Ask the beggar if he is comfy sleeping on the street; look him in is eyes when he begins to speak, the streets left many crushed devastated and left feeling bleak.
if you just looked at him from the outside in, he just might give you the creeps: but he is unique when he speaks, his voice has power, and can devour
He is a part of the all that fell from a golden shower of radiant light, from far up above, descending down from heaven soft like a dove.
Ask the beggar if he is comfy sleeping on the street; look him in is eyes when he begins to speak, the streets left many crushed devastated and left feeling bleak.
The streets is the path I choose says the man, not really comprehending what he is saying not really does he understand.
The path I choose is really not my own, for I is intelligence which is a gift from God that has grown; into a being that has wisdom and is trying to have a conversation; without any side conversations avoiding the hecklers so I can hear from this beggar.
Why did I, which is really who I am, stop and talk with the great I am as a man?
One might never understand the plan of of the Great Rabbi, who dwells above the sky's.Ask the beggar if he is comfy sleeping on the street. Some people for publicity might think that its neat, cool or awesome.
But on the east side those bums they don't seem to like it.
But the great i am has a plan maybe, if we try to see with our spiritual eyes and feel with our spiritual hearts that may be a start.
There is always someone who's condition is worse than yours; so no matter what you see or think to believe know that God will still open doors. he pours out blessings for everybody, even scrubs and warlords.
Gods mercy is for the poor.
I began to understand this homeless man as i looked deeper; his body is just a keeper of what so many seekers have been searching for all there life.
The kingdom of God.
When the lights go out on the streets anything can happen, under that bridge over there this dude got stabbed once.
Sleeping in the cold under a wet blue tarp.
Probably chilled to the bone, straight through to the heart.
It is in the hard times i find joy so the bad times are really good so everything else must be noise: from the freeway keeps me up all night but its alright cause the whiskey keeps me warm.
Torn between these streets and getting something to eat, when hunger pain creeps in i might commit any sin, I have a knife I can take life.
Last night didn't go so well look at my eyes i am dieing,
These streets will kill you, if you don't have a clue the gutters spew out black goo, the smell mixed with dog poo from cute little sue walking her poodle on her way to school is about to make me come un glued, lose my cool.Why did I, which is really who I am, stop and talk with the great I am as a man?
At the very moment when God said let there be light, you were created, you began life.
This is not what you were destined to be you see, you are royalty you are glory under Gods Authority.
The bible stories are true they are you and I, and what is implied in those words are for those that keep there eyes on the prize, and recognize that the eyes of the all are on the all.
Do you seek, do you have any beliefs, do you listen when God speaks, do you believe you are unique?
Kentucky deluxe is my crucifix, it is all i need as i proceed to roll through time, keeping my mind on these cold streets.
Its a pimp who beats and treats his girls with deep animosity, like who gonna stop me from killing you; as he stands there drinking his brew.
Ask the beggar if he is comfy sleeping on the street; look him in is eyes when he begins to speak, the streets left many crushed devastated and left feeling bleak.
The beggar goes; the eyes are the windows to the soul and everyone knows we all have souls; and my soul is a perfect soul.
Clothed with theses garbs and flesh, these streets are just a test for you and I.
For I am, takes care of me, for I am a piece of the all and the all is a part of me so I am, even down to my very soul; the beggar goes.
A test for me I can see is from the all, the beggar who i see is not really a beggar at all.
This is Gods manifestation of himself.
God spoke and said let us create man in our image in our likeness.
Is this man a example of this? Jesus tells us the kingdom of heaven is within not written with a man made pen.
People will look here or there, people will look every were in search of the one.
But look at the bum.
God is within on the cold hard streets; within himself. Not just high up above near Orion's belt.
Spiraling down to the center of the earth, were life starts first, the life of the beggar who thirst for more whiskey; who is loud and likes to curse, will be first and the first will be last, upper class.
No more will the pain of this realm contain the remains of who i am
I am standing on the promise from my father in whom my heart i trust, because he is Just and who created me from the dust. And from the dust man was created and in the end man must return to the dust.
But trust; the dust is just a shell or crust containing what must go forth and do the work of God which is constantly in motion, and knows when time began, and will end.
Ask the beggar if he is comfy sleeping on the street; look him in is eyes when he begins to speak, the streets left many crushed devastated and left feeling bleak.
if you just looked at him from the outside in, he just might give you the creeps: but he is unique when he speaks, his voice has power.
He is a part of the all that fell from a golden shower of radiant light, from far up above, descending down from heaven soft like a dove.
Black Hemmingway 2013©
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