Immortal

 people will search for the Kingdom of heaven in the last of days; maybe this is because there are so many Israelite s whom wonder lost and dazed.

The word tells us that people will look here and there for the Kingdom of God; But the Body is the temple don’t be robbed, they will not find the kingdom because the Kingdom of Heaven is within us, but people are told that once we are dust that God says that’s enough; and in the grave we remain: But the dust cant contain the remains of Yeshua.

When you think about it there must be some truth to this biblical statement; we should consider our bodies as vehicles or transportation for our most prize possession, the thing that has been tested since Eves was vested with a tree that made us all think that man was a body and not the soul had us thinking Sheol, hell, the grave the earth was our home.

I am Gods son, his child, a fragment that is trying to make an imprint or a small mental dent in your cerebellum with real and true from the Teacher that told me to go tell em.

I am the way the truth and the light; despite what the pastor who is headed for disaster might care to share; dare to be different, understand that you really are heaven sent, born from a star no matter who you are.

Just as the tides rise with the moon; the sun sits over Mecca at around noon; while goons patrol trying to steal souls from God seed, planting greed which leads to need.

I sit and sip Schlitz and politic with Yakub and King David; the giant slayer,   the anunaki was sloppy then you got me, Young king; ruler, truth doer. Create space in your mind to become a thinker;

Seeker, from the pits of Annapolis; to the infinite skies reaching the firmament, the stench is sweet to God. Because he is My God and I am his son rays from the sun return and continue to burn, immortal.

Blackhemmingway~2012π

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