Being shown the halted frenzy of stamps of copper coils,
the broken and inter-belated, witch-crafting and unharnessed,
durable hatred of a man other than my own self, from hither clear on, 

and mostly past, tither for a provocative dime

stolen from God and all crime.
Past option, being broken to crushed screeching defeat, defines, as force beyond,

considerable relent, vented to me, a full thirty years before any option was to be offered from the very tongues of disguise, re-ordinance.

All feature past prime, except a land down under,

promised as a courted and defined nothing, short of determined hostility,

course in prescribed absence of consent.

He told me, with passport in hand,

be everything you want, right now, and 'hand the keys to me'.

Hissing women of dusk 'til dawn, crawled and mentioned,

with instantly exhaustive assault, without ever an attempt, interest,

or pliability, and one woman told me to know wherever I went,

from an historical perspective my curtains were to remain closed.

The deficit of reason was excellent for your deaf roar and Christening of luxury.

I declare you smitten with smarts and curtail your wanting to know more that you have already known.  Why rise with such rank, cutting off your cross?

Danced the splintered glass, she bounced and pronounced each crashing plate.

Now for me, I have nothing, she pined.

With silly grins for explicit sincerity, announced so frequent, she would not end until everybody hates you as much as I do.  Assailed life long by the city girl, cheerie as the day is long, the vice of her promise, over the air wave, the box of glass, promised she would when her hair was fully grayed.  The announcer of deceit did forecast a rose red sky.  Shh, if the twenty gone, heralds wind, Shush, and shush again.  I have written each and every one.  I will. I intend to. She Other, not She First, not She Second and not She Third.  Her long, marvelous tresses, dreaded; time spent waiting for something to happen that just would if you could, was graying, and with nothing but time on her hand, Maya knew flying fast meant taking it first, having her head shaved, bald.  Her humiliation was not yet complete.  Needing consoled she requested we screw; frank and sloppy.  Nothing could have been further from the truth.  Her breasts were wonderful and large.  I loved their presence.  The lemon verbena was happiness when she opened the envelope.  My mothers age, the warmth of my gratitude fell farther than before, but a later session was precluded for quick seconds.  When you cannot stand, where do you fall.

My broken hide, the city girl confessed feeling this her best redeemer.  I would not have had to, had she not carried the situation on for decades.  Let it go says the sayer.  In 1982 she was screamed at her.  In 1990 she confronted.  In 1998 she spoke for months proving she was in 1999 and beyond.  2016.  2002 wants a bite. 2006 she lies repeatedly in public.  2007, 2008, 2009, dines on children.  Announces from six to thirteen, his broken hide could not possibly.  Same time same station.  2013.  Give him some friendly sticks.  We promise it is fine.  We all know you will make it.  From within her own purse, cocaine and cannabis.  However, the knuckle head loves a challenge.  It does not matter. Quiet, Shh.
I was told when I was four.  Instead of education and direction, the "away from the rat race" rat ran on the hamster wheel.  If you cannot figure out what happened in all that time then don't say anything.  I was shown for months.  You showed me video.  You threatened me.  You handed over things to people who never handed things over to me.  You showed me that no one would ever give the gifts you gave to give me and then ordered me to not only meet them but because of the descriptions of two years, six, then nine, thirteen and then fine sand could not describe my prefect feelings in numerical notation.  Do not rise.  Do not shine.  You were fine.  We saw.  We also told you we were going to edit all video in 2006.  That is what makes it fine.  Because we say so.  Time from mountain to dust.  You were explicit.  You threatened to kill me so many times telling me I could not.  Not even stay.  Not even run.  Not even close my eyes.  Not even sigh.  Not even question.  I was tossed because the linear voice had seen several years of my future, unknowing and unbelieving left me sitting because she thought I was going to be able to give her my luggage.  Yet owned, yet possessed.  A gift received from the idea that it had already happened.

Conversations with God he said was only information

 Earth is but a grain of sand stuck in my nail bed and yet it's oceans marvel. Giraffes were in fact accidents. While my attention was elsewhere, they slipped through a low latitude vortex. There could not have been more than a dozen but sometimes intelligence outweighs numbers, and so they endure. While on vacation extended to a more godly height I was blessed to see a creature every bit the size of the earth juxtaposed to the size of man with oceans of blood in every heartbeat-a bit like brontosaurus but with shorter tails. Sitting twice on the papal throne I explained to them reincarnation were a fact, yet to this day it's validity is not mumbled even when excessive wine is imbibed at any cathedral.

How to imagine a mountain range on a planet, every bit as majestic as the Rockie Mountains, with a planetary circumference larger than this entire solar system, from Mercury to Uranus and Pluto. Gravitationally no earthling could stand, the pull of the planet would cream their bones; they would not be a bump.

As a point of function and education, God and his kind decide to be smaller. Earth could by measure be the size of an inflatable beach ball, not a grain of sand. His sister would wiggle his braids to get his attention.

He shared one time that evolution certainly does happen. It takes time but can also proliferate in just a couple generations. He said his people evolved. Their progenitor was a creature he described as akin to a large eared rat with lynx like hair tufts from it's ears.

People have always been here. From day one to the present. Hundreds of generations have existed not wondering of yesterday but only tomorrow. Life was observed and interceded. If advancements were recognized, a gift of technology was given. The story of a great end would be gifted and in time a great end would be had. Days would be spent clearing fence and towers so no suggestion would there be of a before. Many hours were spent clearing the affects of man; it's vehicles and roads, it's factories and plants. Most civilizations had no waste. A manufacturer may have produced a confection of caramel nuts and chocolate but you went to the confectioners and bought what you wanted for the week which would be wrapped in wax paper. The bars arrived separated from one another with a paper product like cardboard and wax paper. Trash in fact has been illegal in most societies.  If you wanted something you went to the market and stood in line at a counter instead of wandering aisles. For durable goods you had it made by a craftsman or smith. And most commonly, there were no infants, no children, no teenager. Adults were delivered at the edge of town, fully grown. They were grown by demons and for no reason other than that was what they were for. Evil was not induced nor integral. Women and men were kept separate. Romances like those told by William Shakespeare were not had nor were they made up for a society to believe in by people of the future placing concepts in the minds of gentlefolk because of their belief in history needing to lead to one outcome, them. The egotistical notion that you must one day exist, so your life could be lived was not considered. In fact if someone felt their life was too much to bear a simple chant was said and a timeline would splinter off and life from a determined point would be relived with prayed for stipulations, predominantly that certain events not occur. Life was not to be a burden and was intended to be more than tolerated. Two to three thousand years more of human civilization is possible but for the right god to help us we need to show him we're ready to receive his help by taking down our nuclear power plants. He can then clear the earth of the global contamination of nuclear radiation. There is also a trinary planetary system between Mars and Jupiter which could help us but they require the same thing. They were gifted this technology by the god of gods because millions of years ago they were scientific and were studying nuclear sciences and realized it was potentially too dangerous to learn anymore about.

We have small turbines efficient enough to supply sufficient energy by routing small rivulets and directing them to have sufficient lateral drop and funneling to jet the water to spin the cup sized turbines to supply sufficient electric power to all populations.

God of Christianity said to me he was heartbroken after cleaning up an earth which was ravaged by nuclear war when they had no such technology. He said to me he repaired the earth 150,000 times. He then turned his back on the earth. When he checked again there were populations of large dinosaurs. He was punished by his God for allowing so much evolution to happen. 

He told me he is no longer omnipotent. This was a punishment. He does not have the ability to hear prayers anymore, but that his son Jesus does. Jesus added, to hear prayers the prayer must be ended with, "...in Jesus' name, amen". Jesus said to me, he asked his God and was taught how to hear prayers. He said learning to hear prayers was a difficult thing to learn to do.