The centimeter

Beats me,
What it is,
A measure
of things.
but
from What?
JE SUIS AMERICAN
WE know the
MIGHTY
inch
the
ANGRY
inch
an
inch
WORM.
Not really,
but
the inch
is from man,
placed on a ruler.
That little
tiny bone,
below
or above?
that knuckle
on my finger.
You need a brain
in your skull
to see that
it is not a secret
or taboo
so many cubits
to build the ark.
How many hands
to build a state?
GREAT! lets see,
one, two, three ...
lets use thirteen colonies.
mmmmmm
excuse me SIR!
WHAT!
In what shape:
a triangle?
a square?
or
a circle?
GOOD GOD
man!
we will use all three:
a pyramid.
thirty big steps.
started by three.
and a stumble.
make sure all are humble,
to climb up those stairs
and
crawl back down
to ground level.
Everyone has to die once.
JESUS DID!
BUT
How many steps
are
below
the
33 and a third steps?
What is down
one degree?
Jesus went away for three days?
I know
I seen
I heard
"Watch OUT, that step is a LOU LOO"
the unveiling
of
the unseen world
in bad form.
Scared the shit out my.
but still
I know the inch.
I can find one on me.
but,
a centimeter?
2.54 inches.
sounds like
Nephlem to me.
BOO

The chicken or the egg

In particular, essence or existence which comes first then second? I am pondering this question. I take the stance that we come from idea's neither existence nor essence. A thought was made from our parents concerning children and then we are the result. Actually, I am a thought concieved by my parents and given form.

What are those thoughts that my parents had to concieve me. Since my parents where both practicing Christians thoughts of God from a Christian prespective was on their minds. The idea of having a child comingled with Christians virtues. The desire to have a child will produce the question how to raise the child. The concept of thought and action begin to merge. Parents begin to prepare for the birth of a child before it comes into being. For example, men and women get jobs in hopes of paying for their offspring and providing a good upbringing for their offspring.

A lot of problems hatch from this explanation. The condition of the unwanted pregnancy. The teenage mother. The woman that is inpregnated by rape. In these conditions, there is no premeatated thought. The idea of birth is not on the mind of these women and men.

Actually, the thought is on our minds and hard wired into the DNA of all living things. For example, as a child I wondered where I and other children came from. I was told I came from my mom's stomach. What did she eat to make me? I better not eat that liver she likes so much. I hope these cookies where not the cause. I will eat these dog biscuits, no way she ate these, only dogs eat them. To find out where children come from begins our ideas concerning procreation. The idea of having childern is taking form in the void of our thoughts.

People that exist co-create the essence of the person that will be. I think life does not need God to be created, but to be saved yes. Saved from what only He knows. (Yeah, so what I typed He. Get your own blog and type what you want.) Actually, saved from ourself because we can be formed without him. However, we can be formed with him. I believe I was created with him, not to sure about my neighbor, he listens to the worse music ever.

I believe this from listening to my parents and myself (essence). This is sort of a predestination vine of thought. Being born to Christian parents, I was predestined to be a Christian. I have the choice not to live the life of a Christian. I have tried and it did not work out for me,lol. The wise man enjoys correction from the father and I get put back on the narrow road that is often less travelled by the masses.

There is a union between the ideas of those that live for GOD through Christ and the essence of GOD, the holy spirit. We are to be vessels for the word of God and the holy spirit, followers of the teachings of Christ. I believe Jesus is the Christ, his word is true.

One thing I am astonished with: I am not a gentile and never have been a gentile. We Christians tend to think we are like the barbarians that where converted over two thousand years ago. I am born in the vine of Christ, I am either good or bad fruit for the vine. I make an honest effort to be good fruit.

To bear fruit is spiritual and physical manifestation of the word of GOD. For instance, I can procreate and have children that I raise to be Christ like and I live in the communtiy of humanity being Christ like. I give the light of Christ to my offspring and shine the light of Christ in the community. I do not have to have children to bear fruit for Christ. There are days when I feel like a solar eclipse.

As usual, I get side traked with something else. I want coffee and a cigarette. Oh boy, this is a solar eclispe for quit a few people. I would say: It is not what goes into the body but what comes out. However, I have been known to use profanity that would make a whore blush. Gee whiz I think I did it again.

Father's Day

Something was missing,
In my friend.
I saw in his
sad
downcast
eyes,
the tilt
of his:
wrinkled,
weathered,
face,
and
slumping
shoulders.
but
he shrugged.
He did not know?
"Maybe it is the news?"
He said.
Searching his mind
with weary eyes.
"Horrible things are going on."
He told me.
"BP, that is British Petroleum,
I know you don't read the news,
can't solve the Gulf disaster!"
The War in Iraq?
I replied.
"No, the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico"
A smile on his lips,
he was pleasantly amused.
Could it be June Gloom?
I asked.
"Perhaps?"
"I think I slept wrong.
but
I have a comfortable bed."
Are you celebrating
Father's Day?
A SIGH
escaped his lips.
"My choices in Life"
I surmised,
lead him away from
procreation.
"I was free to be me,
never had the time,
children was the last thing
on my mind."
He is Gay
his face
told
me.
I
Don't ask
Don't tell
but
we knew.
He choose
"not to be"
what
GOD
made
us
"to be"
Fathers
for
us.
.
Mothers
for
them.
.
SILENCE.
I am not going to church Today.
Tell me more about the world.
You know I don't read the news.

Man and God

To Love
God,
Is to
Love
Creation,
To Love
creation,
Is to
Love
Humanity,
To Love
Humanity
Is to
Love
Self.
To Love
Self
Is to
Love
God.
Love
Makes
Man and God
ONE.
Duality
erodes
Harmony
explodes,
consuming
all things
in the fire
of the Holy spirit.

The information age

is an inquisition
for those of us
with questions.
15 second clips,
concerning:
God,
Man,
Stars,
and the pretty dog doing flips outside of the zoo.
The less given
the more we crave:
Why are the G8 economies collapsing.
Goggle maps can video my street,
but,
WHY!
can they not google Osama Bin Laden's cave.
HMMM
Must be a dead zone?
no fiber optic cables!
The end of the world was here yesterday,
coinciding with big budget disaster movies?
Today, everything is back to normal,
look the pretty dog is doing flips on the beach.
"Isn't that precious"
The BULLSHIT "surf is up"
Kawa bung hole
I smell a skunk,
or the blood of a GIANT?
Thomas Hobbes
called it the "LEVIATHAN."
so many states
within
the state
The heads of an UBBER Hydra.
Only GOD can tame the beast,
living as wooden puppets,
our noses
growing
then shrinking
wanting our wood to be flesh
and the flesh without sin.
The information Age
hides our salvation.
Another age made by men,
(WOMEN now included
but
they still point to the glass ceiling)
pulling us away from God.
RIP, TEAR, SNAP, BOOM, BANG
Gays want to be straight?
"We pass on the sex"
but
"We do want to take care of children"
and
"Get married"
"Show you heterosexuals how it is done!"
I have yet to see a high profile gay couple last.
My mom did
the until death,
do you part
People at my church
are
doing until death,
do you part.
Those values and beliefs are the old school.
Fred Flintstones News.
the Information Age
is GO GO Jetson,
SPROKETS
and COGS
bringing us the quickie
DIVORCE
done during your lunch
Left click, download this file,
Copy and paste your complaint,
E-mail a copy to
http://www.divorcenow.cash/
Science is promoting
GOD IS DEAD
look here
information is alive
but
no knowledge
no wisdom
no understanding
just torture.
For the inquisitive
giving us less,
causing us to crave more,
confusing us with the world
so I pray to GOD
for the holy Spirit to guide my soul,
give me peace of mind,
and keep my feet skipping
down the narrow road.

Vision/s/'s

AZDFGHE
AFDEGHP
POQSEDWV
Number one?
Number two?
duh?
Number Four?
Number two?
duh?
Number two?
maybe?
Number three?
go back.
Number two?
What am I looking for?
Clarity.
They all look like Jesus.
Buddha thinks like Jesus.
Lao Tzu speaks like Jesus.
Plato acts like Jesus.
Just lanterns
before the son.
Why can't you see?
I'm not talking about that.
I am.
I see God in trees.
I see God in clouds.
I see God in rocks.
I see God in water.
I see God in Christ.
I disagree.
Repeat after me: two plus two is five.
Five is two plus two.
Good enough.
No one would believe
the visions I see.
I will take number two.

Question of faith

Dubios thoughts
shackle our minds,
Is this real?
Are you kiddn me?
Two fruit trees?
The two for one DEATH PLATE SPECIAL
GOOD, happy shinning people
EVIL, dumb dumb dumb!
our eyes SCREAM:
DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!
Fig leafs,
snakes are bad,
NOW you tell me about the second tree!
IMMORTALITY.
kick rocks and farm.
Cold blooded murder over sacrifices,
It is the meat!
It is the salad!
HEY!!! WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!
The angel is trying to FUCK my wife.
OOOOOOVVVVHHHHAAAA!!!!!!!!!
THE FLOOD,
leaning tower of babel,
"Good morning gentlemen,
tomorrow morning,
we will be able to touch the sun!"
CRASH
Did GOD just bowl a strike on sin?
A mulititude of
this and that,
he said,
she said,
THIS IS THE LAW!
but?
Jesus says: GOD IS LOVE.
What about the FURIUOS
FURY of the FURHER?
Ruler of the universe!
THE ALL SEEING EYE.
IT? of the Begining "BOOM."
IT? of the END "KABOOM?"
GOD is Love,
for me.
GOD is War,
for Jews
Jesus words causes War,
Jesus words causes Love.
I fail answering the question.
Honestly, I don't care.
I said YES I believe.
I live the life
of
BEING and NON BEING
in the body of Christ.
That wily, very old, holy spirit
the water in the water of the void
moving me here and there.
HOW, WHAT, WHEN, WHY, WHERE,
is my question to my GOD.
It really hurts,
sometimes,
living in my imperfect body.