was not ready to work

 

OK I have to because it was my job, I took out the trash I paid some bills.  This time I ran without you, it was kind of cold but I am not going into that nothing you could have bloody well done for me at that time and I might have seemed like a snort nose kid so lets just erase that and not even put it there I called what maybe severn times and who was not on the other end of the line you.   I just want to know why?  I love you dear and it just wont happen again that's right mister,  come here give me your phone there this Price of thing is at its highest,  I have meetings and that would not be appropriate and do I give a you know what you may go where are you going?  breaks kiss, kiss who loves you?  Hello kiss, kiss who loves you and that is how you treat the man and the Dog gets something at least to play with you took mine away the second night.  Later that evening . . . My keys none of them work I wander why you see you see that is why I do not like to give men too much of the you know what then they get strong and fight back got to keep them weak and then you can control OK ladies NO! ! ! this is not the way I have seen true love that last forever and there is spice mmmm that is spicy meat balls like the old times.

                     Now you know that I love to give you something that mellows you out and made me think love you always.
just something I put together after my friend told me.


Depressed

I know of a cold, dark, crooked, hallway,

That always yells out my name.

Each day I open up my eyes,

I see it once again.

It is like a dreaded mystery,

That somehow has got me insane.

This depression it covers me,

And fills my heart with pain.

 Behind the door I patiently wait,

  My ears I cover from shear fright.

I listen to its transient steps,

Each and every lonely night.   

 Why does it stay with me all day?

 Why doesn’t it just go away?

Is it something that I did?

Or something that I need to put away?

There is a smile upon my face, but inside I’m filled with fear,

So I walk around pretending that it isn’t there.

Each time I move my hands from my ears,

Its screams; makes me chill!

I can’t believe that I am the only one who hears and feels like this all day!

What is this thing all about?

I hope you know, please help me out!

Let me know what should be done

This thing just isn’t fun

So sitting here without one clue

I guess there is only one thing to do

To lay this burdens all aside

And towards Jehovah God make my stride

Written by G.t.W  o3-1o-o5 cc

More Than just Words: The Road is clear

More Than just Words: The Road is clear
I often look out as far to see what I can Identify but sometimes it is the same old thing, nothing wow I get nothing, no matter how high the pitch or how low the same sound keeps cominmg the echo of my own voice I wont stop because one day I will get back my very own children who I lost .

How can we do this and sleep well?

This is just, the simple truth!

Man is absentminded; he is carelessness, and his greed is felt by beast and man alike and can be seen all over; the affect that it has today is alarming.   It scars me I hope a tomorrow comes, but this just did not start yesterday, it started many years back.

This is a condor’s tale.  The Condor and others birds of its type have opened up and given grace to man and allowed to share the skies with man; but no one give man anything man takes whatsoever he desires.  He has made a mess of the world;  and the condor did not have a  voice, his has no opinion he is not heard in congress yet still a close relative holds his head high and sits on the flag which stood for something at one time;  Not now we have these flags in offices and Judges and captains of large military ships.         People say who is he again?  No one knows his he will never see or be in the office from which he held so proudly.  There are no songs being song about his; it brings tears to my eyes to see him now      He is but a whisper to those who made their promise to the people back home we will not let our state bird go quietly into the night, so I will tell you this true story. A friend of mine told me while I was sitting on a stool in the darkest part of a bar one night so now listen well because I dare not repeat myself.

The Flight of the Condor

It is now morning and just before the break of dawn; the majestic bird stretches his wings, at the top of his now, manmade nest on the top of a large high power pole.  His chest erected, as he looks out over the horizon for the last time.

      As memory serves, he flies long and high on the hot currents of air.  This is a creature that has evolved and understands that he must rise earlier to make his position clear! Because he now competes with his only adversary man, who has learned the art of his greatness, “The Flight”, even though his wings were shaped and fashioned by the Almighty God, Jehovah himself, for the act of flight of which he is king and the very reason for his existence.

      Now! As he soars above the world, he noticed the air he breathes is heavy with toxic odor and there is a mist that obscures his view and where it was effortless for him to glide, he feels sluggish and his world is dim.

     

        He speaks as he does from time to time, but with each sound he makes, he notices that it sounds like desperate cries for help.  Yet because of his nature he stays on course, fulfilling that which God has called him for and man expects and he gives no less.  And yes he forges in flight and makes his rounds high almost into outer space.  The creature holds true to his forefathers and brings them great joy.

      He looks down and see his prey, miles off in the distance, then without hesitation, he pulls his wings in close to his side and makes himself a missile, then plunges to earth.  Then unsuspecting morsel is transformed into the substance that gives him life.

      He then repositions himself but he struggles to regain flight.  Note! That the world he now knows is not at all the way the ancient stories told and passed on to him through the ancestry, in his genes.  He can no longer rely on his instinct, he has to learn by trial and error, he must forge new ways to survive or die, and he must now adapt! He must kill or be killed, he must try to live the way man has restructured his world.  He must now learn new ways that makes no sense to him and his kind.  He is on the verge of extinction and he knows it, for he has seen his brothers die.   But isn’t he king of his world? And if he cannot take flight and continue to soar then before too long they all will die and be no more.   He has signed a contract with God to live as he has always done, just like his fathers before him, but man and his greed is smothering him with technology and he does not fit in the civilized world.   Unfortunately he does not bargain nor does wage war, he exists in his world and no matter how much he fights we can all see how he dies, we do not have to be fortunetellers.  But we all play a part, and it all brings an end to the flight of the Condor.  

By GtW 11-12-o7

The road traveled

Notes for the road traveled

You are not without the greatness that your God has already bestowed opon you before your birth, He has looked into your future and and sort for your redemtion and sent the one who has also loved you before time; there is nothing that He has  forgotten He is God and if you trust Him, He will rise you above all challenges and you will be victorious in all things.
By GtW  1o-17-2o1o cc

Time traveler

I am but a traveler, traveling through time,

I must remain objective, I must watch the lines.

I must shake this world with every word that I write,

I must submit to Order or I will lose my steady stride.

There is no time for mistakes; this world does not forgive,

And has no time to be kind.

Don’t weep at what I have to bear;

Look behind you, there is you debate.

I am a time traveler I can deal with all that I have got;

Now here is some info, you are a time traveler too,

Or didn’t you know?

Now that you know,

I want to see how you play catch up?

            Before the time comes when you have to go;

HA, HA, HA, HA……… NOT FUNNY I KNOW!

By GtW 1o-19-2o1o

“The neighbor, the Friend” 

            The notion of being next to anyone today is a false fulfillment of what is considered as a community or parts there in.   Note! That we do not have eye contact anymore, we  would quickly pull out our I phone to tweeter our answers to something that displeases us and go right on walking even if while we were doing that we crossed the street and got nit by a bus.    What are we?  Can’t we see that we are putting in to our lives the very thing that will cause our destruction?

            Face it we need to have started open new relationships that we keep us thinking about life.              And looking into the past and the future and watch our growth;  it is from the interaction that makes the good, the bad and love, friendships that helps us to be people and to have the lives that means something.        It cannot all be work and no play for Jack we need the have places that settle in and have friends that we have known all of our life.   We don’t even have places that accommodate families up to the third generation

 Anymore!         Sad thing is that once the jobs are gone or there is a new mall death comes to the old area and we say that is life.     Well I do believe that we should say no and stand up we are life and we are friends and we can remember the times when and we should be saying I have known John or Mary for all our life.       We go into cities and stack ourselves on one another until depression settles in and that is the end of you.    Just something that I want to say!

BY Gtw Sat Dec 4