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The Non-Digital Eye Of J A D

Don't be afraid, just sit and scribble, then get emotional!
Close your An eyeball s if need be and let your mind out of the cage. Who's judging but you?

The Big Triple Threat

The Satire of the System
Chag Shalom
First: Air time as in a public service announcement and my hair in the wind.
Satire = "The use of humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people's stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary religious, politics and other topical issues."

A writer is like an actor. One scribbles the script conveying emotion while one acts upon it to give the viewer the visual representation.

I'm sporting my willow peaks and character marks. After all, I am a sport and a character.

The system of the world is greatly destroying the human spirit. Yet the human element drives the system, fuels that system and allows it to flourish.
The rat, religious and political race is just too CORRUPT. The dog (Family member) eat dog (Family member) environment is simply rabid without any vaccination shots.
Break free of those chains, and scratch, sniff, bark and crawl to a new tune, no longer gnawing friction upon our Creator, Savior and yes upon those servant angel harvesters.

The captain is barking to a new song and beating his heart to the beat of the original drummer.
Perhaps u never heard the expression...
"It's called a rat race and a dog eat dog world." I call dogs by their names or family members and friends because that is what they are.

A rat race = a feeding frenzy, IE money. A family member eat family member world= every person out for themselves, IE comfort!
But our family members also look out for us.
I tried sending this to 22 people on I-message, but wasn't allowed to, just another BONE to pick.

Came up with a Chag of a New idea.
Chag = have a joyous festival.

Since I'm too Shagged Out to groom my hair excessively, I'm trying something new.
Shagged out = Exhausted and too tired and too shagged out to do any time consuming hair maintaining.

Shag = shaggy as in need to shed hair like a family member.
D O G (family member) spelled backwards is GOD so don't be in reverse to their will and regarding the Harvest Plan!
So, shed your SINS and continue to march forward.

I'm going to grow my hair a bit more BUT mess it up and slightly part it to the side THUS correcting the errors of my bad hair, snip, cut and clip wondering off from barber attempts thus hiding the flaws and I like this new look
but right now I had no choice either.

Given time, the Chag look will work. And it's easier to maintain and less hair products.
I'm sticking to one lady in Antioch from now on and she just evened it out as much as one could I believe and got it combed back, so I suppose the shag look is out.
But, I still got my beard, mustache and witty stanza gotchas to maintain.
Take this for instance...

People Do Lunch-Cats Do Furniture!
Let's talk about cats. For what reason and why would you ask? First my friend, cats are loving friendly creatures, whose only desire is to shed, pee and drop a few fleas wherever need be.

Well, you haven't met night, night that's where-they are most likely to strike. With clippers, slippers and their little white slippers you better wake up and take a look at your family member (not dog) skipper, whose just been entered in the state fair and I'll bet he will wake up with no hair.
Well, my only conclusion is, you spoil that thing with kosher liver, tuna and tons of sardines!!!!!!!!!

On and off the Festivals but of course!

Sincerely,

Captain Chag/Shag as in

Captain 7 Thunder White Beard Fire Storm: k-vine sowing the seeds of love, as in K for Klein and D for Dodge as in a Kool Ram, 2 Stubborn BULL Witnesses and my Master's 7 Thunder lamb

Shalom Chag

The Captain's Prayer
Dear Yahweh and Yahshua-the Lamb of God:
I ask your forgiveness for our disobedience to YOUR and our Birth, Life and Death Festivals and everything else as we
have violated our lives with too much LEAVEN, we have violated the LAW of the OLD and the NEW and we have NOT DWELLED in the TABERNACLE from which we should have always remained in the OLD and the NEW of YOU and YOU.
Dear Heavenly Father, I ask in my immediate Master's name, to NOT ONLY give us the continued strength to endure Life and the Festivals; whether in Joy or Suffering, but to allow our Light to continue to shine ever so
bright as we our being refined like silver and further purified into golden matter. I believe in your Unleavened Perfect Body which is your Flesh. I believe in your Perfect Blood by way of the Death on the Cross for our SINS that you paid the price.

Into the Festivals we are joined in marriage.
I am your slave BUT I am also your eternal friend

The Captain's Shepherd's Wrath Prayer:
A Far Superior Boondock Blast without The Bullets, Vatican, Hollywood or BULL!

Shots fired-boom boom!

"And shepherds we shall be as Two Lampstands and Two Olive Trees for thee my LORD, my LORD-for thee.
So we shall flow a river forth on to thee, making their self righteous wicked souls drop to the knees of Eternity.
And teeming with souls as far as eyes can ever see, shall it always be dear LORD, my LORD-let it be!
The powers that were appointed to the 2 Lamp Stands and 2 Olive Trees are indeed the appointed and indeed between the THEM and the ME, so I will continue to carry out thy commands as simply given orders.

I shall try to force the voice of Thunder and strap on glory and splendor.
I shall try to unleash the fury of my righteous wrath and humble the proud and bring them lower.
Crushing the wicked with thy rod and staff; allowing the dust to cover earthly matters, shrouding their silhouettes, faces now etched in
the gravity from the crying out of sackcloth, grave and matter.

May we continue to breathe the need for thee, for thee my LORD, my LORD-for thee.
Surely fire will continue to feed the heat for we, for thee my LORD, my LORD for we!
Fire has declared war so this debt must be set free.
I shall try to strike their pride down and send it back to where it needs to be.
Let it be dear LORD, my LORD-let it be!

Shabbat Shalom

Don't be like the Lawless One who Tried to Change the Time and the Law.

The Only Commandment which has to do with the Time is the Sabbath.
The Law DOES NOT STATE to worship in a building.

The Three Annual Festivals: Three times a year you are to celebrate a festival to me. All males of Israel must appear before the LORD and nobody should appear empty handed!
But hopefully, all males, females, family members and animals would and will appear before the LORD and worship thy living breathing GOD.

I'm appearing at our fishing boat home for the First.

These are the birth, life and death Festivals as we must all make this journey of life!

Now, Worship in the Truth and in the Spirit!

But fellowship is GOOD but don't break the LAW while having it nor be led astray by the blind.

Throw down Temple Stones!

Have a sacred assembly if u wish-but there is no physical temple in Heaven.

At 49 years of a 7 year cycle, from a several thousand ancient year old soul and many Sabbaths and New Moons of ago-take my wise advice when I say, fear the Lord and Keep his Commandments!

Don't say TGIF unless you have Remembered to Keep the Sabbath Day Holy and you are
speaking to them directly or
praising them in front of others directly and which must always be in the righteous and Holy use of the dialogue and meaning.

This ensures ya'll will not take the Lord's many names in Vain.

Don't trample over the Holy City anymore.

Don't be on the outer court; strive for entering the inner court.

"Benjamin shreds as a ravenous wolf and in the morning he shall devour his prey, and at night he shall divide the spoils."

Yeah, I was Benjamin and yeah I'm Shredding and Snatching Souls from Satan big time!

Do any of ya'll have a problem with our spoils?

If so, I truly don't give a $#!T as I want nobody to enter the Lake of Fire and neither should any of you!
Oy vey!

And, don't listen to the modern day Pharisees who saturate the religious community with their COWARDLY , judgmental, self righteous, unloving and hypocritical, faithless LIES.

It takes a righteous and Holy wolf to go against not one but many wolves let alone Satan and his demon
wolves!

If you want to understand what makes my fire ticker tick!
I'm a severely wounded animal and as such...

I'm a Majestic Live Wired Savage!

Call it good old fashioned
Holy styled Kosher Chutzpah

I have Old testament Fire and New Testament Love and to the Extreme!

Sincerely,

The suffering servant and warrior sheep of the most High who prefers the new name
Captain Klein 7 Thunder White Beard Fire Storm with lil light monkey (11)

Shalom Shabbat

The Captain's BLD Warning:

The Journey of the Just to YHVH and the Lamb:
A Birth, Life and Death Experience: Stepping in-stepping out!

The perfect choice when starting young, is to understand this world is not real so begin early to call out by their NAME.
It is far superior to get a head start and jump ahead of the grading curve, as yee shall reap what yee have been sowing.
From the BIRTH of the cradle through the journey of LIFE, entering into the cane-from the grave, passing DEATH to beyond, from our Master upon Yahweh,
until the reunion of our loved ones is complete-we our joined and bonded together by our final destination known as "The Shalom."

All aboard or walk the earthly plank or scrub the four corner deck!
This is the captain speaking.
When the winds of change, now churning trials of tribuating time-come crashing upon our door steps, even thy four seasons and seas of the shore begin calling out by THY NAME.
Where gold once was the driven golden chased dream of life's choice, even cities, states and worlds now run even more amok.
Abundant and full of lavishly rabid looking pyramids populate our horizen.

Eyes now wide open, soon discovering were hidden deep in those locked closets, were many bankrupt secrets full of broken values, detestable idols and detestable images.
Gold is no longer longed nor was it ever to be loved, and we discovered it to be of broken values and the real treasures was never made of any earthly coins or treasures but rather only that of our and of our loved ones souls.
Once was, is no more, now becoming once again, is an ancient foe now again our oppressors from the past, so our hearts and minds began to sing from a new found vibe, found only within that of the righteous and the holy.

We hold tight to what we know and march along as we fight these battles from an ANCIENT WAR aggressively worsening yet has already been won.
Yet, as time marched forward and through his coat of grace, his magnificent powerful yet tender thunder love surrounds us, pampering our tears with tenderness; till the traces of our tears has no more tracks to trace and death simply is no more.
Fear is no longer feared as we called your NAME.

glory! glory!! glory!!!
by J-vibe and K-vine, sowing the seeds of love.

The Festivals of YHVH and the Lamb
Birth, life and Death!!!
The Three Annual Festivals: Three times a year you are to celebrate a festival to me. All males of Israel must appear before the LORD and nobody should appear empty handed!
But hopefully, all males, females, family members and animals would and will appear before the LORD and worship thy living breathing GOD.

These are the birth, life and death Festivals as we must all make this journey of life! Fellowship is GREAT but don't break the LAW while having it nor be led astray by the blind.
Now, Worship in the Truth and in the Spirit!
I'm appearing at our fishing boat home for the First and LORD willing all eight.

The Captain's Prayer:

Dear Yahweh and Yahshua-the Lamb of God, I ask your forgiveness for our disobedience to YOUR and our Birth, Life and Death Festivals and everything else as we have violated our lives with too much LEAVEN,
we have violated the LAW of the OLD and the NEW and we have NOT DWELLED in the TABERNACLE from which we should have always remained in the OLD and the NEW of YOU and YOU.

Dear Heavenly Father, I ask in my immediate Master's name, to NOT ONLY give us the continued strength to endure Life and the Festivals; whether in Joy or Suffering, but to allow our Light to continue to shine ever so bright as we our being refined like silver and further purified into golden matter.

I believe in your Unleavened Perfect Body which is your Flesh.
I believe in your Perfect Blood by way of your Death on the Cross for our SINS that you paid the price.

Into the Festivals we are joined in marriage.

I am your slave BUT I am also your eternal friend.

Sincerely,

Captain 7 Thunder White Beard Fire Storm: k-vine sowing the seeds of love, as in K for Klein and D for Dodge as in a Kool Ram, 2 Stubborn BULL Witnesses and my Master's 7 Thunder lamb

Rapid Introduction to the Festivals:

The First Three Festivals are about the King and how his life was and is in opposion to ours, as in Death, Life and Rebirth or Passover, Unleavened Bread and Feast of Firstfruits.
The Three Before The LORD Festivals are about our lives, as in Birth, Life and Death or Unleavened Bread, Weeks and Tabernacle.
The Festivals are about our Repentance, Atonement and the Light of the World who came into the world to fullfill the First three Festivals.

The Festivals are about our harvests and what we offer to the LORD of and from those harvests.
The Festivals are about our souls and where we go when the angels harvest us up!

The Festivals Names:

The First Three Spring Festivals:
Pesach/Passover
HaMatzot/Unleavened Bread
Yom Habikkurim/Feast of Firstfruits

The Summer:
Shavuot/Weeks

Fall:
Rosh Hashanah/Day of Trumpets
Yom Kippur/Day of Atonement (not really a festival.)
Sukkot/Tabernacles/
Winter:
Hanukkah/The Festival of Lights

Chag HaMatzot as in in Festival of Unleavened Bread: Escape from bondage = Birth
Chag Shavuot as in Festival of the Weeks: The Giving of the Law at Mr. Sinai = Life
Chag Sukkot as in Festival of Tabernacle: Life in the Wilderness from disobedience = Death!

Have a Chag Pesach, Chag HaMatzot, Chag Yom habikkurim and Chag Shavuot

Not really a Chag as not truly joyous but of repentance as in Rosh Hashanah and No Chag as not joyous but Atonement as in deep sorrow and morning as in we have none without Yahshua/Christ/the Lamb of Yahweh,
who our Creator in the Father's Flesh, came by way of the Living Breathing God Son to DIE for our SINS giving us Atonement.
Make the most of this day by denying yourself and doing no work on the Day of Yom Kippur.
and Chag Sukkot and Chag Hanukkah

The Passover Festival (1 day), Festival of HaMatzot (Unleavened bread) (7 days), the Festival of First Fruits (1 day), Festival of Shavuot (Weeks)(2 days),
the Festival of Trumpets (1 day), the Day of Atonement (1 day) and Festival of Sukkot(Tabernacles!) (8 days) + from the New Testament
the Festival of Lights or Hanukkah (8 days. )

Or, as I call it, the The Light of the World which MIGHT be when my Master was born at the start of this Festival as HE is the Light of the World.

= 29 days total = 2 + 9 = 11 Commandments and two of those 11 Commandments have God's name directly
in the Law portion of those (not including the decrees from that very Law) decrees.
But if you don't include the Feast of Firstfruits since it overlaps on the Festival of Unleavened Bread you get 28 days and there are two Gods as God the Father and God the Son of one Like mind, meaning I worship One God but in two images
and I celebrate eight Festivals.

Visit the Link down below. I'm working on it and I need a bit more time.

Festivals Complete

Security

A moment of solitude breaking all chains.
No boundaries-no rules!
The Limit is set.
Normality weakens as our water becomes polluted.
Pollution sets forth, trying to uncover but I fight through the nonsense so you may drink uncontaminated water.

Religion
A solution not solved.
This puzzle has many a lost piece.Like a fan with no blade, it loses validity, it can't bargain nor trade; it contains no "air of peace".
With all our efforts, we are still so lost. Without our Father's face-how would we ever have had a trace?
He will always be the alpha and the omega.

Rehabilitation
My mind becomes my mind.
My mind must always rhyme.
My heart fills my brain, in the head my heart dwells,
but all along it needs to be sheltered.
My heart now rests upon my hands, with my fingers
I carefully stroke, my thoughts, my feelings, my body no longer withers!

A Solid Prayer
The spirit of God is like a fire burning.
May his presence continue to re-kindle us each morning.
As I awake, I greet thee with a smile that's yearning.
Let self-control over-shadow my belonging:
Give pride it's burial; with no more strength-no more longevity!
May humility accompany my self in harmony.

Politics
The Politician stands tall, positioned and erect.
The snake now attacks; as the words seem to bring promise, seeming
to be complete. It brings much misery as it slithers back into retreat.
The promises that were promised; now promise to serve defeat.
Every dog has a day and their judgment will overcome their foul play.

The Ocean
The clear blue water that has been forever.
The waves crash at shore,
oh how the reef dare to lie still. The awe of nature,
The serenity of this setting,
all fit in making one fine blessing.

Nightfall
A light vanishes that no longer flickers.
Darkness usually covets and generally lies.
Vast and abundant are the stars side by side.
The moon becomes the morning after.
Be a light in a world dimmed with sorrow.

People Do Lunch-Cats Do Furniture!
Let's talk about cats. For what reason and why would you ask?
First my friend, cats are loving friendly creatures, whose only desire is to shed, pee and drop a few fleas wherever need be.
Well, you haven't met night, night that's where-they are most likely to strike.
With clippers, slippers and their little white slippers you better wake up and take a look at your family member (not dog) skipper, whose just been entered in the state fair and I'll bet he will wake up with no hair.
Well, my only conclusion is, you spoil that thing with kosher liver, tuna and tons of sardines!!!!!!!!!

The Creator
An artist is what I am, creating anything out of nothing, forming thoughts producing plenty.
Life now has new meaning.
Sculpting my ways into the way it should be.
Each moment has new beginnings. Each artistic inclination begins when one manipulates the shadow into reality.
If I get all that I need, knowing the needing is what I dream, possibilities shape anything out of my believing.
I give so much just as I take out from the earth.
My love for living is apparent in my seeking.
In the end we should always have friends.

Ying Yearning Yang
This life force is the essential essence of life taking on life.
Like a twin searching for his brother, YIN can't exist without the other.
As dark draws near-dawn starts the new day. Both manipulate one another to end the never ending day.
Their purpose is to attract equal and opposite reactions.
If one should lose the other, this magnet would seize to discover.
Their pathway seems endless, equable and effortless.
Equilibrium becomes the priority preserving lifes equality.
Be in peace with your surroundings and remember
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost are what truly give life its balance, peace and eternal force. His truth is an absolute!

Forced to Blossom
A seed I no longer need; once missing, now no longer wishing.
This wish has plenty a many of meanings.
This pain has served me, paving my way each and every day.
Jacket less and cold, some tears never had tracing.
Vision becomes restored, when the mark shadows an image only in good blessing.
To taste simply craves more raving!
A mate side by side facing the setting.
To dine and sip, while the other pours from a bottle that no longer needs carrying.
To love being in love, is it a blessing? Or a curse from an obvious ending! Echoes ring, sounding outdated, I tie my laces no longer dangling!
I sprout and at times shedding, when a candle loses heat;a wick must re-assemble when misbehaving.
Satisfaction shouts as my thirst quenches those last drops that no longer heat that misguided feeling.
I now only need my Master and his continued divine favor.

Marilyn Monroe: My old friend.
Too much attention little rejection, over night sensation
was one ladies soon to be rejection.
Pleasing to be seen, but too insecure in her dreams.
One woman's dream may not be what you need.
For the Monroe reality became her tragedy. May God Bless her.
I hope to see her again.

Rebel With A Cause
Sitting, staring without a thought,
pretty darn boring so I felt what was not.
Contemplating activities of daily life, yet the answers
were so trivial I almost lost sight.
What's going on inside my head, perhaps a tiny victim trapped within. I gave him the key so he would see but only to find a world of much misery.
Hiding out without a worry and soon to discover
life can become mighty lonely. One and Two are the same baby.

Lost Passion
It goes without words that many great ones become disturbed. Never adjusting-simply self-destructing! Overbearing clouds now trapping the truth-a shout becomes a whisper as we cries for help.
Emasculated faces from their inner horrors, can't turn back, love has to last forever! So the dream waits and waits, still waiting to discover. Do we love remembering life to life and moment to moment? Or, does every lost love return?
Doall false dreams become the hunted? If I can't hold on forever, then how do I deal with the memory? For Isn't the remembering a sign of a deep pleading?

The Truth Poem
Truth starts as a question, so many answers, easy to reject! Perhaps a feeling remembering to forget. I'm the fan, do you feel? Poetry like sound is inevitably all around.

The sun and the moon are like pride and denial, one shine forever while can stop altogether. I'm the wind returning your breeze.

Fire on the Horizon-Riddle Me This?

Fire on the Horizon-Riddle Me This?
The night was filled by a silent awe. The wind traveled north and my breathe began to crawl.
My words lost focus as my thoughts came to a stall, keeping company with stagnant and his infamous wall.

Love can always keep you warm, but when
I'm burning my torch is spiked with adrenaline, caffeine and solid gold. What was once there-can once leave, and once gone may once return. What is it that man needs most?
What drives him to the greatest fall or the greatest of all human inspirations?

There are times when voices fade to gray and 256 can lose some digits along the way.
This motive is the silent survivor of all hope and all gain.

The motive for God, for love, for talent, for work or simply the pursuit of pleasure and play; make no mistake about it, this motive is the strongest of all.

To live without it, is to be a prisoner, and that sun that shone so bright, now flickers into the twice long baked night. As a poet can lose his voice, an artist forgets to take care of his brushes;
by the first stroke the corroded paint leaves no room for anything but dust and ashes. If it collides, it collides with great magnitude, but if it's directed with proper positioning, this noun transforms itself into a vector.

Many will kill for it, few truly have it, many are jealous of it, and those with it, have a mental cross keeping up with it.

I come from a family of seven with two twins keeping us in balance. I'm the alpha in power and the omega in ambition.

What Am I?

Passion!

Progressive Distraction-Riddle Me This?
Into the night-it travels far even though it starts near. This resounding echo forms my yelp and shapes my tear.
To not be reticent in voice is to garner this condition as the unwavering lack of compassion gives rise to a nuisance of complaining. Darkness now prevails.
Only shadows from aging beams of lights withstand those noises that once grew-clamorous now quickened to be murmured silent dull night.
I find myself being motionless as the world progresses forward; time is just marching to his own painful drummer.
As the hours get longer, yes longer, still longer, my fight has given up and I'll depart saying "Goodnight."

I'm the alpha in managing and the omega in nuisance
What Am I? Answer: A Migraine

Stand Alone
Only those who have imagination can understand
reality-thus setting you free. In illusions, were once reality, wanting change, now changing its identity. To create one must understand the possibilities, or to change is to quit!
In being human-the only thing strange, is being a stranger to ourselves.
Fear and insecurity cloud us of being ourselves. Try loving, living, learning and laughing and letting go. Truth Gives Harmony!

Meditation To Die For
May peacefulness fall upon thy body and tell our eyes and ears whats wrong from right.
May our speeches be spoken from deep within? May all our intuitions mature and blossom as wisdom enters in.
Direct us as were lost, showing the path that paves our way-I'll follow my footsteps throughout night-throughout day.
When time starts calling and death appearing to appear, fear becomes the feared for we shall know your name, we shall call your name.
New life starts as dawn draws near, our transformation should be effortless like a breathe requiring no air.
Those whispers become shouts as old friends appear.
As light shadows the dark only good must come from pain; only good must be in our name.
May our souls soar high as the good Shepherd Lord Jesus gives way.
This passage now ending, Ill leave one final prayer, let man find that gentle being that's been Trapped Inside!!!

Checkmate
To check out or become stale-one's fate is sure to await one's mate.
Man battling man-pieces fighting pieces; they advance on a move by move first come first serve basis. To the next square they try to remember
how to avoid death from the armored blows and metal treats.
Cautious yet aggressive; an opponent becomes lethal once he realizes the juggler vein is in sight, bulged out and unsheltered from the sun's blazing heat. Logic, wisdom and courage are the true weapons in the strategic game derived from life's pounding streets.
These battles are always fought with two sides claiming to be of the correct outfit, of the correct conflict.
Walking on the right side of the squared tracks-if only our flag would indeed taste so sweet.
His train would indeed not derail.
He strikes the final blow, the traps has been set, he cry out but it's too late. His metal penetrates a little to deep.

The king will now rest six feet beneath the concrete.

Pieces From My Heart
My line now flows inconsistent. My torch is hot-but I can't find any water. Statistics still shower us with increasing deaths, they come by the second, by the minute, by the hour...
Please lord, I cry out; our pain has to be cooled. The other day, I lost many a friends, their names were not nameless. I looked at them as an equal. I loved their
spirit from pure appeal. Their memory, oh how I feel.
I define a friend as one who will be there no matter what. Someone who will not judge, use or lie to you. They will always be as honest, generous and caring as they can.
My friends are just that. I loved them then and oh how I still love them even more now.
Watch over them and guide them into your light. Until again, I say with a smile, but the tears I continue to struggle to hold back.

Emotional Overload
My heart, this instrument-beats my bass.
My drum, my evaluation, my temperament and my pace.
I sit, I listen, I bend down to tie my lace.
My emotions run rich from vast involvement.
My tears only flow from deep strength.
My rhythm becomes indifferent as I ask...
Is there footsteps that tempo the trace?

The Educator
The teacher speaks clear, loud and direct.
Theories become thoughts, new ideas are formed that are verbalized with clout, experience and believe.
So the student sits with patience as their words sink deep down into place. Like a root needed to take hold-our minds must be planted with a similar branch of soil.
The course had promise, so it seems, seeming to be complete.
But in a world of doubt and little belief, they know their words
have to be practical for the streets require knowledge
that's as tough as the concrete.
Their duties are over and they say just remember,
if you utilize my technique and achievement is not discovered,
then be of good cheer and all will not be at lost.

Love
Obstacles of passion burning within.
Perseverance from passiveness begins the trend.
A web of clouds engulfs its prey.
Sanity was once an idea before love.

Momentum
Each moment moves as was is created. Creation evolves from creationism through evolution!
Each creation varies as it multiplies.
Each variation doubles as our imagination begins to modify.
Time is simply a ladder to grow!

Smiles
A mouth expands as the dentist's work
begins to shows. Cavity to cavity the fillings will grow. Thank goodness our love for the good old root canal will never show.
Our Dentists are the expensive backbone of our hidden secrets and filthy enameled biscuits.

Standing Ground
This single path resembles two shapes.
To follow ones' footsteps, one must be alive with
confidence and alive with grace.
Being of the soundest mind knowing that time has but one true rule. Change is inevitable as time is simply just a ladder to grow.
As you seek, this venture will eventually erupt. Fight hard to keep the faith, adjust and never retreat. Now, can ya walk the walk and talk the talk?

Waiting To Die: The Convalescent Saga
As blackness shadows those empty halls. What once was dressed in white, now yearns for something out of reach, but always in bright white sight.
Those aging minds that once shone so bright, have all been forgotten throughout the tattered and torned dim of light.
As the raptured called our names with a gasp, expressions of ecstatic filled the memory from a sharp and deeply drawn pant.
Those minds that wonder from far and a near, I meditate upon many a many oh starry filled nights. My blanket is warm in the frigid cold nights, I curl up like kittens wound from strings balled and tight.
I try to sleep as the cries continue to burst forth from battle worn blights. As I wait for my turn to be called out by order, the orders from the orderlies continue to make their rounds.
The corridor is long and narrow from structured arrays of white gowns and tights. Oh I long to be done or start a fresh but the waiting is the hardest breathe to catch!

Route 66: The Journey
Route 66: The Journey I packed my belongings thus the road became ours. The King was purchased from blood stained roses. His Queen sat back as the dim of the night lost 256 yellow hazes. I'll fade my weather with seat belts and company that matches. The lily appeared and melodies blossomed into an old eight track. A sweet new hymn whispered loud from lips to green covered grazes. Like fire blazing, our horizon was always meant to never have tracing. If the Earth was sown and seeds simply sprout in tact? Our destination wills the woven so we won't have a change of heart nor mirrors that require any reflections. Nobody finds their journey alone, it's always better to travel un alone. It's route 66 bust or go home, I'll take my changes with days faired from beautiful glances.

The Lamb's Bread
Dear Master, on knees I stand, once more I land, arriving by way of COD. I am my Lord, all from which that I am, that was and will always be.
With body temple pledged and a loaf of baked bread I tread, with thee often and so willing. Even though I loved, time and time again, often coming up short round and yeasting.
Through thick through seeds, from wheat into rye, to the white and the weather will rise. I lent-I lied, I begged-I borrowed-I dined, I did and died a thousands times.
And as it turned out, I ate with sorrow in hand, once upon a time times once more as planned. You never left a time and times then times now timed never to end.
Horse tied in bound, bucked and buckled to ground, please bring rope always to brand thee. How sorry thou are, butt back on saddle never far, never mind me, please forgive thee!
Bring hen to site, sight into sound, only steering within your templed ground. Mend us from mice ups that smell and smell, so often dreary and weeping.
A C of toxins flows forth, by air from ground, overwhelmed they do try to haunt thee. Radioactive by nature, scarlet web and letter rung loud, hey Mister, Mister, "my dear it's seldom mis-typed the big easy."
Darkened teeth now debate as if nine lives were eight and beginning as if that was never enough. So sprayed to paint, my letters ate eight, hey, the big C just ain't what she used to be.
Come push-come shove, still bent but loved, dressed in hues that fade from a saturated and spreading fate. Never mind pun pun, but no weathered bread will rize nor conquering our heat.
Truth be told this time and time again, I'll still say yes twice loud as twice before then. If so once be told, then twice more be heard times that and the equal never needs repeating.
Then let it be my Lord, let it be just that and allow it said what needs to say. Dear Master my friend, oh how I care so often-so darn deeply. It stabs then twists; come round and round, so often-so repeatedly.
That queen called Cancer, never wanted to bargain-never fading from a gift of giving. Dear Master my friend, how much I so need thee. Truth unfold doesn't depend, time to tell once again never never ending.
Please heal my friend by bringing Cancer before the judge and the jury. If dead bolted, knot tied, hooked lined and still stinking won't work then toe licked by hand with hand as hand, so tight ever constricting.
No pun intend, but bring that court again with Queen in room do call as Miss Judge Judy. A sentence declared guilty I do tell, verdict shouts take the neck from C's shoulder. Putting Cancer aside, my spurs do much more than chris crinkle and any of his rides. Give jingle his bone and jangle a new home but dear Master, never neglect thee. I'll take whatever scraps you'll throw, just never ever leave me.
I'll be the four to the legged if that's whats it takes, to serve C as her platter. Please heal my friends, eternity bound, no chains no needing.

Oh yeah, I flow as I dribble-give me my monkey's ball and I'll bounce, dip and swing right passed ya'll!
Oh yeah, it just so happens-when I spit game, it's like i'm straight non cussing in french while wiping my behind with fresh silk napkins!
Oh yeah, me so fresh-it's like I'm dancing wit Les Twins by beat killing myself!

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Sincerely, Johnny's Law and Johnny Delivers as Job n' John as the man Child of Revelation as the beloved Prophet as

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