$NAKE OIL PEDDLER$ & PEPPERMINT PROPHET$
LIVIN' ON THE GOVER'MENT PLANTATION ¶ Now that the sun has finally set upon the year 2020 and that mahoosive bandwagon of Tall Tales, spun yarns, and fancy fables has disappeared into the setting sun carrying that great company of Snake Oil Peddlers known as the...
Comin’ Down the Mountain
THE SIDES OF THE NORTH ¶ How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of my Kinsman Redeemer, the Fetcher of My Soul, as He strides down the Sides of the North thru the flora and the fauna of His own creation, just to meet with me down here in the valley below....
The Godly Kind
KEEP YOUR HANDS UPON THE THROTTLE AND YOUR EYE UPON THE RAIL ¶ Now that we are aware of just how twisted, dangerously fatal, wickedly perverse, treacherously cruel, without mercy, in-your-face, violently insane, and fiercely engaging these invaders of our precious...
One Picture and a Thousand Words
{As you are now, so once was I, Till Providence began to play my hand. As I was back then, so shall you be the same, If you think yourself a Rake and a Ramblin Blade.} ¶ Of A Truth: It's ramping up and it's winding down. The final collision of good & evil is...
A Christmas Prophecy Revisited
UNTO US, A CHILD IS BORN The Prophecy: ¶ "All of those who have lived and do live in the dark and daunting shadows of this present evil world have seen a Great Light. Upon all those who wander about lost in the land of the shifting shadows of lies, fear,...
Gathering the Jewels of the Morning Dew (revisited)
TEN THOUSAND TIMES TEN THOUSAND DAILY COME AND GO, BUT MAN, HE CAN NOT GATHER ONE AND KEEP IT FOR HIS OWN Wisdom, like the Morning Dew In the wee hours of the morn, Descends, dropping down On flower, thistle, and thorn. {that would be you & me} Ten...
The Reminiscing’s of an Old Outlaw
BACK IN THE DAY ¶ That"Storm that Brewed on the Other Side of Me" was gone as was the spirit of addiction. Yes, the Black Swan had flown. My high-dollar concubines; whiskey, cocaine, and China white must have left town sometime during the night. They were gone. I...
Raising Cain
CAIN JUST WAS NOT ABEL Cain just was not Abel, He had a twisted bent, Through the windows of his soul Loomed a brooding discontent. He would not listen to the Lord, No! He had a storm to brew, He fooled around with darker things, He loved forbidden fruit....
A VETERAN’S DAY SALUTE from “Letters From Over Yonder”, “WHERE IS MY BOY ?”
WHERE IS MY BOY? On this VETERAN'S DAY, the 11th of November, In The Year of Our Lord, 2023, I would like to lift up my hands towards heaven and say, "Ah, Lord God of all Heaven & Earth, we beseech you as One Nation Under God; Pour out Your Spirit upon us!...
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