God – BIRTH OF A SEED™

Promises Are Made for Keeping

God grant me the strength to fight through argument those who terrorize me and others, no matter who they be. God grant me discipline in my everyday life, so that every day I may accomplish a new task that requires that discipline.

Somebody Lose Their Dentures On Mars?

another opinion on life on mars – in the remains of a lake That lake is supposed to be called LAKE SHARON. I found it first. My God painted it with my hand. I proved the water first – by driftwood.

My Words Are Stronger Than Your Punishment

My words are stronger than your punishment. Even if you succeed in a rapid or slow death of me by torture, I know with a full boat of confidence that your kind will not survive and mine will. Your Lord Is your Shepherd leading you to Slaughter.

Yes. Perverse Universe. Evolution

Yes. Perverse Universe. Evolution The only reason why scientists keep saying Africa needs to stay behind is to prove some basement-bred theology of theirs’ espousing that evolution can’t theoretically happen all at once – spontaneously affecting all peoples – is to keep the money trains from slaughter flowing into the pockets of the rich, powerfulContinue reading “Yes. Perverse Universe. Evolution”

The Last Dance

Ray Wishing On A Star Painted By God

Sharon’s Reconstructed Nativity Scene

Animalia

Animalia I do not eat that which I am. That my family did so before me and taught me to do the same by feeding me myself proves the human nature of following the leader. Proves the perversity of nature. That African peoples, island peoples, indigenous peoples still today have not woken up to theirContinue reading “Animalia”

The Birth Of The Seed

The Birth Of The Seed Crisp lines mark the point of juncture superseding parallel forms enveloping new space, playing the role of incubator needed to grow new life within the empty but fertile space, opening briefly to accommodate that which acts as the last connection prior to that birth – the birth of the seed.Continue reading “The Birth Of The Seed”

FIVE DAYS IN MARCH

SNAPSHOTS OF WAR

TOP DOG | HAPPY DREAMS AND SWEET DREAMS

FAMILY PORTRAITS

NANNY KAY’S FAMOUS BLUE SUITCASE

THE ROSE DYNASTY

THE CRIB

THE CRIB – that’s where it all begins. The comfort part of life. Now my mother lays me down to sleep with my father protecting us all. That’s the perception. And perception works. There’s something about, ‘we need to toughen her up a little bit, don’t we?’ and ‘she’ll do all that on her own’.Continue reading “THE CRIB”