Personal Thoughts

Virtue and Vice

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Virtue and vice many shaped sizes. Depression paces round about my head. The corridors that light spaces and caverns tell of once occupied rooms. I am not a haunted house I am one that struggles with former tenants screaming lies until I cannot hear myself think.

My home is occupied by the Holy Spirit and I am a slave girl of Almighty God. He is indeed the Lover of my soul. I must be doing something right for the advancement of the Kingdom of ADONAI. I am praying for the salvation of George Soros. And bless him and the works of his hands.

The powers of darkness quiet clearly hate this, and as such have launched an offensive to my own offensive.

Yeshua said, blessed are you when you pray for those who persecute you, who revile you and who hate you. In a way, Soros does hate the God I serve, but God so loves all of us that any who give their lives unto Him will be saved.

There are degrees of where we will be in heaven. Yeshua said Blessed are those who teach the truth and show others to do likewise for they shall be called great in the Kingdom of Heaven. But those who teach error, and show others how to error will be least in the Kingdom of Heaven.

We were not made for hell, but we go on as energy forever so our choice to be with God or not remains in our hands while we draw breath.

The world travails around me and it would be easy to go with that tossed tied.

But even in the darkest corners of my mind as I give those areas to God, He is the Rock Higher than I and to Him night is as the day.

I might struggle and strain, but through this pit of despair, I have my hope in God alone.

I Taste

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Palms that sing to touch, kisses sting too much.
Fire on my lips, holy ghost spit, holy hunger split.
Eyelids heavy yet can’t sleep.
Hunger hurt can’t keep.
1/3 cup of sugar makes a blue face.
1/2 teaspoon of high half-baked.
Tears taste like salt,
Mine a scarlet fault.
Haunting “XO” kiss hug,
Recall warm womb of blood.
I can still trace the scars that killed me,
Can still be tempted by the shrill need.

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The mist ascends the flame of God tests and tries me. The heart is pried open again a physical ache wounds bittersweet.
I’ve been pressed and overcome by You God.

You are so jealous your very Name is something that evokes my inner being. You see the being in me. You are the One who Loves me who ‘gets’ me, who is always there for me.

God my expression can’t be contained. I asked for Your fire to char my bones, Your very flame opens my eyes. As a hatchling opens eyes, the womb of the morning pierces with Your kind gaze.

Saw open the heavens and come down Holy Spirit. Shred my pride, God, break my will, God.

God join You to me, I join myself to you. I am joined at Your hips.

I take your Name.

You break the bow, bend the spear and tell wars to stop the proud drop at your very voice. Your glory will overcome all creatures.

God of Jacob with Your heavy weighty Love so crush me, so melt my heart. So spar with me and win.

-My Jewish Love, God of Israel-

You move my heart, I see the nations rage and yet You the Lord Who sits above the helix of the earth, You God Who made all creation, You God Who echoes peace be still, be not afraid.

Your Voice echoes in the chambers of my soul. I consider the works of your hands, I consider Your awe inspiring effervescent blinding light.

Be still oh my soul, quiet my heart like a weaned child from his mother. Be still, hedge me into your thorny garden. Your locked resting place.

Though the ground gives way, though mountains recycle into the seas Your Foam ascends and upon my heart have you set Your Seal,

Have You so burned my mouth with the coals of purity?

God’s Tent

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He who rolls out the heavens like a tent to dwell under. He who measured stars, galaxies, mountains, valleys and human hearts in the span of His Hand.

My Love is the One Who hides atop the mountain of spices, and I chase Him near the crest of the earth. He has a smile of warmth about Him. His hands urged me to jump into His Lap as a child their Father.

My Love ravishes me with kisses as I sing praise to Him. The One on High takes a lowly handmaiden and makes love to her in the night watches.

The owl sings praises to her God for the meal He’s provided her. I listen outside my window and hear the mates call to one another.

This is how I call to my Mate, My God, My Lover. I call to Him and His sweet reply is earth shattering.

be set apart to God

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I’ve not sat down for quite a while to update you all on the goings on currently. The death of the singer Chris Cornell affected me greatly and I in prayer to God gave Him that burden. God assured me that He is ministering to the Cornell family and He also reminded me to guard and tend the gate of my heart.

The affections of my heart go deep I am a loyal and loving person by nature and as such in the past because of this others have taken advantage of it, or have in some way wounded my heart.

The affections of my heart go deep and I feel very deeply, I am a loyal and loving person by nature and as such in the past because of this others have taken advantage of it, or have in some way hurt my heart.

I’ve forgiven them and moved on but as I draw near to God, He draws nearer to me. 

It says in Proverbs 4:23 Keep and guard your heart with all vigilance and above all that you guard, for out of it flow the springs of life.

So my challenge to you the reader is to take honest stock of your house, inside of you is there something that has become a high place, an obsession? Something that is first above God?

I recently sold my guitar and remaining music that I had for really not much at all but by doing so God honored my obedience and commitment by showing up and meeting me in my time of need.

When you get serious with God, with actions that follow your intent with thoughts that line up with God’s Word and Who He is then out of your belly will flow rivers of living water.

Past Self

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I’m the pretty thing that time forgot, I’ve been left to sing and rot.

I unmarked, the one you miss, I’m the closing clawing fist.

I’m a soul to those of foe, once seen back to and fro.

Deuce deranged, tetrad missed.

Wailing mess, silent twist.

Remember the time, we use to dance?

You the stab and I the chance?

Shredded arms in shifting skin;

Dressing gown of braided sin.

Yes you the thing that I forgot,

You the act unlearned, untaught.

Lovely One

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Tussled bed sheets, a smile with praise that drips as honey from my mouth.

Lord most High and Lauded One, most affectionately tender, sweetly bold in Your zeal over my heart.

Your Hands caress my heart, I see in my mind’s eye, You reclining beside me.

I see Your Hands stroke my mouth, ‘sing my darling only songs to Me.’

So envious yet gracious Your Eyes are; They have a Fierce Fire in them and yet in the dark they clear my face.

You are aglow about me.

As written by David: “Let His faithful followers erupt in praise, singing triumphantly wherever they are, even as they lie down for sleep in the evening.” Psalm 149:5

There are not any words to draw the way in which you extract my praise, the way you make love to me, the way you capture and enclose my heart, the way I climax in your Spirit.

As Paul put “he was caught up to heaven and heard things so astounding that they couldn’t be uttered in language, things no earth-born is allowed to express.” 2 Corinthians 12:4

I’ve seen the heavens and the praises of You God lifted high and above, Your trio seats and yet so much more in my mind’s eye.

Indeed, Lord, You are my lover.

My bosom is ruined for You alone.

I Tire of You

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I’ll knit some tubing to,

Drain your Blotto fumes.

I’ll sort savage tidings,

From your forked falsehoods.

Vessels of hell dust,

First blood’s drawn.

Bottles slogged,

Askew and fall.

Bitterness your fact,

Regurgitate lack.

Your self-justification,

Torrent of cop outs.

Return like a man,

And shut your rancid mouth.