Haiku: The Rising Son-A Sabbath Reflection

Perfect government

Will only come with the saints

Of the Most High. Zion

Awaits her daughters

To return from their exile

From earth's four corners

And raise the banner

Of righteousness the world so

Desperately needs to

Know. Mashiyach

Will come to redeem the seed

Subjected to pure

Corruption and the

Madness of vanity. These

Indeed are the end

Times when signs above

And below show the birth

Of a new heavens

And a new earth. Pains

Like a woman in labor

Grips the world with quakes

And storms that breaks forms

And souls and spirits and lives

Leaving naught but bones,

Dry and shattered from

Perpetual warfare and

Poverty. This is

All the work of ages

Coming to pass bringing forth

The new world order. 

Few herald slaughter

Of the sheep so the Lion

Will tear apart his

Enemies who strike

His flock even as Nimrod

Did to Abraham

And Pharoah unto

Moses upon their birth to

Stop the son's rising.

Haiku: Heaven On Earth

Ahead of the times,

On the cutting edge of life;

Blessed to see what lies

Beyond the veil which

Most eyes know not exists since

Heads are in the sky

Looking for the pie

In the great by and by-while

Heaven is on earth

Awaiting for souls

To enter into its realm

And awaken-birthed

Again in Spirit

Transcending mortality

And all corruption

To inherit the

Promise of eternal life

And eternal land

Which Abraham

Isaac and Jacob were told

Their seed would receive.

For to believe is

To obey the Word of the

Most High; watch and pray

To not go astray

And wander on the broad path

Which leads to the death

Of the breath that gives

Flesh light for life found within

When sin enters in

The body ungodly and

Separates soul from spirit

Leaving only dust.

Thus the need we all

Have for repentance; intense

Is the longing earth

Endures for the rise

Of the sons of Elohim,

Eclipsing the dream

Of Babylon's kings.

Sowing truth like farmer seeds

Or seraphim wings

To reap a righteous

Harvest of souls one hundred

Forty four thousand

To be exact; backed

With a multitude no one

Can count, just marvel...

Haiku: Writing/Righting

Photo by Mickel Garret

I paint word pictures

That speak in three hundred tongues

So all eyes can hear

The sound of truth clear

And see reality with

New ears free of wax.

Cleaning perceptions

With erasures, wiping all

Error images

Away until light

And darkness are positioned

Properly in place.

Still learning to

Trace masterpieces and craft

Original art,

I am becoming

The poet I've projected

Slowly but surely,

Editing my life

Like the pages of books I

Have produced and sold;

Not just performing

On stages but sharing my

Tales told with each poem

Bleeding life, birthing

Spirit, exorsizing flesh,

Overcoming death

With exhalations

Of breath that releases the

Essence of my soul;

Striving to glow as

A child of the Most High in

A wicked world that

Glorifies all the

Ills of society and 

Mocks those who walk straight

And narrow paths. So

I boast in that I know my

Father and King,

He who reigns supreme

Over all things and brought forth

Creation with words.

See I spoke of Him

Before it became a fad

And laid my life bare

For all to see the

Struggles endured to again

become His image

On earth as it is

In Heaven. For my goal is

Resurrection, and

Nothing less than that

Will suffice. For until then

My goal is to write/right.

Haiku: Rediscovering One's Hidden Nature. A Sabbath Reflection.

redefining self

is but rediscovering

one's hidden nature

buried beneath years

of dying in pursuit of

simple vanity.

for to live is what

few truly are able to

achieve in light of

the life that they lead;

misled by leaders of lead

headed decisions,

without vision, lost

in the maze of a dream, better

yet a spell that has

stolen the being

that exists within the mind

and replaced it with

a clone with no thoughts

of its own. Still some think

the invasion of

the body snatchers

is just science fiction when

souls get stole daily.

hence the need for change,

even rebirth; butterfly

like metamorphis

back to the image

and likeness in which we were

created; divine.

sublime, realigned

with the Mind behind space and

time; with sight, not blind

aware of signs, spine

with wings spread; yet able to

find rest on Sabbath

day and refresh breath

so that life overcomes death

and truth conquers lies

and light defeats dark

and the righteous subdue the

wicked and the earth

is restored back to its

original condition

when it was all good......

SHABBAT SHALOM!!!

Haiku: Blind Pockets (for Black Friday)

Consumer eclipse
Blinds pockets empty for the
Season. Sold out souls

Who make wishes to
Satan with clauses that binds
Their stocks on Wall Street's

Black Market. Friday.
Door busting deals. FBI

Like home invasions.

Warrantless searches
Down ailes of obsolete goods
From Wal-Mart sweat shops.

Billions spent during
Looming fiscal cliff despite
Oblivion's dawn

On the horizon.
Commercialization of
Society keeps

Prices high; simple
Supply and demand market
Principles at work.

Mammon's mystery
Divides spirits when children
Don't get everything

On their wish list, and
This is just one of the most
Wicked times of year

When expectations
Of gifts intoxicates those
Who revel during

A festival from
Rome's hypersexual course
Of idol worship

That today Christians
Call Christmas, which is really
Saturnalia

The winter solstice;
Worshipping Sol Invictus
The Unconqured Sun

God of the Pagan
Cult of Mithras, but now we
Say Merry Christmas

Indigenous Resistence

Taking into consideration
The Mayan Calendar Time
I'm Sitting here Bull with Indigenous 
Resistance against misgivings

As Geronomi like

Thoughts feathered to the wigwam

Signal the scalping of mortal enemies
intent on breaking up our Confederation

So with Peltier's pride &

Sacagawea guidance
I seek to return 

Back to inner peace

Passing on the passing of pipes
to seal truce broken by Pilgrims 
who have no love for natives

as colonial Savages run loose &

My Wounded Knees bleed from

Trials of tears and Custer's last

Stand on red man's neck 
like land skinned from off our back

In fact thankless thieves 
threaten our very civilization with their

Destructive lifestyle

They dislike how Arawak spear heads

are sharpened by the Apache

Stone face strapped
with Azteknology for battle &

rain dancing Olmecs

Enter eagle trance to see

Visions of snake fanged

Pale skins venomous tails rattle

whose strikes poison 
the native culture infecting

Generations with Manifest 
Destiny mentality from founding fathers

Who dessimated

Blackfoot tribes until Tar Heels &

Seminoles were relegated

To mascot status

Leaving reservations for Iroquois 
Nation's while entire Sacred lands
were taken by force with war guns 
liquor small pox and white lies...

It's All A Script

Apocalypse is now do you see the signs

don't be shocked it's all a script meant

to redeem the times from the subjection

to corruption earth was forced to endure

because for too long the world's been ruled

by souls who are impure who secure 

their feeble lives with the deceit of riches &

caused this present darkness to rise 

with their fleet of witches warlocked 

in demon spells cast on the blind masses

who are sacrifices to empower the ruling

class that has us vice gripped to illusion 

running in rings of prostitution selling our 

souls to gain the world while wondering 

what's the source of our confusion with so 

many problems there's few solutions 

or rather so it seems because we're so distant

to reality caught up in tv living dreams 

induced by Hollywood and all their fallen stars

while global government is expanding

putting in place all their Stalin Czars 

calling for the war of the world 3.0 version

between Israelis, Palestinians, Egyptians &

Persians surging towards Armageddon 

armed with weapons of mass destruction 

beware harm is spreading like corporations 

protected with tax deductions for

false profits making blank statements of salvation 

while the troubled assets are creating conditions 

of hyperinflation because there's no substance to the dollar

like the moral bankruptcy of this nation

which is why states are seeking secession

to remedy this ill situation as America is facing 

the final equation of Revelation he who brings

into captivity shall go into captivity here is

the belief and the patience of the saints of Elohim

who have awakened from the dream to realize

with real eyes the real lies aren't what they seem

for there is a King who rules over all 

in heaven and on earth who sent a servant 

to reverse the curse and lead souls to rebirth

for what is last shall be first and I see Zion

on the horizon but first to come is tribulation

to loosen what Babylon has tightened 

so don't frightened for this will all soon pass

like sand in the glass just know that wrath is sure to come 

for the sole purpose of removing the darkness

until Earth's fully enlightened by the Son...