Primitive republic or Diplomatic aristocracy all may say they see before them a “Democracy”. For in Democratic hands the decision making is distributed between members of the society, in some to the able bodied not facing the bonds of slavery in others the oligarchs making rules, pulling the reigns of wealth to make choices for all as pawns of their power. Tis rare this things we hover bout. This Constitutional Prize taking wholly into account the detriment of the minority as a more heavily weighted measure in voting. For if tyrants make decisions within a Democracy it still remains true to name yet not all fair to the same delight and blessing. This is why we rejoice today for this is not a simple Democracy that we behold before King and President buy into the complex thinking of those who would never governed by Kings, Tyrants and Oligarchs but by God Himself. This is a Constitutional Republic where power resides in the people not the wealthy officer or king. This is America.

Yes we have forgotten the arduous requirement of maintenance bestowed upon each generation. For as the roof begins to leak over useful years, walls rot and foundations crumble so are the effects of time and withering. The requirement having said knowledge instructs each generation to the perpetual building of the Country that would remain Free before God and Man. Perhaps it is the deception crawl of serpent that lures to our self fed fate or maybe the requirement of Faith to please God. Whichever this incumbent responsibility ignored quickly brings down Republic to Oligarchy to Democracy in tyranny to Police State. Standing at the window this glorious view of the Purple Mountain Majesty and waving amber fields of grain we are brought the Duty of Remembrance to our King the Lord God Himself, that we shall encourage the lowest of members to understand and vote for Freedom, to tend the crop of Liberty that generation upon generation may breed in confidence and Breathe Free. Never again we say. Never again forget the blessings of God upon this nation in lazily passing the responsibility for its continued viability on to the man or woman next to me. This is my Republic, whose King is God and it is my responsibility before God to stand upon the Rock of Ages and defend our Gift of Freedom.

What then of celebration? Shall we look to mortuary and remember the fallen? Perhaps another day but not this time. This moment in time is for Abundant Joy of Life Given US by the Lord Jesus Christ as the true meaning of this lifetime. To ponder the smiles of our children, the Love of Wife or husband and the Unity that bonds each of US through God to the Free Land He Gave U.S. To look to the skies of today dreaming of tomorrow born in pursuit of happiness and liberty not at the expense of our Brother but with intent of His prosperity right next to my own. To dream of a Family born to live in Freedom or die together by God’s Will if we do not continue its defenses. This is the moment to look upon the bombs of celebration as symbol of those found in war that destroy, kill and break down. These bombs and flashes set aflame to kindle the hope, courage and joy found only in our continued national health and gratefulness to God. It is once again time to remember and dream. Remember what it takes to remain free and the blessings of our Liberty, how priceless the smile of my Children born in freedom and to dream God continued hand of Promised Blessing upon her for walking circumspect before Him following His Law and living righteous before one another beneath God’s Smiling Countenance.

Reflecting upon the Brilliance of we can now assume is close to completion, we are compromised nearly forced to last chapter awaiting the outcomes that will transform the face of history. It is no longer hypothetical to contemplate the mastery of a plan that so challenged the enemy’s assets by depending upon their arrogance in every juncture as premise to seeing them falter.  Let me give it to you in small scoops of vanilla to prompt ready digestion;

The Military having arrived at the point where Coup against the Government has become perhaps inevitable, they mercifully and faithfully try one last plan that when it works will free America from its captors and see the hydra beheaded. So they needed a champion. In war none have clean hands and in this international billionaire intrigue many are soldiers ordering the lives and deaths of people daily. They required someone who knew them all, knew their rituals their statutes their gatherings, someone who had walked among them even dating or marrying into their acceptance groups. The rightful choice was Donald J. Trump especially as he had been friends with many on both sides of the reflecting pool.

In 2016 they knew the only chance resided in putting Trump into office of Presidency because the one thing that would signal the end of America was a Presidency by Hillary Clinton. Whether informed by the Secret Service or Military intelligence leaders knew that once Hillary took office America would expire almost overnight sold out, chopped up and led to slaughter by this woman with no heart and no love of Country. So they did the unthinkable and installed Donald Trump into the Republican Party and began to challenge the long list of RINO’s and DEMs between him and Hillary. Trump was almost a natural but the military knew that no matter how well he did the game was rigged by Voting Machines programmed with algorithms that stripped votes from one candidate and apportioned them to the cheating winner.

They had accessed these machines and seen them transfer power in other countries to dictators and despots and were determined that this should never happen in America, not while they had the means to prevent it. So they unrigged the algorithms of the machines and allowed the election to proceed according to the Real vote and guess what Trump Won. The other side was devastated especially since they had been so certain of victory that they neglected to visit swing states that in deed went to Trump delivering him the election. Hillary had failed the dark powers. She would never be forgiven. Even with sloppy dossier and the spying apparatus of Obama and FISA GATE they still could not overcome the righteous charm of a business man in the seat of power in our government.

The people cheered the Progressives raged and swore to obstruct, conceal, attack and deliver a resounding defeat for Trump in the next election, but the problem now was they knew their algorithms could be hacked. So they set them so aggressively that Trump could never win and then proceeded to plan ballot stuffing, load voter rolls with fake voters, dead voters, unregistered voters and even developed thousands of preprinted computerized ballots from foreign producer to assure they didn’t lose. To lose meant the end of their dynasty as all would be exposed as treasonous and criminal. They received their worst nightmare as their puppet candidate’s neared election.

Trump’s America First Program was so popular that an all-time turn out occurrence challenged even their heavy weighted algorithms. They would not produce a win no matter how broadly they had set them in anticipation, they were going to lose. So, they called a halt to the Six Swing States run by Democrat Voting Managers and after midnight carefully instituted plans B, C, D and E. They could not lose. They knew they had lost for now they would have to turn to the MSM and declare a win even though the numbers they produced were outside of the available voters and that everyone would know. They now had to keep it out of the courts and employ their deep state agents in the Supreme Court to stop it from reaching their review. The biggest problem they had although they didn’t know it is that the Patriots had anticipated each one of these moves and provided recordings, chain of custody absences and cyber forensics sufficient to send all involved to Federal Prison or worse.

Now they needed to silence the naysayers put out the mockingbird narrative and assure that no one stood in their path for deterrence. January 6 th they would develop a false flag event necessary to declaring an attempted insurrection against the Congress/Senate making it necessary to deploy National Guard Troops in Washington  D.C. The troops that would be used to force trump from the White House as these troops were sent by the very states with election irregularities with obedient Progressive commanders with allegiance to Governors who had already proven they were far willing to abuse their power in emergency lockdown procedures designed to keep power and launch the Fascist Democrat Government. So they took a script from Hitler and instituted Emergency Services Acts in each state that had been penned without peoples understanding in the run up to their planned release of virus. They officially could exercise near martial law authority through the governor’s office which is the same thing that won the Nazi’s power in Germany in 1933.

The problem increased in magnitude when Mike Pompeo released what I had been reporting for some time that many if not all of the Governors had been meeting with the CCP at Chamber of Commerce Meetings at the Governors Summit for several years and many had signed MOU’s or accepted funds from the CCP for joint business ops. With Andrew Cuomo being the President of the Governors Association we immediately saw a directive to shut down the discussion of fraud, cancel small businesses and confine families and children to a life of authoritarian rule for the extended future. All for the purpose of buying power through Coup and sealing up the backside so that Trump could not stay in the rightful seat. These Governor’s became an obvious stanchion placed in the obstructive path of Trump’s reelection. These States Governor’s had now violated the Trust given them by the People and committed Treason against this nation for the sake of Global Standing. A pitiful story that not for a superior forward looking plan set out by our Military would have put US in as a small global outpost captured by assimilation in New World Order.

On the Road A Song to be sung And Fun to be had as we forget all the sad and get onto the business of living.

Playing dead So no one will find us Breathing slow so our heart beats don’t give us away in a quest to escape the unforgiving

Almost there The glorious sun blowing the wind through your hair with somewhere to go whether for win, place or show is half of the work that we’re after.

It’s best to be glad With all the blessings we’ve had it is hard to see dark in a light discerning wrong from the right turning our sadness to laughter

Love is a promise. Work is the road we walk while waiting for someone to love. Strength is forged from that promise

Strength is the power to see hope when the heat of Love’s comfort is absent leaving us nothing but memories of flame.

The Fires Still Burns, though we can’t see it, The Time passes bye though when years became weeks or the lines on our cheeks

Some day becomes now and we’re left wondering how or living as if we already knew it.

Approach the flame as you always knew it’s name and the blessings that God has given within it.

Remembering the calm as if balm to your pain and peace to your heart every minute.

Teach, Train or dream be part of the team with a goal a choice and good pleasure

Give Glory to God and don’t think it odd that He fills your cup beyond measure.

To their knees, Giants. Felled in unbelief. Gasping Wizards slander. Retreating night’s sequins. Sawn asunder. No Bolt or thunder. Strayed from housing’s helm. Quieted by steel. Stolen from History. Mysteries assaulted. Lain hewn to whimper and lost hope.

Pyramid’s fame. Altars to the Goddess. Obelisk of flesh. Enshrined in power’s siren. To light they call. Hidden in the darkness. Truth expands to treachery. Mortals armed with matches. Deserts calmed in rain. Too soon to regret the slain. Too late confession. The Fear we possess.

In Hollywood Hope. Decision passes mercy. Where loyalty breaks. Vows under burden. Collapsed under weight of forgotten purpose or purposely made rotten. Small meadow stream. Swollen to boundaries new. Daylight bargained. For toast at dawn’s behest.

Manteled, mounted, stolid. Pressed beyond pages. Smeared across bricks falling. In Cities dispossessed. Declarative reason for joy within the orchard. When all have known. The fury of a King. Bring pheasant large or bison small. All with courage. No hopeful plea honored. The Line, held. To feed man’s glory, when none shall eat.

Felonious, bedraggled off-put league. To dawn comfort I would bid you learn again the mild mannered hazard of a saintly few. Lord and master of the whimsical. Silent servant to the clumsy hands of brigand’s fog. We lopes, we rambles and takes what we’re wanting as it presents it treasure. Third and fourth personal references aside the time of gallantry past we fixedly embrace those proud oafish meanderings. Silence an impossibility, stealth beyond question, now to chaos, calamity and anarchical misdirection. We are those ruffian, riotous lot begot with a hunger never quenched but by the loss and tears of innocent folk.

What to the desert so clean, so well swept with the high winds past midnight, racing bound for the starlit sea. Why such hurry, no dawdling, bring her nose about that we might take full sail and challenge the hands of time to stop us for we reach tomorrow. Laws passed, not with intent of adherence or accountability, but with the stylish manner of appearance. We must be seen going about what we are to go about. No questions no curious eyes no reports to the Queen of those who’ve gone against her good pleasure. We are the needful obedient, seeing the consequences unpleasant we skate, never late and will debate with full fire and fury of men stricken to keep nose half inch above lake.

That I could have done the right things eleven times and the worst at first. It is not for the mild to pursue life everlasting and the walk commensurate with aligning to perfection’s call. Standing apart, never far enough that assistance may be forgotten or love offered with a strong grasp and a pull of bread and wine, but reluctant nonetheless to become one with terranical. Dream of hopeful transformation and rebirth to a world solely explained by its inexplicable nature and our lack of imagination. We humbled by unspeakable sovereignty lay down our quest for mortal riches to place our hope in those things only achieved, seen, obtained or realized in passing. Those impossible things beyond the realm of intelligence yet twice brilliant than the greatest mind has known. The magics of mystery born in the Word’s whisper in power and purpose. For the August few.

What then of my lusts? Why must they be bridled as I tighten my jacket and pull up my trousers to show the world the curvaceous nature of a man born to midnights fill? Why must it be answered this interrogative regarding too much or overdone, for that is the only prescient reaction in desire’s call the endless cup to be filled and once again turned inside out looking for each savory drop? We are not held by wind, light and time but by the raging inferno of our heart’s newest cravings. We serve the master who doles out ladle upon ladle of fat filled mead, buttered with cinnamon and salted with carmel flourish to soften the will of the righteous himself. We pay no heed to doubt or faith, what need has man who serves his own mouth and belly for the things that will earn us time beyond that which we will use to visit the trough of life’s pleasure?

I’m gonna tell someone about Jesus, Hoping they give Him Praise. I’m gonna tell someone about Jesus, Of Salvation and the Glory days. With all of my might and my eyes closed tight Knowing that the Spirit gonna put things right. I’m gonna tell someone about Jesus hoping they find their way home.

I want the world to know Jesus, only He can set them free. I’m gonna tell someone about Jesus, and how much He loves you and me. With all of my mind, body, soul and heart, I am gonna let them know the very best part. We all get to be with Jesus, when He gets around the bringing us home.

For there’s Power in His Spirit to proclaim us the Sons of the King. As we witness to His Glory and great things His return will bring. Are you packed up are you ready? Cause Jesus might come back today. I’ve got this time to tell you about Him so here’s what I’ve got to say;

Morning beckons dark leave hold, give way to life and light. But darkness enjoys its grasp upon the hearts of men in their imaginations troubled by the wretched sea and silken dark. Then the fizzle, the kindling spark and promise is whispered by those who remember warmth and hearth. Welcome encouraging few to see the light reassembled against the formidable purple black of moon’s back side. What hope has left its mark upon those who would be coupled and vanquished by the raging, hateful threats of night?

Then the Sovereign hold of Creation’s law separates the night once again from day. The wrestling begins as rosen arrows of light assault the horizons veteran hold. The amber fury gains push from beneath the hedgerow showing itself victor over the greening black of latter morning. Eyes averted to the coming blasts of cyrene and orange overtaking the line of night’s departure. Aperture’s narrowed to ease in the resounding and exponential increase of waves, particles and plasma’s burning embers embrace the day.

What light is found in the vacuum time of space? Colder than winter’s fury the icy black nothingness of void and space between matter wins the battle of solar system’s yet they be name for the light. For none may prevail against the formidable gases heated by chemicals aflame with the simple rage and passion’s of God born within them. How may dark preside in legal fashion upon the dais of life’s determination? None may stand against the cleansing might of fire’s anguish to see all revealed. All to be known by its profile in shadow. Left to darkness evil plans its return to capture for a time all life in slumber or slinking window of torrent and horror found only in the depths of dark.

What child is this? Brilliant, dazzling, aflame with colors, karat and cut each facet of greater eloquence. Radiant perception, not to flames height but to colors majestic upon the greys and blacks of morning unforgiveness. The warm hope of morn touches hand’s back removing pain, fear and doubt left with gleaming recall of pride, fashion and faith. Visually outstanding set against the ashen and vermillion hues of verdant field. Sliding past the opulent reference the streaking swollen reds and bursting yellow blast of phosphorescent glory.

If you tell a story don’t you want it to be true, Bout the flag waving in God’s Glory and His Love for me and you. We recall the battles fury and the loved ones we have lost, reflecting on the value we cannot forget the cost. To the ramparts my Good Soldiers to mount your tanks and cannons free, give them answer to desire to make slaves of you and me. Make the oceans be the graveyard for attempts to take God’s gift for a nation living freely leave them lay beyond the rift. Now to air heaven’s pilots dropping bombs on them like rain, we forgive them their offenses but now they must Know the pain. And to ground our mighty warriors to their Kings give God’s demand.

Drained of heart they forgot their part and simply laid down to perish. A fair dish to serve so cold and relish the incalculable enemy losses gained in their confusion. No solution presented as ready meet we do entreat to reason. Ground and pound another round of forgive them for the season. Forgotten courage of numbers glaring they race to defeat though easily three to one man to spear to artillery’s flare, we stare into the coming dawn, each helmet kept tightly fastened on sweaty scalp, chasing the time to remember the ember’s lit in each heart as we sought to earn in struggle that which could not be bought. Freedom’s heart beat thrice that day and as children say in charming way the blessing had come upon each mind in peace and soothing heart as the start of the end checked into to the mountain vale and welcomed at valley station yale.

Warm hearts to life, sweet life so swiftly dealt another blow or left to grow oddly toward eternity. In dreams power by imagining breast each must face that test to which a man made be unmade yet bade simply to comply and die for the cause of body given mathematically, not so emphatically participating in the rushed mourning of young men lost to chambered round and the sound of wounded left to die in the colors of infested wound, boundless, hopeless ill informed of the beaches, trees and castle they’ve stormed. Liesel said her parting charting days without end avoiding the sending parchment or orders to regimental command where she had planned to country with young gent, if and when he be sent home to the wanton breast this lovely young woman so proudly presented for viewing as all lined up renewing their vows to God, King and Man we’ll take what we can and leave the rest for raptors alight.

Grey tapestry this sky destined for pageantry in dream’s expression offered confession to sin against man and God in taking for the sake of conquest. In Jest we marvel at the round Earth ours, clinking glasses and tapping swords on the table of our remembrance. Where to God’s Freedom from guilt as the silt of our weighty debt piles at the river of his discontent, so sanctuary but repentance, No distance to run or fly consistent to earn faith’s bypass. To God alone through path of Shepherd learned in August delight or moon’s dark through frozen footsteps. We’ve chosen this day this peaceful day rent wide open with laceration of our imprecise determination against man’s mortality to question morality and sleep no more free of their cries but shower in the blessings usurped from God’s hand.

Closer we get to midnight the faster we begin to run, try so hard to get it right pressured by the setting sun, it all begins to make some sense as we stop to catch our breath, the greater our faith in God above the less we fear our death.

Leaving behind our worry, our defenses and our doubt, Seven times around the Walls and waiting for the enemy’s rout, Don’t know when these walls will fall just know that they’re coming down. Have my ears inclined to heaven listening for the angel’s shout.

On this hill I wait for Glory, hand in hand with believers knowing that God has Won. We are filled with His Holy Spirit cause we’ve been saved upon that cross by God’s one and only Son.

Closer we get to midnight further from the setting sun so little time to get it right no matter how fast we run. Come to close to glory to look back to where I’ve been. The Lord God knows my story of how he cleansed me of all sin.

The clock is just reminder its hands are spinning round and the Lord’s return could be tonight those ready will be found. It’s almost time for Christ’s return to Rule and Reign for Good. Every tongue confess Christ is King how I am waiting for that sound.

What word may I form and deliver to grow, brighten or change the world? For in this quest of mastery to man, words are our greatest offering. Thereby the essential task of a learned man is to measure, shape, prepare and deliver the word that matters most and to equally forestall, refrain and abstain from delivering caustic or dismissive language. How then am I tempered in life by my own doing or epistemological influence to consistently locate, test and offer word that is productive, encouraging and fruitful?

For men seek power and there is more power found within the kind tongue than twenty armies muster. Equally acidic rhetoric may exponentially inflame or destroy that which is frail and expectant to maintenance. Therefore, we must embark upon study, practice and recalibration to develop mature assets in eloquence, comfort and descriptive hope if we ever hope to find the greatest authority available in this life, the power to transform the world around us. This assumes that I am a self sufficient being taking no influence, training or direction from my peers, tutors, elders or God. However we know immediately the inadequacy of our thinking as these influences will in fact produce the greatest impact upon our verbal delivery. Man is not a vacuum and does not go through life solely effected by his own counsel and apprehension. We are products of those voices that we choose as our guides to maturity. So in expectation of word mastery our choices must be made with wisdom and calculation if we expect to achieve optimization.

God makes sense. A review of Biblical reason and the sacrificial mission of a living God is by all account the greatest story of human achievement known to man. God’s Direction and word therefore becomes an essential study as man quests the pinnacle performance. Those who fear it for religiosity would never say the same of Plato or Plutarch which begs the immediate question why the thresholds of thought apply solely to the Word of God. Especially considering its pivotal position and man shaping content or impact upon our oral delivery and emotional eloquence. Study the philosophers but first study God for all the philosophers are offering commentary on that which God created. Second-hand thought is never better than original thinking. Do not be cajoled by lesser men into narrowing horizons by excluding the Greatest Word just to please the fear or hate of man.

Once sufficient literary content, grammar and vocabulary have been established the encumbrance transforms to one of voice/style discovery. Each must find his own voice or listen for the musings that play solely in their own heart. None of us want to be someone else we want to have their skills and then out perform them earning our ambitious acquaintance in fame. We always want to outdo our teachers, idles and Fathers. There are no copy cats only those who in so mimicking have admitted the superiority of those gone before us. Each of us is made unique and were always intended to deliver new flavors and content to the universe. So find your voice, even and especially when the building blocks of our own writing, speech and thought resemble the best of our teachers.

The rest as in life is practice. Life is its own meaning. The importance is found in the living, the doing the empirical breathing, thinking, speaking and acting given each of us for a number of years. Your word will become rich or poor by how your life is lived. It will become colored by the grief or joy you experience or maintain in this living. If you wish to change the world then your Words must be of sufficient content, structure and power to motivate others to that transformation. You alone can determine whether you are an edifying influence or succubus. To live and love and sing, speak or write for positive construct of others is the greatest achievements, though those who seek dominion will express their power in consuming all around them. As in all things the greatest power of life is in the choice. The choice of our words is the greatest expression and indication of our choices and our spiritual authority. Choose wisely for others are always listening and perhaps will be changed for the better by what you’ve shared.