Arthur Lee was with me in Vietnam,
Forever Changes is the sound track behind the
******* and Radioman
and the old survivor grandpa guy who wont keep a gun in the house,
but knows where to get one,
if it ever comes to that,
again...
tri-alogues
never can say, they say, I don't know, I 'd say if I am as I think
I am able to say hey

Yahweh, could we know this the song Arthur Lee was
singing into a a can can we say
canwe wish we were there and not need

the pain. Cannon to the west of us, big one five fives,

rattle my walls, and I see the chameleons go green to blue

I was there, it was not scary... I survived,
got a dispensation

for being good for nothing.
I could not even give my life, without it coming back,

to help you stop imaging-projecting life could lose, if you ***** up.

Don't lie. Do that one, until it is habit, you have,
be having you as true known to you as true.
not imagined

no believed lie allows a shadow of turning on the moon...
nonsense, or not

accuse me of knowing satan is not a sentient being empowered
to punish me for thinks.
accuse me of being sure i know that.

I am the knower of truth as defined by

whose authority... mine. To thine own self, be true, I judge me,
you judge you, we each judge every message,

each signal, all the signs we give meaning to, as we learn,
everybody knows,

these are those days when everything changed
and we
overlooked our duty to prevent it.

We were sorta thinking peace is a makers thing, it can be made.

So I made some, and I still had some from yesterday,
so, if your world is fractured, you can stick some in the holes so

when wicked peace is out of the question, peace,
just peace,
not servitude, just peace, is possible,

on earth, 2020. There are these ideas, Eumenides... those
are on stage...

they know how revenge works. Mortals have no clue.
As all the literature testifies.

Allow yourself to become a charcter.

It's about GROWTH.
It's about what type of fruit
inevitability grows.
But you don't get to pick and choose,
you don't get to specialise -
You can't specify your choice of variety,
no, it's a job-lot, in its entirety.
But don't get stressed,
it's not about yield or performance,
it's not a contest.
It's about the kind of person you express,
the flavour of person folk taste
when you're most hard pressed.
It's about the fruit of God's Spirit,
the overflowing character of Jesus.
But don't fret,
don't boast -
it's about
GROWTH.

lust
& love,
I'm apart of

Fruit goes off.
It gets mushy and smelly,
losing its colour and beauty - losing its taste,
eventually drying out,
losing all resemblance of what it once was,
only good for waste.

But fruit nurtured by a master grower,
a seasoned gardener,
fruit watched and watered til ripe and at its peak,
this fruit is harvested, fermented,
blended til building to a fuller physique,
brought to full maturity til ready for the table
and the banquet where no one's poor
and no-one is able to maintain a semblance of meek.

- where the gardener and the wine maker,
sit at the top seats smiling their blessing.
And the table branches out
giving room enough for the whole family gathering.

And the feast to end all feasts begins.