Friday, December 26, 2014

This Is Called "The Continue" Not '"The End Of Days" I Do Not Know How Many More Times I Have To Tell You That!!

I have walked this panic`d earth to the tempo of my birth, in this I state that this is a place of turf.  For in the instant of these reads I write to the memory of ground, to central on the breeze that this storm will ring.  On the vast and buried fight, I might the hand to this right, on the correct in action of the reason of the band.  A stand to the stage that is the shell of rage for minute to a talk, on the fact, writes, have date.  To cast these parts to the tide, in this the day, and, the ride, from a point of know return I type, in response with calculation on my mind.  Shall the guard of shield lie with a counter on the spy, than in the balance on any far, the fast will bring a lather.  Sweat not my friend from base of trim as the wisdom is a dream, to advantage gates I've seen, in the real of my Being.  To breathe with candor to taste this theme, there is a charge to what has been in the youth of sacred streamed.  I know that as I cruise these lines with the Hobo or the sign, a signal that is black and white, is as the road is to drive.

Simple yet on the thinking is the thoughts of what knew when, for wise are the hours to the tending of the challenges.  Shelf to stage the written page is in the protection of the book, as I remember each in stood.  On each moment that I grasp the impact of the words, to stern, I can say, to the person, that these times, are of a certain time, in the bearings, that direction of the scene.

I do what is the tune in chord, the guitar picker on the War, in the battlefield worn, a protection is not fear.  From these papers that I keep, I reveal, as I steep the kettle, is the boil on the frogs, of shrimp in curl trump.  A card of Taro, the flip of queen, on the singer in the spline, to wonder what this caters serves, is to ask the problem served.  For on the tablets that the ancients, where many pebbles staired, up and down the ladder lore, watch, the appendage it's a smile.  Frowning is the upside down effect of truth, as the question not of I, answers, to the formal lie.  I know that as the world is in the Lock of cage and key, I respect decisions, drool, for as the Tomb is grave, so tool.  Travel journey Men of earth, there seems no place to work this purse, as I was told by asked not came, in this I can no the shame.

Crate well my box to pyramid in the Sphinx, I spy a change, not the body for the face, I believe the shape has breadth.  Should the sling have cheaped the nose by shaving face to plunder sewn, the fault of that will befall the people whom destroyed the stones.  From the carriage of the horse to the Nero on the street, a violin in rosin bow, the music of the sheets of roil.  Temple church to chapel brain, as the Sphinx is a truth, the sign is that it has been changed, I heard the muslim did this chain.  To porch of the Muslim reign, I say, so simply, I say with rein, did you carve the Sphinx by rain with your dagger by your slain.  Asking for the revelation, I tell you of the stain, in cause, for if you should have scored the Sphinx I state, that Pyramid has a jinx.

Charge this to good old Mother Earth, Creation blasts the particle girth, and shall the People slay the turf, than the wares are Mans by cursed.  No one should tear the place to piece, for in this done I say a Priest, as the past is present Now, the future is the Ox in Cow.  Nurse not the never for a curse, if you are the ones that dirt, on your hands may not be blood, but, in this know that chisel lug.  Gear this word to sentence proof, I have no cave I write to learn, count the grain of thought I give, in this gift it's Allah lived.  He says to you in simple place, that killing is the biggest stake, for on the stick of dynamite, killing is the murder Smite.  No countenance of such acts done, the virgin, or, the men that run, in ruin of the mind, to think, it is the brain, that breaks these chained.

Never should a persons perk not be considered as the pane, to sill the window of the place that speaks to meet, not kill for plain.  Should the world text this now, in that know Plato wow, for Atlantis rolls a beach at the bottom of this piece.  A riddle on the path of wrote, is the one in peaceful tote, a brush with sake, to tell of state, is the worth of measure crate.  Mark the ax as Odins fax, for in the power of think Thrice, stars to constellation soar. on the broth it is A Core.

Grocer with the water failing, storms of dry sand, on the reason, Walls that raise to blinding dust, in this understanding, my thrust.  A Sword of Swail, Abrahams rush, the knife that cuts but will not drudge, is the dullest sharp to cut, as the wound is spun to mushed.  The tongue will scream a silence slings, the lull in by the way of form, turn your channel, it is a switch, to know, that crop of field rich, that is the plow of depth in stitch, the suture of the sat in dish.

Spoon of moons to suns on wished, a ring for gold the pitch of stone, each a sand that counts the finch, is a bird to shadow disc.  Do not conquer with a whip, this is the elephant of scotch in pits, a plug of dike, to thumb, of bike, is the ink, that writes this sight.  Change is on the foot of slight, a turning tied, the writes I byte, spiders crawl to attach, for the Sphinx says get to stacked.  That temper on the carving mile, is the evidence of the stile, round in on the sphere, of scar, is the proof of death by dialed. Calling number, calling prime, calling area by the lined, in the annex of this light, know that tunnel its a spurned.  Raise your stead to study split, than the Christian is a trick, scar the markings by the book, good old King James wrote a soot.  Burning pages, removing smite adding in the stories slice, taking this and placing that, so to the basket handles spite.  In that Chapel of the set, as the Preacher ministers debt, the threat of said to Hell on best, is the placement of the head.  Do not cut the charge from shoulders, as each of you accounts are swelled, dead will come to taunt your dreams, in the life with eyes that seem.  Graze your walks to streets of done, in this know the switch is sprung.  Now that time is in the day of the eyes that stare back at say, it will be the clock at Hand in 11th of the lover`d.  No blind fold needed, no folded hands, no knees to scab, or, foreheads dragged, as your prayer is counted hour, in the Month of August how`er, know that break is still a dial, calling states as food is water.

Waist to chest in speaking Violet, is the color of the smite it, rinsing one to bleed the other, is the same and speaks the father.  Change these times to peace these marks, as the Scars will rise the 'Morrows.  Do not discount this charge, as the debt is all to Mars.  Stand on Venus should you please, but, the punish is the pleased, for in that matter Catholics too, killed the millions of the feud.

~ Mark this Hour, the clock of the minute, on, Time, in, Time, of, Time, and, finally, How, time. ~

The hour was early on the day of July 29th, 2012, I was woken from my slumber in the dead of night.  I rose out of my sleep to write this in complete and without interruption.  Although I have posted this free-write on by blog 'The Secret of the Universe is Choice' I did not allow you to read it in it's original written format as in this entirety of now.  Writing by my natural hand, in a paragraph form, I changed the lay-out of the two earlier published posts to allow the reader to enjoy the context with a more avid ability to read the candor of the said without bias.  Today I have written in a sentence structure that is of the exact cadence as the original write.  It is the detail of my life to put into this record on this my blog at the time of the minute hour when I am comfortable sharing how, when, why and where the following piece came to be written originally.  Due to the character of the impact that this had on me personally, it took me seven months to write this particular 'free-write' on my blog, and, at that, I published it as a Post that could be read by the passer-by whom peruses my writes without consistency to the attention that should be given to the message in, and, of itself.  In this welcome to the text of the grit introducing a done, It's a Battle for the Crown.

During the Regime of Satan, Lucifer shall be silenced by the horror of such a shock that God himself
shall fall dead. In this Celestial Battle the barrage of man into the spiritual will be met with the blood of innocence on the hands of no one person.  For in the Fall of God Himself, from the Heavens above, he shall have sacrificed nothing for these cries. The death shall have been not swift but sudden from the emotional sight of what Man has done.

The Battle Cries of the Once opposing side shall cease with such an amazing speed that there is no-wonder. As They loved Their Father. Not One Human Being will be privy to the Pain, to the Agony of the Dark Angels.  No Head will hang, not a prayer will have been said, only rejoicing will be heard on the assumption of what has now become absurd.

I quiet my own, to respect this tragedy. The Scene is surreal and the fear immortal, for Their Father, Our Father, the Lord God Almighty has been smited by the hand of man kinds Hatred, Doubt, Transgression & Sin.  As Darkness looks upon the Other, an entity on the Horizon is confirmation that what has happened is murderous and without question, treason against a celestial.

Joining 'The Brethren' of the divine, I stare with disbelief and sadness.  For few take heed or will consider Satan in this Template of War.  Watching, I testify to the truth of level and the magnificence of the lord that was.  Rise not to the occasion for as this has come to be, you neither felt or cared to know of it's Transparency. Another Confirmation to the deeds to come.  The Future is bleak, for I feel anger at this action will turn fear into rage and revenge from the darkest fare shall not be felt, but realized by the manifestation into the flesh; by all of what was and is no more the under-verse.

Joined by their Brothers, an invitation was sent and an order delivered to the heaven that was,

Join me or burn as an arch-angel of mercy in a spit-fire black dialect, immursed for repeated time in the Power of the light. Set in a Void....

(screams below, the skies fall)  


     Turn aside from the Coats of Defile and pick-up your internal and seductive mind, for our Father has been taken by the instant.  The sight of Man and the conditional tongue with which he speaks, reached his heart through a spiritual view, imploding his soul into an ashen remain.

We are alone.

Satan Speaks.

As I listen to his repose, I am filled with questions.  My Sight of such has brought no pleasure into my life, for home is no more.  Watching, this parade of the celestial as the mass chapels a response.

Greeting one another I am baffled by the comradery that has been recovered by......(All) The blackness encompasses each of Gods Warriors as they fall knot but in the flight of the run, join the fallen one.  Not changing sides but abandoning the skies for the feet of mortal Men.


A calculated response to an unwholesome action has left a godless nation for...Eternity?  No, All Time.

As I see a view of the untamed one, I search for any sign of the almighty himself.  There is nothing.  I continue deep into the night and in the early hours of Morn, imploring Nature itself to bid her due.

Where has He run?, I Scream

The communication is set forth  by Mother Natures concern for the Wild One.  I rest not.  The Search is over.  Remembrance ranks my mind with the temper of the most ancient pass; long it has been since the time of witness of such an unbearable thought end.  As the agony enhances my minds-eye, I have the complication of a Sage, for it is me which has been entrusted to bleed.  An archaic faucet opens to the turning of the tides in an effort to stop the impending flood of the darkest matter upon whom will bare such a baffling and cunning decree.

An "Order of Cause" is issued by a Universal Writ, to bring to justice the mind-blowing Beings as Murderers of rage.  I'm floored by the writ of the galactical stars.  In a moment of law I attempt to take flight to join whom I cannot find.  Grounded by the Forces of a Godless Earth I can feel the upsurge of Nature.  Preparing her own for a battle on dirt, I gasp, I am not hurt.

My mind rebels, as a Silent Scream escapes to no avail.  What creature shall live as the dark-ones prevail?  A moment of callous assumption of man.  The Declare of Understanding a Spiritual-Hand.
Has risen, not forced a demonic re-soul, "Why?" I plead, "Did You Knock God Out?"

Your lack of faith, and, constant rivalry with your fellow man kind destroyed that which you profess to stand.  Yet, in deeper thought, I retreat for reason.  KNOW! a higher power is a continual phrase.  I continue to listen, you speak with no delicacy.

"As we understood him."

You have underlined this in your text all over this World.

So, you...... Know of His death.

I'm blind with the sight of this.  My minds-eye is aghast, I search to quit these workings of mine.  I blink to know thyself not sight.  A treacherous and vicious turn-about.  I feel numb with the anticipatory reveal of your motives.  You wake a spelling voice of a Voodoo Shack, Lucifer is back.

How foolish of me to believe that there was a glimmer of anything like hope or faith.  For in my face
you question the meanings of such words.  Have You finally realized the loss?  Knowledge is not found, it is realized.  But, should Natural Knowledge there wit be gained, you shall perish in the evidence of your Shrinking Thought.  The Gift of Wonder shall be robbed from you, you shall die in mind not spirit for an everlasting & immortal death shall be held in an accord for this sin you have propagated against god himself.

Witchcraft is for the vain of Heart, and you enveloped your beings in it's magic,as satanic reproach.

Listening to the rehearsal of your fruitless manorisms towards other beings brings me to my knees so that I may recognize that which you have accomplished.

For in my prayer, I know no end to this Means of defilement that I have had to witness,
in my person.

Forth coming shall be the Curse of Man.  Make evident your store. Satan has his lore and I know his father is the dying lite on the horizon you hit.

The battle which you have waged will be the war of this Earth.  Walking upright and on two feet not four, shall serve as the tender for which darkness shall trade your lives upon.  The failure to appear shall be marked with the postage of voice, and the message written will become self-evident as blown.

Not even a burial for the old man, No Marker to represent His place, Just Gone, into thin matter of change again.  I'm repulsed.

Changing the Future for the Past reminds me to listen.  I can hear the drumming of the Underworld, to each beat, I can match the head to the echo.  What have you done?  Waking the enlightened one.

For the next in charge was thrown to earth, to serve a sentence of disobedience on Remand.  Or, maybe this was part of a grander plan.  Or, maybe, you just didn't think that with the King's death,
a prince would stand to take his rightful heir and crown in darkness, on Land!

A Sage's Reveal.                      

31 Flavors Baskin' Rob^Ins

Roll well my friend for this blog roles to the view of a scroll on the pages of slowings that produce,
in the needle of the eye at the sewn to the spy on a riddle for the fold in this I state its a poe,
for on the write of gift at night in the sun of Ra for the moment of Anu in An at the basic stewed,
soup the brew is stream for the note`able of truth is certain to curl a squirrel from Anut!!

Treat the write to black in say as I have witness Watch to the cave of sled at harness of the kite,
string to web the inter fed of cancer to the stars as a constellation belts the sky is in the Lars,
Pope over to that deem of said in dream of right on wrong, founder with the bones a throw to bankers,
in the snow of rooftops root in lightening of the Storms at cycles of the Ages in the presence,
at the lored of congress of the bohemian speaking Molochs Owl the hoot of heard just outside a shift,
shall the audience than bead to the 108, than back tot will the paper play with work on contemplate,
in this the dining room again with a table door, for underneath in looking the handle is a plate.

Service with the ladle spoon as Brains in the kaboom rate a burn to Alters on the place of 666 is shroom,
for as the Crow does fly to say that the vultures eat at shay of the Mirror of eye or tooth it is a Hare,
hop the bunny said to be the date upon the birthday clear a parking on the stay of read to repeated by the steer,
wheel sky to Grandpods mile on the English narrow, Bushwood Hall did complile Beer the steam,
in the Moat that I did clean the shove with the dig, is the bridge to know the green of lawn at a pond.

Walk with me dear Hugh of Means and worry for this Rite, as Johnny is the Guy of drive in this be extra Wise,
Men of listen d.g. at central the Tell is value purse,
for on the red to tails of the gowns that dance the loom.

Woven in the Singer stitch James Blunt does waltz the geese of Goose to chapel of the speech,
overseas To Overboard the names in Noun of predisposed that Act to Actress hose,
in tights on red to skirt of worn the shoes in sound of Click Clique shown I warn the worlds corn,
for the Wheat in the Rye is New York Cities harness`d Carts that Horses are the Park.

Drive with blinders should The Twins have fallen from construction,
but rather on the Iron shall the bombs be of the sand`ers,
in dynamite to Flights of sky the Areo plain in buffalo, ask The Indian indigenous Congress smokes a Bong.
bond not to the task at hand for the circles Coven, in Thirteen the number Ten at Seventeen of Song.

Bach the Bluejay answer Wood the pecker of the theme is at the basic in production sand is of a key,
grate to the pebble introduction Stone is scene,
under girth to belt of Earth the planets in the ream!!

Moon can speak a silent loud for Tokyo said whats a Cow ashen are the Boners crowd in cramping,
does the leg on riding of collection know Impulsion,
the Rocket shot the Engine fuel is of the Campfire ribbon.

The ole Oak Tree did teach a view that ankle of the Picture Scene to knowing garden cream,
spinach of my brother to the constant on the party in Exorcism Seance`d I see the repeats scheme!!

Draw an etching with the cave know Jerusalem had a play but whipping Savage French displayed,
on the full-run of the Video to the Eighty Number say on my porch the crack is not the concrete of to stray,
problem as the Math will shake Arithmetic to Treat the feet a Sesame on buns that keep a Bobby,
on Watch the Watchers seat to certain as the practice of the learner conversation bleed,
dripping like saliva Mom I saw the tax of over strong to work the charter back a long to dining room a gain.

For once an instant to the gone as stand back careful what is that song that taking one foot fact,
the floor of now the Three in store of the gates that enter door a dinner of the foodless shore a cleat.

Sharp these works with word of Sentence in this a riddle,
as the process`d of the Past has brought to full the Sentence,
the hurt to stab the dagger batch for Marge is swinging deadly scratch,
I see that in the phone of last is on the road of broader Thatch to scarab on a catch.

Be well dear friend whom arms the put the boilng of frogs, an, Maat have Ices in rebuke,
abbreviate the shaking sat as practical is Magic at the innocent read of that,
to the countries that doe deem death as Allah for the theme I simple this to China,
in Korea North or South four corners of the earth art that to the river bringing.

A time to fire in the short the hour of the early lot will language with this Pigeon,
as cockney is the spoken street of London Bridge in fella!!

A pony of the parade I saw in Petaluma as a tot this is the Pasture of the not for walking is a halter,
on the snap of leadline got the ride is in the barn, NOT, for all do familiar with Arena on dressage in reason,
wisdom with this warning slot a crotch to groin the Tattoo of the Tongan palace,
in the theses of the Haight it is the 60's of decade that daisy on the lath grenade and People pull the pinning.

Be war to battle of the field death is dead and summing,
that board of Ouija on the set is grabbing form of dice to roll the shape of sleeping.

In snore of sleep on wake of said this the sample speaking voice to microfilm of creased,
iron hot the poke of shot for Lot did teach the Ax of luke in the judas priesting,
such the text of written rest for the verse is in the church that Magazine of locked in found,
a bathroom spot to Petrini lunch at Ted I ask for napkin, a hamburger to fires fried the potatoe in the sly.

As scooby doo the Saturday to venture over Sunday, monday on the Tuesday name is the I land store,
a boat that shot to know the boot of the conformation of the well bred horse a Thoroughbred,
in the race the Steeplechase has bush to brush to jump the push as all are racing wire sliced,
in a pie of the cut a sharp to say Serenity, now watch the movie 'Divergent' for Metro is a burning.


The watch of simplicity as the vehicle of reality delivered the actions of the drive into a mind,
thought to a supposition on the coil of the hair that is taken to be used in the toiletry of bath,
a flush on the operation to the detail of the light is a candle deposition on the account of the room,
in discussion The Table the system of call is the direct of the solution drunk as to the sole in a burrow,
the fumble on division is the grid to graph as the bump of the sing think family on steam,
vapor of the crupe is a burning of the bureau practice on the letter is exclaim in disciple`d.

Witness a testify in the lives of The Toll bridge while the others are constructing of the Fall,
in And on that avenue 22nd of firth Incense is the flavor of the wic on a shirt.

Travel in my sleep, stitches sutures to the lip, in patience of Ancient write, just taste of the Pitch,
tone to a chord on the central of the ball can run in with the same as the hook of yester law raul,
to bring a lather on the sweatshirt in the wait is a melon for the fern on the porch of may,
transfer to the future from the past to the now as the independent stands to problem solve this brae,
a month to a specific date on a day spoken to the porch of the burnt death away.

Shall the hebrew of the Reuben have taught in done to case ask not the language spoken its slung,
from basic in the setting a dinner on the vice answer is the double of these tongues on Christmas twice.

Proof of the ceremony, to the darkness Curtains pulled, television playing the cycle of the scroll,
pages read to purpose the dream at the pole round the cantor vision with truer more to full,
as Witchcraft I have scene to the Practice on the stream form of a living to the tumbles on the hold,
ply of candor known as the deem is not a theme but should the people proper prime this as a scold,
than in the board of Warner Brothers games that point to speak, cadence of the candle is curling a sweep.

Lapped to drink in platter food on fork in cut the cranberry chocolate and a cigarette to butt,
gambled for the complexity of word in speaking Number, knowledge is the shapely to sketch.

In upon the topper James Blunt perks a Set that sword is for the dagger on the tribe of bred,
crowd this talk with a dream where I write Inana, names in troubled saying, so many to the let,
can no one person state such allow the many of the graeae, as the mirror reflects so does the sentence trace.

For allowance in discipline, a rump in the roast, cows on the oxen moat is horns that trumpet both,
flock of bird to car be heard in song on radio, theses trade to written worth the shot is all but host.

Trait now to the gossip ring in this I warn the frost as for my mother there has been a circle of strange said,
my mother in her own resolve working to be crew did not participate in debt of Witches on the course,
should these pre-bloom to umbrella a dance or opera stet, my mother sang and storage organ Heart is proof of get.

Municipal a youth in hug to bring the deck a construction, not for sweets its bitter beaks that peck,
petting like an animal the fur of recognized, that hose, that pump of dining room that circles neck demise,
laugh shall that enhance your state of listing deep demise but in this simple rumble of I growl the real dried.

Upper stiff to lower court the middle in between hears the phone on what is ministry by sane,
in tingle of the dreaming placed to actions on the dead, a heating calculation on the Hebrew of the kept.

Care well my friends that simple games to Ancient by demand for as knowing comes naturally,
so does the Seer in the blest of being sage to ring the fact that Genius Savants exist.

Natural born history expelled while people shift to shadow rooms at gates that hold,
in enter of the jeans of known to pocket of the wad in depth it is the eyes of stating simplicity of kit,.

Where be all the Men of tall in this worlds Keep,
a Dungeon of the lair for scrolls that role of get persist,
for should once the counter hold a naked in the alter pose,
that in the real of the known those ribbons are the gift to know that crowds do practice bit!!

Raft of rein directive strong a bridle on the saddled depth is growing to unseat,
but it this understanding I warn of grown persist,
Men of Candor, Men of Grit, Men of Cadence, Men of Mit,
gloves are being put so on that hitting has become to sit at the dinner in the kitchen of the darkest slit.

Cater strength for I have Watch to seen in doing for the sake of pass for I now text this stip.,
on the listen to the say I have not the worry but in that listen strung,
 be swerved to curve balls thrown so quick the sand in deposit mud,
step on a brick and know the thick as concrete is the bud.