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A view from our paradise home
Faith & Mercy's abode
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
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
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Twain Spirits
Through time as we spend Close days set forever Eternity is our way Seek goodness to care for another Selfless service Then your twain spirit draws near Your twainspirit connects you to What is right?
Our love sores Mingle in mettle Fight the false believe For our fight is against the deity that Uses matter for cruelty!
Take up your sickle Gather unto the sick and weary
Laugh and love 7 Joy and music Pick everyone up and let Them see happy faces Of love
I have eternity with my lover Never let go Of our connection My twain spirit
Fight on never give in To what trys to Divide twain spirits Crush the wicked faith Turn false believers to God
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King of Kings Down through the passage of time and now to the end of this epoch What has become of man without compassion? These blessings given yet not received in faith Many seek in earnest their own glory by any fashion and taste Humbled and brought down men find no wisdom in loss Why succumb to anger and let vanity make you a waste Therefore the wind blows and you know not its course This world you adore is not a kind host Too say there is a better way is right Anointed was he that came for the highest post Lifted off our shoulders the iniquity of our plight His language was like no other, dividing the darkness from the light A sacrifice most don’t believe Thus will be the greatest torment Have you ever walked in sandals comforted by a warm summer’s wind as finch’s serenade? While you cross the neck of the trickling stream, an Oak tree reaches out like a faithful friend The fruit you carry to your companion, awaits a pie too be made Happily this couple continues on to the wooden house around the bend The long journey to the father’s house of the groom comes to an end The bride who waited through much suffering now at last is about to be married The groom who broke his back while buying the ring was never buried The father says, after your thousand-year honeymoon the wooden house is yours This land will care for you and love will grow Into your cup he pours A unity between peoples sharing smiles of affection is what we know This spirit will be common a joy is known Stir your heart as you listen to hope that is true I promise you will see love forever not fading to blue As we wonder with great awe the travail of the world Do we not see flowers in the desert, That some day bloom in the spring? Yet the dragon desires them to be weeds of his Vail Even if bows are broken the enemy will resort to a sling That is desperation when one knows defeat is near You say what is the prize of this unseen struggle There are many souls on the fence and only two pastures are here Misled multitudes step down into falsity were fools find no footing in the mire Believe the divinity acting with care and a peaceful meadow you will acquire Would you curse the savior that lifts you out of drowning waters? Do you choose to reward the old serpent that shuts you in a burning house? The battle is today and the twinkling of the eye tomorrow Whose coat will you borrow?
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Love is a daisy, turned into a weed, which blossoms
into a Rose
Ancient fragrance of innocent
youth
Oh how you shine you the glory
of time
Eloquent heart proclaims
tender truth
This love sets me at ease for
joy you bind
The light of mercy whom became
a weed for me
All that pain lifted off me by
Jesus on a tree
Forgive me I believe in yea
God you care for me
How might I serve thee?
Oh those depths you saved me
from
Never depart our hearts become
one
After three days you came back
Care and compassion of a dove
Jesus the rose of love
Israel
Many eons ago
In a forgotten land
To know
We rejoiced
With the father
Of joy and bow
A bird like a crow
Crept out
To betray our lovely
Tranquility
Our rock was shattered
And many scattered
To our dismay
Many floundered
On the boat of flint and powder
Can it not be the enemy?
Of misery that trodden
Sanity
Oh look the lion of Judah roars
Jaws agape
His divine will on earthly shores
Who can escape?
As crystal rivers of healing waters
Unladed hearts that diamonds scores
Of spiteful birds talons
Iniquity it pours
All have fallen to vanity
And set aside divine adoration
Surely when you seek me
You will be made mighty in me
As you take this tree from us
Oh lost children of Israel
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Red eyed demons
It was now That I thought Many ploys and found Corrupt sorceress Graven images upon altars Where defilement of gross inequity As demons danced in fear and begged me For mercy I said Make a slave and rob a soul Why you have trampled on the Holy Spirit Now add more coal on you already eternal pain It is better to not add more pain logic states While you cannibals ate
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On his day of sacrifice
In his being
He turns men to mice
The mighty one walks
While with fear demons shake
On his day of conquering
Eternity shall awake
This mighty king
Gods great son and his pride
Who will come to know him?
And in his merciful peace abide
Look at the great king
In his power great love does he bring?
The master of the universe
I listen as he calls to me
But it is I that should seek him
With him forever
In my humility
Who and how can you satisfy
Such a master
Oh wait my love and devotion is all he
Wants you see
Give omega to Jesus Christ for he is perfection
Satisfying the Father eternally
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Diablo of Mendacity
When you set joy to the sky Will contentment clamor or settled desires fulfill? Freedom waits yet what choice complicates us to fly Wisdom is found in what way a heart sits still Joy and mercy from our creator Gently the comforter emanates ethereal light Yet oh dark one who loves a palace to praise an ego maker Pride so heavy that’s snaps a cord from heavens eternity When a fallen morning star deceives flesh with idolatry Angels notice demons gathering an army The son of man arrives with a shout Too the suns depth how must one dig his grave This black rake on the clay as a sifting furnace on a gang A mighty mind is easily ensnared by Satan’s fang
Once long ago the same battle fought in bliss A cherubim abundant in all splendor and accordance Guardian of fire steadfast in pride changed his existence A Glacial desire to beguile and find mutual mastery Set out for worship likened to the almighty Corrupt thread wove into that new serpent’s tapestry Angels by a ruse became demons of the night How unlike in heaven are earthly mortals seduced through his ancient charms? What can a mere human resist that an angel cancels out? The day is yours so find a doctrine without alarms A path of Christ is devoid of demons that bring doubt Be of the spirit welcoming Christ as your believe Oh the joys and peace you will find while you leave temptation behind Look profound these times notice a revelation sign
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Montana
Flying through the blue wheat A fiery Montana orange sky Beyond this evening summers treat Every lie where my archers die
Rolling hills and flat valleys Was Montana a women’s idea The comfort of its galley Clouds puffy and surreal
Yes I’m poor a loner without land But unbroken by my falls I don’t believe a philosophy of Ann Rand I need Christ and my spirit mate not walls
She is blond and her hair has been many colors She yodels and she once was a lioness This women of Eden has been many mothers She has a famous voice and she is an enchantress
Take care, of her fat mare Christ needs me down here We shall be joined its only fair I owe ransom to Jesus so I stay to the rear
The world is a powder keg I have a voice so hear me out Take my Angels and give her a cloud while I break a leg The ride on 15 was almost my last with out a doubt |
This Shield
Life is a mystery
A wonder of reality
Do I need a compass
Where my feet step watch my frailty
As the deep gathers around me
All Mighty God this sorrow I feel is a constant wound
Do I have a spirit mate?
Am I dreaming?
Is this an illusion?
Please take my cup away
If the one I know is mine
Yet I can’t have
For what is a shield?
If I don’t have a lover of mine
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War
Here I am treason Our ego and avarice the reason Gold, God, Woman or land Drought so no food this season
Oh cultivated laced beauty Betray our rapture and tranquility She assails her doctrine and flees to her homeland This maiden the queen of treachery
It’s all about wielding power To influence people like watering a flower Hopefully for freewill Maybe a ruse to enslave from an ivory tower
Idol of affection Monstrous and vile in contention Golden power an altar of oozing blood Valued greater than God such illusion
Here I am treason Our ego and avarice the reason Gold, God, Woman or land Drought so no food this season
Poor man fight my war I promise respect and lore Go off and kill nationalism Please the screams can be your horror
It’s all about wielding power To influence people like watering a flower Hopefully for freewill Maybe a ruse to enslave from an ivory tower
Cardinal sin with lust Pontiff covet that wealth in a gust A Pope wages war and remembers to kill the meek Bishop provokes death and makes it just
Here I am treason Our ego and avarice the reason Gold, God, Woman or land Drought so no food this season
Agony and terror the limbs flung spurting A torture victim groans from another slice and is hurting Many bodies mutilated and dead for a few feet of terrain Men grappling gouging each other’s eyes that are stinging
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Muslims
Your carpet like incense of deceit
Muhammad rushes to violence with his feet
Infidels and the Koran of lies
Soon sorrow is what Allah Muhammad shall reap
How many have you blinded Beelzebub
Live by the sword die by my pens snub
Take thy blade out of my back
My eyes are aware of your false club
Your turbans and opiates
Operatives the demons counsel of associates
Tao Buddha Confucius say no sin
While Belial meditates
Muhammad you fool
Prostrate before God not Allah the mule
Christ is above all in Peace
Yet the Koran is a spiteful tool
I blow my horn
The Dome of the Rock on the Mount is torn down
I see you crows once again across 1000 years
Ball Allah Muhammad the forlorn
| A sea worthy Dragon The dragon came alive Upon a sea of many waters A Seabee of naval warfare The battleship was its lone survivor
It’s fourteen eyes Buoys of surprise The boats dart back and fourth Bishops the destroyers of love
Below the carriers decks Prowlers of the depths Three sharks with periscopes Tackle the orient express
NATO beckons its call The 10 Kings are all ignorant One True King Reigns JESUS
Where is my steel Bow? Where is my leather scabbard of a red mood? Where are my black arrows? A knight with our armor and a pen of blood
The five support ships Take care of mother carrier Neglect daddy battleship Moms’ bees fly while dads’ guns die
Cruising to cover the fleet Mother carrier who is your superior Send your hawks to save the seals The cruisers two biceps flex
China you will be like bamboo After the seals catch up with you Use the chi of many a false deity Run to the wall a partition between love
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Mt. Zion of Melrose, Montana
Upon hearing the voice of my lord Jesus Christ, I set out early morning, Memorial Day. This new adventure came to me for what purpose I would not know until my arrival in Montana. I knew my journey was spiritual and so I drove my car continuously, only stopping for gasoline. I would not eat or drink for three days, because my mission was for a divine purpose.
In my mind I thought I was going to meet up with my soulmate.
Montana
Flying through the
blue wheat
Beyond this evening summers treat
Every lie where my
archers die
Rolling hills and
flat valleys
Was Montana a
women’s idea
The comfort of its
galley
Clouds puffy and
surreal
Yes I’m poor a
loner without land
But unbroken by my
falls
I don’t believe
a philosophy of Ann Rand
I need Christ and my
spirit mate not walls
She is blond and her
hair has been many colors
She yodels and she
once was a lioness
This women of Eden
has been many mothers
She has a famous
voice and she is an enchantress
Take care, of her
fat mare
Christ needs me down
here
We shall be joined
its only fair
I owe ransom to
Jesus so I stay to the rear
The world is a
powder keg
I have a voice so
hear me out
Take my Angels and
give her a cloud while I break a leg
The ride on 15 was
almost my last with out a doubt
The route I was to take would be highway fifteen. My father in heaven instructed me that I had no need for maps and that he and my older brother Jesus Christ would personally guide me.
The moment I was about to cross into Montana I became aware of a strong spiritual presence, as if the seat of heaven itself was above. The clouds were portraits of Angels. The mountains seemed in a state of melancholy. I pulled over for gasoline and set out for Montana disregarding my pain from driving none stop.
The entrance was a valley and I think a couple fairies hitched a ride. Than the mission came to me. I was to scale Zion and destroy the ego of the dragon Lucifer. I went to a supply store for a sleeping bag. My visa did not work there and I became disheartened
In sorrow I continued forgetting previous mountain. To the rear as a trap by Satan. There was plenty of construction work on the road on the way. Then ahead a sign to a small village read Melrose. As I sped toward the small town, I noticed mural of God and Christ set on the face of a sloping hill, made from rock, soil and trees. God looked like Gandalf most noticeably a serious chin with a sharp profile. Christ too the left of God was a familiar face, my older brother I missed. I bought the car to a fast stop. I headed out with a cloak, guitar and straw cowboy hat.
I crossed two fields and than it happened the voices told me I was Lucifer. It was the Devil again telling me I was him. I was tricked I became frantic and tried not to believe it. I hung myself from a barbed wire fence cutting my buttocks and ripping my jeans in the rear. I than fought the idea by screaming into to heaven strike me down and destroy me if I was that awful wretch.
What really made the mountains of Melrose magical is that they shape-shifted on me. One moment
Seven Roots
Our heads are roots towards heaven
The hair touches heavens door
Oh God communicate and have an affair
Through our hair
Well why cut your hair
And then you will have more trouble here
Lets be hippies of care
As we all get along with out fear
Oh the trees
The sin in there leaves
I hear their tears
As their roots toil in Hades
Catch a leaf
Pray for relief
The druids of the almighty are in grief
As we watch nature in disbelief
Turn off your power at home
Go walk in a forest an be alone
Pray for forgiveness
Walk once again in the ozone