Tender reminder of both place and time, The Road rambles on regardless of crime. Hearts easily bruised and seldom to heal, Feeling like dying just part of the deal.

They all told me this would be easy to do, No one remembers the hell we went through. To waken the lonely and get them to stand, free will and courage were in short demand.

The songs that we sing the words we recite, are all short of breath and weakened by sight. The wind on our face and the sky with one cloud, the Voices of danger are so gosh darn loud.

Making melody with the forbidden youth, sweetened the gin with a little vermouth, telling more lies when we cannot afford truth, Why vote by mail when you can step into the booth.

All for the garden the growth and the green, The deal they provide would make us all lean.Fighting for life and life leads us on, To soon for everyone this life wonders on.

A day to remember with out any night, For we slept through the dream and missed all the fight. No one to relieve us from the top of the wall. My date was so pretty dressed up for the ball.

Wind isn’t lonely gripping the plain, the sun has no enemies as it rounds once again. Tis time that has power over man and his plan, and it barely considers where it ends or began.

There is no winner in a race that all end, No day dream to ponder too real to pretend. Harsh scent of day and nights filled with rain, No rest for the wounded and plenty good pain.

The punished few had nothing to do but stand and listen to King’s tale

The prize was to be paid at the end of parade, regardless of win, lose or fail.

So step to the back and put up your sack removing the purple, the blue and the black

Don’t stop to worry about feint or attack, Just fight with all fury and never Look Back.

To write about Love, it’s understanding must be assumed. Or perhaps it is the process of learning to love about which we cautiously reflect? However those who know not its potency, power and portability, will never enter or approach conversation regarding its supple reminder of the sweet things in life. For their journey is hard fought, to win, collect and leave the victor of life having won as many material and reward points possible. Love will never be their last word unless it is the regret of never having done so.

We are in a battle of loving intention, though many play to take no prisoners, offering none forgiveness and hoping beyond measure that enemies fail, fall and flounder in their throws toward death. But this life was created by the Loving Hands that meant all men splendor and well being in eternal means. It may be defeated temporarily by siphoning all its gusto, treasure and manly measure but may never be overcome without reflection upon loving people so much that the true value is what has been forfeit for others to reach the everlasting. Love looks to reach eternity together, those who cannot love will always be alone.

The men and women who ventured into the foundation, construction and maintenance of America did it as a venture of Love, giving all that some may live in Liberty. The equation was simple yet impossibly achieved without the egalitarian respect and love of those around you. For America required that many would give their last breath or living nectar to establish the rights and freedoms for those held dear. It was a choice made in love that could only be made by those who understood love and the ideals of everlasting life. For an Eternal God granted US sovereignty to reign over ourselves in self governance that we might love those living beside as much or more that ourselves. This was an experiment not entered for coin, or fame, or pleasure but for the living of a life filled with the loving care and kindness of those who would bound together with US.

It sputters and gasps for revival, even now, the love that so tenderly nourished America’s Life has gone dry, or cold or hard. Men once steeped in the understanding of self sacrifice and leadership for the families furtherance now utter pause when faced with making a choice for the many or the one. Love if not completely forgotten was sidelined replaced with the deceitful temporary accomplishments of self actualization and pride. Love for the many became focus on the one, something akin to worship of the fallen, wanting every road to lead to my own gratification, edification or glorification. But lacking love these pursuits filled with prideful intent were never the highest pursuits of man made living. Lacking Love all things fall shallow of the heights reached by them who hold Love dear. Love for their Creator reflected in obedient stewardship of all that we’ve been given. Love for ourselves reflected upon the loving faces surrounding US in knowledge of our kindness and care for one another.

This war was won upon the Cross, with Love. There is no way any God crawls upon a wooden Cross to be nailed upright to choke to death on his own fluids without loving those He Created So Much that He was willing to take the only steps that could possibly save them from Separation and eternal suffering. Our God Loves US enough to pay the only sacrifice that would stop US from losing it all at the end of our short existence. He gave it all that we might find it all in a life lived with the rich value of Loving Kindness in our hearts that we might find fulfillment in this life and the next. Without that sacrificial gift none of US would ever be a true success at life, never knowing that sacrificial love necessary to make others lives more precious than our own and in so demonstrating to God that we understood Love.

Now is not the time to put on brutality and storm the enemy camps killing all in sight hoping that none take another breath, hoping to have eradicated evil from the land in that process. For in so doing we ourselves would have replaced that evil with our own, becoming the unloving bread of man necessary to making this life all that there is. It is time for Love, time for forgiveness, time for mercy, care, understanding and yes some decision made that will make no sense to those who could consume their brethren. We were meant to understand the preciousness of life so we can never consume it as if it were something simply taken for granted and easily dispatched. This is going to be the toughtest time in man’s history the time that we do the greatest thing for God we have ever and love them enough to change their hearts.

America was made for those who love others more than themselves. It was designed by a Creator who gave wise men the understanding of those principals at the pinnacle of human achievement. For in practicing these rare skills that make no worldly sense we begin to reflect the permanency of Heaven’s Own. In rising above the consuming emotions of pride and retribution we learn to let life be life and trust God to transform it for His Good Purpose. We learn to walk in a faith that makes even the greatest challenge simple, for they are faced with the loving understanding of being in the Father’s grasp at time of testing. We were designed to bring those greater revelations to mankind in this temporary lifetime that they might yearn for life everlasting in the knowledge of something beyond ourselves awaiting all who ask in eternity. The Love of God for mankind, is the Greatest Gift we will ever Know. In Jesus’ Loving Name.

Did you see her roaming untethered,free by all definition? What gave her that casual smile, that long winded song and the prancing step a quarter beat swifter than norm? What seemed odd about her visage, something younger, different, nonplussed? I liked this side of midnight where morning promised daylight beyond the feathered ridge, up where Goyahkla bathed. Down hill a promise for the winded man, propelling onward as fast as little wheels turn. She had found revival and the sound of her beating heart reverberated in echo across canyons wide and tunnels long. The song of a life lived in promise.

What did she whisper as you leaned forward to feign the strain of hearing? What pleasantries were promised, mysteries foretold or years turned back by offerings beyond wisdom’s holler? Why have you become the proud recipient of her graces, charmed to be filled with secrets held in check for mastery? What fancy is found in her eye when reminded of you? What treasuries have become accessible that previously required heaven’s disposition? Where do they sell tickets to the fantasy facade? How have you been offered waiting forum as escort to the ball of balls, where dreamers catch the rainbow and pots of gold are child’s play?

Kicked up sand at you she did. Left in the dust to rust with a sense of something must be done but who to trust. All calamity’s carry the essence of humor, serious in tragedy’s remembrance but humorous in clumsy repartee. What dances were you taught or lessons bought to become so caught up in the whirlwind of magistry’s possession? Clamoring to cause effect, erect bridges in honor of her heroes traversing to connect the elect with the established. Dust upon my brow I sit here for now wondering beyond ponder where to wander over yonder. The gleam is distinct, ringed with calloused roses hard pressed to smooth beauty.

This is no kings parade, but the mark of made men, jockeying for an eyeful of comeliness. The brilliant and the bashful, burning a can trash full, smashing all the china in fireplaces too practical for romantic gesture. Burning sense immense that in defense of sitting upon the fence one finds whence one was meant to venture. Capitalize on pretty little cinnamon eyes, and tears of gold like tiny lies define the wise, cut brutish saints right down to size as manly cries overflow each palace chalice. The race is on to overcome but for some not quite that dumb they succumb to the lure of ordure upon furniture. To raise aloft in toast great men, dipping deep the inky pen of nights gone bye and days left past upon each crevasse the die is caste.

Now franchise wealth in desert dreams as piled paper descends to unfettered reams nothing real or true it seems to separate our hearts upon the seams. No packaged flaw or unkempt pause will lead us to worthy cause to feed the gaping endless maws or hand quatrain sufficient clause. So song so closes with no reposes leaving Moses in Aaron’s plight within sight the land of honeyed milk, dressed in linen wanting silk no sludge will budge the waiting bilk no understanding of such palsied ilk. This day was set when she did smile a while torn to reconcile each file aligned for mile upon mile don’t leave what’s pure for man’s defile. Cap the well of hapless folly To land’s so grand we’ll go by golly with bellies full and hearts quite Jolly to the see the world chasing golden Mollie.

Freshening Winds, hollers from past wound intent on disrupting the power of the present with the impotency of things gone bye. I dusted the hair from her cheek with a sweep of my thumb, then gripping the steering wheel with renewed vigor, I said, “Where to next”. In the folly of our escape from time’s constraining minute hands, we had determined to finish whatever we started before jointly moving on. Having spent hours walking the streets in prayer the Lord called us onward to provoke the next movement in His powerful intercession. My fellow catalyst and I tasted that freshening breeze for the Father’s small quiet voice and heard nothing but the wind scratching the branch across my side mirror. Wait it is, the resounding rule for times when God has not yet given direction. Time to find a good quiet spot and patiently live while waiting for whisper.

Man Free, an unconscionable reality. All steps would be taken millennia in advance as needed for in this game it has only been the end that ever mattered. How dare Almighty threaten us with this paltry, 2 dimensional ,unthinking, sympathetically weak creation that couldn’t even stand the first opportunity to escape commitment by way of delusion. Elohim had placed too much confidence in a frail example of typicality. They would fail and he would orchestrate that fall to land at the foot of God’s Throne.

What is this Church, the fiancee of the Groom of the Kingdom to Come? A charade built around those who could never save themselves craving the allure of deliverance by a sacrificial lamb. The Lamb, it infuriated to mention that concept even for an instant, yet this is the highest honor ever paid creation to have God offer His own flesh as compensation, redemption, propitiation for all who choose to believe. Even in the depth of consuming hate the wonderment must be recognized.

They were slaughtered, endlessly expended in torture and sold as so many logs to feed the flames of Rome’s Iron consuming machinery, yet they kept coming, clamoring for the opportunity to die publicly to share in His sacrifice. This couldn’t be allowed to continue so as always a man was found. A bright shining star of a man, powerful, bred, brutal, yet wise enough to see that the battles fought were lost before ignition. Christianity would never be eradicated it must be assimilated, consumed by the erotic and worldly desires endemic to the Treasuries of Rome. Bid him offer them place at the headmaster’s table, the chance to share in coin, the offer of reconciliation and inclusion in building something to last, the everlasting Church of Catholic Rome.

Priests jumped, no hesitation in to the waiting pagan arms of false brotherhood. Share in the wealth of generosity to the King of Christendom, Constantine. The Man who preached peace, a peace given him by his god, the Sun god, proclaiming that the World would be conquered by the sign of the cross. Conquered was poor modifier for the Christian faith was consumed, swallowed whole to become one with worshipers of wood, stone and idol. What the devil failed to do in cruelty and brutality of evil men had been achieved in false offering of cooperation and peace. The offer of inclusion in Empire the continuance of Rome, but something greater than political achievement had now become the overwhelming indisputable might and righteous right arm of Christ himself. People flock the world over to sacrifice all for the edification of immortal Rome.

People, their hopes, dreams and hard earned wealth were consumed before they’d continue the opportunity to reflect upon the blessings they had received. As the Pope drove them to war, to conquer, expand and take upon themselves to defeat the rising islamic hoard threatening the promise land. But even if every tree, green leaf, blade of grass must be consumed to achieve the conquer of Canaan, it would be done. For hundreds of years the entire world is consumed in this love affair with a failing Rome. Over the centuries the politicians got brighter and realized that their continuance relied entirely upon their unique capacity at camouflage.

They learned the art of developing secret ruling societies of bureaucrats and wealthy to conduct their rituals in secret and maintain a firm hand upon the wheels of power through monarchical influence. This strategy worked so well it led to the greatest political union in man’s history, The Church of Rome and its deified King from German origin to maintain Empire for the next 1000 years. They had born the First Reich, The thousand year Reich that would stand the test of wars and near global struggles only to be brought to a drastic end by Napoleon’s expansion. However in the early 1800’s because of Naval Power the World had for the first time in history since Pangea and Atlantis become conquerable by Sea Power.

The wizards and warlocks of the Roman Empire in secret had infiltrated the Seat of Power within the British Monarchy placing one of their own on the Throne in London, eternally tying Windor England to the German Reich of Rome’s Glory, making them subservient to Londinium, the Roman City now know as the City of London. It now would become the global player it was designed to become in being the banking headquarters and power center for Global Financial Mastery. What it needed was a true monarch a monarch of Roman/German origin, the perfect leader to be elevated to monarchy and Baronhood, Rothschild. Knighted and elevated to Bavarian Royalty by decree of Rome and mutual agreement of the five other empire players in the world, The Rothschild Family was elevated to Royal status two months prior to the signing of the Secret Treaty of Verona. In September of 1822 the Rothschild Family reached the pinnacle of the political aspirations born in the Ghetto of Frankfurt, they had become kings of Men.

Now Empire must agree to consume its competitors even to the point of eating their own to assure the furtherance and dominance of the only Empire that would maintain its global conquer, The Holy Roman Empire. They needed tools and set about hiring the sharpest men available in Bavaria, England, France and Switzerland to construct political, social ideologies to be utilized wherever War and Economic conquest were ineffective to slowly chip and away and eventually destroy every nationalist or representative government on the planet. They have planted the seeds of economic conquest the creation of the Bank of England and the momentary control of American Debt and banking, but have found frustration in President Andrew Jackson’s move to pay off the debt and kick out the central bank. It was clear that as their plans became achievable and the One World Government for the first time in history a realistic concept the impediment to world conquest would continue to be The United States of America.

They developed the necessary tools to take down nations and their God; atheism, evolutionism, Salafism, Communism and anarchy. Patience was unnecessary for their adversary seemed determined to tear itself apart at the earliest convenience. With little prompting they were escorted into war with Mexico on their Southern Border in 1846, making it easy to negotiate continued presence for military, political and fishing purposes in the British North West. This outpost and it’s solidified headquarters across the Canadian Border provided the necessary Think, Tank, planning, command and control and staging area for any further operations. America would be torn apart by a Civil War born of prejudice and fear. Prejudice of the beliefs of those different than most and the deep seated British understanding that conquered Colonies are just that, workers for the Empire. It was easy to lay the entire responsibility for slavery upon the Christian Right because of the guilt they already possessed and absolve yourselves of the original truth that you have brought the slaves to America to do the Kings and Queens work of producing crops to fund the crown.

Hope just as in Breath we take is part of understanding the powers in Life. A man absent power will never hope but find a way to survive in desperation. Women without hope of deliverance from current prolonged circumstance will recline themselves to the tortures of loveless marriages, abuse and financial insecurity. Hope as in that breath you just took revives the organs, bones, blood, tissue and memories with a flare of oxygenated nitrogen for life’s continuance. What would life be without the hope of a next breath?

What makes a winner out of a loser? Why can two men have the exact same upbringing and one springboard to fortune and peace while the other remains relegated to oppression, squalor and continued difficulty? Those who believe that it must be chance that there is no authority to break free of those bonds of worldly or self creation. If it were luck then what of the historical record of each of these men’s effort to dig themselves out from underneath the rubble of humanity? Did the effort sponsor luck? Or was it the hope, the singular belief in possibility that gave them that extra energy or inertia to reach escape velocity?

Hope is that thing beyond you and me. It is that vision, seeing something of probability, possibility, Spiritual promise or act of God in mercy. It can only be found in the heart of the living for there are no dead man’s hopes. Just as God is God of the Living so is the Hope we place upon His faithfulness when we believe in our salvation, deliverance, sanctification and glorification. It is something not seen by mortal men but by those eyes who wish to know eternity and heart inclined to the whisper of God’s small quiet voice.

Where is your Hope? For what do you wish? How may I pray that you achieve all that and more as God’s Grace enters the realization of your prayers. In Jesus’ Name.