Just How It Is

I see things only when I look
What I see, disappoints sometimes

Other things I see
Like Love
Gifts of Love
Grace and Mercy
Coming from the greatest hearts
Coming from the greatest lovers of love
Jesus and Mary

After the great divide
Jesus Christ is the bridge over the infinite chasm of death
Mary is Our Mother who guides Us to Jesus and thus to Heaven while on earth
Looks like Divinity to me
When those Two Hearts are aflame…

Open my Spirit wide
I have only nothing to hide
For that is all I am

I used to be intelligent
Scored a 160+ IQ
Nothing really
I can tell you for certain
That inheriting His Thoughts over mine
Infinitely far better for His Glory not mine
For His Spirit is the embodiment of all gifts
True gifts which are being used
Because the ones Christ gives them to
These Gifts will just keep on coming
Receive! He is pouring and pouring
He will not ever stop pouring out those Gifts when you receive, see?
It is actually a matter of where you are really at with the Lord
When the door is closed behind

We are indeed only human
So what your eyes see in others
Via that the reflection or even projection of only light
Is only light until you are near
To feel the presence of another human
For someone who is blind
This is more real than the words ciphered on a page
So should it be for everyone
Though you do only see with your eyes

What I see are
The vibrations of your being
Your nature and your glory
That spark and jewel inside
Such rendered magnificence within
The beauty of your scars
As vindication over death through Christ
I see you dancing like angels do
With streams of glory and joy
Laughter with joy is what ensues
When all anyone else sees
Is you waiting in line for a drink


Inklings come by way of His whispers
If for a brief moment
They come like incense
I grasp that inkling
For blossoming flowers in fast forward
Are like slow motion explosions
And I am taken on a journey
I have to forget everything
It is just way too much to remember
But the memory is never gone

I recall an intense one yesterday
Though it is already forgotten
It brought me to tears and prayer
And none to share them through
But with those from whom they come


There is only one single Holy and Apostolic Way of Life
By becoming Christ Himself
It takes dedication
It takes devotion
But when your heart is His
And His Heart is yours
Then and only then
Will you understand
Then love pours down like waterfalls
On a clear and cloudless day


Here is how things are going
At the moment
In a sort of weird poetic story kind of way
I love the freedom I can impose

While I was bowing my head to pray…

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I look up to – snip –
I pray – snip –
I – snip –
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Lord, help me to pray

What are you cutting, anyway?

I am cutting you off before you say anything
To remind you of how you were saved
By My Name

You will not know
If I am interrupting you
If you do not first listen
In silence then respond when I have been heard

I will teach you to pray
It is not just the words you say, my friends
It is how your prayer is said
How the prayer is formed in the heart and heard before Him, Our Father
In His Highest Heavenly Court1
You see, the Father responds to sincerity

How would you respond to someone telling you
Unconvincingly with a glare
Inattentive with a yawn
And a tone of voice
That protrudes a careless attitude
That your house is on fire?

Or in an ironic kind of way
A steward of your own house
Stood before you and assured you
Everything is just fine
Not to worry
When word came at that very same time
That the house had been razed to the ground
What would you do?

A story worse than the boy who cried wolf comes to mind

But if He heard a welcome sound
One of Joy
Of sincerest praise
He would stop ANY proceedings to war
To hear what good news comes
Especially in these dark and dreary days

He pities His closest friends
Pitiable because of what they are up against
And the evil that surrounds them
But He and His own all know something that you do not
Is that He has already come
He has indeed Returned
And indeed no one noticed
But the question still remains
And this is still a mystery even for me
Is how and when…

For before Him are many paths that duly lead
To Him and His Glory
Which path is the Father’s will?

You will soon find
That the orchestrated order that wills itself into the Universe
Is completely manifested by the Power of His Holy Spirit
It essentially means my friends
The Universe is being held together by none other than the Holy Spirit of God Himself

What you evils you see and do not see
Manifested before you now
Are the result of Satan having a presence here
In the Heavenly Court
But know this
He was cast out
Out of the Court
And out of darkness and into the light
Bound and sealed into a prison
Yes, he was cast into that prison
By none other than St. Michael the Archangel
A prison no one knows
Now the demons and devils are fighting and fleeing
Beware and pray – fast when you must
Know that Love is winning

Peaches… really?


In the mirror I looked
Forced to take a second glance
For above my left eye
Were two large gashes
Upon closer inspection
They turned into scars
Scars that soon faded
Then I remembered long ago
A battle once fated
Love won and always does in the end


So what I say to thee
Is park what you’re thinking, see
Make what you want from me
Have a distinct fantasy

Do not waver from me
For Love is inside of thee
And I will forever be
Love simply

So tell me you are mine
Thinking you are so very fine
Maybe walking a fine line
No wrinkle on your face or in my time
All I see are subtle lines
A line is what defines

Now I have an axe to grind
So many people are truly blind
They will soon see by the loving kind
But I somehow got kinks in mind

I know the only path through time
The rest breeds destruction on a dime
Never wanted power clandestine
I only wanted a life that is mine

So now we are coasting through
Like a ship sailing straight and true
With the sail packed away
While the storm envelopes us in a fray
Heading to the place He promised us that Day