My heart aches & a burden lingers
Soul of me, to what gallops your cry
To my depths have I not searched?
Of each apex unknown?
Repetition, repetition, all consuming thoughts

Ah, perhaps not my mind must I venture
Keys of felicity in the helping hand
When hungry I eat; thirsty I'll drink
All peoples rich & poor; the previous is owed
Repetition, repetition, all consuming thoughts

But how then could you die;
if not yet lived!

Do this, do that, once consumed my mind.
Be anxious for nothing, to this I was blind.

Once said
Birds of a feather flock together
Same goes for pigs and swine
I say
People together; all shape & size
Love n dance & commune with wine.

A grand moment when TacoBell opened in 1962
Great multitude of folks spent all day in the loo.

Genesis 4:6-7

Verse 6.  Then the Lord said to Cain, “Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast?”

Sin, our own sin, causes us to produce the fruits of the flesh; anger is one of many and it leads to destruction. God is asking Cain a question to which he already knows the answer to. Our loving and gracious Father desires for us to be free. To do this we must be honest, let go and speak freely to God and open up. Give your passed sin and wickedness to Jesus; He’s far more suitable to carry such a burden. Regret truly can weigh heavily on ones heart. I may not understand the regret of ****** but I can understand hate and the regret that forms out of it. In 1 John 3:15 it says, “Anyone who hates a brother or sister is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life residing in him.” So to those who are, God asks, “why are you angry?” “Why is your face downcast?.”

Verse 7. “If you do what is right, will you not be accepted?”

A Holy God must always separate good and evil. When you turn from God and forget the love He has and the sacrifice Jesus made for all of us; God must pull back. But even in that He is there, although you will soon find yourself in the darkest place you've ever known. God is there, waiting with open arms for you to return. “Do what is right.” What is right, what is good and holy in the eyes of our Lord? James 1:27(NIV) says,  “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” Where are the broken? Who will go to those who have nothing?

Verse 7. “But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door”

Like Peter, once you take your focus off of Jesus, you begin to sink. Put your full trust in our Savior. Let go, be free, and allow the Spirit of God to lead you, to guid you; only through Him and with Him will you accomplish wonders. Until our Father allows Jesus to return we are to fight the good fight of faith. Be strong, be unyielding; Fierce as a lion and gentle like a lamb. Sin will always wait, at times it seems to be far more patient then Gods people. Give in to sin and it will choke you out. Like a ravenous dog, sin is ready to thrash and rip apart anything in sight. and it’s been doing just that since the fall of Lucifer.

Verse 7.  “It desires to have you, but you must rule over it.”

In Gods own mercy he decides to give Cain advise. Yahweh speaks gently to Cain with words of wisdom; warning him of what sin has in store. “It desires to have you.” Sin wants control and complete control over you; “give it a foot and it will take a mile.” Thankfully, we have hope, even more so now since we have the Spirit of God living and dwelling within us, something Cain couldn't fathom at that time. God say’s “you must rule over it.” Rule over our sin? How much more can we, having God living in us and empowering us, do just that; we can rule over our sin.

A world of people who stand aloof
Gesture to dine yet lack the proof.

Nine in mind when thinking of intuitive

Intelligence honed, ‘swhen finger pressed pen
Narrowed of folks, lest one grasps thee ant
*** for tat induced, Anatol did conceive
Unsolder misfortune; twas this you lost heart?
Iambics in poets, well known from the Greeks
Treaties raised high, nations rise higher
Introvert dig deep, tis best; never lose sight of ones antipode
Versatile ‘twill  mold you, to truth will it lead
Eyes fixed on all creatures, tis they that know best

In literature I go
Still I search for you
Firm grasp of the pen
Still I search for you
To the canvas & brush
Still I search for you
Until my passion is met
I will always search for you

For the sake of your loved;
You must let go

Common *** for common man
Leave passion for the poet

Sticks and stones my break my bones
but words may never leave me.

Heart like wax thrown into a furnace, Bones as a tree in the loggers hand. So goes the peoples who’ve lost those they loved.

Kick a dead horse?
Theres a pony in the stable.

Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost.

Two struck down by bullet, gas, and flame; the ghetto stage one.
Six million perished before the world ended this crooked crime
Remanent of those lost rose like the cedar in Lebanon, Ezekiel knew best
Twas God who gave men courage; they fought such tyranny, such hate
Twelve mourned for a season while two given back old land
North and south, east, west flock to come home, a great exodus at hand
Two now settled, secure where they stay; diligently searching for those...

Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost.

Oh tree to my right how you mirror the left
Tree on the left, with great vigor you grow
When waters run dry, your roots search below
To the ends of all branches; lush fruits like Eden
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right what phantom did come
Yielding fruit no more; nor vivid leaves to sway
All branches have ceased, no more but a stump
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my left so valiant, so true
A whip of your branch & firm grip of the wind
To the right, one seed you give; let life grow anew
Solitude tis as fire bound for a tree, a simple truth to all
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right; look, now you're grown
As was, now are; from the tree to the left came your rebirth
Teeming with life & beauty displayed
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind

Solem vow to which I owe
Lost to all unless all is given
Fearful mute is all I am
Coward among the blind
Whimpering lion hides in is den
The passer-by, nose up, grins

On the Rock to whom I'm grounded
I sit among the thorns
The unscathed one they'll call me
Omega is calling and thunder is near
Last note to you I must plead
Loose the grip and dine with adoration

Drink of the water from the rock struck once. Eat from the manna that falls from heaven and is a gift from God. Clamour not for the ravens that also fall and make you sick and put not your tongue to the vat of strong wine, old and festering with poison. Many men seek the wisdom of experience; probability and culmination and death. In the vast sea of the world, there flows a secret river that flows from the throne of God and pours into the secret chambers of the hearts of meek and humble men. There, wisdom is found and the tree of life springs forth its seed. There is a famine of the mind and of the soul and of the flesh. Its sores, the fruit of tribulation and its **** the wrath of God. Would you not cut or burn it out? My people live in a glorious city set on a hill and want not. They dwell with me and I with them. Harken unto me the words of the book written in your inward parts and I will inscribe a new sound on your lips, a song that never ends, a sun that never sets, a flesh that never corrupts, a love that never fails, a truth that never kills, a life that never sees death. Give Glory to God the Alpha and Give Honour to His Son the Omega and Rest in His Holy Spirit who Reigns: Beginning to End, Age to Age, Universe to Multiverse, Forever and Ever to Everlasting Everlasting. Man.

                                                                                                     - Joshua Morrow

“I have not been drinking wine or beer; I was pouring out my soul to the Lord.”

To be intoxicated by strong drink (within the moment) what a pleasure and delight it is; to let go, give up, and pour out your soul to our holy and loving Father, what can compare? Jesus reminds us that His burden is easy and His yoke is light, when you confess the bitterness in your heart, or the other evils that are sure to lurk, the heaviness of this world begin to lift off your shoulders, you are free.

Hannah, like us, must have been stubborn. For years she would go to the house of the Lord and weep. Year after year Hannah would give most of what she had to God but not all. It was only when she could take it no more, that she finally gave all to God, as the widow did for Elijah. The one thing she wanted, was the one thing she didn't have, and was the last thing God wanted from her.