I am handed a cup full of dust and told to drink to wash down the rancid, maggot infested flesh having been offered in the high places to angels. Who is meant for the purpose of serving fools on their march to goals that make zero sense offering no lasting reward? Why shall we make all things permissible if not but to serve the concept that nothing is too gross, too ill mannered, to vile for humanity to stomach as we postulate that man may live by the guidelines of common history? The concepts and challenges we face are being met with a call to lift all limitations, norms and cultural testing akin to pouring lighter fluid upon hot coals. Do we so seek the incineration of society and self that we are remanded to the hand of the cruel and bestial for Terran Salvation?

What is accomplished in mockery of the pure? How much gold is accumulated in denial of those things which are good and true? Must we diminish our stature to the atomic for the simple concept of understanding that family is wealth and hope is a promise that surpasses our greatest challenge? How then may we ask and receive access to the throne room of a Holy God expecting prayers answered when our life pursuits are death, tar and poisonous word? Tell me the King that surrounds himself with folly and hopelessness and you will see a kingdom rid of leadership. What obtuse conversation or thought brings men to the foot of a mountain that hungers for innocent blood spent for nothing but the prayers for fertility and rain?

Follow what you must, but in your corruption I have smelt and seen the infestation of man’s dream. Slinking from the hopeful and the righteous, we slither into the silent dark praying for ample cover from an avenging and vengeance Filled God. There is no further than basement offering retreat and less concealment from the light that permeates, illuminates and perceives all things at all time in all places. Play this role as you must knowing fully that it is with timed consent as transformation follows. The wind of centuries past informed man of a harvest, a testing and a payment either levied in propitiation for eternity or paid in everlasting separation from all that is good, and right and pure. Angels wait upon the Lord, the Earth Cries out for His Glory and sees the Sons of God standing in defense of faith. The time as a measure of our turn to meet His investigation has been signaled and approaches.

Drudging through the quag and fire, untouched by flame, subjugating all desire except that glory seen by all who wait upon Heaven’s reveal. Conceal from man the heart of the plan from whence he ran in fear and sharp squeal, beckon call to one and all to come invite to Master’s Ball. The gate left opened some will roam to dirty pit of dungeon home where all to prophet hope conceal a wheel is turned that water’s fall. Some liar, some thief, some widow’s mischief, all to sin they pay great love stealing from the Lord Above.

Down Gehanna’s road I march, with parchment paid and patriots plead, fed not a mouth but my own greed, planted not seed nor palm to breed the calm but harm’s own hand I left to alm. Clown or fool I took the school by folly and by rhyme I added to the crime by wisdom’s death and maker’s mark led them beyond the Palace Park where clouds weep willows and dog’s don’t bark to bring the barker to my town. He sold them riches of gold and stiches this harker with a deadly sting did to my seed his poison bring upon the promise of Protection beneath God’s Lone Wing.

Songs and sirens if that’s your thing to whisper season of seat by ring the forum’s hope to chant not sing, to murmur mist and rumble fog the husk of bugs upon the log the swamp so deep its known as bog. Heroes all they’d have you know without a sword, or knife or bow into the battle they did go preaching peace and folly this way go. To grow in size and your lament left outside the show bread tent or blessings as the Maker Meant to darker passions thoughts all went. So dreams allowed are screams yet yelled to the unwise we’ve been expelled for fear and doubt at which we excelled governs the new show to which crooked have been bent.

Parallel’s off kilter, late bloom’s wilter attached to tongue without a filter she shared the secrets of universes unmade and prices yet paid for a creation yet to be Worded. Then blurted science yet on the board from feeble mass and nothing’s hoard, greater works left chaplain’s doubtful bored on edge of town to which we skirted. Elle’s big lie to town decry that they may seat in the chapel of fear’s ferocious capture absent rapture or harmony’s hall the darkest purple shade recall be still my heart to which he cried no one was lost that hadn’t died.

This is our dawn. The morning after, engaged against the dark for so long, that the song in our heart craves elements and flavor of sunshine. We have been windswept, chastened by rain and fire, licking at our heals as if to taste the courage that kept us strong-footed. We held tight to our hope and found rest in our dreams of this moment, this relentless pressure lifted, our souls free from the gravitation crush of oppression. We have been left to dry, sheltered by the Wings of God, drying in the Spring morning.

The Time is Ripe. Men that had forgotten have been tested, finding memories of certain strength in days of youth recalled. What has not left them in the dark at the whim of the wicked is something beyond their own will to remember. Sturdy beams beneath foot, trusting balance and faith, foot after yard inching our way to Glory’s Gap. The edge awaits, caverns too wide for pride or man’s arrogance to find their way home as freedom is surrendered for empty promises of endless pitch and basalt.

Realizing The Win. Never having been in danger of loss for the promised defeat of enemy quite terrible delivered once and only once forever. Becoming fail, living loss, separating our hearts from God we are reborn for the old man may not journey complete. Gone to the folds of timelessness in fable, perished impoverished in psalteries lament. We arise to laughter’s Blossom, Resplendent Grace beaming from immersion smiles, Glory knows it better as Grace. Each face replete in fulfillment’s passing, having been embraced and left whole in promise. Never in doubt.

When this day is called. For our Maker has ordained such, celebration immaculate for those found in lost sheep’s burden. Gladdened by rain, and seed and fertile dust, planted beside reasoned prayer with known expectation and prefaced outcome. We are to shatter the night’s hold upon winter’s heart, melting it with Iron of Word’s Eternal. Dim cast the morn, brighter than noonday we shout to recognize one Master. Then as time struggles to its feet we remind it of its own passing having lost to Lord of Glory and a Story so often told. We dreamt of moments less splendid and now find our joy robust gone the rust of timeless envy. Remade complete. Refashioned for world yet to blossom on a new constructed horizon within dreams yet to be recalled in pursuit. Our Hope Lives On.

Without mountain how are my legs and lungs made stronger by the climb? Without walls how may the books that line the interior find promise in young hearts. Without dreams how will the conceptual ever materialize to present the miraculous. Without wars how may we ever truly cherish peace? Without failure the joy of success would be paltry. Without love there would be no reason to fight but greed. Without hope we never look past today’s misery to the promise of tomorrows sunshine.

Without Faith it is impossible to please God. Without God it is impossible to be anything at all. Without anything at all my reason becomes moot and my purpose dispelled logic. Without Logic I cannot embrace a God who loves me enough to set straight what I have foolishly made crooked. Without the bends in men’s behavior we would never see the straight line to glory. Without Glory we would never know Unity and the promise of being One. Without One there can Never Be Two. Without two there was never me and you.

Without Time the crime becomes quite normal. Without Normal the odd looks happenstance. Without beige my sandals are just tan. Without Plans there will never be completion. Without completion the story never ends. Without ends the means justify every reason. Without reason the box appears to be permanent captivity for unqualified mind. Without failed thinking we cannot have revival. Without revival so many will never know their God. Without God we are left as nothing in the nothing of the nothing. Without Nothing He couldn’t have made it all.

He IS or I Am Not.

Words as play things batted around and kicked about ricocheting perception, accusation and folly in panoramic display of uncontrolled fury. Fighting foes with whims and woes even those with whom we’ve yet to go nose to nose revealing our misunderstanding and precision. Sharpness and Passion and edge so bright and fearful that innocent take shelter when this tongue comes near.

For it is clear that my aspirations would bring down nations if left unchecked by superior authority. Level everything in sight to save myself from the possibility of disappointment. No ointment for the sick but cut them again to the quick then light the fuse with a flick of my predatory patois.

Weapons armored and true dispelling and destroying the love I have for you as defense and parry meant for query or caution become caustic terminal arrows to undefended adoration. Here’s the deal from stem to stern we yearn to learn to control the keel that Captain’s wheel may properly respond to command and reason. Forgiveness sought cannot be bought or taught the line too taut from betrayal’s treason.

Augmented blame is such the same as shadowed shame and helpless claim of ignorance. In torrent flame of purchased fame with acclaim paid for by the upset and embarrassment. Touche no cries these are no pies thrown jokingly into faces with awaiting laughter and smile. Forgiveness is meant for those with sorrowed hearts who accidentally committed offense or as in this case planned to take down all relations for power’s sake, however request must be made in contrition to be recipient of its cleansing promise.

Talons Want for psychic wound as ramparts set to deliver undeserved slight. No response, no defense only sadness and ruin leaving fresh crops destroyed without reason. The season late no bounty shall be had at harvest and no kindness or affection earned for righteous fealty. Give way this dangerous muscle that rules my ship, shooting six guns from the hip it destroys all that it sees and poisons ground for future planting.

They want the Globe and control of all lands, waters, resources and human assets. Who is to tell them that they cannot have it, especially if our youth have been academically sold on the idea that without one-world structure we are doomed? Who in their right mind would stand against something that is crucial or necessary for all Terrans’ survival? Do we not see the benefits of putting aside nationality and acting as one to construct a Federation of people to rule the globe as one community? Won’t the children now believe that anyone standing in the way of this eventuality should be shamed, defeated and ostracized as a people-hater?

I must admit their logic does make sense with regard to an egalitarian attempt to promote global solidarity and compromise to promote the future of the human race. However these are the same people who wish to use Communism as the tool to arrive at the philanthropic objective. How can killing hundreds of millions of people in planned cull be anything other that genocide? These are the same people that advocate for the wholesale slaughter of the unborn even killing them up to the point of viability outside the womb? How can killing our children ever be looked upon in any other manner than the blood thirsty self-service it has always been? These are the same people who want the elderly properly suicided as they approach the golden years believing them a burden upon humanity and hoping that they will just hurry up and die. How can this be looked at in any other fashion than disobedience and disrespect to God and the loving caring providers who bore and took care of us as we floundered through infancy?

Let us look upon the world with eyes determined on embracing truth. If convincing argument is found for global cooperative then it should not include the surrender of personal property or rights to achieve. Why then do all these plans require a donation of all personal property and civil rights to feed the collective as if someone owning property impedes political interdependence. The grand lies associated with Global Order make a very suspect concept at best for as in all culls, genocide or empiric movements of old it is always the select few, the chosen bloodlines and pedigree that receive the benefit while the others enter determinedly into forfeit of equal rights. We must be honest about the difference in legal requirement based upon family name or banking interest. This is the same old idea of global empire dressed up with egalitarian rhetoric and philanthropic marketing devices but delivering the same eventuality of the poor losing everything and the rich gaining it in return.

This Empire has lived off the wealth of the poor nations for thousands of years and now has found itself prepared to once again proclaim itself public inheritor of all power and authority over mankind. This Roman Empire has as in a down hill rolling snowball collected other duchy along the way effectively become a large sticky frozen clump of power and authority rolling downhill with such force and velocity as to consume everything within its path. They started in Europe and the Indo-European Corridor, fighting back and forth for control of the same lands over which people have contented even before modern Biblical Times. They have changed names so many times that their origins are concealed but when reviewed as we have openly done their ambitions remain the same for thousands of years repetitively. This is the nature of Empire, it must have someone to rule in order to enjoy the benefits of being in charge. It will always seek to subject those vulnerable or innocent to its whimsy and strange desire. Men cannot be free in Empire for there simply is a King over all Kings and then those who serve him with no one the author of their own destiny.

Though there is logic to their intentions the globalists would have us blinded or deceived by their supposed noble objectives. They tell us that Communism is a good way of life yet no nation on Earth that has undertaken its Iron Net has done anything other than suffer. They will say whatever need be said to attain and maintain Power. That is the nature of those who aspire to be Emperor, absolute authority and obedience. The problem for us is that there are thousands of years of history to demonstrate that there has never been a Noble Emperor. Why now all of the sudden would we have arrived at a point where we will see the rise of the first Man who rules absolutely yet does it with prudence, kindness and egalitarian intent. No Emperors are about achieving the objectives for the select few, ingratiating themselves with enormous wealth and then protecting that against all comers by keeping them under the iron fist of power, fascism and military prowess. If we accept One World Empire we will get exactly that, Empire.

Nascent ideas, a principled people immature to the deep, dark brilliance of corruption weaving the foundation beneath their feet placed their hope in the Goodness of men in forming a unique government they believed would serve their needs in a new and generous fashion while establishing lighthouse for hope to ignite the fuse of Global Faith.

Calculated misunderstanding of implanted excitement born of the tender, delicate intention of those weaving girding purpose beneath the tracks of righteous intention. A miscalculation lacking apprehension as those caught in folly’s web fell obvious victim, subject or prey to the depth of considerable construct never realized that the evil they had been told to look upon without the complex instead resided internally. The passion of evil’s price was the capture of holy hearts to do its bidding believing themselves fighting for innocence and freedom.

Where has such evil machination been crafted if not in the breast of a Brother, Father, Son or Wife? How had the bulk of those thought good by nature fall patsy to such works, twisted in their goodness to follow the dark while singing bout the light? They gave US two choices only two knowing that they owned the tolls upon either passing. We were instructed to be discerning yet the game was fixed from outset for either decision would produce similar result having internally been designed to converge at identical outcome.

The evil planner greatest victory using the blind, innocent and gullible for dark purpose while having them believe they were noble warriors to sponsor light. An abomination no less worse then selling Hitler on purpose planning his destruction as the only method to generate the True resultant outcome, creation of Israel under your own terms and global philanthropy aided insurgency as the victims of war were welcomed to each country with open arms and loving homes.

What then are we to be left in eloquence of complete despair, captured in the paralytic cognition of our own foolish contribution to dark successes? If the mice take the cheese what then the game is unplayable. They preach chaos theory but seldom believe the science they espouse failing to consider that there is always a Trump card. Things seldom or never happen as planned and only the calculable may be addressed in planning the fluidity of living maleates and contends for outcome’s ownership. So the hope that comes with chance may only be adored and accepted in academic theory but never embraced by the hope of the hopeful?

What happens when a child simply says no or a union walks off the job even when you’ve complied with each demand? What happens when the sky opens up and delivers you reams of rain released upon the perfect parade you’ve designed? What happens when free men will no longer lift the pen, shovel or gun for the battles you must have won to achieve the calamity you left unspoken? Why is deception only good when the secret remains kept to self but the moment that one person figures out the plot suddenly all the blocks fall consecutively leaving the structure tumbling? Did you address the adoration of your own image in arrogance?

How must the righteous be silenced when the jig is up, the veil torn the secret known by some and soon by all? What ploys must be initiated to defeat those who would stand and ask, Why? What measure of the innocent shall be sacrificed for not finishing the acts that you’ve scripted for their service? We know that the paths they’ve employed both lead to their objective now what must be done in recovery? First embrace the chaos of God’s intervention realizing that although they have simply accounted for only one possible outcome that there in fact are infinite possibilities when spirit is employed. This is the time for humility in our negligence and foolhardy complacence, but time for joy at the arrival of God’s Crucible for man’s growth and the curve ball He continues to pitch the wicked incapable of varying swing.

The road must be traveled. It may be quit, delayed or forgotten for a time but by and large the powers of order will pressure each to walk the remaining miles. I to wit have done poorly with limits of imagination, treasure and insecurities bread of poor learning and bloodline. Though hereditary patents do not assure stability of man’s production they are pendants for safe passage beyond the circumstantial. Each of us must find the courage, time and energy to take this journey as no one may arrive at destination for another. It is as in breathing something that must be maintained alone. I cannot think for you, eat for you, love or forgive for you and though I may act as navigator, guide or pack mule for the venture those are the extent of my participation. Some days I do wish that I could walk it for you or you for me, but alas this like life must be lived and love found or lost alone.

This nation is something that I deeply respect. Sadness fills my marrow to see it eroded by our own desire for leisure. There were ample voices, sufficient warning, many prophets directing loudly that the road upon which we traveled would lead to destruction of America from within its own defenses. None believed, NO that is not the problem. None Listened, even though all knew our end, we simply failed to heed to warnings timely given. We found disparate reason for alternative pursuit of for paralysis a second measure of corporate illness being sold the desire and the avenue to simply do nothing. Our youth were sold confusion, avatars and pain in their own existence so it was simple to convince them to forsake their God given purpose and crafting to become something pleasing to the eye, mind and stature. A Geek could be king and destroy nations within the manufactured world of virtuality.

What then of Love. Has it lost importance? For the most part, Yes. No one wants love when that means to be subjected to showing them our real selves and waiting upon acceptance or shame. Much easier to pursue attention of admiration for the electronic skills of my enhanced humanity. Why worry above the triviality of love when I can have thousand lovers and a million screaming my name as if some stellar god of mythology? Love is passe, love is outdated, blind and useless to a man or woman seeking dominion. Why love them when they can fear me. What then is my need for God, why esteem or aspire to be called a beloved child when He may simply disown me as the rest have done. Love is frivolous, a poor mans porridge a dream that dies with admission to the reality show called Life. It cuts like a knife its users and leaves entire nations conquered wasteland to fulfill its desire to own each heart. An old hat for the closet shelf.

We needn’t fear even time for our lives shall be extended once AI can figure out how to lengthen the term of man’s viability or sufficiently replace those organs that become obsolete over time. And given time we will eradicate disease or family gene shortcomings to basically do away with deformity leaving all perfect to eye and perspective. Boastful then I approach the cast knowing they all are simply props in the play of my longevity and self aggrandizement. Why pity them for they would make the same yard art of me given the plausibility time or opportunity. But iron strikes when the metal is hot and now is the time when I must feed my will to see all subjected to the vision for my fulfillment. My AI companion tells me that if I am sufficiently ruthless that I assured to reach heights never before ventured by augmented man. I can reach utopia and be accepted by the gods of blood measure to be a kept man in the annals of kings glory. All will want to have been me.

Relationships are bother except where I may leverage standing, familiarity or adoration to provide greater commodity or force to weather the obstacles of man’s making. None came with me and none shall arrive as this road is walked alone. Certainly there have been charlatans, snake oil prophets and oracles of kind affection and wisdom who have coined themselves properly by convincing me in my shame that they could somehow make me Feel more adequate. No none shall profit from the deep desperate acts of my largesse but me. They simply weigh me down and require so much time, energy and treasure in their salvation that it is best to cut bait, sever anchor and forget names while the possibility remains fresh. yes clean slate, no wonder, no will, no wisdom and no wife. A life lived for me, by me for me, entirely about me.

This nation requires too much effort to maintain? Don’t you think? I mean for it to succeed I must become and maintain position and responsibility for my Brother’s provision. Can you imagine me putting my Brother’s need above my own to the extent where we both become successful, especially the loss of my own potential. Yes, this road must be traveled alone so you are on your own my fellow human for I cannot call man friend. So that’s it we have determined that our own edification is so important that we would let this country flounder for the sake of self and acquired or aspired personal wealth, health, position or longevity? So when those fools squander on their soapbox of love for Country, LOVE FOR GOD, love of family driving them to lay down their own lives to protect them that is simply foolish understanding, coupled with insufficient gene history? And we have dispensed with love some never artful something too painful and costly to matter to men and women divine. Haven’t we? LOVE who the heck need bother with it? I mean it never picked me up from and gave me a dime.

What then is the hope of America, if not found in my sacrifice, my love for something or someone beyond self or for dedication to the betterment of mankind while Bringing Glory to God and paying back the nation that delivered me stature? Then we have collectively determined it too painful, messy, costly and unimportant to venture the things that would save it from the Maw of New World Empire? I just want to make sure because there appears a grand avenue for regret if we indeed have not pondered clearly this road we would walk alone. Is it possible that these fools have some measure of clarity when recalling those reasons that bring reason to life’s living? Can we live or die for a nation and in so doing achieve something for God, Country and Family equivalent to self actualization? Certainly not, nothing can possibly compare to me getting everything I dreamed? That would require elevating musings such as love or the importance of a child’s future to uncomfortable stature of importance. No it is best to simply play along to get along, don’t be a problem and take whatever they will promise so that it gets us further to our personal destination. None of the Nationalism crud for me.

But what of Love? You heard her, calling not to make you king of the world but the Prince of her heart. A good man, a man to walk beside and prosper building a life together to honor the gifts given from God. There it is the Name that cannot be escaped even in self service. For on that road alone he lurks, heckles and offers assistance to drag you away from the mission of self elevation to see if you are prone to the lesser human functions of love, kindness and charity. All those enemies to my achievement, Nope can’t get anywhere with that type of thinking or those criminal assets threatening to steal from my imagined prowess. Can there be reasons, I mean reasons that make sense to a man to love someone more than yourselves? To give your time, life, talents and guidance that others may achieve their greatness and in so sacrifice your own actualization? That just makes no sense, why would someone of right mind do such a peculiar unselfish action? Just as love it makes no sense and isn’t sense what all men desire, admire and aspire to capture?

Yes it is clear that America should fall not because we cannot rise to defend and save her, nor because we cannot turn ourselves in humility to God to save her from the product of our own self-service nor because we as men can see no greater offer of kindness and love to our God, Family and nation than to lay down our lives and dreams that others may live free to find their own. Yes, that’s it there are no pursuits of acceptable weight equally the tastes of self. So we shall let this nation fall to those who would accumulate every dime within the time allotted, to give transhumanism the time to extend our time that we have enough to make the most of every thing we wanted to forget God and the nation he has given that we may get the most of what we wanted from this life. Or will we?

Folded time and wadded it in a great big ball then used it like silly putty to copy the funny pages. History displayed as an antonym of reality, gently blowing in the breeze as the wind toys with its tatters. Toddlers in the toy-room hoping nothing more than nonsense will compel shareholder influence. And what priest has admonished those infatuated with folly, gems and power? For none stand to lose the gain of wanton solicitation of the ungodly. Unto belief is finally come clean into the truth of faith practised lightly for talent shows and book reviews.

What stream greased the pulverizing wheel of Time’s exasperation with the living? What deed or trust when reviewed shows that death owns anything but a moment where caught breath and stopped signals convey that which is to that which was and will soon become? Are you we so disinterested in the outcome that we have sold our inheritance and seat upon the podium to someone greedy enough to want to be US? What brand of holy devotion protects us from the slaughter that each man’s heart welcomes for the masses?

Is august a portence, a shield or title invoking something entirely clean and well intentioned? What farm rolls out the animals without gas the birds with reproduction and the ants that refrain from eating all that we hold as treasure. Why is rust so effective and maggots always hungry for the rotted flesh of life’s weakness? Invoke the Holy decree that stops infraction of the wicked upon innocence and dreams. Where with all it may be delivered to God’s Reviewing promise, protected, provisioned and predetermined for the Good Works of Time’s unwilling clutches?

Does he lose if I refuse to acknowledge my own captivity, viewing myself never late or early but always there when I need be? Punctual, Petty Coat Junctional on my way to the greenest acre of barren waste set aside for those who never wanted. Freedom in the pie left behind for all to finish as we each diminish and fade into the background, woven to tapestry telling the story of something never worth the read. A seed within the machinery of temporeal passed on as no policy provides for process of heavenly things by Earthly requirement. Looked at with tilted brow, lost in the shadows of my own dour thought I reach for tomorrows elbow, asking if I may perhaps hitch a ride to nowhere, for somewhere had to go.

Simple, peaceful, charming

Level-headed, recall

Sally’s gone silly

Sanctioned for the City

Armored, sweat, straight up deputized to madness

Machines gone heavy

Worry for the neighbors

Uber’s gonna cost you

Dawn refused to rise

Heaven’s never waiting

Some things don’t fit the climate

Show’s at Seven

Populist perdition

Made to capture sunrise

Onboard administration

Stars and bones and a bag of oracles

Cleft to see the perfect

Simple Simon and Peter’s nephew

Left upon Nebo

Fighting a grand quandary

To see the sun and yet never know the Light

Strong suggestive instinct

Amassed store’s aplenty

And fealty free, unto the stars

Render the nightmare of contrition

For dark is found home

Within the hearts of those who once craved dawn