Time’s heart erupted. The sky split showing the baseline as the universe reached for something to hold it up. Falling upward, begin blown about with no wind or sound I found my heart pulsing with the orange and blood red flashes in the dark. My eyes rebelled from sensory overload or was it my soul that in the overwhelming moment had no frame with which to reference. Down the worm hole of cripple’s casting I through myself to escape the hollering night. The scream of dawn as sunlight was torn from our memories we suffered separation from any peaceful comprehension. All was war, chaos and abnormal even taking breath seemed somehow wrong. Screeches of worlds colliding made sound in the vacuum that we should have heard but lay harmless hiding on the walls and wells of space’s exit ramp. Not wanting to set the clock in motion once again I hid inside myself, afraid to even question, reason or move. For it had too much, too much for man to see and know.

We had gone the distance and found nothing at forms end. Deposited in the run off of the cosmos, I felt discarded as we had somehow found the alley behind the Rosen Bridge. My mind, my skeleton, my organs felt out of place. Stretched by exceeding light our cells torn apart and restructure a million times per second we should not be, carelessly spread across a thousand parsecs in our passing. Sanctified in sadness of lost loves and moorings detached. The fray into which we are cast may not be of our choosing but is defined by its pregnancy for the quickening of heart and mind. Lost in the established norms I fail to sound present when called upon the perform the task of my expectations. Into the void I find nothing substantial upon which to erect my escape from this vast and abnormal expanse. Time had failed to adhere us to the present which leading to future uncertain. Our whereabouts unknown we grappled with reason no longer satisfactory foundation upon which to make plans for our redemption.

The darkness loomed and promised nothing. In the dullness of my senses I was forced to close my eyes accepting them poor asset in the presence of overwhelming data. Sound and sight had lost this fight and their once helpful input now played only tricks upon my courage and understanding. I stood back from all that I held as truth, except that having travelled through millennia, mass and distance I still existed outside of all law that should have torn me asunder. From under the folds that I punched in time I arose to the panorama of life distant from that which any had known reaching into the new territories of God’s deliverance. I leaned into this new and irrational perception, knowing that there is always a way through calamity and time. Seeking avenues of thought and imagination I felt the gravity of interconnecting pathways leading to places of Spiritual conclusion. The light drew me near to welcome my initiation into all that was before me.

Does valor claim me its victim or ally? What proof does a sideline seat give me to honor, glory or the acceptance of fate and chance? I am the Lord of no one’s fence.

Into the midst of an incontrollable fray I am cast as a pawn with some secret. Some mystery instilled from the dawn of time plays and pulses within a heart that would be slain by palsy, paralysis and fear. These things are not my master but the weapons of foes with penchant for promises they cannot bear to fruition.

I look on while the forces massed against us find purchase in the soils given to God’s beloved. What chance in hell’s installment have they in victory against the King of All Kings? Don’t delight in the frenzy playing out scenes of a script they’ve written in their own denial of the inevitable. Must I now play my cards dealt from an imaginary deck in avatar to escape the obligations and vows that call me to reason?

These are the demons of old have thrived and sycophantly slurped from the power of Spirit that resides too far for the touch of the swollen phalanges. What promise to which they cling brings them to the outskirts of the impossible only to be fallen upon by the Rock that started all Ages? Are we to fall pray to roaming lions pent on our destruction, toothless and off scripture? No for the war is not our own but at the footsteps of God’s Throne. They violate His proclamations in their making. Are we to enforce laws lain down by God Himself? What of His Wrath for their blatant disobedience? Must we reconsider our own in expecting His intervention upon Promise?

Cyclically we repeat the fearful works of unfaithful. Again to again we find caverns and shadow in which to hide from the horrific when all along God’s wings and His Omniscience stood awaiting our acceptance. I run no more if but to the waiting arms of God’s Protection, Hope and Promise. Wait not my Friends for the time dwindles in this mass of indecision.

Crucial ignominy relative to the mooring poured out in ages long perished. Trials in the eyes of nieces whispering dark tales of Uncle’s character manipulated to portray an innocent man. Left to reason it out in solitude, conversations held with self, by self, answered by self, leaving one as barren as the desert in noonday. We are sanctioned to perform outside of universal norms with the sole purpose and reason being our gratification and untarnished conscience. What monsters have played the stage this day?

The machinery is corroded, not simply tarnished in the diesel poisons of nation’s impropriety, but fouled at its heart in desperate cries of demonic indwelling. There is no stride long enough to escape the mark leveled deeply in the memory of mankind. An immoral rape of all that may be referred sacrosanct. Nothing left as imaginations are dumped upon the screens and sidewalks for review by children left with scarred or wounded innocence. This is our history being written before us, as we idly sing along never once contemplating the thoughts of our Great-Grand Children. To what shame do we subject them in relation, for we will be to blame for their world’s ravaging.

What have we placed upon today’s pedestal. Remorseless discovery of non pious criminality and lusts so odd they would make the fallen blush? How high the pyres, fired to rid us of blemish and stain that resists the cleansing of prayer and passion? What washes away the epiglottal filth hard as staining sand beyond the reach of prying finger or lozenge? Cattle calls and pack cars of chattel slaves to the empires of the slaked and dark places. Collective minds lost before their promised hive mind could connect them. Reason laid to rest alongside the sense we once found common. Colors are dulled by capacity of imperception.

How may freedom’s price be paid when a child wandering in neighborhood less known is sold for sensory conquest? The nerves pinched by visions so cruel them challenge the breadth of human definition, we lay porous to acidity, without remorse or cause or home. This challenge is the range of our purpose and recognition of the life residing in us. For none too sweet to accept folly as hope would bring forth counsel to remain astride the horse we now have saddled. No stirrup’s support for the weight the bears us aloft to greater things that a man yet has done. For we are counted lonely when seated with the masses as their dreams never once got whispered. For in our heads and hearts the drums of self indulgence silenced all voice and wisdom.

We were alone for the ride to bridge and fury. In to the promised wrath of all that Hold’s Holy we committed ourselves in utter pride. Taken from the horse of our propelling false conscience we are dissolved in the Raging magma of life’s forging furnace to return to dust as we arrived.

Pomegranate ripe, insatiable appetite for reason and the myths of misbegotten societies bequeathed to sand and saddle. The prattle, deeming the inevitable eye sore pursuits and passions while fashions change and ideals erode grand measure. What then are our hopes on destiny as supercharged agents of plasma stride mordantly to capture one drop of innocent impact? With recalcitrance the forest falls in silence. Capricious men of plunder and imposed authority ride the distance to see damage complete. Ten thousand feet of rubbish for one Holy Word while plants and paupers weigh the tin of man’s gold wanton.

Counting the coin of departure from all that counsels reason. Lying, roadside sewing the seams of dreams that were better left bottled by mottled crew and happenstance hero. Exception painted upon the face of would-be Queen with lean understanding and negative depth for sounding. Mark it masters of hydrophilicity and sound trumpet to masters lain bare by barrage of those sans patience. To ward agents of porous nightmare, bringers and harbingers of dark’s silken presence. A nonce to guarantee the pathway to Light’s resounding victory. As the moors whisper and the bog stand quiet. We retreat in resolute posture toward the frozen obelisks of our repentance. Waylaid by schemes and dreams yet answered.

Therapy for the healthy conscious sake of emptying the sack to place or replace filter to filth. A spontaneous occasion left random by numbers pulled from repositories of hidden mirth and the annals of World’s yet born. We sing in promise to the wind that never answers thinking itself unseen and therefore unaccountable. But withhold the lodgings of promise and rabble finds residual romance a folly to be laughed at as hand upon hand the land is shaken by promise. Til death or the wealth runs asunder from under the foundations of our occurring reckon. Opulent white and Knight’s sheen to brilliance in undertaking though foolish beyond mixing spirits with sight. Into the whole of night we march awakened by the fires against the horizon we see the landing for hopes at half past dawn.

These are the lands of the unfamiliar, forgotten by hand or trampling foot to breathe in the ram’s resting. Precession a blessing of sorts against the warts of poor thinking and the addle of drinking we parade to display our grand punditry. Faking remorse we’ve altered our course but the horse to the bridle is chafing. A landing in crimson and taupe we slowly release the rope necessary for recovering our honor. In delight we enter this fight untouched by the weight of immortality for we all perish. In timely deceit the rest of the fleet was acquainted with harbors yet wandered. In games afoot, the soot of passions and woes written upon our freshly fired faces to replace the qualms and the psalms we’d once uttered. To war said the maid but we’d already paid to be included on the manifest to midnight.

What determines a man is true or righteous or valiant? How is each man or woman determined to be of Good Courage? How is success measured in this world of sex stars, Mansions and the pedestals upon which seemingly shallow humans are propped? How do you know that you are on the right path? Who holds the key to determining your qualifications and for what position are they considering you? Are criminals to assuage the worth of men who would stand in positions representing larger communities? What then is our modern criteria for accounting our moral dilemma or delight? Are ill patients the measure of health in America? Is it a simply percentage analysis and any measure eclipsing 50% immediately determines the whole? How many men and women have ever volunteered in one era to put on the Uniform of Military Service to Protect the People and their Constitution?

Do you get to tell me how well my kids are doing in their growth and education? Some would have us believe that is within their right as they are more thoroughly or functionally educated. What then of the common man who has paid cash for everything, having made sure all of his kids got a solid skill or education and possessed the mature financial/emotional acumen to make for themselves a good life? What does God think of Each of us? Does He have a separate evaluation for the rich, educated or corporate magnate then He uses for Farmer, Mom or thief? The World’s greatest dysfunction is subjectivity. Proof residing in any employee who will not open his or her mouth to tell the boss he is Moral bankrupt simply to collect another check.

And how many of us have sold our birthright for a bowl of soup, considering our reputation a trifle matter, ascribing our capitulation to when in Rome do as the Roman’s Do, do it til your satisfied or don’t make waves. Jesus Made waves not that He would be killed for it although that was the outcome. He spoke out against hypocrisy, Idolatry, misuse of Authority, skimming the faithful and designing spiritual rules incorporated for the purpose of self ingratiation. Our issue now that we are all self-absorbed is that our own graven image of gods and our own understanding have become the moral framework through which we judge actions of the World and Ourselves. It is no longer common to reflect upon God’s Law or Word to determine the righteous but to look upon a man as did Aristotle to determine today’s definition of what is right and true. If your god’s are fame, fortune and everything that goes with it then Professional athletes, Celebrities and Politicians using the world in unscrupulous fashion is condoned even held in high regard. If on the other hand you possess Biblical World View then these things are outside the aspirations God to which directs us.

The rub begins when statistics claim that 70% of US citizens call themselves Christian or Jew to which Worshiping ONE HOLY and Righteous God is requirement. In fact even those in Islam believe that on judgment day they must be found 50.1 percent good to receive the benefit of Paradise. So we have a quandary entirely based upon misunderstanding of those God believes faithful. The Jews must abide by the Law of Moses or the greater creation of laws written by the Synagogue leaders. Christian’s entry to heaven is solely determined by their believe upon Christ Jesus’ Work’s upon the Cross of Calvary, His Propitiation for all sin as the Perfect Son of God sacrificed for all men and the sealing of His Holy Spirit for eternity upon each proclaiming/receiving this truth. So if those who call themselves by God’s Name believe that it is their own goodness that will gain them access to heaven’s gate they are invariably and sadly mistaken or deceived. A doctrine of Works and the 50.1% is the subjective worldly “Democratic” judgment based upon Majority. To be caught using worldly measures in Spiritual pursuits is a fate worse then death for it comes with separation and agony forever.

So our plight is excruciating. We are using our own subjective analysis to determine our Objective preparation for Everlasting Life. We have been tamed, clamed and renamed by those who practice expert deception into believing a lie we told ourselves. That is why it is imperative for the Son’s of God to arise in power and proclaim the only Name by Which man is saved so that those believing themselves righteous in falsity may awaken and accept the Gift of Grace from God. I do not aspire to riches and wealth, fame or sexual conquest for these are the subjective prizes of worldly wealth. They are temporary, momentary and must be sustained or maintained in order to experience continued, “Happiness”. Pursuits of Happiness are worldly and are far eclipsed by JOY which is Objectively sustained by God’s Holy Spirit.

We must determine our perspective, either Subjective and worldly or Objective and Heavenly. Those are the bars of our current prison from which God has already set US free. If you are captured then perhaps it is time to adjust your Spiritual Perspective to reflect God’s Objective, inerrant, eternal Word that you may live outside the false expectations and understanding of those who believe themselves headed to eternity in God’s Presence but have actually chosen to reside in the Lake of Fire designed for satan and his angels, Forever.

When they love you, they love you. When there are hoops, requirements, manipulations and goals to receive love as reward, cookie or treat then someone involved in the relationship has a love misunderstanding. Love is offered never withheld as requirement for change. Love is given freely for the blessing that each human represents not as a measure of some list of characteristics that are gradient for its receipt. Just as entry to heaven is gift that none must earn it so too is love that none must fulfill performance measures to achieve the qualification of love worthiness. It is shame to withhold love as a manipulative tool especially when it is done to children who cannot comprehend the implications or intricacies of living up to a parents or siblings love. It is either freely given or it never was love, twisted by the wounds and misgivings of its handler.

It is the most powerful Subject in the history and future of mankind. For there is no deed ever done in heroic or outstanding character that was sponsored by any other force than Love. It is the thing a child seeks first and the last word any shall speak when leaving this Earth. It is the one word spoken on a broken phone connection thousands of miles away that heals wounds, completes songs and great poems and makes us go out of our way to please our pets. It is the one treasure that once given and taken cannot be taken by anyone or anything even revisionist history, for one knows when love has occurred. We may doubt love but will wait a lifetime in that doubt to hear those simple words. Love is so complex that the Greeks who had one of the most precise languages still could only break it down to four different types of Love. It is the thing that makes boys men, girls say yes and parents sell everything they own or give every waking hour to see their child’s joy at receiving it. It acknowledges all things, enforces all things and is the power to ever quest ever worth studying.

That is why it is essential to understand the Love of God for His Creation. It surpasses the challenges, fears and temporary complications of the world into which He sends us. It allows Him to overlook our inadequacies and forgive our sins which He abhors. Because it is in belief of that Great Love that we find the Entry Pass to Heaven, for grasping its enormity we understand that Heaven is a Gift of God’s Love. And that He gave the most loveable thing in this or any World a Perfect Son’s Life in order to make that option of Everlasting Life with Him available to each and every one of us. Additionally once love in this pure fashion we are then incapable of using that love as a tool for manipulation or refusing its gift to all men. We have been given a power greater than any passion or wartime pursuit, the power of Love is the Power of God’s Holy Light. It shines upon us, Into us and through us even in our most foolish and failed moments to make us a power for Good in this world for God’s Good Pleasure and Will. Being Loved is the greatest characteristic of my existence. Giving that Love to other’s without exception or requirement immediately equates me with the Sovereign God who loves us all so dearly that He gave the greatest gift of Love He could ever offer to see that we are Set Free.

In Jesus Name I roam this Earth Looking to Give, Empower, Grow and prepare all those whom He Loves. For I truly Love You.

The path that God would have me walk is not fickle. It winds and bends with the contours of a changing life, but never once is prone to slippery footing. My boots find purchase and payment in the stretches to be remembered as passing victories, lands gathered and friends richly met at each juncture, path and season. We were meant to follow Him. Whereto we may not see for the time is not upon us. For the walk with God is the pleasure and the reason of our making and in its hopeful pursuit the purpose becomes discovery.

We having departed from His blessing must make way back to the foundation of our rest. Writing His Word upon our wanderings that only path to certainty in the desert of no marking. A Father leads His Children into good things but in a life with passion of present and past pain is inherent and must be treasured, fostered and bourn as equipping for time’s coming. To listen, watch and obey even when the orders lead to trials beyond my authority or capacity. For in that faith upon His Power, eschewing the uncertainty of my own I find the source of completing the Impossible tasks for which I was transformed.

It is a gracious thing to stand apart from a world that’s corrupted. Not only abstaining from its moral judgment but also letting go of its pursuits, ends and heroes. For there are none who have a true heart for God and we know though we won’t admit, that as men and women we all fall short of God’s Glory. That is why salvation is solely of God through Christ, because we could not do it nor would we if we could. We would put it off for the last possible moment hoping that we could get one more temporary injection of our chosen sin before turning over the new leaf. In effect we will make the wrong choice if left to our own design and pleasure. We must be provoked by trial, pain or loss to cry out for God’s Mercy and ought be truly thankful for the chastisement He provides.

I am no self appointed leader of Christ’s Body. He alone is the Head of the Church, but that does not preclude me from observing His commands and expectations for the Body of Christ where my own salvation and those sheep that have been given under my care for His Good Purpose and Pleasure. In that I can see that we have for thousands of years now allowed the enemy free access to our places of Worship. To the point where we have become businesses with very little to distinguish Believers from the Corporate World without Christ. This is anathema to what God intended but his Brother Jude told us clearly this would be our state in these last days and what should be done to set ourselves apart from it.

First we are to GO, which we seldom do without some expectation of vacation or reward. The Body is about Service, Christ was very clear about the greatest among us is the greatest servant of all. It is illogical therefore to adopt a process of building expensive domiciles or places of worship when the work is on the road or frequently in the enemy camp where those who have yet to contemplate the Gospel are found. Again there is no judgment in reviewing Christ’s example. He went to them where they lived in their towns and possible places of wickedness, preached, healed, baptized and then came to the home of welcome believers to fellowship when the work was done. Even departing from believers to go to garden or mountain to dwell in God’s Holy Presence and Prayer, nightly. We cannot ignore Christ’s example and expect that we are in fact upon the right Path for the Church.

How can we have faith in God’s Provision when we are consistently going about raising money for the Church fully dependent upon the tithe to cover the mortgage of some distant or unbelieving banker. And what of the Government’s Control for being a non tax status entity. There are no gifts from Government, it has no heart for the downtrodden or for Christ. If they bestow a non tax status it is in exchange for leverage within the Church, for controls or what is Preached, Sung and done for God or how it is pursued. We have become so much like the world in our organization and practice that we cannot hope to produce anything of Heavenly comport. Nowadays so many churches are involved in internet porn, adultery, Corruption and even trafficking of Children that we know God would never include among the things of Righteousness He intends.

Without the indwelling Seal of the Holy Spirit we have nothing but an empty promise and prayer for salvation. Evidence of the Presence of The Spirit is what Christ counseled the Apostles to wait for in Jerusalem. Without Spirit we are neither sealed, adopted nor are we empowered to become called the Son’s of God filled with His authority as solid witness for Christ. Why then are our churches walking as businesses without the Spirit of Christ’s leading. Without that seal we cannot be heard and expect answer to our Prayers for many of them may not be expressed to God without the Spirit turning our groans into intelligible requests translated to the Father for Consideration and answer.

The follies and foolish pride of denominations must end. Certainly belief based upon Jesus must be established but the enemy has won a huge section of ground in Church by getting us to separate our Body into sects, typically along grounds prideful argument or racial/nationalistic boundary. We are ONE Body, ONE God and ONE indwelling Spirit born to be unified and given shared Glory by God to be so. Do not be mistaken this is not the same venture as the Ecumenical Church sponsored by Rome that is looking to combine all Faiths even Pagan into a one world religion against God’s Will. This is all believers putting aside their arguments and professing Christ Jesus as the Head of the Church, not cardinal, bishop, Priest or Pope.

If we got out in the streets, neighborhoods and towns with the Spirit guiding, empowering and filling us with His Power then we would be what God intended a Power with which no Dominion, Principality or worldly organization or government may contend. A Force for Good, caring, loving, sharing and truly spreading God’s Love in our works not just our empty Word. Feed the Hungry, Shoe the shoeless, give hope to the desperate and shine the Light of Christ to this desperate world. Church is not a place I go it is in me, where I go the Church goes. If the seek and forgotten are always to be found on the road then how may I sit in a building with a bunch of clean folks expecting the dirty to show up and worship a God they don’t know with people who didn’t care enough to come find them?

Infrequent turpitude. Sanctioned disbelief standing upon the myths of moment and maligned reason. The hands of someone trusted forgotten by the unfortunate decision to pursue lesser avenue. Stuck on wrong side of town and track courtesy of impertinent sanction. Lost to the seeds of weathers sounding the depths of moral incapacity. Back azimuth leads to naught when time and testimony dependent. We have the shoes that we have chosen to put on.

A title free of passion’s incumbrance, I wallow in the pity of decisions poorly planned. Orange skies and blue nightmares droning out the corporate byline of self importance. Along for the ride with no where to hide and none to blame for my recompense. These are the arms having lifted heavily that sought the shallow rewards when deep, honorable feelings were offered. In the depth of an evening never meant the reflections are filled and counted lost.

Scour the universe for adventure, never reaching proper permutation or station freed from doubtful regret. Was invited, never responded, showed anyway to be turned away for policy violations. Well thought speeches must still be delivered in rhythm, rhyme and passion to be repeated by our Grandkids. Katydids and filigree once special moments too private for sharing erased on the pathways to starlight. To these legions we have sworn fealty and eat the fruits of labors given. All for the denial of warmth, comfort and indecision.

Time Proper arrives sometimes unwanted when expectations unmeasured fail to accept the doctors control sequence. What and where are properties recovered turned down by the unwanton, welcomed territory to those with buried pearl. Alongside at starboard a retrievals note found foils and covers and converts in inland. More to pillage gainful uproar languish the boredom of unthankful slaves to treasure and terror. Readied for the wrong dance, standing in the room only given with ample security of our own creation, yet this time we face the dawn of rivers less traveled

Allegiances and passions lethal makeshift fashions designed for escape and to provide some cloak of trade. The tirade never happened the battered and the captained found solace in the slumber of the golden palisade. Traded all my wisdom for a bucket full of patterns looking for the passageway to Saturn’s yearning moon. The firestorm still rages between the welding sages amazing duplicity constructed on the boon. All left to freak occurrences heeding the assurances that tied us to morning when dawn had come too soon.

The Bible and a Preacher who considered himself teacher fought to reach the heavenlies before the Chariots would play. All he said was predetermined, authentic as a sermon given on a Saturday before the Sun had gone its way. Redaction sans his rhetoric Theory and post etiquette for all that shown were his bright eyes and the Fires of God within. They listened and some were shaken some questioned and were mistaken for all had one thing in common the price paid for their sin. Now Christ is not operating on leisure there are none who may take measure for perfection belongs to one of us and His Name is Sovereign God.

Wayward sleep and rest for comes soon another test as humanity must rise above the place it once had been. His reflection in the crucible unchanging and inducible proof of dross removal and purity set in. My loss is counted sifting the Lord does all the heavy lifting, my job is simply stand in faith and watch the Master’s craft. If they could see my state now soon to meet the heaven’s you seldom would have laughed. This journey just beginning challenged by color, morality, whisper and song. We find forgiveness in the doing. Recovering from wounds found in inaction we take to roads which ought not be ventured. Recalling the warnings lightly given as protection from the ills of counsel unheeded.

The songs seek to sweep us from sturdy footing and lure us into weakness of breast and surety of mind. In tongues forgotten sweetly, we remember the dawns of lesser days travelling peacefully through forest unencumbered, by ritual, plant of bonny babe we pass in comfort of the fear that once had us frozen. Into lions grip we’ve committed selling ourselves duly to the wheels of time we have found history unfriendly and future an angry lass. To street to will to pleasure finding the sound of boots chasing rocks and pavement a soothing salve for minds way beyond the collection of memories and hope.

We find inclusion without trepidation or remorse in the ticking sweep of Time’s broad arms. Going forward leaves an emptiness of fortifications and cities built to feed the false sense of insecurities. Leaving the caution of the damned we courageous chase the midnight calm found in each of Earth’s proud reveling. Running bye the sun we salute all our aspirations born on the morning winds and sands of revelation. Into pitch we draw lacking resentment or regret we fancy ourselves hopeful. Into dreams draft we point our apprehensive call to understanding and embrace of what we know is certain.

Leeward yaw and Southern Paw puts right forward when march is called. Armbruster’s hook and Captain Cook, shook the tree so hard the mastiff stalled. The Queens in jubilation, never mind her exploitation of merriment and song gone for six days strong. After twenty one pop their cork time to dirty up the fork asking all the children if perhaps our bash may be right or wrong.

He loved those quizzical poems of deep leather tome’s with binding so sound and gilds all around, those tend to make the parlor quite musty. We found reason and wanted wisdom akin it. Nonplussed we fussed, infrequently we cussed to the teller and the feller who make’s whiskey out of wine. There is no convocation that will exemplify the nation to last throughout edification. we longed for the scents of yesteryear to relieve the fear of unfamiliar the gross and quite peculiar steering away from the queer to reflections quite clear we put the extemporaneous out of fashion.

Lord’s and brigands calm as storm turns to silence and dawn fills tomorrow with today. In Freedom’s hall we looked upon portraits to men who were once sodden pirate given respectability in pardon of wartime passions. Where free men found prison and captors set to walk free. A brand or a medal adorned the history’s and heart’s of would be heroes. No remorse or cause for eclipse in thinking. Hidden by the absolute certainty of ideals, gospel and self governed stories told over and over to cover the voices telling us otherwise.

In tortured tandem parallel versions are erected. Dynamic pageantry and drama find home in cauldrons of pots misused for magics. No more that pleasant breeze clearing filth and margin call but the wet plummeting barometers prediction of sails and slumbers rest at the bottom of begotten bay. What tales afresh the wicked tell to moor themselves to likeness. Investing that heaven’s will be slammed open the day we’ve come to call saint Peter. Even when ashes fine and sackcloth do not to purge our illness then Tarshish shall see before the Easter moon. To find salvations hope or dine with the covetous sailors beyond the flashing waves.