Death Knell

There is a death knell for the artist,

Can you hear it chiming?

Since I was a young boy, they’ve questioned our integrity.

They’ve asked of our assurance, of heaven;

Though in this life we can only be assured of,

poverty.

They’ve questioned our morality,

Never to question their own disbelief.

There is a death knell for the artist.

It sounds in the distant hills!

As the white canvas remains unblemished,

So are the minds of the city. The artist fills your life with purpose, draws lines to worlds unseen, a thankless occupation; Filling the world with dreams.

A city filled with disbelief; unaided by men like me!

There is a death knell for the artist.

can you hear it chiming?

It sounds with a continuous winding,

The brightness is overtaking your cities!

There is a death knell for the artist.

Can you hear it chiming?

Destined to be forgotten,

Receiving no credit for his charity, he recaptures a life you’ve let slip, forever immortalized in the portrait, eternalized by your children, images set to revitalize your hearts graciously;

Be sure to thank the artist,

That dared to create for you a moment of brightness, of laughter, twirling in the dizziness of this world,

Upon your white canvas.

God blessed thee.

What is Truth?

Months ago my son’s mother made contact with me via our affiliated broadcasts; yet she made no acknowledgment as to weather or not she knew she was corresponding with me; I was amused because well she could not let go of something I said and had to defend the idea of failure in this life as being acceptable; though we all know the contrary to be true.

I have been truthfully seeking if people can take the things I say and engage with my questions or are they silent because these are things they really don’t want to think about and refuse to talk about. I am amused when CoSplayers, “like,” some of the things I have to say about them, they place little hearts of appreciation around a comment or an article; I know they never read a word because they are, “liking,” the words of a man, an artists, that has some harsh things to say about their chosen profession.

I really want to go one time to a Comic-con. Just to see if it’s true, after an hour you’d not know the difference between Barnum & Bailey Circus and a Convention.

Something truly wonderful has happened. After all the work, a year and a half of work on my anthologies and written material an influential source of information set out to correspond with me. Honestly it is nothing, people follow interesting conversation all the time; I am really a passing fad~ soon to fade in memory as so many other ideas have. Ideas that suggest prison reform is relevant, weed is destructive, prostitution is not a viable source of income, imitation is not innovation, failure is never to be appreciated, the modern welfare system has been abused for so long, government spending has been denoted equivocally, to be as satisfying, as the strength given from the Holy Spirit; and we know that to be a lie.

While world leaders seek to find productivity from a plant that poisons the mind and stunts the American potential, a potential each and everyone of us is born with; Our universities are filled with the by-product of corruption and sins one reproducing SIN.

You can dress it up, you can give it another name, but it will have the same sound, as the sounds Moses heard when he went to the children of Israel after being given the law by GOD; the sounds of war against the very essence that created them!

I wrote to Mat Staver on issues of G.E.O and some of the things I felt he left out of the conversation that will convince people of how wrong it is and wanted to know what he thought about G.E.O. In return he sends me a parchment with information about a book~ One parchment~ I can speculate all day on how I am suppose to feel about it. Am I to believe that the connection as to why our country has decided to accept certain legal procedures because of religious beliefs and if so, “What beliefs, are guiding our legislation and how does this information correlate with G.E.O?”

I will write to him again and maybe he will have more answers. Maybe he told me all I need to know, by sharing this one book?

I had the privilege of meeting a young woman the other day who is named Jordan. She loves the Lord but like so many of us desires a way to truly apply the precepts of the bible; but is made to feel uncomfortable at work and at home when discussing issues that effect our lives. So Beulah is to provide this direction yet none here desire to build the relationships needed to teach people prolific messages. Sometimes I feel we have confused the idea of the Holy Spirit guidance with that of (heartfelt) desires and actions of the moment that produce no long lasting change.

I am daily ripped in half at the idea of tales like “Kiss of Memory,” “Sharia-Law,” “Voice of Liberation,” “Scorn of Woman,” “The Devil Loves Apples,” “They ask us not to be politically involved,” “God’s Love,” and “Death is only the beginning,” are not attracting the questions of reform in America among those that can relate or simply have an imagination: I am asked to place my cares upon the Lord, as if I don’t, as if I have not. I am the one that has to remember and can recite the names and faces of men set to remain the fodder of the American landscape. I am asked why do I not care for the meanderings of those around me and my mind is always so far off? Because I am made to ask and still receive no answer,” What did you do while I tramped across America to survive the Great Recession?” “How  many homeless did you feed and clothe while a nation cried for a GOD and mercy a government was eager to deny existed?”

“How many souls did you gather and supply with the armor of righteousness and accountability that was needed so that mothers and fathers did not have to seek justification from GOD for the actions taken to serve the materialistic god of MAMON?”

The Devil Loves Apples

November 6, 2017:

What is Martha Stewart doing, endorsing “Sexting?”

The very issue that sent a man like Antony Wiener to a federal pen for three years. What does the “marijuana endorsing,” Snoop Dog, Quincy Jones ~tell all~ of the image of the entertainment industry~ Oprah Winfrey’s public bashing of President Trump and the DOJ system still debating over the manufacturing whole sell of marijuana have in common?

All of it is a hypocrisy.

2 Peter 2:2-3 And many shall follow their pernicious ways: by reason of whom the way of truth shall be evil spoken of.  And through covetousness shall they with feigned words make merchandise of you: whose judgement now of a long time lingereth not, and their damnation slumbereth not.

Peter later goes on to talk about false teachers who speak evil of dignities.

The root of this language is hypocrisy. Where influential voices will tell you that you have a problem and are a bad person for a particular act. Will go so far as to claim you have committed a “sex-crime,” from the simple association with a strange woman, while at the same time endorsing the behavior.

My question is, “To what end?”

I have seen that the Devil does not only wear Prada, he loves apples as well, especially in New York.

I just never thought I would see the day that Stewart~Clinton~Oprah  would present the same picture to American readers and special interest achievers, wishing to bash the idea of male success and send someone to prison based on what is “texted,” and was clearly a consensual conversation.

Does anyone know what the definition of Blackmail is?

What is being presented to those that read mainstream publications and many of what is owned by these three and those affiliated with them is the accreditation and education on how to blackball someone.

I was reading through articles written by well named individuals and some have spoken out on how it is a shame people lie to the government about disabilities just to receive money. They went on to talk about how long the lines are and how grueling a process of receiving funds from the government can be.

I responded with quotes like “Take me to church, just so I can say Amen la-da-dat-ta-da.” The person did not appreciate my comments and well is it not true?

As I write on key issues that remain undiscussed, like, the judicial system we rely on to maintain order has three characteristics I can not abide: (1) Guilt till proven innocent,  denying reasonable doubt, (2) zero justification policies and Clauses named Parry Mason; (3) The lack of effort in keeping people out of prison.

I speak on the issues that arise from a fatherless home, I’ve asked people what good reason can be given for the refusal of a father seeing~ simply seeing his child?

All of which receive no response.

I’ve asked of the defense set for man who aid in the trade, WOMEN, fight to decriminalize and many concede the point through the amount of crickets that enter a room.

Those born into this generation denoted with a “Z” have an interesting moral line to consider. They don’t really have to, but they are made to.

Weather or not weed is a drug any of us can admit is worth dying over? Worth going to prison over? Worth legalizing~ To those that enjoy locking black people up and continuing the people farming process, “YES!” The more families that are destroyed by this narcotic, the more man can be carted off to fill prisons. The legalization set by party members is a disguise. As I have said before those that perpetuate debauchery have no intention of reforming institutions that have had a history of debasing men and the monetary system used to keep man comfortable. It is no different than the legalization of alcohol and the horrendous restrictions placed upon it’s use. A man is breathalyzed and if he is caught with more than .05 ~ that is half a beer~ upon his breathe and is pulled over he is sited with a DWI that can range to 25 years in prison; and that is a first time offender.

You might be asking at this point, ‘Why do I get so upset about dates, rates, and expense?”

Because while party members and stock brokers keep playing with the idea of weed being a cash crop, I have to remember the number of men and women that fed and continue to feed the penal system for the sake of mineral values around the country.

I have to remember 18 year old Hispanic children who was shot in their beds by sheriffs of my small birth town in Texas that believed he and his brothers were manufacturing and selling; this cash crop.

I have to remember Trevon Martin who was shot and accused of being “High” by those that never got the full story but felt that because he might have been smoking, “pot,” he deserved to be shot.

I have to remember all the men and women who might have been shot behind this stuff and I hate to say it, “But no amount of money or legalization can take away the pain associated with the deaths behind that plant!”

It is a pipe dream, A dream as far fetched as Man living on Mars.