They wanted me to write outside of me, is that somewhere or someone I should even think to be?  An odd shaped head and thoughts a plenty a little shy of three times twenty.  Left Ventricular hypertrophy while renting out the space for free.  The price of passion in some great fashion is empathetic pain, a large piggy bank to put your cash in.  In Summer’s August upon bright days I found reflected the story line to which all opine and some have been infected.  Shared lists, shared days, shared mist and lazy haze.  On Winter’s hot boiler belly seething candles to seal the jelly, each eye remanded to proper place tracing freckles upon my face.  Reminded of the children’s cause a heroes play to grand applause.  Battles won and secrets kept who got plundered while I slept, hoping that the floor got swept by some recruit or new adept.  What job have I except to speak some small measure of the treasure of which all seek?  For darkened nights and dwindling time may be intertwined with folding rhyme.  My bark and bite are my own right to give and take within this fight.  I lend my word though it’s quite absurd to all who’d have it be unheard ignorance is a flightless bird.  So stand or fall or walk or crawl we all have audience at the great hall, to do a dance at masquerade ball or simply stare upon the wall, for clock or sand proceed within, switching off then on again predicted ending will soon begin.  A man, just man, no pious elf or magical being in alternate self. Just chosen to walk with God in me and tell you my dreams of eternity.  Hope and faith and help and promise a glorious kingdom that is soon upon us.  See being what I cannot be is something not inside of me.  This goof, this chef, this poet and mime is what I am just half the time, the rest of days I contemplate the appetites we satiate.  Seeking mastery of things and men leads back to begin same process again.  There’s no release from hunger’s plight without some capacity of future sight. And once we seen what lies ahead how then can we not make our bed, Tucked the corners and pulled the sheets erecting 45’s and head sash pleats.  Ignore the signs to pursue my lusts end up with statues and porcelain busts, remembered treasure and wealth gone bye and every flash that caught my eye.  Or now take heed of world’s change and some predictions that appear quite strange.  See promises made and devotions kept or losses and crosses over which we’ve wept, adding up to unavoidable truth  that we accepted in our youth, that God and man have a date soon come an introduction to the Kingdom Come.  And to that day we must attend or psychic coin we all must spend, for He to void our souls may send and no man wishes that to be his end.  So with us go we plead you seek, Kiss the Son upon His Cheek. that he not anger when time to speak His Words of Life may find you weak.  Now I follow the path he gave as volunteer and righteous slave, to a great king who loves us more than even Mom whom we adore, He’ll show us each what this life is for that we might find joy and love Him more.  In moments few and words too many If I had wisdom could I lend you any?  Seek Him and find your peace and rest this life is only just a test.  Soon we will see our real lives clearly and all our memories though we hold dearly, will fade away as this brief life when we are wed as groom to wife.  In everlasting we shall be it’s just as pleasant as we thought it be, but better yet because we’ll see the King of Kings in all His Radiant Glory.

Be blessed, be powerful Be You.  In Jesus’ Name be filled with His Spirit of Power and Perfection.