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Jan 2012
The Image Left in the Gutter
This will be a hard read but only if you pay attention to what it says in a dream I found myself in a
Perilous situation on a dark city street I found myself looking down the gun barrel I have looked
Down a lot of them sighting animals while hunting its a lot different when you’re the prey but with a lot
Of fear and trepidation I just spoke a name and when I did this dangerous person just melted away
But his image a cruel large face long straggly black curly hair and burly body and the arm with the gun was
Quiet visible gleaming up from the wet cement street just a face with crazy eyes a Charlie Manson type it was as if it were painted there
I know you don’t recognize him now but you will it will become clearer because I did you could say an
Exaggeration not much of one we all know we Have a dangerous enemy and we all have heard our worst
Enemy looks back at us from the mirror I had such an enemy he knew as much as I did but with a twist
He used my weakness to his great advantage I have gone to church for a long time but I never deluded
Myself into thinking I would make heaven but like the image that criminal outlaw that ruled my life was
Rendered just a frozen image through my writing it became evident that Christ really had overthrown
The enemy outwardly that had my soul bound by evil at a dark point when all was truly lost truth
Couldn’t be denied but into that shame and disgust he stepped into my life and took every bit of evil
Out and filled it with Himself I finally knew what the word meant if you know him you can’t sin my
Writing was the first indication a particular distasteful thing happened well actually a friend died it elicited many
Feelings anger being the most prevalent I set down to write and I was fired up as they say well it didn’t
Go as I intended the most beautiful words started to flow and the end results people that were hurting
Were blessed and comforted now a new development not to say I’m a coward but yellow brick road
Does spring to mind the problem I have been border line diabetic for a few years but over the holidays
Swollen feet and legs then I guess they call them lesions I call them big bee stings and then like someone
Drilling holes in your legs a little more than irritating your entire mind only thinks about that its hard to
Concentrate on your writing then the unknown double amputee well my feet have been numb I call
Them dead for the last five years but it’s funny how I have a new fondness for how they work now that
They Are threatened and the saying lean on God is just empty words until now as anyone else over the
Years I have had to lean and never has he failed there was a time I was in jeopardy not so much ******
But I was young and this man was just was released from a fifteen year stretch for bank robbery as I talked I
guess he didn’t like my religious ideas he started to give it to me good but a funny thing happened all of
a sudden I felt my backbone have a feeling of turning to hardened steel I looked him in the eye and said
what you might not get but he got it because he just did the numbers for fifteen years I just asked him
where he was going to be in a hundred years he was all ready sixty plus the grin died on his face and we
had a couple of hours of serious talk about God that just before was so offensive I lost contact when I
moved to California I heard about his death I don’t know what he did about his soul but I know he
already faced it that night when God showed me I can handle anything or anyone with Him by my side
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Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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