Had a Gallon of Guinness Weeping heart that's steep Heal heaven Heal earth Heal man Heal me I'm a humble servant A mission for the ages I suppose the label Manic makes it easy for you Lets join together and brake these cages Torn doorway Takes arrows from afar Patty I found the green rock Yowway rest on my shoulder
Sliding Through Waves In the groove Liquid can amuse Center is near Mood on the move From horizon to shore The survey was glass That quickened the score Must let go of the past Glide floating tide Smooth out these sails I'm an empty high Hitch Hiking through time Arms outstretched Palms caressed the air Heart afire Gliding through salt air In the groove Liquid can amuse Center is near Mood on the move Droplets like diamonds Extreme adrenaline in time Awash showered in loves rainbow This home often comes to mind Glide floating tide Smooth out these sails I'm an empty high Hitch Hiking through time Cool body dripping fire Ooohhh spray in the eye Joy ride Beyond desire In the groove liquid can amuse Center is near Mood on the move
Propaganda of Distraction Hidden agenda is here Exploiting candles within a sphere The world is a trap Hide your inner ear Remember when a family was a rock Guidance and reprimand It was like a fresh sock Mother that was grand Tear down twisted beauties walls You know the one which crawls My father said always lift sad ones to joy Why take a fall Children there is more than games Sewers that drain Are we blind to our High love Escape from worldly flames Cast the cob web out The snare of doubt Play with your yellow dump truck School is not out Tear down twisted beauties walls You know the one which crawls My father said always lift sad ones to joy Why take a fall Leave lobster and cat calls Rejoice as you slip out of his mall No need to slander No more you meander Comfort down trodden Never beat whom already on the bottom Hold on All is forgotten Tear down twisted beauties walls You know the one which crawls My father said always lift sad ones to joy Why take a fall
Loyalty Independent in a compassionate way Free to make decisions Like a Godly Ray Set by virtue in healing another's sorrow This ghost Keeps the moment forgetting tomorrow In battle the colors shine Impaled by divine Green arrows of sublime Faithful fidelity it commands Like a music band If joy leaves the room I'm the last to know I stay behind serving tranquillity For this sorrow you need not know
Many Song's Unsung Infinite Galaxy's swirl Many fantasies they entail What purpose universe Let my ship sail Surely life delights Sometimes living smites We are victims of greed Our strings sliced like kites A hub in a wheel Fifteen queens of love reel Milky Way's Center Is it synchronicity's doorway I feel Bleed & Breed Educated to what creed Blindly we walk our song not sung The will to survive then quietly we secede Exotic creatures abound Most lost and not found The mirror reflection sets traces of many faces These days upon the ground A hub in a wheel Fifteen queens of love reel Milky Way's Center Is it synchronicity's doorway I feel Hidden messages sent On the other side a portent May I show you a sign? Can Angels be blind? Where is my horse Hidden in your purse Some pepper with that I know its an odd verse A hub in a wheel Fifteen queens of love reel Milky Way's Center Is it synchronicity's doorway I feel
Manhood's Lament As green as the ocean As blue as the sky As sweet as the Jasmine Smells outside My feet upon soft sand wind in hand The man that I am Is feeling grand The troubles I had Now I must make a stand A pier so empty In a foreign land As strange as this sounds My life still abounds With hope that's profound In a world so unsound
Scriptures of the Stars What if I told you A mind must unfold Great mystery above the sea A map so old A signpost that shimmers Points once lost Truth set in the Heavens Come together at what cost The ghost has spoken Just another token Praise my Father I'm just the water A blindfold cast upon man Stars like the sand Shroud of Astrology It was Satan's Hand Myth like a maze Twist like a smoky haze Haughty disguise Turned Vase The ghost has spoken Just another token Praise my Father I'm just the water Look up at night Start at the arrow in sight Counterclockwise beginning gate Like a Momentous bible in flight For this knowledge I bestow I ask for a home Rip draco out of the heavens Let me embrace her soul into my own Clarity Millennia Gods Charity First falsehood must be dashed So a paradise can last The ghost has spoken Just another token Praise my Father I'm just the water
We left the cage Dismounted in a feudal age We left the cage Catapult be kind aim straight and narrow Heavyhearted gaze upon tower rage Black oaks like Pillars hide the show Strange palm leaves feather to an fro Wet dew drips against a fevered brow Memories can't let go Stricken tormented heart A bridge with 1000 arrows can't part My lady set her free This course I must chart Emerald blades rustle in the abyss These archers hide in the crevice Yet this silver flash will be upon me You have found your service As evening fell Green dragon banner lay in hell Her brown locks carefully placed Blood soaked bridge he destined to taste
My Painter Wife I go forth into romance By chance with a glance Make me realize my sighs Light brown eyes that hypnotize She was a caring soul Who made me whole? Her warm embrace Ended my chase I'm your favorite slave That can't behave I'm your favorite slave Take me to my grave She's so hard to please That's why I'm on my knees Now I wither about earth's tether She's like winter's icy breeze These eyes accept her oil painted flowers In place of her many given hours She was my painter wife Who stole my life? I'm your favorite slave That can't behave I'm your favorite slave Take me to my grave Angel in the frame Casablanca is really lame Your clothed in white against oil black doors of night Will you come back to the museum on the side of ocean daylight?
Her twisted mind Island so divine Is the wind ringing in the chimes? Crying Be kind to a man who is fine Look up a night In the twilight Beyond all oceans of matter With out you should I take that flight? Sweet scented women Rescue me from the deep Tangled experiences open up the reasons For her many treason's Island so divine Is the wind ringing in the chimes? Crying Be kind to a man who is fine I fade back to oaks When I was a boy with my folks Idle fun in the sun My heart was a boat Oh burned out shell Out of what hell Blackens your soul When she fell Island so divine Is the wind ringing in the chimes Crying Be kind to a man who is fine Now just a day tripper Where is the next stripper? Can't seem to focus Where is her slipper?
VATICAN: Why if you see Vatican You see the reflection of Satan Vial Can Olives trees blaze and bake Centurions like pawns they make A hammer shall loosen Then an encompassing quake This city has no right Sly pontiff void of sight Tramples under foot These Saints of light She is no longer a mystery The boot of history Lucifer this footwear Shall be your misery Surely artists compelled by your vanity Oh Italy No doubt beauty resides there I sense finality Yet substance never found Guided by death this town Lurking in the shadows Untruth all around Where is your rock Discarded down the block I'm sick Upon such a corrupt lot Vile slanderer comes forth under throne Black dragon your fruits Are known theocrats as they toil in your tomb Surround me Joust trickery Loathsome brother My green is not envy Tempt me Rape this armor Loneliness is wisdom Falsehood worships a cold cape Dark Angel Niezche with a rotten ear Crooked cross like a Holocaust Federal Reserve so queer Nazis like fools mate Beelzebub under estimates God's chosen sheep Humor me while I weep Empty Brother Displayed his rudder Smoking Latin Words that clutter Now my ship Like iron choked by water must uncoil With God's finest hour Rid me of you Thorn of unclean spirit The journey through fire You know no merit Surely I'm scared A fright hit me in the mouth While my father was teaching That awful day So Vatican seduce the UN Bruise asunder as you plunder Jesus hurls Lucifer through you millennial opened there coffins
Six First Strings I just picked up my 1st 6 string While strumming in the spring The first few notes and I was afloat I thought music was gay 31 years I pushed you away Teacher don't be a preacher Let me play on my own day Fender you are so tender I can't pay my lender We can hide Let's follow this ride Numb fingers joust in harmony Melodies resonate in my acoustic gallery I must be crazy Notes on strings vibrate out the lady Purple synapses arc To a dance of an electric spark In what hemisphere will I disappear? Pitches of you I can hear Fender you are so tender I can't pay my lender We can hide Let's follow this ride Chords and strings Can you stop a sword that's killing? My heart beats not from joy It's like a quarter note from her ploy
Indian Summer Blisters boil under feet Skin fries like rare meat Daisys of Sunset Cliffs lone sentenils pedals missed Scorched beach a treat Race across lava To jump in ocean water Prepare feet for boards flight El Nino doesn't really matter The masses gather upon sand It's obvious chores are on hold in our land Americas Inc. are a disaster They try to master free spirits like a dam The blazing sun sets securing everyone This day is not done until all visit oceans waterfall Later that night we dance with female savages by the campfire of delight Play guitar and we will be singing till dawn This Indian summer day so long Summers here then it's gone Its hit the trail, but not for long It comes and goes at its own whim You think fall has arrived but no its him The heat is a brave, a wandering spirit When the breeze is still you feel it, hear it Dash into tepees, and make love to your squaw Tomorrow maybe hotter and she wont want it This ancient coast Land of Diego people I see my tribe still On the fishing pier, in the clubs The surf shops, the cheap holes We drown ourselves in This pacific Indian Summer Oh the summer in O.B. Summers here so are the freaks All here to baste on the beach O.B. our little ghetto by the sea During the summer someone is always higher than me I don't mind this at all As long as everybody is having a ball Oh the summer in OB when the summer drifts away You will want to stay for another summer in O.B. Oh B where the debris meets the sea And the average tattoo is thirty three Oh B our ghetto by the sea Where there is somebody higher than me This Indian Summer not just a dreamy fantasy
My Identity Revealed Here I sit on a rock Far from home Yet I'm not alone How far I roamed Only god has known What I sow I reap I yearn for a peep To blend and become one With my soul
The Dying Artist Negativism Like ebony ice Flays expressionism
There's no truth in
complacency
Ode to the Celt Hunted man Celtic Alps Where is the Clan Tribal land Torcs naked battle Overwelmed Take Barbarians cape Now Escape
Stardust Kids Held on as long as I could The wind is blowing Swirling crisp breeze Through the trees of pine leaves Am I living a fantastic dream? That's just beautifully mine Five voices tickle my toe I believe they are found in Ursa Minor cause Jesus told me so
Hearts Crushed, slashed, pierced, stripped, pricked, collapsed, crumpled, tossed, lost, diced, trapped, smashed, chased, snared, corrupted, polluted, cursed, blackened, jaded, crazed, ditched, eclipsed, baked, etched, seduced, snipped, crippled, purchased, enslaved, tortured, transplanted, hollowed, diseased, shot, concave, eaten, beaten, chained, scared, plundered, sold, smoked, caged, cheated, scarred, raided, verisimilitudinous, killed, beguiled, bluffed, deceived, cozened, deluded, double-crossed, juggled, misled, mocked, sold out, sucked in, took, pit & pendulum, sodomized, carterized, raised, blazed, baised, racist, hated, mated slated, gamed, martyr, Cain,
The Fight I already no dirt I'm equipped to flirt Put back your guns of hurt I will tear your shirt You may drown Or suffer sorrow profound My heart is blubber Leave my rusty town Resist go away My shirt is torn You can live another day You so forlorn Hit a mountain Kick a rock Leave quick or your mound I will sock
Tiger Let me crawl Under your skin Teach me your call We are kin Pluck monkeys Choke zebras Snare lions Tease limas Heart of jade Under mans blade Your treasure humanity may never understand He trys to raid Can't see your tail Feather between weeds Voodoo for sale Melody tye die such zeal Float Little dice Cries my wife Spice rise above a knife Heart of jade Under mans blade Your treasure humanity may never understand He trys to raid Silent invisibly crouched Like parched soil in mud Whispers death so swift Transports souls without a rift Eyes like falcons Paw like ebony leopards so raw Heart kills cheaters quicker than cheetah's Glacial purity mind I saw Heart of jade Under mans blade Your treasure humanity may never understand He trys to raid Hidden in bush Under bog Between black forests Of fog Tiny cub like a monet Slip away Bathe in wicker Safe for another day
When the killers hit the street!
Play your guitar so sweet
Don't follow their feet
Ezekiel 33
Insight from above
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