Welcome to the hunt

Welcome tothe hunt

Welcome tothe dance

To thethrill o f the chase

The wildcircumstance

The swiftlong waiting

Thebaiting of the trap

Thefootfalls of your prey

Retreatingelusive tracks

Welcome tothe sport

Welcome tothe game

Where theend is serious

And theheart is never tame

Welcome tothe jungle

Welcome tothe farce

 Enter into the chessboard

Time toplay your part

Crooked house

In Crookedhouse you see that twist

Love that iscrooked- vile and stale

Ruthlesseyes lurk- this side of the veil

AgathaChristi- wrote with great flare

Of the humanconditions

 And hearts that were bare

Souringslowly- souls turned to hate

Poisoning timeand the genius awaits

Sometimesthe warnings are a mere glance

The words ofa child- may illuminate plans

Crookedhouse

Good reminder today on how there are never any cuts in Washington today. Baseline budgeting .  Where if you just frose spending it screanms there are draconian cuts. These according to their figures would be  much more than the greatest current proposels.

The power of reading

Some fear the tv

How it infiltrates minds

How it causes inception

And makes the soul blind

But  almost as lethal

And more intricate woven

The written words

Which are carefully spoken

The Fantasy of Potter

The Istari of middle earth

Pictures to fanatics

Before Hollywood works

Feel the passion of Denethor

Maybe be left Behind

Walk into Narnia

In  the Recess of your mind

Then feel the flame

Of the Declaration

Read the faith of Fathers

Who founded this nation

From the Magna Carta

To the Theses 95

Or words of the Christ

Yes they are alive

Shadow of choices

I sit and I ponder

I stare into mists

Sorrow and happiness

Regret and bliss

The clouds of remembrance

With joy and with shame

I see Jesus footsteps

And I stand in the rain

I look to the future

But see only the fog

I listen intently

For pursuit of the dog

The swamp’s bog bubbles

The vapors they rise

Yet a path must be taken

To the other side

Vessels

There sat 2 vessels

Two jars of clay

One holds  a torch

One a luminous snake

One sits on earth

One a pillar of stone

One sits in a cave

A pyre of dry bones

There are two vessels

Both are possessed

One is conditioned

The other oppressed

One plain with water

Thus sealed yet clean

One’s art hypnotizes

Adder’s night dreams

Last weekend was what the media termed carmageddon and it was nothing. In addition to what I heard afterwards, I personally know at least one individual who went around and faced very little traffi.c- but then again this sense of proportion is normal for the news.

I just wish elected Republicans would not only know this truth but act on it. That is refuse to raise the debt ceiling. There is absolutely no reason we should default and they have no need for desperation to pass something.

This sense of reality is often hard to maintain in our day to day which is why the peace of the Lord is so important. What we do every day matters a lot but it is nothing compared to eternity.

Addictions

Stronger with consumption

More powerful with time

More real than any poison

But are simply in the mind

Eternal vigilance must be

To keep these sharks at bay

For the moment of reentry

Is when sealed is ones fate

By them generations fall

Yet this foe is tied

It is only as strong as you

Because you are on its side

Under the branches of Eden’s domain

Outof the branches

Beneaththe trees shade

Therelies a sleeper

Whois fully awake

Yeshe is dreaming

Buthis soul is alive

Itis touching the dangerous

Malevolentand divine

Someseek by drugs

Toreach this great plain

Thedimension of Adam

AndEden’s domain

Butsince we are fallen

Ourdreams are but shade

Beneaththe trees branches

Troubledand pained

Becauseof our nature

Wecan’t long endure

Thisplace of the soul

WherePredators lurk

Somehere are warned

Whattheir eyes can not see

Othersare summoned

 Chained and deceived

Butmost merely touch

Whatis truly awake

Thesoul and the flesh

Theoriginal state

Wicked exposed

Myacquaintance he told me

That some is superstition

Some relies on science

And some powers of perdition

This  force of nature

Filled withomens signs

This ancientof religions

Naturalhealing of the mind

It comeswith many upticks

But robsyour very soul

Making preyto superstitions

Andeventually controls