Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Chase

It isn't often what you imagined. Living in a world that is so cold once your eyes begin to open. Whether you are in this world or in His protection. You are still walking in a reality of noise. The life our flesh seek isn't the life we need. It is hidden in so many imaginary we have been fed to believe is real. The subtle ways a web works to blind, trap and keep you tucked in tight to never leave; have worked in it's good and not yours.

Can I blame our flesh's secret meetings with the enemy? Feeding our schedules to work around blood and the world. How can I blame nature? Our hearts, oh the hearts are bleeding, our souls cry out daily. Waiting for the dead to seek above the rim.

Like a bird in the sky watching the air planes mimic their free spirits. Our soul begs us quietly. How can the flesh hear the Spirit's true call? Watching so many chase a high they will later regret. To desire to burn verses breathe must be a painful shot in the Makers heart. We should rise, rise to live another day. To die in spirit and deny death, to lose our lives just to gain eternity is a reward our eyes cannot fathom.

Will the dark and gloom rest? Is drinking a cup from the One that sacrificed it all a disgrace to the tongue? What is death compared to light? What is happiness compared to pity? To share the promise with others that once believed to the end, so hard to bare? The watchers watch to devour. The thirst to take, is strong in this time. Come, and walk in light.

Only the strong can and will survive. The naked seeks to see, to reach a sign their dirty hands cannot touch. The illusions are here to stay until the purging arrives. The fame, the high to be seen, are the wants of many. To chase the wants and deny your needs shows the life before you is too much to face. To see yourself is to find the strength to believe in He. The honor to allow freedom to sing, is the blessing for us all. Watch the birth of Truth unfold before so many eyes. Believe.

Monday, January 19, 2015

The letting go, Learned.

When it is time, it is time. There should be a point in our lives we must keep going forward; or we will be swallowed whole. To live beyond the grave should be every man's dream. The world is available twenty-four-seven, lying in wait of all the blinded souls. Crouching down, so low it sees what you cannot see; but to remember there is something missing at that point, we may be saved. To truly leave would mean to truly see, and trust the eyes that has Mastered it all.

Forgiveness comes to those that are blessed to be freed. To help free the guilty of their hands, shows a building character. The lack of integrity lives in all that cannot let go; when you let go, a hold looses you never knew was lurking near. For one to another, we should all be together working for Good; as we each do our purposed parts.

The world hurts, it has needs it will never be healed from; for the world cannot leave it well behind. We can leave all behind, together. Build with us, build with those that are willing to build the mountaintop. The peculiar may be few; but they are always anew. Our faith cannot simply be placed in feet that can tire, knees that can buckle, hearts that can faint, and eyes that are blinded. Our trust cannot always be laid upon man.

Sunday, January 11, 2015 Wonder is to See..

The whispers of the heart told a thousand stories
Withholding information better than imported gold
A kiss of texture of the wintry hue
Laid a matin name across the forbidden sky
Forever laden with hot wax
Emptiness takes over and resume,
to the places you once swore of never returning

The heavens open, asking why won't you take my hand?
I will make the world better
Save the broken, forgive the unlawful
The heads that was uncovered, with no protection
Give me the freedom to reign in you

As you think, ponder on the reasons of why
Everything around you must aline
Always, always, please always stay,
in the boundaries of His for sought plan.


The earth spins daily
Showing you a daily renewal is real
A forever growth is here
The battle to spew forward isn't fiction
Life hasn't swallowed you whole

Then again, what is life without questions?
What is a will that hasn't been broken?
What are the veins that flows within name?
Not what man has called them,
but their names?

A special color follows,
simple colors that were never meant to be exposed
Given in the hands of those that cannot understand

Tell the ones you love to believe
As they look up above, ask what do they see

Tell the ones that cannot go on,
their seeds need water in order to grow,
remind them the beauty of growth,
remember in order to build,
you have to believe to first see,