Tribute.Homage...Prayer

out of breathe speeches and confessions

Oh how you u make me you surround me with you and make me all I am I have nothing without you you are the addition in my life I need I am eternally yours and when we are kept apart we remain together because our hearts are bound forever you are the answer to the question my lips hold and have made me the person I want to wake up being I need you most desperately I have you in my mind in my heart in my soul in me and all my members I have and feel nothing but love for you you are my shout and greatest moment of laughter I have all beacause I have you.

Calmed by the call.

In total calm and seriousness and absolute knowledge or should I say a preview of whats to come…

I am in your debt and forever at you calling.

Merci Mon Dieu!

Nothing in Art is ever lost!

I am not the first to feel these feelings- nothing new has occurred under the sun, what has happened before is what will happen later ,yet I am the first to express these feelings through me because I am one of a kind a person like me has never lived or existed before even maybe like me yes yet they were not me. I find artistic expression in all things their expression and interpretation, I find a way to turn it into an creative expression yet the hours that have come upon me have been severe that a response from me has been altered and then I channel that which is not me yet there is still an art to it because I figure nothing in art is ever lost an artist can alter a fault on a canvas to assimilate it to the whole painting and I figure that that is the occurrence that will take place with me I am a canvas with God as the painter and even though messes of mine come in then n now and when I feel I am being broken and becoming distorted that’s when my Friend Painter Artist God, Jesus takes that which as Joseph said is meant for bad and turns it for good nothing in art is ever lost or beyond reparable and that the thing with my existence its an art of work that only God the only being I have allowed to paint me is without telling the obvious the most creative and most ferverent artist I have ever met so I am not worried I am not disturbed I am not sirenned yes I am rippled yet what ever I do or someone chooses to do to me God Artist can repair and even though the act is not necessarily erased or deleted it will be used to make this painted soul an artwork that will bring to the earth an amazing beauty that only God through Christ by the help of Holy Spirit can and when… I say close curtain in my final hours I know I will be pleased with the Artist work so come what may God still is.

Pay closer attention to God

The time is now!!!!!

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I need Your Hand on my life!

Joyce Meyer Darlene Zschech Billy Graham Reuben Morgan Matt Redman Miriam Webster Steve McPherson Marty Sampson Martin Smith Mark Zschech Dave Meyer

Its not you

I am engulfed by the thought of you let it be known that at the time you were what I craved yet as the hours have passed you have become my dread not in the light of who you are but just the emptiness of who I am I just can’t bring myself to be anymore in partnership with you I can’t even look at you without a negative feeling. Its not that you never served a purpose you did yet it really was for my gratification than it was for our meeting a much needed time in secret randevous. I don’t feel for you what you have come to develop for me its just not happening for me I need higher ecstacies and a broader toucher innocent meeting and well groomed time partners I need more than what any human can give and I will never find it in you… in me is a whole a vacant that needs to be filled and no human can fill it no touch can preserve it no experience no matter how high can tame it I need mo so much more I need to go out of this life these humans this sphere this world and be made climaxed and brought to oblivion by something greater Joyce Meyer calls it God, Billy Graham says its Jesus and my Pastor says its Holy Spirit and tell you the truth I once asked a favorite teacher of mine if she had ever had to let go of love and she gave me the most strangest answer she said to me well “there is healthy love and unhealthy love” and for me you are the latter I love you yet I can never be in love with you. Its not you it’s me.

So God of Joyce,Billy and Charles I give my life to You and forsake all else.

Trouble with or without...lol...!?

I lie here in total abandon of care

I invent methods of penning the unseen

Subjected to a confinement of my space

Let the things unsaid be at the presence of Him who wants to say them

Breathing sometimes can be a task

Which I love offcourse yet it requires an effort none the less

Let all I am be in the presence of who most definate wants to use it

God here is your turn with me

I am a pencil of which God writes His story with???

God,God,? Yah… gosh I wish I had the power to save myself

Then breathing would be a breeze and not such a task

Yet get a hold of this, people who called on God were and still are martyred, beaten and the Savior which they relied upon and who has instilled Himself in me suffered most than any person alive

So calling Jesus to come to my aid?

Is that a good idea?

Yet one thing I know that if God is God…which in my belief through Jesus Christ and helped by Holy Spirit that He is, I am in stable care.

We may be as humans (are) in a no win win situation…Trouble with God and Trouble without God.

Yet,

This I know for sure my life is invested in it…God is the ultimate lover, crucified, yes! but for me. servants martyred, yes! but to get to me and give me The Message all His effort and His dealings with earth are directed for my embetterment .

I may not know much about the disposition of the earth and not have the answers for why or when

Yet when I look up and mention in calling…,God through Jesus by the Helper Enabler Holy Spirit I know complete love is on my backup.

So God start writing I give permission Jesus to U start scribbling yet one request… Whatever you write it must be scinttilatting , eccentric , adventurous , unexpected colourful, flamboyant without notice deadlines and of absolute thrill and creative exploits for without the unseen and suprising in my life Lord I would cease to be and absolutely everything You made me and put me on earth for.

Its nite now

Elements of things in their disposition
I figure the reached element of an entity is when flow happens

I have never been in a place of consistence elements at meet


I engage in monologue, solitary discord and agreements about the elements I have mastered or have mastered me
Yet its not the expression for me that matters it’s the form in which its expressed
For likeness sake….its not what is said yet its how its being said

Its an ongoing spiral of what is conjured up in the mind and expressed through the form of element that you possess or that which possess you

I search for the place where its sourced and from where is reserved yet with no avail
Being in a perimeter and surrounding that compliment and add to your female or male make-up of expression is priceless and should be invaluable yet on what circumstance was it agreed upon that a certain mastered element defines your preference of matting
Male n artistic Female and manual doesn’t point to your opposite gender prefference
It’s all scattered now my prepared speech like a writer whose whole book has been blown by wind my argument or claim is lost in the files of my being and will
resurface in a time of no scripting
The dominant force the pull of your element the physical call of your being

If I were to decide for myself whats to be done with what possess me… I would come short of its potential
So an invite I make right here right now

Creator God,… what you have created let it be for the purpose you created it for
There there now see no restlessness and neurosis just calm and knowledge that what possess me is in the Hands of the One who gave it to be my dominat force

It was nite but the light of Gods welcome of me turned it into day.

Nothing in Art is Lost!

I am not the first to feel these feelings- nothing new has occurred under the sun, what has happened before is what will happen later ,yet I am the first to express these feelings through me because I am one of a kind a person like me has never lived or existed before even maybe like me yes yet they were not me. I find artistic expression in all things their expression and interpretaion, I find a way to turn it into an creative expression yet the hours that have come upon me have been severe that a response from me has been altered and then I channel that which is not me yet there is still an art to it because I figure nothing in art is ever lost an artist can alter a fault on a canvas to assimilate it to the whole painting and I figure that that is the occurrence that will take place with me I am a canvas with God as the painter and even though messes of mine come in then n now and when I feel I am being broken and becoming distorted that’s when my Friend Painter Artist God, Jesus takes that which as Paul said is meant for bad and turns it for good nothing in art is ever lost or beyond reparable and that the thing with my existence its an art of work that only God the only being I have allowed to paint me is without telling the obvious the most creative and most ferverent artist I have ever met so I am not worried I am not distured I am not sirenned yes I am rippled yet what ever I do or someone chooses to do to me God Artist can repair and even though the act is not necessarily erased or deleted it will be used to make this painted soul an artwork that will bring to the earth an amazing beauty that only God through Christ by the help of Holy Spirit can and when… I say close curtain in my final hours I know I will be pleased with the Artist work so come what may God still is.

Flood me

Take over

Be a force of nature with me

Light me with flashlights

Take me in the knoock

Take management position

Tornado me in your center

Take me and do as you please with me

Invade me

Inundate me with intimacy gestures and novelty

Oh God,take me as am and inject me with You.Make me helpless with your might and then empower me to respond to you

Lift me up while kissing me passionately knocking me against the wall and append all your nature and characters in me while inscribing me with all you are and emboss me in all my visibile fields so all know that I’m yours

You ask me a question and I respond ” yes, no, ,maybe, I don’t know could you repeat the question?” as I am lost in the wonder of you.

Jesus my Savior Christ Messaih God Jesus Son of God and Son Of Man completely and absolutely yours both now in this moment and forever please take care of me and pull me to You and the things You want for me.U are so unearthly and I love it to no end.

Cancelled Script

one……..(cancelled writing , deleted wording) yet “ one” is the one word you will know from the aborted script. Wish I could say more but I had to abort…overwhelming residence of words not said yet felt. I have said too much.