You swell some strain on me,
You, middle kingdom!
Eradicating small detachments,
Of both sailors and marines.

They were ranked on islets and reefs,
With an integer of nine –
There in the island next to me,
I’m sure, you know who Spratly is.

Always wanting such detachment
To be eradicated by your own;
Now stationed
On a World War II era landing ship.

Your toy-ships came near me,
With 9-kilometer of the LST.
“It’s there illegally,”
How adamant that be!

I’ve tipped you off already,
Surely will I stand firm!
Then, you’ve countered me on! –
Opting for the ******* of more skyscrapers;
Those that are on stilts;
Now nearby two Reefs & a Bank? –
Nearby my darling Palawan Island!

“There is no room at all,”
For the negotiation on some point,
You’ve declared.

Oh, here’s my friend, U.S.
Left us with course of action to try;
Everyone calm down,
Be less provocative.
For often, he flies over;
Probing some stuffs.

You are the biggest offender, my friend;
In this dispute, you show no sign of slowing;
Or backing, down.
But hey, I won’t give up!

(9/9/13)

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like skeletons- they march,
for the porcelain forest
reclaiming their art
one leaf at a time

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I have cancer, but that's not what I want to talk about.
Nor do I want to talk about the cold bouncing in
  from the sliding glass door of the lobby. (The lst
   floor lights give off deceptive warmth.)

I don't want to talk about hospitals, or illness for
that matter because, truthfully, its become a game
  of things I'd rather not discuss.
   If you have an imagination, you get it.

I don't want to talk about the thirty day hospital intervals,
or the way my heart turns seeing my mother watch her son
  soldier through. I can be brave and not feel like talking.
   Because why talk when I have you here, next to me, smiling.

in Honor of my father**

He was born in Isle La Monte
In nineteen twenty six
Son of a plot farmer
The soil to plant and mix

He was a good student
A good lad as a rule
In the winter he would trek
Twelve miles to go to school

An IQ test was given
I will not debate
My father came in second
For the record of the state!

He did achieve much excellence
I think you will agree
He paid his own way
To go to MIT

He served his country loyally
He was a navel man
Was ranked at RT-4
On a LST landing craft

He manned the radio towers
And handed up the shells
The Kamakazi dove to ****
In Okinawa's hell...

He is a faithful husband
And a father who's bar none
If my father'd been on the other side
I believe they would have won!

Now he's on the Dream Flight
To Washington DC
And I tell you that his daughter

Is as proud as proud can be!!!

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As we Americans celebrate Independence day
July 4th, It's worth noting that our for-fathers
believed God created humanity to be free.

The Declaration of Independence states that people
are "endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights that among those are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness"

Question?  What exactly is liberty? Liberty is freedom, but freedom from what or from who. In America we pride ourselves on being a free people, and compared to many other nations, we are truly free. We have freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom to bear arms and travel - the big four. Freedoms that very few nations have today or ever have had.

The quest for freedomH*llo Poetry
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[Read poem first]
As we Americans celebrate Independence day
July 4th, It's worth noting that our for-fathers
believed God created humanity to be free.

The Declaration of Independence states that people
are "endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights that among those are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness"

Question?  What exactly is liberty? Liberty is freedom, but freedom from what or from who. In America we pride ourselves on being a free people, and compared to many other nations, we are truly free. We have freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom to bear arms and travel - the big four. Freedoms that very few nations have today or ever have had.

The quest for freedom is a theme found throughout the Bible, from Gen. to Revelation. Just three chapters into the account of God's creation, humanity forfeited it's freedom by rebelling against the liberty God gave them, and from that time until today mankind has been enslaved both physical and, more importantly, spiritually ever since.

In old Test.  physical freedom was usually tied in with spiritual disobedience, of worshipping false gods. After a time crying and boo-hooing, God would deliver them from enslavement, usually from Egypt, some commenter suggested it for-shadowed the coming of Jesus to free mankind from the enslavement of sin
which is death. The "wages of sin is death", so Jesus received our wages and died in our place, that we might be free from the enslavement of sin, which besides everlasting burning in Hell, freed us from such emotional and mental enslavement of fear, anger, depression, anxiety, and any other such enslavement of which we are all subject.

But Brother Jerry, even though I am saved, I still have those things
you mentioned, anger, depression and so forth. If sin shall not have dominion over me, why do I have such problems?

I don't know; ask John he has the PHD. I have the same problem
and for me it's because of a lack of total submission to Christ and
His Word, especially His written Word .The important thing is to claim lst Jn.1:9






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My Friend, My Wife, My Love

May 2
Ezekiel, son of man


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Apr Hs Name Is JAXSON

Apr 7
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Mar 13
Pain

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Dec 2021
PETS

Dec 2021
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Dec 2021
It' Starting All Over Again

Dec 2021CONTENT

Dec 2021
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Nov 2021
THE SPIRIT OF THANKSGIVING

Nov 2021The Ministry of the Holy Spirit

Nov 2021The Biblical Truth of Speaking in Tongues

Oct 2021The Wonderful Grace of God

Oct 2021
Gen. 4:16 "And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord".

Oct 2021God Knows

Oct 2021The 83 yr. Old Fighter

Oct 2021Jesus Cast Out a Legion of Demons

Sep 2021Noah, God's man of the Hour

Sep 2021Golden Years?

Aug 2021It is appointed

Aug 2021
My Best Friend

Aug 2021I'm Greatly Honored

Aug 2021The Bumble B ee

Jul 2021
Johnathan, Friend of King David

Jul 2021Two Men of Great Faith

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— The End — is a theme found throughout the Bible, from Gen. to Revelation. Just three chapters into the account of God's creation, humanity forfeited it's freedom by rebelling against the liberty God gave them, and from that time until today mankind has been enslaved both physical and, more importantly, spiritually ever since.

In old Test.  physical freedom was usually tied in with spiritual disobedience, of worshipping false gods. After a time crying and boo-hooing, God would deliver them from enslavement, usually from Egypt, some commenter suggested it for-shadowed the coming of Jesus to free mankind from the enslavement of sin
which is death. The "wages of sin is death", so Jesus received our wages and died in our place, that we might be free from the enslavement of sin, which besides everlasting burning in Hell, freed us from such emotional and mental enslavement of fear, anger, depression, anxiety, and any other such enslavement of which we are all subject.

But Brother Jerry, even though I am saved, I still have those things
you mentioned, anger, depression and so forth. If sin shall not have dominion over me, why do I have such problems?

I don't know; ask John he has the PHD. I have the same problem
and for me it's because of a lack of total submission to Christ and
His Word, especially His written Word.

ALIENATION HUDDLES
AS THE GODS WERE CHOSEN
MANY COULDNT WAIT
THEY USED TOILET PAPER TO WIPE THERE FATE

TOXINA OF PRIDE BOTTLE UP INSIDE
SHIVERING SWELL
MONOLITHIC ACTION AGAINST THE DWELLER IN HELL

PRIDEFUL MAN AS THEY WILT LST BEAT
THERE COWARDLY LION EYES BURN UP INSIDE THE HEAT

PROPERTY TAX AND FLESH DRAW NERO
WATER WELLS FOR TRAFFIC BOXED BRAILLE FOR LEAD

HOSTAGE SITUATION THEY CANCELLED THERE COMPETION IN DEFEAT

CAUTION FOR THEE FOR DO NOT KNOW IF THIS EVERIEE

COSTED TAXEES DEEP GRIM GRM LEY

in an alternative universe I would have walked out of my hut and approached the police officers peering in and said: sorry, you can't park here, there's a McDonald's delivery truck on site that will be leaving soon and you're blocking access, can you please move the vehicle... which would have spared me the consternation... ooh: I love words that I use infrequently: and that would have been that... but then I wouldn't have the adrenaline to right a wrong and apologise to one person who deserved it (the delivery driver) and that mindless confrontation with a ****** in the form of an old woman shouting at me from the balcony: O **** me Romeo... I'm not climbing to such heights... in an alternative reality I wouldn't have been summoned to write these words... but I did spring into action and the delivery driver lost maybe 15min... that's fashionable for life to somehow become a salient drama of organisms with voices beyond the ruptures tectonic and dogs barking... clearly this woman has been observing me for some time... one slip of my bad judgement and I get scolded... **** me... and it's not even someone I know or care about... but shouldn't police officers know the "hygiene" of how to park a ******* vehicle so that it's not obstructive? Excuses excuses: but no... is there any sympathy for the devil so lowly cast that he has no army, no wealth to contest an argument? who is in the wrong here? who is in the wrong... in the end it was callous of me to presume the car would only be parked for a reprieve... but it's not like a ghost limb lost cause with only a minor delay... trains get delayed... that ******* glaring audacity of critique: why you no robo? why you not robot? erm... because my cognitive range is beyond shouting down on people from a balcony? maybe that?! I have a rich cognitive realm that doesn't descend into such trivialising and watching jeopardy on television? 15min late doesn't imply a ******* irreversible amputation of a limb... give me a ******* break! in an alternative universe: this poem doesn't exist.

a haggard old woman emerges
onto a balcony
brandishing a telephone call
like a pitchfork or a flaming torch:
why don't you respect the time
and the work ethos of immigrants!
I will be watching you,
filming you... do your job!
do your job!
you should have prevented
the police car from obstructing
the access road for the McDonald's
delivery truck... you are wasting
his time!
in her thick immigrant accent
and I'm thinking to myself...
then I coerce her and agree...
I did see the police car drive up
and park where they shouldn't have...
to female officers walk out...
they peer into my security cabin...
see me... ergo: if there's someone
organic in there, surely this access
road must be live... split second mistake
as I was still deep in Military Time
planning my route home,
given it's a Sunday and there is
reduced service on everything
from buses to trains:

1st northern line train out
of Elephant & Castle departs
at 0721
****... that would mean 21minutes
wasted...
1st trains from LST (Liverpool St)
to RMF (Romford)
plat 9 0723 : 0739
plat 11 0733 : 0800
plat 11 0748 : 0815
plat 6 0753 : 0808

Bus stop V at RMF
499: 0743, 0813, 0843
103: 0808, 0838
175: 0803, 0833...

****...
Bus stop D near E & C
35: 0700, 0713 to London Bridge
journey time <15min...
then Jubilee line to Stratford...
17min from London Bridge
if all goes to plan I should catch
the 0748 train...

it could hardly be a noise complaint
and shouldn't the police officers
know better?
I didn't react in time
but I also thought they might
be there for a short while
given their choice of a parking
spot...
but that woman complaining
that a man wasn't doing his job
is... well just that... loud mouth
not enough grit to grind teeth
and manage stoically...
she just wanted someone to shout
at from the balcony...
and while the engine was grinding
a Bach ***** into the ground
and ambient sound
again the audacity: don't pretend
you can't hear me!

Split second decision...
but the police officers saw me
and I saw them...
but being women regardless
of uniform: deer in headlights...
could have waved a friendly
hello and asked...
mea culpa I know I should have
just ******* ran out and spared
myself the headache:
but you hardly think that police
officers could be guilty of bad
parking ethics...
sure... in a traffic accident where
they have to block off the road...
but so brazenly casual in no state
of emergency?
why didn't the police officers get
the brunt of the old woman's anger?
why? because they were women, no?
how else to simplify it
that in my mind I tried to intuitively
allow for the parking to take place...
am I a traffic warden too?
can police vehicles be warded off
from bad parking?
I thought that being in the police
while in uniform gave you some
******* immunity?
and didn't I just play out a:
benefit of the doubt scenario
in my head whereby I thought they
might only park for 15min?

they saw some alive manning
the access road...
so I sprung into action
first via the access gate to the rear
of the police station... called twice...
gave the reg plate...
upon 2nd time was given
suggestion to go to the front gate...
ran round and the clerk
already dealing with one matter
saw horror in my eyes
radioed through, although
we shared a similar frustration
at the somewhat pointless radio traffic...
within minutes: I ran back
apologising to the delivery driver...
same driver who upon entry
also apologised when I said to him:
I'm going to the toilet...
why are you telling me this?
How long are you going to be?
An hour...
went to the toilet walked back
to my hut and so he approached
with a sorry misunderstanding:
well yeah, I don't work for McDonald's
either...

that ******* haggard old woman...
shouting and giving me paranoia
that I now have thinking
she's sitting there all alone in
a pretty plush residential building
where crazy rich Asians come and
go, deliveroo at 2am, prostitutes etc
while I'm just wanting to finish
the Decalogue (short films about: xyz)...
but if police officers don't know
how to park their ******* vehicles...
that just gives me all the more
impetus to finish my driving
license theory in half the planned time
**** of to Poland for two weeks...
get the actual license...
then ******* to Hawaii and never
look back at this place...
this urban cesspit...