One trick, phony shtick, naked in Emperor’s clothes. Nothing left to show. No Place left to go. No home, no chrome just plastic, elastic and fantastic tales that no one would believe.

Receive the cost of hi-jinx, recover the lost purposes of Sphinx. To everyone’s surprise, two way tunnels in both eyes, black holes to deeper space, neither time nor air to finish up the race.

What dreams, spent it seems, reams of evidence discard, the virtuous and hard. No track the scent is gone the energy moved on, the dogs have left for dawn the King was just a pawn.

Time trials just for show his lift upon the snow no breath and heart gone still, perhaps you have a pill. To lift his tiny head and take him from the dead we grieve but never feel, just too real.

Embellishment and fame the outcome is the same, my ego is to blame for never having game. The medal on the shelf attributed to self a mouth that’s never full a raging unfed bull.

The crime scene is so clean, summarily pristine as he’d never been. But the impacts longer felt the ice not quick to melt beyond Orion’s belt your hand so quickly dealt among the seldom seen.

For long is never short nor curse a just retort it’s only done for sport in the highland’s of our health. No wealth is free from wage the x upon the page the harlot and the mage go to court.

Rhymers loved. Turtle doved. A fancy set of words that conjure blossoms and some birds. The life out on the line with no seasoning or wine, rewind and see what you never will find.

Enough done, faked a ton, nothing won and seldom gained or lost. Every chapter embossed, painted and lip glossed with out considering the cost of leaving the main road.

These days, twice passed, treasures amassed and given to pay bills for overstays and missteps. Kinder than most, tied to hitching post, strangled twice a day two gulps of air to pray.

Captured at the wrist, we’ll dance if you insist, I for sure will not resist. Gone rogue, prince or pogue, out of vogue, cloaked from the sun, slightly over done, waving at everyone in my passing.

Casual conversation, no pressure words, just flitting birds and dogs chasing sticks, the wind and deflated squeaky toys. Time where seconds don’t matter so much as the moments spent fomenting a legacy of life well lived. Sitting in the quest of wisdom as the stars, planets and whimsy turn fanciful.

Gravity, now they want to disbelieve gravity. The most complex thought a youth possesses and they wish to twist it free from the mooring of God’s universe. How diverse is this curse that it seeks to banish the realms of stellar alignment and planetary frequency? Turning fantasy into flat soda.

Someone owns the wind, dirt and water such that children no longer rejoice at slinging mud at each other on rainy spring and summer days. Knuckle busting pry bars and sockets engineering my next cause and trying to solve complexity with rainbows, inclusion and chaos. It just don’t work that way.

So you say when you look through the window at just the right angle you can see the Sovereign Image of God’s Throne Room. Well that and a scoop of ice cream will certainly cool down this scratchy throat you’ve given me as I shout about poppies, puppies and political science with kids and old guys.

What is a damsel in distress if they planned the moment of salvation before they provoked the emotion that got you fighting, righting and kiting an astral run up the side of fox hill? Wag a tail, lose some mail, trim a sail so that the wind blows the smoke just enough to right every wrong, fix every untimely song and soothe old king Kong.

This is not my country they say its on its way, maybe by the end of May that will be the day. To rejoice in harmony with reason in and out of season with no regard to pleasin’ anyone but God. Some blossoms ripen in the seed, spiritual indeed they got us praying to box tops and ninety foot animals of bronze.

Settle for the silence. As complexions arise on this side of the moon I seldom seek the dark faces knowing the headaches that reside there. Alone is a vessel of deliverance to a setting sun, a victory imagined and world’s away from the normalcy that captures the definition of happiness drowning it in Salty seas.

I’ve got a Farmer’s chance of gold, the radiator’s cold and I feel a little old, so I’ll just avoid it. With orbits and parallax nothing is exactly as you’ve imagined it in your vision. The incision is deep, the wound a creative creep with margins penciling themselves on canvass to limit poetic license or bracket adjustment.

These things aren’t worth simply chatting over but demand to be planned and are risk to understand, especially for those with fear of mitigation. The hearts we left in lust, the dust upon the picture rewiring each fixture to depend on nothing, create realms without mass, divining a future while mad about the past.

When we discuss our opinion, interpretation or rendering of God’s Covenant plans for Israel we ought begin in fear of God. Otherwise our childish participation in a worldly argument led by powers and principalities will include us in discussions we should not be venturing.

The Bible is very clear, without editing or revisions by agents of the Prince of the Power of Air, may the Lord rebuke him if HE so chooses. What we are forced into by the misunderstanding of the responsibility found in our expression of Free Will given by God.

Many do not comprehend the dangers in aligning against God’s Word and Spirit in participation with worldly argument against the Promises of God. First danger is misuse, misapprehension or mistrust in God’s prophetic promises to the remnant of the Jews.

Just as with Christianity there will be those who tragically believe themselves anointed and included in the fruits of Faith who are disowned/denied when they seek entry to everlasting. Jesus is very clear on this warning to Christians in Matthew 7 and Revelation 2 & 3.

The same problem occurs with the onset of the disease of replacement theology when clearly both of these groups are included in the Root/Origin of the Olive Tree, one by covenant leading to Grace in Tribulation and the other by acceptance of Grace but both believing upon Jesus at some glorious moment of Rebirth.

The Bible does show Jews accepting Jesus after His death, burial and resurrection and never once retracts their origins as Jews though they have become Christians. For a moment let us look to enemy benefit in this convincing argument against the Jews.

Remember they will remember in the latter days that they pierced their Messiah and collectively cry out to Him for forgiveness as a nation. Zechariah 12:10. Yes, there are many groups who stand to profit from these misunderstanding the first of which is the organized Church/Synagogues that remain misaligned with Jesus.

 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

The danger in prolonged resistance even while feigning compliance is that when given the opportunities to conceal/reveal your true allegiance you foolishly forget to play along to get along and now are labeled perpetually as an obstacle, relieving you of your rebel secrecy.

We, having proclaimed ourselves Christians can no longer continue in our vein of self service, convincing ourselves unsuccessfully that we are righteous without clear demonstration through our ungodly acts to the contrary. Hiding from God is impossible.

Now we are left a situation untenable. We no longer may resist without public notice and we are now revealed to those of the body as true liars. When I view my plan, pathway and persistent reviewed actions I must now align myself with mammon no longer feigning Godliness.

The Book of Jude is upon us. We are seeing that the churches has pursued worldly dominion, taking advantage of tax free position and hollywood/nashville style fame to embrace the wealth producing efforts of corporations while diminishing the call to purity.

I understand the push to disagree with these statements will employ the best of worldly arguments among fake Brethren, however having been revealed those having chosen Christ and read/understood Jude will be forced to step away from these unfruitful brothers and sisters.

This is the hour for all men to demonstrate their character, whether of God in Christ Jesus and the Fruits of His Holy Spirit openly displayed in public or the quest for; money, power, worldly treasures and the fame of personal legacy drawing every moth to candle’s flame.

If this hurts then good, for the conviction of God’s Holy Spirit together with these words of salt and light given in reflection through this vessel now give you the opportunity for repentance. This is the dynamic set of moments where you get to walk back your feigned Love of God. In Jesus Name.

I lost it all, for good reason. So many times I have been brought to the cold, hardness of complete loss only to realize that I have forced this upon the Lord and myself. Returning to my sin I provoked His chastisement to allow me the opportunity to express the power of God’s Holy Spirit present when my own had been reduced to nil. This gift, repeatedly misunderstood gave me the chance to see that in self reliance I missed those miracles that may be worked through me.

What joy is found in the realization that this surrender, humbling and emptying of self is the greatest gift of a man seeking sanctification, self denial and everlasting power as a vessel. Once realizing that being moved to a state of no self power, no reliance upon thinking, heart or strength freed me from the trappings of mortal helplessness. The victory is God’s and as such must be held up in born again faith of the miracles that come due to surrender before the throne of God.

Praise Him for so many reductions, chastising me to prepare for sanctified outcomes that had always been avoided or prohibited by my self reliance. Empty is where I wish to remain, for this status predicts emergence of Holy Spirit above my own will to do the heavenly through this dedicated vessel. Loss of family allows for re-provision of new Godly members in Christ Jesus. Loss of wealth, health or social leverage provide opportunity to show the light of Christ to those who yet know Him.

I never could imagine that I would be content and whole having next to nothing, but that is where ironically I become wealthiest. I could never become the man God wanted me to be until letting go of my former self and the vain imaginary plans to arrive at some worldly plateau. It is reasonable to expect that the world will look at this realization as utterly foolish when it is arguably the greatest wisdom allotted. Does it take some character to be content with very little, certainly, but not long down this road you realize how much you resemble Christ.

Some things may be honed through preparation. Intrinsic items of skill, talent and gifts are often spiced by drive, desire and trust. While intelligence and a penchant, heart of goodness may provide the forensic lever to intimate perfection.

Judgment not in my grip, my circulation depends upon the courage of loving anticipation. Imagination the key to discovery, may each of us find those colors, dimensions and time to invent those things only found in Creator’s making.

Failure, never the assumption of our identity, looking to light internal or found eclipsing horizons. Recover our roots of growth toward immortality. What seeds are planted, what harvest renewed and what stakes reveal each boundary?

Our last hope defines the leverage in endurance, patience the asset least viewed as cipher to our coding. Replenished and renewed how pliant our inclusion to confidently prune that which grow to foster our remaking?

Remind me why I pursued with vigor to surpass those with whom I traveled? Leadership is not haphazard, misunderstanding that care and service are talent inclined to mastery. One success at the altar of self denies limitless celebration through encouragement.

Never meant to be alone, though hearts, voices and dance oft dissimilar. In the harmony, dissonance and discord, union is born of tastes, flavor and rhymes never tested for composure. The test our greatest colleague we grow tender to the core.

Overlooking, ignoring or simply avoiding the use of power to accommodate the well oiled pathway to personal preference is our greatest shame. We sit and cast aspersion upon all others who prevail through trickery, cleverness and bold, unclean living and then eschew the greatest available blessings in man’s history, simply because we are complacent, complicit and afraid of our own shadow. Go along to get along is the motto of men who have sold their birthright for a bowl of stew.

We wonder why miracles avoid us and the plagues always seem to find a home in our families. We run from opportunities to share real investment of love, thinking it weakness, when the truth of power is the loving dissemination of benefits without return on investment. Not that there is none but we fail to recognize or sans the ability to see the spiritual benefits fail to register that these are the greatest works. And we count the coin before doing anything of adventure with worldly perspective.

These are the days of eternal life, yet we unwittingly live in temporary authority misunderstanding what it truly means to have been born again of heavenly seed. New creatures born again to do the works of angels and men remade. We go out into the world ashamed at our poverty when our Father owns everything and makes it available to those who simply put aside their selves and serve His objectives. Eternal objectives, set aside for men who know they face life everlasting. Doing things beyond ourselves.

I no longer seek performance outcomes that I may perfectly display the ribbons, degrees or medals that will leave an established in the pond from whence I came. Miracles were made for me to bring into this world that all will not see nor perhaps even remember me but God they will see and never forget. That is the great reward of redemption. Born again to live for my Father, that I am free from the laundry list of mistakes I will certainly find in marking time until the real round and bell sound. Born of impoverished thinking and misperception. As this is the life already to those who waited.

Declarations, setting boundaries, personal, political, promissory or prophetic. Not projection, endowed with whatever authority of the moment or duration may be mustered to sustain liberty. Power, not simply required but endemic to the reality of enforcement.

Decisions, choices made, reasoning, emotion, belief, rhetoric or insanity bias. Gift incumbent to freedom, even the moments of loosened chains, slackened torture or second lung full. Care not given to endorse, enhance, promote or encourage that philosophy.

Buffer, ether, space, medium, plasma, blood, air or water. Operate, within the context of container. To utilize the mandate of either popular or intrinsic demand in regulating a territory. Not beyond the aura of personality but managing the power within.

Nastiness, flavor, context, taint, perfume, odor or maleficence. The cinnamon to rose or feces to platter, strained, guarded, screened, filtered or banned by the waving of hand, banner or tapestry. Restoring the doctrine of purity to that which is governed.

Plumbing, fresh versus adapted, fungus, bacteria, thinking, rumination or greed. Polluted harvest promotes the unwell. Doctrines will always be diminished when mixed, alloyed, augmented, tempered, not always to softness but absent those origins.

I am what I am becoming. Absent strict review. Each of us will be what we have collected from air, land and sea. What may be simply washed clean, forgotten or remembered does not threaten Corporal cognition. The body must remain unpoisoned.

Yet, none know, even the smelling fails, that chaff will always gain entry. That is our dilemma. This world sticks, inflicts, joins, indwells, weeds and inserts. Protection found in Spirit or defensive posture only temporary until measure or modification.

There must be a day of removal, extraction, filtering, separation or a process by which that is maintenance to the machine. Impurities unseen, biologic, microscopic, injected, assaulting, vehicular, blood or ingested must be banned, removed, siphoned.

Purity is not a game elitists play alone. Power is maintained in being set apart. Proclaiming the danger of mixing with either perceived, indifferent or collective. For none truly know the innocence of their making. Remaining, revival, refreshment and supply.

Death is either beginning or permanence to continue on corrupted path or sure footing and growth. The cancers of the mind are the most dangerous for they provide the only personal protection from the white flags of septicemia, shock and shutdown.

Knowing not the topography or fluidity of heaven. Confronted with the concrete pastures of Earthly conjecture. This epoch governed by constraint of timely barrier. The reality is the construct or new jersey minder to keep on a path to destination yet determined.

To God or the sediment fields of carbon cycling, either will free the essence of this man. One to slavery in the mechanisms of sewage collection, fires and bogs of being held in status inescapable the other to that which may only be defined in mind beyond my own.

One knee beside the cackling brook. Buzzing, birds and misspoken words. Regret is doing it right, without cues, reminders or stand in. Laughing as I recall the reason for the Spring and Fall. Fading with the silent sun. The only word, uttered One.

Stars, lonely in ungrateful blue. Working hard to see through the eyes of wiser men. Twelve dozen unafraid, stood watch near the weeping willow. Swagger as realms forgotten and the strength to maintain structure in the midst of chaos and fallen stars.

Fate, so lonely marking time until script fulfilled. What recourse the renegade horse or man pulled from time, clumsily declaring ad lib embrace? Strange to hear the customary calls of cats, reminding men that no one lives to escape his fate.

Wick, lowered in looming shadow, dancing hollows, captured tales. Stored unread for reasons unbecoming, all hail hope in the prison yard. Keeping time with scant regard. Shortening dreams and hero prayers all stare hypnotized by trimming wick.

Thin the breath of one long draw. Desert brown and blonde cropped straw. All were left to gawk in awe. Time collided with matter and space. Leaving nothing left upon her face. Eyes stuck and shamed, unkempt princes with lips so gaunt and thin.

Left in scarcity, plenty of want, in sturdy saddle, extended hunt couldn’t tell the back from front. At John’s demand we changed the scene. From things which were and things which had been. If they knew what was ahead they simply left.

Pride effected and rosen cheek. Inheritance impossible among the meek. Laughing, singled out by those who thought themselves above it all. To show up naked to the Gossamer’s ball. Bedraggled hope of unpaid rent. Endure, abide with only pride.

Smile, wills the people’s heart. Parts chosen and leads cast. Hidden blend of rainbow minds. Frustration surveys through half drawn blinds. A kick and slumber, snores and chills. Vows recanted, bills paid, leaving early with awkward smile.

Pocket full of time and sand and all the things that we’d once planned. I scanned the perch for bird and beak or something sticky to plug the leak. Tried and true and candle blue, indelible, inked memories, parchment in my pocket.

None of God’s promises will give you sustenance, pause or protection if you do not believe. Trust and reliance upon the Gospel message is the predicate for Christian inclusion in the Kingdom. This is free will in action, therefore you must initiate the Covenant of Grace in that Choice of God as your salvation. Just as Eve chose disorder, we must rely upon the Second Adam to restore order in redeeming all who believe to God.

None of our fears are large enough to usher in a turnaround to defeat of the powers and principalities contending for humanity. They have been paraded before all in power, defrocking, stripping appellate, removing any guise that victory for them remains or was ever a possibility. The gentile believers are sealed by the earnest, down payment of their eventual glorification in the Kingdom of God. All those who will believe before the end shall see the same.

What we now see is a desperate global act to muster all remaining force to somehow beyond the possible defeat Christ in His return for rule and reign. None of this matters except for the fulfillment of everything foretold by God’s Holy Spirit through the prophets and the eye witness accounts to Christ’s resurrection and ascension. They are gathering in their hope of deception to steal, kill and destroy any who continue in their doubt or disbelief of the Truths we have been told and upon which we put reliance, faith and trust.

Let them be gone from every human house they cohabit. In Power, the Holy Spirit with God’s avalanche of Word drive them from false domicile. May every human heart and mind be cleared by the belief and reliance upon the Gospel they accepted. May each believer be completed defended against any advance, assault or unwanted enemy barrage of mind, heart, spirit and strength. May each believer stand even to the gates of Hell. Let all who will cry out to Jesus even in the Tribulation find the throne room of God awaits.

Now is the time to realize the plight of the Jews as wrath and the false Messiah come against them. May they be quick to see through the deception of Satan’s Son as he prepares to rule the world and bring abomination to the Temple of God in Jerusalem. As Israel’s enemies fall to their hand and God’s intervening protection let the world renounce their disbelief and honor God even in their own failed attempt to overcome the Sovereign. Let all Americans see that the demonstration we have/are seeing in this nation is a microcosm of what is happening on the Global/Universal Stage against God.

May all stand in Good Courage as the Trust in God equips us. We are not frail, docile or controlled corks tossed on the ocean of disbelief and false doctrine, but the Adopted nation of God’s Royal Family, the Bride and Body of Christ Jesus, set firmly on the Rock of Ages against any bluster, muster or brigand. These are the days of our deliverance. Israel though they be the dark days of disbelief for a time, two times and half a time shall realize they pierced their True King and cry out to Him for return. We pray for, await and welcome that day that all shall finally rejoice as the Coming of the King of Kings.