Always the best man, never the.....

To pass in passing the night on traversing harbor.


Silence, the greatest of, like draped leaves on a whipping tree shining in the wind,
surrounded for want of champion, draped in the drops of fallen hopes. Standing amidst
the violent, before those professing to be of great proport, against that which would be the
grass of sweet pasture for the soothing of the soul.

So to pass in passing the night on traversing harbor, and this is best the man, a flower
plucked is best planted again, this is the best. To pass in passing the night on traversing
harbour is, when such a flower plucked and planted, as passing a red black rose
growing, and not moved, passed in passing the night bright then as at wedding place, best man helping
grow keep sake kept safe. This is the best of men and gardens groundsman.

In concrete grown the rose, yet in not so choice a place, those passing soon,
might destroy, for to whom in this, that if grown there would cherish,
so this is best that, in keeping, that traversing seeing, to water,
to keep sake, to cherish till, even the most, surely piggish might,
on lately seeing the rose bloom. That soon eventually cherish also.
A kiss from a rose in a terrible place, sweetest than, on a hill planted well,
surrounded by fools of weeds thinking themselves daffodils.

To pass in passing the night on traversing harbor stopping only
ever the best man, seeing that this rose in the crags and cracks of
hellish growing, that such a flower, not knowing any better, charm the devil himself,
with a kiss, without fear, charm the serpent, and woo a tyrant, and steal the
hearts of saintly born.

So this is best of best mans deed, that roses found in crags and cracks of
hellish suit. That even devils spawn should play best man. Saints have no foot in such a place,
neither do they have such graces in heavenly abodes, to steal a kiss of the rose
that grows and blooms in dark of night, in the fissures of the hard, hellish places.
An accident of birth, saints have bliss, we have, all that leads to the deep dark dungeon and then traversed
rapport of that flower, that once enraptured to the heavenlies, to spit in the eye
of proposed saintly kings, and make them bow down, lest they should dare,
there is no Queen of Heaven, yet even God Himself, might scourge the fool,
who would dare shirk the kiss, of the Queen of Hell.

It is a sin to pass in passing traversing harbor and not pay homage to that rose,
and this is to never leave, that each petal upon it not counted for grace and healing boon.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, the deadly curse of not proclaiming the Queen of Roses,
grown in suffering, blooming once in a blue moon, on the darkest night of devils black,
that her rapport might lead fools, to the heavenly garden where she may yet never see, and look upon the face of God,
and see her form, on His chest, as a tattoo upon it. And watch the lines of tears upon His face and the face of
all saintly men that waters her, for that is how they reached Heavenly places and passed her by,
not thinking to take her with them.

for Lisa Dickerson.  :this is how I will always think of you.

Three

She said

I do not want to
live this life,
yet your life
is your own,
and there is no recourse
or action that
is not yours,
then I do not
want to
live this life,
there is no way,
but your way,
and so,
live the life,
you want to live,
and not the life
you know,
what that is
is only yours to say.

Tenth of ten and before lately done

There is very little about men that he can say for himself, much less that he can
boast, speaking and boasting is just what speaks less for him. I did not the
good done by me, I aided none when not asked an given too, there was naught
I gave when given spent and forgotten past lent for nothing gained or denial of repayment
whether of heaven lent.

How much more then spoken is that unsaid, unsung, unremembered only for a trail
of unkown sadness that never was lived.

And if sometimes blessed by what was not spoken, not boasted, not done, unaided,
hardly given, all passed for nothing. Then all unexpected, all at once given back,
and spoken, boasted, lauded, shouted what was done in secret openly and with pride,
not forgetting the detail of the, what never was.

Then this tenth of ten before and lately done. Those praises did come too late for grace.

When the pot is boiled.
And the buttermilk is stirred,
then the drink,
and the food can
be eaten,
made,
more than the body,
yet not less than
the passtime,
we do not quit as well
we will,
so,
we then let,
pass to moments,
never forgetting that spare
place the enjoyer sits,
in all,
all in all,
so that we may have,
joy,
and life in abundance of
it,
and when the drink
and the food is
eaten,
say,
joy to it,
the body too,
for in it the
enjoyer sits,
in delight of life,
even while,
surrounded by the misery,
longing free.

Then

When that bright day, spotted with color and the only shades are colors of dark
against the shining. Just bringing contrasts of what we chose best, shades of good,
better, best, together with all happy and joyous making things.

When this day, may I not hold back in fear at such pristine beautiful bounteous day, only
to reach for the hand and speak word that now we fly, this perfect day endless to outrun,
outstretch and unremembered all dark things in an embrace of longings fulfilled.

When failing that, to hold the embrace in the warmth of who is there and even if,
the stars no longer sing and that sunshine day not be yet, then only breaking heart
and fools braying soul of anguish, and serenade the moon that is sway full and know
that now is and the next day, be like the dawn, beautiful times two and then and again until delight
inexpressible inexpressibly made, in you and me and that shining day glorious.

I am a patient man, seeing this day, little by little promised in every now, in a smile,
and embrace, a kiss or lightly fingered touch, that is this present shady and yet still
worthy moments. Then, and now. Bright to bright, if moments like these, not lost
in time.

The Soul

Many people through my life have asked me to say something profound to them, some token that anything I might say of myself is true. I often leave them wanting and for this reason, so if I had anything new to add this, I might tell you in simple terms what is the Soul?

What the soul is is very simple to understand.

The soul is just a byproduct. Humans are mortal, Spirit is not, we are flesh and blood, Spirit is not. Simply put we are, a mixture of mind, will reason and motion, that is, the movement of our bodies, by mind will and reason and circumstance. The Spirit is Eternal. This mixture of, mind, will, reason and body of circumstance in focus, is called heart.

This is where the soul resides.

The soul is that point at which the mind, will, reason and body of circumstance touches the Eternal, The Spirit. That, is, the soul. And since the soul, touches on the Eternal Spirit, though the soul is not the Spirit, it has a quality of Spirit, that it is indestructible, though unlike Spirit, it is changeable, mutable and relational. The Spirit also has a Soul, otherwise it would not be able to commune with the changeable, it would be too, potent, you the Spirit Soul is Eternal and immutable like the Spirit, though to relate to the soul, it is indivisible different in relationship to the changeable soul. A car my run on petrol, liquid petrol, gaseous petrol, methane, or any other such. A truck runs better on Diesel. Yet power is the fuel.

In times past and in varying way's God spoke to us.
None has seen God, yet some have spoken to Him face to face, and Him revealing Himself in many ways.

Humans Have no Spirit, we are mutable, we must, by action of the heart and soul, touch on the Eternal, and our soul in endowed with the Person and Character of the Eternal, and, finding our soul like the Eternal Soul and His Spirit, we become One and like Him.

A group of humans is said to have Spirit, yet this means, a common soulish goal. School spirit. Yet schools, teams and goals of man are not always eternal.

Animals have the same.

So, touching on the Eternal is no slap dash, haphazard thing. It must be heart driven, purposeful and done in a way that the Eternal will recognise as like Itself. When we reach the Eternal, we do not lose self, we become a better self.

Change in a cup is only spit, unless the heart is in it. One penny might weigh in the Eternal greater than a million dollars, it is all heart. A dark deed, may even, in the light of Eternity, path the way more than a thousand good intentions. Yet it is the Eternal who will say, "It is all good." We can add nothing to this.

And if we are, in the image of the Eternal One, then, what does it mean that it is not good for man to be alone, and if God spoke to some face to face, and in differing ways. Does He like to be alone? Yet who is the equal of God, or at least, who would please Him so, that she would be with Him always in Joy?

Food for though.

The soul, is the mind, will, reason and body of circumstance all channeled called heart. The soul is eternal, the Eternal seeks that which He can share, He is no miser.

This is true religion.
War, is the devilish group spirit that tries to, reach eternal status by removing the competition, a warring spirit, will destroy even itself when there in no other to rise above.
There must be greater than the soul, this is pure reason, I have not, in this, told you who to believe in.

The Cantor of a dissertative life

A beggining of sorts
And so begins,
not in a time and place,
some is past,
this cantor of the dissertative life,
though now,
some not,
contemplative,
reactive,
kinetic,
for where is an beggining,
there is no end,
so few under bright day,
stary night,
ever night,
till long day endless sunshine,
that was,
is,
was and will be again,
till long day forever more,
ending of twilight to twilight,
till long day endless joy,
what is not the cantor
of the dissertative life,
which is best to say,
than what it is not of,
then we would know,
for to prune,
remove and trim,
like a ship in the breeze,
on the gale,
on the storm,
to loose and lessen what is not needed,
and to sail upon
the turbulent oceans,
laden also,
or cast off to the depths down
to the locker,
and glib too for,
list and roll,
yar.

yar.

yar.

At One Started Ending:

In angulat momentum, listed to port for the churned definition that was the sweeping and rarification of where to be? There, a whale of it, a tail, brightness through the gossimar sheen coming through again, to show the slope, the curve, the precipise like strip underneath the dress finely sculpted all and giving all, revealing less of more so well and finely the burning in the blood. We men, like sunlight was in our flesh prompting the urge, the head listing this and that, fore and aft, and I seeing such trim, such an yar of streemline shape, head to port and confessing on that day one and four of that day, that day that all men confess, boldly so confess of all angelic patrons and in the inner self of romace and love.

Given to much, given to much and then longed, then so often not. Only not so, too trim, too yar and never no! Never the cowards what if! So, outside and front, then confessions done. If then, to the reader I speak as the vessel seen. If the, such a yaght so sleek, ther, in front of me, not sought or to seek but out upon the wind and water, yet still given this, given but not so for the faint of heart. also, on such an hot day, of all hearts valentine, beneath the waters of the pool called sent, and visions seen first, under dark, under siloam. Under dar and beneath the covers, nights sweet delight the vow!

and such did was this that day. she had then promises made before that this so were off, jilted, where thinking then that all said to be done that day sweet and well now forfieture. Yet on such a day there is no brotherhood for the dogspittle that left her, to be in a bank, waiting with her own money, of what she may now not spend, waiting to be jited, spurned, and such a trin and yar vessel to sail upon was she. Though, I did have an previous engagement, with a little deal and a rolled green finger of sloth, with mates givent o playing games and she did come with, not of the bent for such things, or silly little lights of games in a box. And so she thinks, to be jilted by another, then only to be saved to sit and what high times in front of a little screen, and this was no day with IT in the air, for sloth.

Only not so. We left off and then yes. This trim vessel was so bristol fashion, under the T, given to more triangular shape that some other had already given hearts murmur yet not shown there, and finding me banking also, followed outside there by me thinking to myself “if she be outside and alone let me, this valentines day” and blunt of air now very of the smitten mind think all over because of sweet smelling smoke that makes one to give in in to much ease. But done to be done we were, and for such a form as this, ready from loss already given to me, one loss ones gain. Mine the gain of more, mine the more.

So she was this vessel, glistening so greatly well, that like a yellow scented candle, like, wax running down, wax, yet not some thin formless length, but of contour lines and sculpture that memory cannot cast off, the pernicious clinging of memory, like a clean crisp clipper of imagery that weathers all since, cutting through the still made clean clear pond that such meniscus stillness hid nothing of her angular momentum as she kicked forward, stroking under silken skin invisible to the color of her skin unfathomably well against those triangle pieces, revealing little, yet giving so much of nothing.

To recall on that day where all men confess, she one less of twenty and I say to the reader that was one more so then one and one between us.

Fine a times.

So after swimmingly a time, at the local pool we were want to frequent. And knowing her appreciation that her Day was not to a loss, then this then, I purchased a piece of sunshine on a stem a well flower for a well flower., not many, not less, one perfect sunflower, as long and sleek but never so fine or well formed as this siren. Though I do not recall the celluloid vision of that day, we saw, any flickering tail of actors would have done, for for it was the company of the day that was the setting and the show was just a place to be together and show of the tow flowers as if to portray better and best. It was hearts day and flower and shimmering dark and tongues and lips and hands and then home.

Left aside, stood up, a day redeemed. Sun-shining through a sarong to reveal the bikini ready, so I took her with sweet words, my home so close and me unprepared yet for money. This then my friends, we smoked a while and in altitude she thought more promises broken. Though we walked the hundred yards to the local swimming pool, and to see her swim beneath such a moment, her sleek small form, making such long stokes of her limbs that it was well then all stops to weigh anchor and birth for the night.

Then yet, nothing, nothing each but beneath the same silken skin.

For to lose on that day for a girl is too much, and not done in gratitude but, well in romance.

Of beneath those silken sheets nothing said only one word the vessel.

Yar.

first thoughts

Here there are mundane things,
my hell is freezing over,
but in the stories of old,
and the comic books,
heroes come from another place,
haphazard thrown together
with we mere mortal men,
an accident,
of placement or circumstance,
elevating one
or sending a great one to us,
and deliverance come,
so before this cold mundane hell
clouds my first minds moments,
that early morning time
where my soul is still remembering
another place,
I tell your master this
is how I think of you
and you and you,
and especially you,
though it is cold in this pocket,
of mundane hellishness,
in the place that is
heavens little corner,
you are a golden child
ruddy underneath at times,
but you are worn of gold
and golden to the core,
you are super-girl in torn faded jeans,
a siren of good omen
and the string upon men's heart for graceful though and longing,
you are an accident of stardust
that is beyond the minds
understanding in magnificence
cept in half remembered dreams,
and in the might of splendor do
you repose,
and all that you do
is touched with the weight of
eternal boons and glory,
like pixie dust upon your fingers,
so I left a few tokens,
as a remember of what you really are,
and not me,
super golden ruddy fantastic peacock pretty special,
slice of heaven at 8 am,
but you don't talk to me?

The Cantor of the Dissertave Life

Distemper of Distractive influence

There is much to be said for distractions, little to be had by them possibly, yet, the peculiar slope of the back, the quick lift and divide. The almost ecstatic recurved, all so much so like the retort of the bowed warrior, all so ready to fire upon. A peach, a pomegranate, a nectarine, the most choice sweetened, ripe and delectable of apples. The golden delicious.
To pour even any such upon, to mar the delicacy of, well, God He may be, yet, did He instigate by inspiration. The delights to be decanted out over His creation. The honey, the maple they are delectable stuff, yet even cream and chocolate, the icing upon it or caramel. Surely this, this is enough for any man, do we better the form of the pear with coating, not so, only, said, the icing upon what cannot be added too.
To watch and wait. Ready to make a meal, even to put your hand and to sample the delights of, and add insult to injury? What is best?

To each theirs.

This!

It is the peach! The nectarine, the pear, The golden delicious. All this, the curvature of form. What algebra has His hand. What arithmetic. Ask the stars!
To paint and draw. How long in endless distemper of distraction do all these things, these shapes, thrown so haphazard about sometimes like a lazy scribe, and all where we do see.

And, in all moments of passion and in all things in the epiphany of the throws. What is the mind of man and what can he add. This is the best of it too add.

Nothing!

Of the angles, the perfect relationship of the hypotenuse. The nobility of the electron cloud of Helium, the orbit of the heavenly bodies. All this, you vanity of vanities, yes. You, man.

In all the intricacies of the snowflake.
And for what.
Here and humble.

All to sit amongst the myriad of the stars endlessly, circling the void, and, to watch the flake of ice upon the hair and brush it off with careless nothings, to draw out the ear from a lock and wipe a tear, that has crystallised there on the cheek, and see what glories of the Heavenly Hand does lie beneath and pen vanities to impress that which all the host of eternity has needed none of yours but to lay a kiss and lose the mind, all this is just His Mighty hand for. To sit and, to lose the mind upon a kiss.

We are of such a temperament that too prone to the distemper of distraction that the curve of the neck is not enough, leading to the rise and fall of the chest and heaving of the breast, in all this o man, do we need anything to know, if there is the ended hair, a bead of sweat, falling like a bright star out of nowhere into brightness. That if all there was to watch them pass by such, if all the Angelic host were to trump! We mere men? What moment would have been missed but the chance for that bead of moisture to fall later to the belly like finding a pot of gold at the end of colours and that the Angles did play trickery on you so that, you might know yourself to be a fool! That we should so utterly fail to distractions that the angels we there to delight to see and witness loves first loss of all that we might add in nakedness having not such joys but to accompany with song and we did fail. And that foolishly you or she did try to add to it without the flow that water has down the breast.

Nothing.
Nothing.

All a string, a cotton, a liquid to list down the valley that would be better suited by the tongue not to speak but to taste.

Nothing is best!
And?
No, nothing IS best.

And this is where the reader meets the participant in this little story. Of background and asides why speak to you my reader. All I would have is tales and half-truths, lies and infamies and allegations or that way of maliciousness that the incorrigible send about like an ill wind on a summers day. This this too is where we meet.

Here then.

Aside and outwardly was this man of some dumb courage and flawed with a digestive and restless mind constantly prone to distempers of distraction. And plagued by oafs.

Where is this, for back story or addition other than always now for, the sad writer. Don't think that all you might add to this is better than nothing, what riches of cursing and vile temperament and lack of character will you have for me? All that is just forever now.

This is a compliment to the chef. That we taste and see and then maybe, to the peculiar predilection of the pallet. What then would you add to the angle of the hypotenuse to the mount of Venus mons. If only goodness then good, all good, calculate the ratio of Pi by 6 or 7 or 8 or more all good. But if you have no good add nothing! Add nothing to the circumference of the circle! Only good to it and then.

How much more so then to take breath a piece and bask in the glory of nothing but the darkness in, and nothing more besides. To devour with gusto, this is what is done when given from the Divine Culinary, and all is all is all, the hand and the eye and the proportions given to us in no use other than.

So here we are reader, as always now, what if can add nothing then nothing, other then it is not all good, if nothing good can be added and I will do the same, of you tens and hundreds and thousands to one, add nothing in the droves. Reader and participant maybe fated to, knowing not, yet I do know, and your additions, if I have any form is nothing to me in you inabilities other than the vile addition of man or woman to this if you might have as a worthless writ.

An sometimes also maybe. Just the particular graces of sences and body that is given us. Better add no of anything than, to crack the small for want of nothing better than.

For I will have the divine hand or nothing, in, of, in Truth, or in the truth written by him in some, or nothing, and all I find is nothing is best, would that there was a good additive.

For what is a kismet, if it is a bad omen better left undone in your droves?

Nothing but good is a better met, and if it be nothing, then no begging ever by the ever present now. Add to the divine hand of you maker gracelessness upon. Now?

And I start again at the beginning.

For I will have all or nothing.

And if all you my reader have in what I have given you is nothing now, let it be evermore in truth.

For aside and outwardly some distraction are better left, nothing.

For such a heavenly bow, that you should fire devils dart and not cupids lot.

Let me close my mouth and block my ear and know I have been distracted by nothing again. A wisp of ill intent better left to a passing mirage on my way to a better place, however long and crooked the journey be.

And throw a dollar in the cup as I be a nothing beggar and even though I am not.

But for I would have a better day.

The Cantor of the dissertative life

Aside and outwardly

aside and outwardly motion to extravagance of nature though not drawn or frail the excessive of the contradictions to the daily to daily and sometimes sublime, sometimes basic and sometimes base, yet, not always less refined. Ventured towards, no, not of zealous distraction, nor foul, vile vainglorious, but to the reader, if no one else, secretly so not embarrassingly either even to you my readers. Yes. So. Aside and outwardly, penned and not out loud. Of foolish and unfortunately moved towards a life of sometimes unwanted and stupid acts of courage, to wonder why this man was not dead yet would not be any superfluous questioning. Benvolio was shot. And mad enough to pen the man’s morbid taste the extinguishing of Lights.

Even then, aside and outwardly, and speak not over wearily, or then, why plague the man like a Scotsman? He did not always or even mostly with any real intention, turn out to be at the wrong place at the right time often, and this was his most unfortunate , some might even say redeemable quality, for he did have that particular affliction, and want for the sense, and damn it, common decency, to think and do nothing, a quick tongue and wit, and all too ready, as if a puppetry marionette like quality.

enough to say, when there is trouble started, and finished, an Australian was there.

An accursed race. Known through history for it.

With a flawed even sometimes sublime, penchant for the sublime and the ridiculous, and the ability sit back and enjoy the joke that is the human condition, especially the next condition over the the left a bit, and excuse me your spoiling my view. Even to make thus so, because frames and big heads are bad for the health of the character Mr Deville.

Such unfortunate juxtapositions for one race let alone one man.

Suffice it to say, Australians are all bastards, rat bags, and prone to be all of the above, and so aside and outwardly, there is nothing really special about that.

IF I BE- in a nutshell

If I be a master,
or any lord of a house,
then I must hold things to be true.

These things I hold to be true.

1: that we are all equal under God.

2: that a people are and can only be as great as, even if not always equal too, the best most cherished ideals, hopes and dreams.

3: that the only true, grace, beauty, wonderment, love and all good and cherishable being and person is GOD.

4: that if we hold the truth of this as ourselves we are fallen, yet if we hold (3) to be true that God's qualities are evident in us by grace, for we are basically, dross-fallen-maya (deluded and under delusion) and fundamentally in error.

5: that once we hold the only GOD may have and does have these qualities, like water, the snowflake, and any drink, we then are imbued, of God, and as individual of person with these qualities added to ourselves, not of us but with us, if water is God, then we are snowfall, if air is God then we are perfume, if life is God, then there are 8 billion pieces of wonderment and grace.

6: if we are to live together then we must hold all things under common law to be law, that some laws are meant to be broken, that evil is what another would not have done to them, and that cherishing is doing to another as you would have done, and that if any agree on what is good for them, then this is good, and that no one may challenge what is good, if it is so, it will stand or fall by grace, so then, we must, forgive, and forget and, allow the good of others in all things.

7: your choice is who you chose to be, and if your causing no harm then your alright with me, my choice is what i chose to do, and if I'm causing no harm it shouldn't bother you.

8: if any claimant to lordly or godly knowledge does no agree, then they rise and fall by only One GOD.

Harry Ian Krishna Sud
a creed.

a touch of blue

A Touch of Blue

Slowly in life,

lovingly not

speedily,

yet sometimes

voraciously in

meeting,

at the speed of a

longing dream.

Others might have,

you have not

another,

that they should

pay them into.

Since he is painted

out,

not to be in,

I would call you

patient love,

and you money,

that it would be

there when

needed.

This,

is,

a math of,

in some other

space and time,

I would,

either dream and

wait,

to wait upon,

or just say,

maybe next

lifetime,

if there was,

then in this,

to whom it may

have concerned,

prepared not for

me,

then,

I am now,

for another,

better prepared,

for that time,

even now.

Yet,

prepared they

them?

Why do you pass

me by?

What do you say

of yourself,

different than?

If yes,

then this lie,

I do not lay with,

but,

bye.

Until next.

If again,

prepare you an

dirk.

If not, then an crop

and rope and anger

well spent,

“oh well.”

Only,

not again on the

writ.

A Touch of Blue

Coffee for waking,

breakfast for work,

rest and play,

start at the

beginning,

on any given day,

spoilt rotten it was,

ever right say,

spoil it rotten, him,

or her say,

I like,

Monday,

Tuesday,

Wednesday,

Thursday,

Friday,

Saturday,

even Sunday,

spoilt,

him or her,

that way.,

her day, his day,

spoilt rotten,

coffee for waking,

walking to play.

There is a place

where,

found is never

forgotten,

lost is anticipation,

strong is as

welcome as soft,

and all is this,

stop,

yes,

no,

woe,

go,

oh my,

my sweet

lordly,me,

to know that place

where,

all is good, and all

or nothing,

is nothing but all.

If there is price

beyond, or worth

beyond measure,

then I would still

store it up, and

ask,

more from this,

more than this,

nothing it was, and

all is, more and

more,

place form where,

even when the

well is dry,

and no rain

touches the soil to

replenish,

that this well,

it springs for me,

ever,

and,

that day,

on,

the ever present

day,

of,

awakening,

spoilt.

To whom it may concern

To whom it

may concern

The Theology of Yahwist (Yahwey) doctrine and
angelic deposition
Yahweh the God of Abraham, Izaak and Jacob,
also the God and Father of the Lord Jesus Christ, is
the only God, Eternal, Immortal, Invisible, Indivisible,
Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent.
Jesus the word born in flesh is a man, the son of Man,
son of God.
Jesus came to destroy the work of Lucifer, the
Archangel who was supposed to bring all to worship
his Creator God. Jesus took his place, through Lucifer
and one man and woman sin entered, through Jesus,
one man and the Virgin Mary, sin was removed and
Jesus Christ reigns on his Father’s throne to bring his
Father God, his Creator worship evermore.
Jesus, finding himself a man, humbled (emptied
un-investing his divinity, to be filled to the fullness of
all the character of His Father God), not robbing God
to be equal to Him, but humbling himself as a servant,
to death, even death on the cross. And, always doing
what pleased His Father God, in life and in death,
living for ever. God said let there be light, Jesus the
way the truth and the life, unto the Father God, and
the light and life of men, giving that we should have
this attitude and have life in us who believe on his
name.
There are other positions to be filled, the
Church made of human stones, others held as Rama
Krishna. My name is Ian Krishna Claridge, the Lord is
gracious to the bright and attractive one (or the Lord
is gracious to Krishna canceling debts) . In Jesus, the
Lord’s name above all to be saved, only to be saved,
in Jesus the Christ’s name, glory to God the Father, to
whom is the Father of the Heavenly lights receive
their name. He told me, teach this to your bride (my
wife not the belief as a whole and to those that can
hear), as My Son the Lord Jesus Christ taught his. To
her, treating her in all meekness, humility, cherishing
in love, as he did.
And to our, wives, also his shepherd, to his
bride the church, shepherds also. And even all of us at
times, failing to do this, but not him.
Teaching all to do the same.
Jesus, the Word of God become flesh, greater
than Angels once God Himself. I, less if attributes
angelic, fallen, of now wretched as a fallen men. Not,
ever a being angelic, but knowing his ways.
In wrong all of mine is mine in my doing, of
right and good, all is Him in his doing and making in
Christ. Let all men know this of themselves and be
pleasing to the Father God in Christ.
In His masterpiece, us, created in Christ. This too is
him, creating in us.
Hence, a masterpiece, as all are his word through me.
“For we are His masterwork, created in Christ Jesus,
to do good works.”
I am not ashamed in his Christ Jesus and his powerful
gospel given in me.
‘To whom it may concern’ are you afraid to
claim me such?
Or, shall we say, as we often do, “we are His
masterwork”, or, “Oh what manner of love is this, that
we should be called sons (daughters of God), for that
is what we are beloved.”
Forward
And I asked Him
“To whom shall I go”
“To whom shall I send your word?”
“It is not good for you to be alone in this
You
As I made by the
Touch of my hand
Shall have a helper
To send my word
Perfectly with”
So I wrote this to her
And for all men to do this,
and this is his bride,
men and women,
first learning grace by his hand,
to each other,
in love and his way.

 But this is a grace given to those
who believe, not that we a struck for stripes sake,
paying a price, but to, be formed to be a servant, an
honor to us, as he was made perfect in suffering, that
he should be like his brothers he was sent to bring
many children unto God the Father. And that we
should have this in earthen vessels. “and they gave
Glory to God, that He should be so with men
(women).”
This is a poem about moving, going places in one
place to get to another.
No
Not all places are the same, people can be similar, this
I have learned:
If I could speak as perfectly as I could to those who
have wronged me or done well to me
Did anyone wrong you?
No
Did anyone do well by you?
No
Let no-one have done me wrong and in all that is
good, let Him have done it.
Or, if I could say as perfectly to those
Who, well or wrong
It would be this book as well
To many, to one, especially and
Particularly special
To me always
Let her be nameless
She knows who she be,
did I do wrong,
let me say I am accountable,
did I do a good to some one,
let him have the glory to God,
but he is humble,
thank you,
for grace given,
grace received,
giving thanks to the Father God,
in Christ Jesus the Lord.
Note, I was homeless and I have an ongoing degenerative
nerve condition. Trying to survive the
people of Melbourne and to the one this is dedicated
to, has brought me this ability by my Faith. My
condition is only partially stable and I is still
potentially lethal to myself.
I have destroyed over forty full works, novels,
novellas, short stories and poetry collections.
This will be my only complete present work to date,
except another given to a stranger, possibly lost. My
last purest, passing shout. Hopefully cherished, and, I
believe, as the person the book was given to, is.
You will never see
The empty spaces
That these do not show
The lost embrace
The beautiful places in the heart
Not gone
Unshelved for good
Piled high for keeping
How is it that this one has
Remained untouched
My heart soul is garbage
I am man
Reach in and claim
Those worthless
Hurts we are
Claim them in
Touches back
Gentle
To add years
Given
To years lost
Though I face toil
Two times love
Four trouble
Digging through the destruction left
Building a prison of destroyers pieces
Told I do not really know
The oppressors for torn leasings
Are the ungrown places
Who will love me
Bold to say
It is not the broken I would dare
But the love and grace
Destroyer could not erase
Who would dare but care
To think you lovely?
Why is it strange
That a valiant soul
Why is it strange
That life
Valiant
Should not be strange to you
Always
And speaking
Tell you
That strange you are strangely
More worth than what you do not know
Let me say
I know who touched me
Let the power
Agape
Flow out
That He has portioned
Me an ending
Touch
Reach in
That slender hand
unForbidden
All this worthless
Mans garbaged
Headed words
To say
You have reached in
Let me love you
Unbound
Unforbidden
To heaven itself
To that
Little mountain
Zion
Founded on word life loved pure
A rose from the concrete
Is not so lovely
As the beauty from the unblessed
The glow
Of hidden jewel
In darkest deep
Of loveless spaces
Oh how imperfect
Speaker I am
In the description of His Grace
In you
If words had this power
To heal piled
High
Let me make heaps
Of piles
And mountains
Of words
Upon embraces
And push out
Words and piles
Of paper pain
Be there when
I get there
Let There Be
He is one light
Let me only speak with
His voice to thee
He is one way
Let me only walk as he did in light
We his reward
Let me
As he paid,
And loved
So that I
Can always let there
Only be this new man
To teach you
He loved you so much
And I also
Let there only be love
At my side
Hand in hand
Me for you
So that you can for me,
Like a cup
Filled often to overflowing
And sweetest bounty
Yet even if with all love
Love returned void
And we lesser men
Slowly
Surely we shall die
Beloved
Let love rule,
If to be a princess
My princedom be
The steps of my feet
Near you
If I ask for love between
Of another measure
returned
It is only to overflow
You me / me you
You me
Me
You
His love not being
Returned void
But that one shining
Basked day in the sun
And light
Be always
Ever increasing
Yes and I do
And in Him Amen
Sex and Humility
We not
Sometimes humble
Creatures
She says
‘Oh God’
‘Oh my God’
We smile
There is no jealousy
If the maker of sex
Is credited
We get the reward
Of joy
In that unity
No room
For jealousy in the union
And joy of lovemaking
Sex
God’s gift to women
Is lovemaking
Forgetting child bearing
‘Oh my God’
Is for men
God’s gift to men also
The
Joy
In that holy matrimony
Another man called
Is rage
But the mention
Of the creator
Of lovemaking sex
We lesser men a little
Humble
God is all good and loving
We men need not be
But worthless sweet talkers
If no other value
Then bed worthy
Ever so
We are rewarded
For a time
Sometimes
To the place
Where there is no
Room for jealousies
Ever again
No thought
But to overflowing
Joy in return
Yet not unleashing
Knowledgeless
Unskilled
Humble given credit
This is more His humility
And forgoing jealousy
And spaceless unity a while
If he is not so
Completely this
‘Oh my God’
Is
The restriction in
Lovemaking sex
Yet the pleasure
Joy
Freedom of,
a little death,
to life, love and life.
Peace of Peace
And so now
Let us have
Peace
His peace
My peace
Your peace
Our peace
And cross over to rest
For this is His promise
More precious
Than any work of men
More blessed in
Kind
More bountiful
To bride and
Body
In His peace
Let there be
None other
We may fail in faith
In all
He in him
He does not fail
In
Even if we fail
He cannot fail
For He has done
It
Let’s walk
In
Through
Of
Within me
He has done it
Within you
And he rests
Ever
You and me
No One
I have no one
I try to love but they
Do not love me
I better myself to be loved
But they do not love me
Undone I feel no love
But do love
In all these ways
For what I get
Is lovelessness
I discover He who is love
Loves me much for all these things
I have no one
I try to love
But they do not
Love me
They see Him with
Some love to hate this,
do not love me,
I do not love you,
we must then look through other eyes,
His and his,
of that all is love.
For God is love.
New Revival
New hair
New car
New lover
New job
New friends
New way of life
New way of thinking
New beginning
New religions
New revisions
New clothes
New idea of reality
New unfinished project
New new new all things are new
New sale next week,
no.
All Rest
Rest from rest
Call on solitude
Peace is not within
Why call on what
Does not rest
No joy
For it is not
And all that is
Is with
All
To Have and To Hold
What spirit was ever born
What man was not born
Jesus we know was born
A man
Flesh
And given
Born from above
Unless you are born from above
He was born pure
And born from above
Like we are in every way
Only always doing
What is pleasing to the Father
Keeping Himself from sin
And the Father pleased
To keep Him
We
Born in sin
Then from above
If this were not so
How could the spirit
Of Christ live in us
So that we may walk
And be loved by the
Father also
My beautiful
My beloved one
Let us do this together
Better
Till we walk to that
Place not made by
Hands
Showing love with
Each other
Keeping ourselves
Each other
And He being
Pleased to keep us
What shall we take
Together with Him
A song as a present
His name on our lips
We
He cannot be formed
In you
He is with man and
Mankind,
all that is mankind,
must accept he is not formed,
he is accepted and we are renewed,
reformed,
recreated,
less in you,
in us,
but us in him,
Yet he in us
Together better than
Alone
Also not less singularly
How has He loved us
We
Together might show
His words of loving kindness
Not returning void,
it is not good for man to be alone,
mankind,
we,
no man is (or woman)
and island.
Epiphany
Love
This damnable epiphany
This blessed insanity
It is a fire in the soul
The vibration in flesh
It quickens the blood
Bring me in again
Into the glorious madness
For my soul is weary
And I have forgotten that
I liveth
Existence
I speak
For you do not exist
I act how I choose
For you do not exist
I give
For you do not exist
I ask
For you do not exist
I treat you well
For you do not exist
I don’t love you because loving to you
Does not exist
Existence is with all love
You do not exist
Where are the living ones?
And so,
we must be with all love,
for that is not mankind fallen,
but the Son of Man,
where is the Son of Man,
he is not here right now,
but you are here,
and do exist,
we might then,
try show that,
we do exist in love.
Thankful
Thankful for my last breath
Every time I breathe
Thankful for every smile
Thankful of the sun of skinsong
The clouds of embrace
The autumn of contested colouring
The spring of healing
I am grateful in all things
So forgetfully thankful
Of this most
That my ingratitude is also blessed
Now I remember
Thanksgiving for
Thanklessness of blessing
Untitled
There is no sound
Joy is absolute
There is no sound
Ecstasy is complete
There is nothing to be heard
For there is now all peace
Silence is absolute
For eternal love is approaching
There is no sound
As all await such magnificent
Goodness
There is no sound
Joy is absolute
Life and measuring
Is in completion,
and sometimes this is now.
She, Her, Woman
She is the embodied restful joy
She is life in the sunshine
Her wine is ready and its
Aroma is ecstasy
The water of her life
Springs of life
None thirst after we drink
But desire that drought always
To curl on her breast is more
Than the promise of plenty
Her touch is a memory that lives
Long in the flesh
More than food
More burning within than wildfire
She is the embodiment
Of the worth of life lived,
so the Church,
so let me us treat you.
Folly
To say more beautiful sheer
Folly
You are beauty incarnate
Beautiful is to share your essence
To speak of desire would be
To lower
To not have you
Is to starve at a banquet
Of most succulent delicacy
Where you are not even a morsel
To try to pen more worthless
profundity
Is to understand silence at the
Thought
Of the Moon, the Stars and the Rainbow
Dance under a changing moon
Catch a passing star
If you can
Serenade a rainbow
The Rhada Rhani says
‘I sit and wait
In silence and patience’
For this is attractive
To the land
Even if never perfectly
His Lord will have my Lord
To be gracious to Me
As His Lord is gracious to Him
Always
This is the truly
Silent beauty
Of the
Rhada Rhani
Call Me
He
He is the Lord
My name of a lord
Yes Jesus Christ is
Lord
If I might ask for
Grace
It would be
Just
No matter what
The world says of me
That you would
Always know
That He is
Lord
My Lord
And that you
Know me
You know Him
You know Him in me
And call me
Your husband,
He treated His Bride so tenderly,
though Lord,
a Lord,
is such,
if he can be so gracious.
Last
My mind may be gone
Now
That need for your touch
Like a child starved
I have in all ways
Corroded
Degraded
To that which I feared most
If it is that last day on earth
This
These things I hold true
To you
My heart mind
Spotless eternal love
What shall I say
Cruel fate
Maybe a touch
Your touch
And a few weeks
Months
Years more
Is that a sure thing
Better maybe
This last word to you
Beloved
This long bright endless
Day
Clean clear crisp
With Him
With He who is
And gives graciously
This my eternal sunshine
Spotless writ
My kiss and touch
Through rock of ages
With a tear upon it
Maybe at the end
This poison they gave me
This curative medicine
Would and never ever
Could
Destroy love enough
Maybe I loved you not
Well enough
Beloved
On a sweet day
You are times air
Warmth of rays
The smile
Kiss upon the wind
Within reach of ages
Maybe not well
But no other
My beloved
To do this
If I die
Baying at the waxing
Waning moon
Fear not
Ignore all words
But these
For they
And the stars
Do not shine
At all
Above thee
Freedom Now
And what shall I say
Of myself
I am the darkness?
Yet how can that be so
If finding true light
I cast deep shadow?
Grey further behind
And those in shadow reach
The Grey ever in darkness?
Hot in the true light
Dross of refiners fire
But in the cold darkness is
Cold darkness
Shining yes
With a light that shines a while.
Of self,
This is the death of
Darkness not being smithed
Nor drossed
It does not shine
The darkness encroaches
Saying to those that
Desire keep dark deeds
And hold light captive
This in the true light is darkness
This light of mine is
Bright in dark
Dazzling grey
Bringing grey from true light
Not drossed
Not allowing in
Any by saying
This is true light
Ever if all call me
Nothing
Darkness
Fool
Dead man walking
For to know true light
That any light we have
Is a darkness to the way
Of true light of men
Is to have true light
Is to be
Reduced, free
Think of actions and be
The sun
When considered good in
Joy and love done
Is it this much for freedom
The light
He does not bind
But boundaries
Are with all things
Returning to life
Love on the beach
Allows much
When the sands of time
No longer fade to crumble
Dust and ash
Blow away like smoke
In that time
What will we be?
What will be the freedom
Of love as the beach?
Let love show me
But one for whom to
That can be
Now
And now
And now
Divorce
Death
Rapture
If
Rapture
Death
Divorce
What is wrong if now may be
The freedom of the way of
Light and love
Love in the sunny beach
Life rapture freedom now,
We shine,
Because he made us too,
His light in us.
What do I do,
whatever is lovely,
of good report,
considerate and kind,
as generous as possible,
peaceable,
all these things that are an environment,
that we would have to plant things well,
yes we must make this place,
no boxes to scurry about with,
like a fearful pack rat,
once was said by me,
leaving behind such enjoyable homes,
with such beautiful gardens,
both tended with love,
an answer was ,
some may never have such a place,
now longing for those places,
where baggage and gardens,
not drudgery and shameful wandering,
no shamed desire,
for true or the other that given to remove,
now I want to say no,
to everything else,
I read some where that to think little of me,
is the done thing,
what shall I say,
yes what needs be said has been said,
no what needs be said has not been said,
a new to those that only see dated re-runs,
and to those that didn't give attention well and right.
this might only have a place in dreams,
hope isn't a dream,
that is too difficult to hope,
and what shall I say,
I don't want to hope with,
or to be hoped in,
no,
nor will I do as said by,
why look anymore,
to in the other is hopeless ness,
and of me there is hopelessness,
no hope there,
to wander aimlessness to some,
not always having to hold back laughter,
to have wandered so far to be lost again,
and never look up and laugh,
yet that I hope in another.
Peace fully.
yet I can't.
there is,
a better than,
topple here,
topple there,
or a girl called Bianca.
you a Leo,
or a Virgo?
but I said,
you know I hate being called Vir,
I have too arms,
and I don't wanna be a drummer,
sacrifice is sometimes needed,
to be merciful better and from,
and why are tears shameful?
it had been difficult to shove against,
yet the spears and barbs have taught,
that this would have been more excellent and lovely,
to have been taught by excellent and lovely,
without sarcasm,
this can be difficult,
if this is about me,
one must know,
only for the other,
don't approach me then,
I have no loving name for you now,
no not now no more now,
I had a cat,
his name was William,
I called him bill,
I could not love another cat,
what a pansy,
to talk about such things like a pinned flower on me,
if I had a million cats,
I would have to call them all billy,
every now and then,
and be nice to them when no one was looking,
a poppy for some,
yeah I forgot solidarity,
but I'd have to not wear a pansy.
I might not have a million arms,
or legs,
sometimes just a big mouth,
can't stand huh?
I'll try and fail and succeed,
can't stand huh?
now might take a while to be allowed,
many things that normal people can have,
that have no past pain or shame of being like me,
well then,
I'm at peace with that.
Even though,
not liked.
yet enjoying.
?
maybe you are just an echo of a ghost,
not real at all,
some pose of trick of mind,
sounding like cold.
Math is for dummies.
Let me show you why.
There is a place,
rocking on a chair there is no winter,
this place she knows,
lightning bugs do not know seasons,
they know warm resonating conjunction,
not stale but air so tantalizing that it is electric,
a rocking chair lovely woods maybe there are new
places there,
obscured,
I'm a tree,
rocking,
no longer a tree there is a sound above,
I'm not a tree,
never was,
it's just the memory of a tree brings me there,
trees and lighting bugs don't know time,
only water,
tantalizing humid electricity that is on the skin,
rocking,
but I'm a sound underneath,
deep and resonating.
stones and madmen,
crazy,
fool who doesn't comprehend time any more only
now,
rocking,
thin laughing crazy as a stone,
what is space and time to stones?
if a stone was crazy enough to know time,
it might laugh and sing about a girl,
rocking gently,
humming,
fool she says,
why are you?
but I'm not there,
this is no balcony scene,
foolish girl I'm here at your side,
yet still a song deep resonating,
laughing too at this foolish girls still believing in time
and space and separateness and lonesomeness and any
other ness than now ness and with now ness,
look songs,
stone crazy still below,
now rocking beside we stand together,
a kiss on the cheeck,
now and song and kiss on the cheek and look,
can you see us,
a tree brought me here.
woods lovely dark deep full of promises and now and
singing and lightning bus and humid electric heat and
the beat of hearts in bugs and lightning and now and a
clear blue day as I point at now,
and in that clear blue day with somehow sound of
singing and rocking and humid and the beats of hearts
in flashing of light and bright blue sky and woods
lovely dark and deep and a tree has called us here and
there are people and maybe this is a good spot to plant
a tree, more than just me and you but a father and,
and nowness and hereness than there ness is
foolishness and spaceness ness and nowness and ,
I'm kissing you you foolish girlchild woman when
will you ever learn that...........
when was that?
yesterday?
tomorrow?
I don't know,
what is time and what is ,
now,
as long as it is now,
I don't know anything but those kisses,
now I see a courtyard,
what is time in The Fathers House,
when His Only Begotten Son Christ Jesus says,
what do you see now?
When was that,
or,
there is no concept,
i don't care,
now I'm not missing you,
kissing,
now,
I do not understand your concept of space and time,
I'm a fool,
all I know is there is a girl,
to me,
for me,
such concepts are a fools foolishness,
I hear rocking,
a tree is calling me.
but you are not there,
only a beautiful hope,
that my foolishness,
is,
hope of a better day now,
and always.
A head ache,
no now I'm laughing again,
I see,
no,
I hear a warbling of a magpie,
I don't know but we are apart,
but the sound of the bird has brought us near,
it is now,
and I'm singing,
and so are you,
we can't hear each other,
we can hear each other,
what is time and space to nowness and,
can you hear magpies now?
Wherever you are now,
I know you can here magpies.
Once you were my wife,
I don't care about fullish things,
I know you remember sometimes and can hear the
sound of magpies.
What has space and time and math and snowflakes,
the woman I'm talking about,
she would laugh at such childish concepts,
math and snowflakes,
have you ever know the joy in the now,
memory?
What is that,
when was the now we heard magpies together,
I hear rocking.,
a rocking chair...
a balcony,
what is lost,
what is found.
I remember the fourth of July,
or is that now?
and the shouting about how some guy is the best,
and they are the best fireworks I have seen I agree,
Is it morning there,
I see a place,
a Sun revolving around a sun,
and a sun around that sun,
there is no shadow of turning there,
Eternal Kingdom of Light,
that Light is also Love,
and there is no darkness,
a Sun and a sun around that sun,
and suns around that sun, and suns,
some of the love is suns around a sun,
and one seem like a man,
and another a woman,
and Light is Love and that is an Eternal Kingdom of
Light and Love,
and now,
for that time we wait,
in my mind,
I fell a kiss,
and the sunrises here,
and the same sun rises over you,
and cold,
in season and out,
be loved,
if ever you think of me when the warmth for the sun
and a laugh,
remember now...
in such times there is laughter,
sometimes inappropriate,
the feel of the sun on the skin,
warm and a kiss on the sunshine...
sometimes is see the sunshine offf your face,
now I remember a girl,
and I laugh inappropriately,
or a tear and sunshine in a tear and I laugh
inappropriately,
life is well,
such now life,
is a joy...
but now and then,
I care not,
now and then,
to see you truly,
in a time called now.
Sometimes I forget where I am.
Now,
friends are good to have,
we have a friend,
he is that Great Friend,
friends are good to have,
if ever there is a now,
I hope to be found,
standing with no season,
with my friends,
and my Great Friend,
made a way,
that friends is The Way,
The Truth,
that Light that is The Light of man,
now,
as ever,
I hope to do better in The Way,
with friends as many as any could want,
don't fear our Best Friend,
because if there be any good in anyone,
it is by following his Pure and Perfect example,
as long it is now,
that is the Way to chose,
says the Good Book,
good news,
we don't know the day time or hour,
year or any such calender date,
some things are only for The Father,
our days may be prolonged,
but on the day when there is only ever to be Good
News,
that day,
we will not need to read or hear about from another,
then we shall all know,
only Good News,
all else forgotten,
never again to see harm or sadness,
or another way,
because all other ways but Good News shall be no
more,
and if the is a Way,
as long as it is now,
may that Way keep me,
increasingly better,
so that I won't be ashamed at His appearing in Word
and Deed,
and tell him,
that I was learning to turn the other cheeck,
tied to a maiden head also,
till all calling was as the grass and flowers,
as we all are,
but there was one whom I could not,
I was fit to be tied,
not with seasons,
not with summer,
autumn,
winter nor spring,
but made and being made better,
so that for once to stand,
then I stand,
to have mercy given is how we learn,
and to err is human,
to seek to do and only seek and do what is,
loving,
patient,
all these things,
it to have all desire ignored,
till The Way has made a way,
to turn the other cheeck,
and we can be similar in the,
if your a bit butch,
then I'm a bit sun dance,
we prefer the company of the other kind,
but better and best are you.
as long as it is now,
until now is now again.
if that okay by you,
my home away from Home.
get thee too a nunnery,
jazz it up,
never knew mine,
we sons of none,
yet a son of nun,
longs for his home away from Home.
but we sons of none seek the good to do as best we
can,
rather falling down in way,
than rising up with the enemy,
this is our challenge,
seek to do the good then do that,
learn the Highest Good,
then we seek good for more.
clearly then,
now as well as then,
neva eva,
such fine words,
but I will not fall,
nor tire,
nor stop,
till that truth,
he,
The Truth,
has made true in me.
if I'm a star,
then let me be a pointer,
two stars,
circling each other,
this is how he loves us,
that in The Way Truth and Life of men,
he offers us a star,
none for me,
unless he make a way for you too.
as long as it is now,
let me do and profess this,
better till better still.
Sometimes life isn't boring,
just constantly asking for you too,
less complicated,
isn't easier,
neither is more complicated,
only awfully better.
If restraints are put on those that would do me harm,
on those that cause to harm any,
Angels or His Spirit in Christ,
he blesses as His Way,
I belong to somebody,
to me you are somebody indeed.
But I don't count on that,
even if it were my last day,
let this be how I lived and loved somebody.
I am not ashamed of still living,
I do not calculate risk,
love is stronger than the grave,
furhter than the furthest star,
wide beyond measure,
this is how he loves us.
Getting to here even,
hurt quite a lot.
Good morning.
past or present,
here or there,
then and now,
Once and Future King,
what ever is of good report,
what ever is praiseworthy,
hope and pessimism,
joy and fear,
learning to have one and not the other,
this is a difficult thing,
we are brought with only ourselves to the world,
that is all we take with us,
owe no debt but love,
"I could not pay my full debt of love,"
the rest was already paid for,
and the principal,
more than you account ever was,
thank you for hopefully trying.
monday,
tuesday,
wednesday,
thursday,
friday,
saturday,
sunday,
I like Y days,
upways downways,
leftways sideways,
there ways my ways,
boston pie days,
because when the talkings done,
then there's sundown,
candles and oh my days,
and if that day doesn't,
love is always?
I like,
mondays,
tuesdays,
wednesdays,
thursdays,
fridays,
saturdays,
sundays,
any Y day,
especially when,
they end in a xx,
try day.
best things in life are free,
but joyous is all day.
even when it's a little difficult.
patience is persistant,
I'm starting to notice,
how much there is to enjoy days.
friends are hard to make,
especailly when there's allowed no way.
but I still like,
monday,
tuesady,
wednesday,
thursday,
friday,
saturday,
sunday.
if I was anything,
and said,
I am not my own Lord,
no I am not the Christ,
I am not my own Lord,
if my name was a lord,
and said,
I am not my own Sweet Lord,
"there was another preaching the Kingdom,
but he was not,
one of us."
"Do not forbid,
for one who does what we do,
In my name,
cannot easily say ill of me either."
If even the Lord said this,
what is that to you?
didn't David write,The LORD said to my Lord,
and David was a servant and king.
And what of the Lord,
he says,
my Father God.
If the Lord called his Father LORD and God,
How does Jesus call himself his own LORD?
It says, "
there are many lords,
this we know,
isn't an early judge lord,
and an earthly Queen or King,
and what of that,
we see respect in persons even in earthly things,
God is no respecter of persons,
He is God,
He is the Creator God,
born from above was he,
Greatest,
Firstborn over all creation,
my Sweet Lord is he,
if the Lord Jesus Christ,
said these thing,
what is that to you,
I do not make me or us anything,
he is an impossible act to follow,
One God,
on Lord,
on Spirit,
one Baptism,
if God is no respecter of persons,
His Son in whom He is well pleased,
this is the very Christ,
surely we,
I,
you,
are crooked paths,
we cannot straighten ourselves,
or made perfect overnight,
that is his,
born perfect,
to be made perfect in us also,
we do not know.
If the LORD said to my Lord,
what is this to you?
Welcome Ganesha,
Libra and krishnatrishna,
well met and healing.
Thank you Gabriel,
a clean fresh cloud,
of peace and knowledge.
Peace to Arjun,
arganaught,
and high seas traversed.
And this I know,
no rest for the wicked,
no peace for the good,
No Grace without Grace,
say grace and Amen,
to have no grace,
is the same as to give none,
to say grace too,
grace is to have,
and to be gracious too,
for grace sake,
to hold on to joy,
no matter height nor depth,
misery hates company,
love is a blind petulant boy,
in pain,
awaiting the Rhadda Rhani,
at least for this one.
Awaiting the Rhadda Rhanni,
should be rest and peace,
and graceful joy,
in season and out,
pain teaches,
to rid of pain,
be graceful to yourself,
says the Rhadda Rhanni,
take the world off your shoulders,
how can anyone not be graceful,
in the face for such grace,
this is the Rhadda Rhainni,
all our plenty.
So this is how we should await .
Our Rhadda Rhani,
grace and peace and joy,
running and hiding she does,
how gracious and peaceful and joyous can you be,
not as plenty,
but even if I were,
Krishna,
better faster strong than associates and friends,
there is too far to run,
when it means,
way from my Rhadda Rhanni,
Awaiting the Rhadda Rhanni is,
grace indeed,
his grace to us,
he Jesus had not,
that we all are his,
denying himself for the church
we are given such grace,
as to behold ours,
so be graceful to the Rhadda Rhanni,
this is grace.
If we be tested,
to have grace beyond our measure,
and then be gracious more,
give thanks for such a wonderful test,
if a goodly test she be,
to be tested by her to smile,
both,
is joy indeed.
where ever grace is,
be graceful,
this is never wrong.
peace and rest and grace.
More than friends to all,
no to all,
I do not wait,
He can move Heaven and Earth,
and us closer,
No superhero as we spoke,
just a sidekick,
what's your speed,
neither of us need to rush all the time,
not a box of chocolate for those,
who believe,
and I cannot believe,
as I never can,
that you are any less,
than,
who I have loved,
Loved and lost is still love,
lost and found,
all of us,
lost and found,
forward the only way to go,
there is no rush,
no here or there,
love is where love is,
not in the air,
with,
and no need to rush,
loved and lost,
is still loved,
lost and found all of us,
time is all mens,
and no mans,
more than friends,
now and with now,
then and with then,
I have to work,
you have to work,
in him,
we win.
Loved and lost,
is still loved,
lost and found all of us,
Yes and Amen he is,
not yes and know,
we must live differently,
not yes and no,
just no to any,
who holds the heart in disdain,
to say,
yes and Amen,
and no.
More than friends to all,
no to all,
I do not wait,
He can move Heaven and Earth,
and us closer,
I cannot believe less of you,
never could,
that I'm a fool,
not yes and no,
more than friends,
but no to all,
like attracts like,
and I still like your style,
to have loved and lost is still to have loved,
lost and found,
all of us.
a servant can sit,
long,
for any,
but there is a Higher,
and He will not have me wait,
to my own,
undoing.
you say yes and no,
to have loved and lost,
is still to have loved,
lost and found all of us,
I must go soon,
there is not hope in this,
no one has all time,
relative to the Absolute these thing,
you must know,
this is hope,
that He is for us in him,
and he works for the good,
of those that love,
even if no well all the time,
and we,
I don't,
live by my perfection,
but that He loved us.
owe nothing but love,
you work there,
I'll work here,
to have loved and lost,
is still to have loved,
lost and found all of us,
the quality of mercy is not strange,
it is Divine,
and sometimes,
out of reach for us.
to be with now,
and need not say no,
to be with then,
and not say no,
to be working for love,
love still has everything,
to do with it.
deny me a time without counting,
but not yourself,
we don't forget,
that is how we love each other.
be well,
be loved and happy,
pray for me and I will pray for you.
mmmmm?
the tattoo on that youngish woman?
on that old lady seems familiar?
I don't care for the in,
between either,
till either day my love.
bound fettered,
unbound unfettered,
not an oxymoron.
too much water under the bridge,
to not stop and admire the river,
time is not ones mans I know,
we know,
but we can know live along the way,
not maybe,
that is not love,
till then.
no riddles,
plainly,
lost and found is better,
love is love,
ask,
you know I have asked.
no riddles,
those ways,
lets leave them lost.
stop go yes no.
why are you still here,
I know what my heart says,
I stay lost,
not with me,
to rush in.
not to leave hope behind.
not with me,
to be a bird on a wire.
to have loved and lost,
all of us,
mercy sometimes out of our reach,
yet the Divine,
He loves us.
and sent His Son,
this I pray,
when I can,
no rush,
I cannot consider me such a fool,
to believe less of you.
love has everything to do with love.
when dreams are founded in love,
can't he do anything!
He is for us all.
yet he will not have us wait,
to our own loss.
we are a peculiar people.
The woods are lovely,
dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Is that sometimes creek,
and is that always hill,
and I know that's Old-mans farm over there,
I can almost smell the tree we planted from here,
and the sunshine off her face.
But these precious promises,
in which he is the Yes and Amen,
of which I have become steward.
Patience please as,
we upgrade to perform better service,
for you.
if love is not always,
and that no height or depth,
neither angel nor demon,
of any thing that can be named,
even ourselves,
for Emanuel,
God is with us men,
and there is no difference,
bond or free,
those of birthright,
or those given adoption,
in the Lord Jesus the only Christ,
but that if we are greater,
as men,
then we must walk as he did,
and treat with,
always.
Her tent is a cool place,
a soft yawning of desire
the sands towards her oasis,
are more fine,
than the smoothest silks.
Dates and sweet aromas,
grow round about,
the is no chimera,
no mirage or falsehood,
to her refreshment,
she has not been,
hers is only for you,
all else is forgetfulness,
and she is always,
even in a desert tempest.
Sweet nothings await all who dwell with her,
soft songs and strumming,
she is an instrument to be played,
delightfully of sound.
Watered garden of warmth.
Pillowed like full down and satin.
awaiting the Rhadda Rhanni.
(mythology of Sri Krishna and Rhadda,
to hold oneself of no account,
to have oneself as no high account,
to believe oneself low enough to serve all,
to believe all as better than,
to know that other loved more,
to see the place and world,
as a this of beauty to be kept for beauties sake,
to hold to the good as best,
to know the good hold you better,
to all these good and precious thing,
to do them knowing because all is as He would have
you do,
then we have this hope awaiting us,
even though we fail at time,
we have this hope in earthen vessels,
Christ Jesus the Lord,
One and Only.
In which do not,
is of little consequence for we,
seek only the good he would have us do,
knowing it is Him in Christ,
created us to do,
good works,
not that we do anything,
the nothing we do is his working in us,
so we in him are more than conquerors,
we are at slumber,
wakeful gratefully,
working for him.
While we all wait,
however long,
then we do for others,
and treat them,
as Christ Jesus would treat us,
this need be all we ever do,
it is not good that man should be alone,
He said, for His Christ the Church,
for us each other.
not too bad at all.
as said to "me then more,"
seek him first,
do for him,
then as we do that,
we do not see him,
so we do for more than him,
first me then more,
we are of no account,
so to do as the only Lord would have done,
me and then more,
then not seeing him,
we do for others as the Lord would do.
mabye you are just an echo of a ghost,
not real at all,
some pose of trick of mind,
sounding like cold.
Math is for dummies.
Let me show you why.
There is a place,
rocking on a chair there is no winter,
this place she knows,
lightning bugs do not know seasons,
they know warm resonating conjunction,
not stale but air so tantalizing that it is electric,
a rocking chair lovely woods maybe there are new
places there,
obscured,
I'm a tree,
rocking,
no longer a tree there is a sound above,
I'm not a tree,
never was,
it's just the memory of a tree brings me there,
trees and lighting bugs don't know time,
only water,
tantalizing humid electricity that is on the skin,
rocking,
but I'm a sound underneath,
deep and resonating.
stones and madmen,
crazy,
fool who doesn't comprehend time any more only
now,
rocking,
thin laughing crazy as a stone,
what is space and time to stones?
if a stone was crazy enough to know time,
it might laugh and sing about a girl,
rocking gently,
humming,
fool she says,
why are you?
but I'm not there,
this is no balcony scene,
foolish girl I'm here at your side,
yet still a song deep resonating,
laughing too at this foolish girls still believing in
time and space and separateness and lonesomeness
and any other ness than now ness and with now
ness,
look songs,
stone crazy still below,
now rocking beside we stand together,
a kiss on the cheeck,
now and song and kiss on the cheek and look,
can you see us,
a tree brought me here.
woods lovely dark deep full of promises and now and
singing and lightning bus and humid electric heat
and the beat of hearts in bugs and lightning and
now and a clear blue day as I point at now,
and in that clear blue day with somehow sound of
singing and rocking and humid and the beats of
hearts in flashing of light and bright blue sky and
woods lovely dark and deep and a tree has called us
here and there are people and maybe this is a good
spot to plant a tree, more than just me and you but a
father and,
and nowness and hereness than there ness is
foolishness and spaceness ness and nowness and ,
I'm kissing you you foolish girlchild woman when
will you ever learn that...........
when was that?
yesterday?
tomorrow?
I don't know,
what is time and what is ,
now,
as long as it is now,
I don't know anything but those kisses,
now I see a courtyard,
what is time in The Fathers House,
when His Only Begotten Son Christ Jesus says,
what do you see now?
When was that,
or,
there is no concept,
i don't care,
now I'm not missing you,
kissing,
now,
I do not understand your concept of space and time,
I'm a fool,
all I know is there is a girl,
to me,
for me,
such concepts are a fools foolishness,
I hear rocking,
a tree is calling me.
but you are not there,
only a beautiful hope,
that my foolishness,
is,
hope of a better day now,
and always.
A head ache,
no now I'm laughing again,
I see,
no,
I hear a warbling of a magpie,
I don't know but we are apart,
but the sound of the bird has brought us near,
it is now,
and I'm singing,
and so are you,
we can't hear each other,
we can hear each other,
what is time and space to nowness and,
can you hear magpies now?
Wherever you are now,
I know you can here magpies.
Once you were my wife,
I don't care about fullish things,
I know you remember sometimes and can hear the
sound of magpies.
What has space and time and math and snowflakes,
the woman I'm talking about,
she would laugh at such childish concepts,
math and snowflakes,
have you ever know the joy in the now,
memory?
What is that,
when was the now we heard magpies together,
I hear rocking.,
a rocking chair...
a balcony,
what is lost,
what is found.
I remember the fourth of July,
or is that now?
and the shouting about how some guy is the best,
and they are the best fireworks I have seen I agree,
Is it morning there,
I see a place,
a Sun revolving around a sun,
and a sun around that sun,
there is no shadow of turning there,
Eternal Kingdom of Light,
that Light is also Love,
and there is no darkness,
a Sun and a sun around that sun,
and suns around that sun, and suns,
some of the love is suns around a sun,
and one seem like a man,
and another a woman,
and Light is Love and that is an Eternal Kingdom of
Light and Love,
and now,
for that time we wait,
in my mind,
I fell a kiss,
and the sunrises here,
and the same sun rises over you,
and cold,
in season and out,
be loved,
if ever you think of me when the warmth for the sun
and a laugh,
remember now...
in such times there is laughter,
sometimes inappropriate,
the feel of the sun on the skin,
warm and a kiss on the sunshine...
sometimes is see the sunshine off your face,
now I remember a girl,
and I laugh inappropriately,
or a tear and sunshine in a tear and I laugh
inappropriately,
life is well,
such now life,
is a joy...
but now and then,
I care not,
now and then,
to see you truly,
in a time called now.
Sometimes I forget where I am.
Nothing
And I asked
‘What do you see’
‘Nothing’
‘Take my hand’
And as he has shown me
I will show you great
And wonderful things
‘Where shall we go?’
‘Go?’
What is in going for men
Look what is in my hand
Now there is no going
Worthy of moving
Doing nor speaking
No wonder
Greater than thou
You
Your hand in mine
And I said
‘He will have it thus’
Always and evermore
No matter the distance
Part from me
He will hold yours
Mine ,
Another with us in love?
Or different and same
Hand to hand in life
Greater and more wonderful
How is it
You don’t know these things?
Life is a great and
Wondrous thing
The teacher in our hands
Whether we apart
Teaches me teach you
For I’m the greater if
I seek him
Or you seek him
Teach me
Who is a man
Or the son of man
That such wonder as you
Will you teach yourself how
Wondrous you are
Or how wondrous
He has made thee?
She said
‘Let me tell you my true
Thoughts of you’
And if your shame pains you
Let me uncover your skirt
So I may teach you hope
Joy
Peace
Redemption
And lovemaking
And sex
Our shame will be holy
And our joy complete in
Children,
and he shall be our covering,
And this is now in your hand
This is life
The way of truth
Beauty
Life
You would not know these things
So I stood you up
Above as
My brothers all
What do you see now
I can hear the sound
Of falling rain drowning drought
And revelry
‘Did you not know
Mercy and sacrifice brings much’
A husband is allowed
Be both
Now my beloved
However you are named
Let me show you
‘New’
Ladybug
Ladybug
Let there be His angels
Sent by His son
You have loved Him more
Esther
An excellent name
Let there be an Esther
I ask in him of His Father
for you
I give thanks
That you said yes,
to befriend
And so let there be Boaz,
My Father is Almighty
My brother kinsman redeemer
Mighty warrior
Super hero
His sister princess
My beloved
Dressed in glory
Dressed in white
Beloved of the beloved
My sister princess bride
A story bold colored bright
for we are all of human kind,
Song of grim
Song of light
Day to night
Dark to light
Spoken softly gently lovely
Truly
Blind loves tender sight
Words for those
Blinded loves delight
Sweetly serpentine
Pure though
Aright
Loves law
To cure those poisoned
Wicked lips lie
Of broken love
Always sought
Curative days
Curative nights
Rocked through ages
Lullabies
Kinsman redeemer
Though just me
Learning him
For thy blessed life
Spoke softly gently lovely
Truly
Blind loves tender sight
Words for those
Blinded loves delight
Sweetly serpentine
Purified though
Till always alright
In me
Best
Writ
Pure then
Awrite?
An earthen vessel
For quill
Tranquil love
Goodnight
Better Together
Do not ask me
Who are you
I was made for thee
You for me
Do not ask
‘What shall we do’
Only that what we were
Is gone
Not two towards one goal
I fit me
And you fit you
Together walk
Through to through
Do not ask
‘Who will lead’
Only that
Do as I ask
Also as I say please
I for you also
Together bended knee,
and I will do and be the same for thee,
Do not ask
‘To whom shall we go’
Hand in hand first and foremost
Better together we
Grow
Do not ask
‘Where to find’
‘Where to meet’
You passed me
Paying four bucks fifty
John Doe
Of the street
Golden deer
Of passing feet
‘To Whom it May Concern’
My casual greet
No strings attached?
No such trite right,
But free wings your feet
No next time?
No next time?
Hello
Only four bucks fifty
Golden deer
John Doe of passing feet
Four thousand five hundred
This fortnightly meet
To Whom it May Concern
worn shoes,
And lonely streets
To Whom it May Concern
I not you
But you unseeing
Remember me
The angels around
Spoke
Only four fifty
Let me count change
And see
They passed by
Not knowing
Change for a
Fortunate King
Did you greet
Do not ask
‘When will my princedom
For princess bride come?’
For you sold a throne
Four fifty bucks the sum
They offered him bitter drink
Cut down
Uproot
This bitter fruit
This bitter herb
From the
Bitter root
Clean wells
Sweet bread
Corn and wine and oil
But the just
Shall live
By faith
Hoping in love
Declaring
Unashamed,
a smile from me,
and a day faith by faith,
more than all their corn,
sweet bread,
and wine.
You my quilt,
me thine.
And this is the end of my doctrine,
of all my words,
we cannot change,
nor can we change others,
we should not strive to change,
nor change others,
live,
love,
be yourself,
know yourself,
physician heal thyself,
be with no one for ever,
but every day make the choice,
free,
unfettered,
for now,
and then,
and in the beginning,
and so shall it be,
it was because I loved you,
and I do not know what that is,
so I tried to learn you,
and know me,
and that middle place there was not,
in and in,
deeper and deeper still,
till,
“oh my,
oh my God.”
and in love,
befriending others,
for as we strive for children,
so to be like children,
we can never have enough friends,
but
“oh my God!”
let's be best friends forever.
If not then,
if not now,
when.
Love never ever fails,
yes you were best friend to me,
I will say this,
friend and best friend,
I go wandering for joy,
not looking to find,
finders keepers.
Do you own me still,
not then now or ever,
do you know me now,
if not now,
then when?
I'm the greatest,
He and His Son said so,
so are you,
let me prove it!
It has been how long since I've seen you,
a week,
a year,
a day,
a month,
a second?
Who and how are you,
“oh my God,
your the best.”
Let me prove this again.
This,
is my beloved,
always and forever.
I learned this today.
Something new,
and old,
and borrowed,
and blue,
I like my meat rare,
my fish raw,
dipped in,
fresh.
And I eat the best parts last.
Do not seize the day,
there are not plenty of fish.
But the catch of a lifetime.
“Oh my God.”
your the bestest ever!
But I have never been here before.
And wont be here again.
This is my theology mate.
I go fishing for that one.
Let me show you the best man to be,
to get that one for yourself,
maybe you know a way,
you got a spirit too,
and I kinda like your style mate.
This is my theology,
if I'm a hoe,
there's no place like hoes,
and get off my grass,
only I dig for gold here,
and some hoes have hearts a gold,
I know,
I stole his ship.
Typed?proofed
Black Cat Secretarial Services.
PS:
I'm not that nice at all.
Bad bad is bad,
boring is boring,
and spending you money.,
(the Lord's from beach to Beach)
at the beach.
If life is what it is, define it.
Otherwise let's spend life living it.