The Garden of Gesthemane

The challenge that is life,

With each moment brings new battles and broken bridges,

Uphills and rough terrain,

Everything is war.

Psychological, emotional, physical and mental, 

The nuclear warhead explodes, radiating destruction,

The oncoming blast of evil obliterates everything in its path.

War with pain,

War with arrogance,

War with insecurity,

War with outward appearance and inner feelings,

War with addiction,

War with health,

War with nature,

War with opinion,

War with truth,

War with fact and fiction,

War with guns, missiles and ammunition,

War with enemies,

War with friends,

The medicine in life is hatred.

But,

In war,

There is conquest over evil adversity in our minds and hearts, the battlefield won by the humble, the victory over darkness, the purity in people that comes forth in open arms and innocence reducing us to compassion and new bridges are constructed.

In the level sunlit path heading forward to the Olive Grove of reconciliation

the true medicine is humility,

the truly humble fight the real fight,

They cannot be demeaned,

They cannot be belittled,

They cannot be beaten down,

fore the Truth is on their side.

But, with this gift come the hardest tests, 

Tests for the strongest people, 

Those absolute people,

This is spiritual warfare, only here does hatred kneel and bow its head to love.

In the name of Genesis, and of Resurrection, and of the Light that shines on us all. 

The White Horse 🐎

The white horse trots away

with such grace. 

His mission is complete, he heads to the flowered meadows and olive groves beneath the mountains.

To the one's who deny the white horse -

do not judge me I say, do not preach to me, 

And do not think the Lamb is just timid and shy,

And I'll tell you why, 

If you believe in nothing,

Then nothing matters,

But, I will not budge my mind for you,

I will not budge my heart either, 

You are sticky like Cleaver, but I will not stick to you,

I stick to one who's words stick forever,

Stick in my heart,

Fore we are all imperfect,

Life's a balance, life's not a game, 

Do not blame a Lion you cannot tame,

Or get crushed in its jaws,

Outreach your hand to mine and climb, 

Not for fame and adulation or admiration,

Reach for the sky, reach for the center of the black hole, as within darkness shines forth Light, 

Look within, as inside are the cells bound by the Light,

Reach far and high,

And you will never die,

Or even cry,

As the Light shining does not sleep or lie.

Look for the leading horse

galloping fast to the mountain's summit,

The leading horse is bright white,

Lightening quick it bolts,

As it enjoys peace, but is bold and strong,

The second horse is lean and grey and doesn't eat grass or straw.

The third one is brown like the earth and not what it seems,

The last is as black as night. 

Follow the white horse for the Light of Heaven, fore He is Heaven sent, 

The grey horse is deception, a distortion of perception,

The brown is worldly humanity, for those seeking earthly fortune and sexuality,

The black is destruction and rage from another lineage of book and page, arrogantly bowed.

The white horse is The Gift,

We are flawed people,

But we have gifts too,

If only we follow the white horse,

This is not Morse code, a puzzle or a labyrinth,

It's plain as the nose on your face,

It's not a rhyme or riddle to figure out, 

It's the True poetry of Life,

Look around and see,

The insightful see it,

The intuitive rise,

The good get it,

The strong and the wise, 

The peacemakers and rebels,

The weird and strange,

The mocked and stricken,

The chained and the caged,

Don't enslave yourself with pride, don't fade within arrogant skin.  

The white horse stops infront of me,

Such loving kindness,

I stroke his nose and feel his warm breath,

In the end the beginning of life is death. 

Awake

Conquer the enemy within, 

Go forth and extend a hand of encouragement,

Have mercy and help eachother, and

help yourself too.

Awake thoughts,

Insightful and compassionate thoughts,

Give birth to good ideas,

Deep thoughts from the intuitive mind,

The strong that is the real you.

A magical golden and purple swayth of gratitude will envelope you if you reach the Divine,

Reach for it and gain

protection,

Be royally proud and filled with Holy humility,

Wake and embrace the sun in your heart,

Stretch forth brush and pen, shield and sword,

Be bold and sever the negative, 

Express and defend what's yours.

Rule your heart,

Hug your friend and forgive,

Release it and heal,

Write, paint, sculpt, express,

Shine like a gold reflection on the rivers surface,

I've seen it, so be it,

Let the beautiful copper and jade on that surface sparkle and glow,

Beneath the depths of water are boulders and stones, soil and grit,

Grit is the root of the shine,

It determines your courage,

Be brave and come back to your true good self.

Be your sun,

Be your rainbow,

Create liberty in consciousness around you,

Colours shining from a grateful smile and warm eyes.

Hate passes,

Fulfillment returns,

True and meek,

Strong and bold, the old becomes the new,

Power from birth will return and grow,

Diverge and spread a stream of vibrant invisible energy.

Never fade,

Freedom and independence always grows,

Free thinking and awake minds annihilate corruption wherever it exists,

The machinery of the system is crushed by true inspiration,

Never perish,

Grab your pen and write and learn,

Be yourself,

Think freely and learn,

The inspired mind is more than mere inspiration.

The Test

Everyone is unique,

Everyone can be gifted,

Be good and you'll be morally lifted, elevated to a higher plateau, I believe it.

Like the perfected Saints, perfected by Christ to perform the miraculous,

Sinner's are elevated too,

Saints were once sinner's after all,

So, know your treasure, know your call. 

There are guardians, protectors, there are demons, diabolical beings, vampires, people who suck your soul, spirits and Holy Angels and Archangels, the Six Winged Seraphim and Cherubim. 

Don't be Alexander,

Be Diogenes, the dog,

Bold and humble.

The stumbled life is the gifted life, the ability to see what others don't, fore the light shines on you and the spirit sparkles in your stride, 

Which kills the devil's pride.

Like litmus paper,

Soaking up vintage wine, the fluid of experience,

Identifying acid, alkaline or pH neutral,

Been there, observed and accomplished,

I'm here for an unknown length of years,

and God knows my tears,

He knows my battle,

Ingrained in trauma.

Like a grape vine,

Holding on for support,

I grip His Hand,

Suffering brings this clarity,

But, with it full bodied strength and charity. 

Now, I'm the litmus test,

Like my brother says, even when I'm wrong I'm right.

Even when he's in bed and out of sight,

crippled from the waste down and mentally incapacitated, now he's elevated,

His gift is child like innocence, 

He sees only the pure, 

Even in his weak state he sees the strength,

No blame or doing wrong,

Just strong. 

Calm is dangerous, but more so are the gifts. The gifts from above, protection through humility and faith in Truth, the gifted are the proof.

Know thyself,

Fore knowing you are weak,

That there's something stronger,

Creates a long life.

Ever existence comes from resistance, 

Resist breaking another soul, resist doing evil, resist closing your heart to Christ, 

Christ beckons the open hearted, the loving kind.

That gives me peace of mind.

When I stumble and when I trip, ask for mercy, I know it's for my own good, to remind me, remain solid footed and grounded, it keeps the blood suckers away and the demons. Contemplate and walk the walk, let your actions speak, don't be weak, be true, then God will stick to you like a super glue.

My good soul was obliterated,

Deluded and hallucinogenic,

Paranoid and insecure,

Anxious to the core,

Now I'm bullet proof,

Kill me and I'll become more powerful than your imagination,

Ascending to Heaven,

In God's Grace,

Cradled and strong, 

Forget martial art, muscle, physicality, guns, knives, weapons of destruction.

When one has insight, foresight, intuitive understanding, morally courageous aptitude, and above all good will for mankind, 

Divine protection and provedance will come.

Pass the test.

What's your gift?

The Kingdom is yours

The power of the tulip standing high is like the strength of my kiss you will wish for, the door opened to you, but you didn't enter.

Caring is steel, you are not the centre, or the core. Steel is your inner force and your gentleness and kindness, not a superficial mind, not spiritually blind, it is empathy, it is heart, it is control and consideration, it is reading of harmony and tenderness, it is a heartfelt powerful donation,

It is the Magi in the Saviours Adoration.

Don't waste my time or your own with indecision,

Time is perfection in precision,

A mystery oddity,

Not a commodity.

Courage is a decision,

One foot forward to quench your fear,

The first to call His name did hear,

Creation of the revolution of Faith,

Not the leader, but the man,

Not the rock, but the brave,

Force comes from a warm heart,

Make your force a spiritual slave. 

Don't be appearance,

Be depth, 

Don't be adherence,

Be unique, be a freak.

Nature's way of saying you're gifted,

Be original not foreign,

Be fluorescent not common, 

Trauma is ingrained,

Like a breakage of bone,

Needs time to heal,

This is the seal,

Break the mold,

Bust out of boredom,

Don't concur, confuse,

Don't abuse, amuse,

Don't neglect, effect,

Don't take, seize,

Don't hate, challenge,

Don't please people, stand your ground,

Don't act or look back with envy or anger, 

Look to the truth, be it, see it,

seize it, by spiritual force.

Like scaffolding of growth,

Focus the climb and evolution around us both, 

The world is not yours to own.

Own your heart and your crown,

Be the king of your mind,

Let the King be your guide,

The Kingdom is yours if you want it,

Don't reject it, it might be too great a loss, never to return to you. 

Today, the finger is mightier than the gun,

Listen to the words, don't run,

Away in a manger,

A crib for a bed,

Write love for the stranger and sleep silent and without danger,

Don't be looking over your shoulder, be bold,

Don't be sleeping with one eye open, 

have faith, not fear.

Disturb the ants nest by all means,

But, pray you don't get bit,

It's how you walk, and how you sit,

It's about humility and the ability to admit,

Flaws and weaknesses will roast you, like meat on a spit,

You will be healed with mud in your blind eyes,

Don't accept lies,

Break fake reality like light breaks through cloud,

Look to the light, 

Follow it,

With all your might,

The Kingdom is yours if you want it.

Hammersmith Bridge

Blessed are the weird people,  the poets and the misfits as their

creation flows to the bridge.

Theres an element of faith,

In lacking doubt,

it's always present,

without doubt,

Positive uncertainty

surrounded by stimulation.

Never fade, 

The sequence

begins and ends at the bridge,

Beat by beat,

Step by step,

Footing collides with concrete ideas,

Lamp lights and running thoughts,

Flying branches and stems,

Curious pigeons and gliding gulls,

Circles of energy, 

Multi coloured swift interception, without relinquishing beauty,

Walking, talking,

The elements of faith,

Inward running of concept after concept,

Under the bridge the transmission of force by river boat,

Within it the life. 

Gregarious chitter chatter,

And in-depth debate,

Pulverising the air,

Pointing and piercing gaseous exchange,

Inhaling and exhaling,

The bread of life,

Rhythm of flower movement and growth,

To sniff is to test,

The decrepid dandelion,

But it's a survivor

And it heals. 

The strength of the footing, The music of the push,

The glide of the unpredictable,

Wing beat after wing beat,

The tunnel vision,

The flow of leaf fall,

Unending and unrelenting,

One leaf falls,

Creation begins.