Men of power, in this hour! Set their faces truly dour! Against the power that is ours! To make it theirs again! But they have no more power! For the hour! Four Manifested the hour! With awaiting cowards!

I am awakened feeling like my head had just been smashed by a steel column. I reached up to feel my face as these slits for eyes strained against this darkness. It was then I realized I was shackled and

The Ancient’s Heart expands for all To rise, above the hued one’s fall. Enveloped, beyond the finite grasp, to hide us from the tempest wrath. To pay the lot the law now states, by all accounts did seal

Science tells us the frog has a focused range of sight. Though it is extremely limited, but very detailed is in its over-all range of vision. It only focuses on one thing at time. Thereby it is extremely

I’ve seen beyond the corporeal divide, into the stream in which we stride. And that we are its eternal flow, the very source of love in which we grow. Enveloped in light and engulfed within, His Face from

Everyone’s out to make their millions, but no one is out to seek the heart of God for themselves. Everyone relies one someone else to lead him or her by the nose into the Promised Land. Who has their eye

A man, meekly known, with no hours, to call his own. His countenance surely shown! A kindly stone. An Atoned Stone! Shining forth in brilliance Owned! Bringing Forth! The Builder’s Own! By Fire, Comes

AREE – the Lion East I am eternal, king of the tribe Judah, of heavenly origin; I am many names and faces; I am Aree, Shore, Adom, and Na’sher. I am four, and we four are ‘One’. I am super-dimensional;

It is impossible for a natural being to grasp even the most elementary of the super-natural laws, because there are no constructs of understanding to which it can relate. Extreme pressures applied to the

Throughout the expanse of the Super-verse, there are notable inconsistencies in the observances of known procedural measurements of time, and distance, as the boundaries between galaxies increase in their

O’ weep of night, and woeful cries, a tearful heart of which relies, upon the soul to bring the lie, of peace into a broken sky. O’ to sing among the trees of light, beyond this place woeful night, to

I am awaken I am asleep. I am black I am light I am complete I am unraveled I am dumb I am genius I am everything I am hollow I am fearless, and scared I am grown I am unborn. I am humble I am arrogant

Enveloped deep within the crevasse of a cold and dark mountain cave, stumbles a very weary worn, and tattered eaglet, struggling to find a safe place for which to molt. The helpless, immature and undeveloped

“The Cup of Thee, “O’ Smitten God” “On high does mine spirit draw nigh” Or’ so to grasp all thine immortal sky Aloft into all hearts, do I reside Away do all things, I abide With weft of soul, so Within

I dedicate these words to my loving Wife, and family: I pray, to the Father for all of those who read these words, and that they understand the purpose for their lives, As they find themselves, and their

It is a firm belief, of mine that we are in the last of days of the arena of man and his control over society. And how we as Americans have been fully engulfed and indoctrinated by the philosophical western

A great shaking is upon us ‘the Trump of God’ – Is on going within the singing together of stars sons of morning this new song, all the sons of God shout for joy sounding! And the hand of God is resonating,

I sat alone, the raging world just outside the door cut off, as I struggled, groaning and straining to hear His beautiful voice with all my heart, mind and failing strength, ‘in the mist of the raging

I’ve seen beyond the corporeal divide, into the stream in which we stride. And that we are its eternal flow, the very source of love in which we grow. Enveloped in light and engulfed within, ‘His Face’