Fallen Angel Mr D's blog: "Dreamer"

In the sense that I was disillusioned it was not so, in actuality it was predictions come true, the outside and inside were identical........vile-idity with a bow .....yet another Trojan Horse .It is funny how We can disguise anything as almost anything , given the right circumstances , lol, yet another  turd  to be polished. Perhaps it was the surroundings, or false self proclaimed intellectual prowess, or  the illusion of self assurance that is backed by insecurity and the need to be in disbelief over almost all that is right in front of it  , to the point of investigation until something completely unrelated that has the ability to fit the need to find something out of place….to be able to say “I knew it” backed by a feeling “not as good as” to fuel the scenario with the illusion held together with the mucilage of self doubt and suspicion  …..a mind molded by a childs thoughts and lack of self esteem  a mirror image of the mind that formed the preconceptions held within this one…….generation after generation of raising ones own image by reducing and attempting to defile the image of another. An undeserving  demand  for admiration and attention, by attempting to shift the attention from one selves shortcomings to the self created shortcomings of another…..and purchasing the adoration of those too blind to see. And so it goes on and on……..an illusion of self value created by an ever watchful eye, creating a vanity thru false values and competition created by the few to keep the masses occupied and enslaved for the purpose of control and wealth , attempting to paint the illusion of freedom, and by getting the support of the masses they have enslaved with the tag line “look at all that has been made available to you, given to you, not to mention the protection We give to you”……..no more than slave Masters leading the sheep to slaughter all happily bah bah ing and munching away ….all suspicious of each other wondering which is the wolf in disguise, keeping the masses cellular and yet in a herd….a herd of suspicious individuals unconnected with only an unrecognized , unrealized, and unappreciated God to love, forgive, unite and to save them. Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes…..God to God ….for it is IT , God that will reclaim you and will disperse the energies created in this illusionary manifestation accordingly

An Evening Alone

 I look down and see bright eyes and inquisitive faces and expectant smiles ….hands tugging at My shirt….”Dad, can We go fishing today?” The vision fades taking with it My joys and sorrows of a fatherhood remembered……….joys and sorrows lingering………victories and failures blending as one into a love of those dependant……….memories ….and a realization of those now independent…..the “wish I could do overs” unavailable…… The sound of the battlefield roaring heavy in My ears, behind Me a battalion of Me, energetic and vigilant ready to die for the cause of protection, honesty, passion ,love and honor……in front of Me , the enemy….My self………polluted, scarred, the energy of hate running hot and deep within its veins…….alone….disillusioned by an unfulfilled search for that one that was certain to be here ….this time. I look right and then left seeking the hand that pierces this veil to pull Me from this tormented dream

Passion is everything, and most important. Its not about love or sex, it's about Passion, the way it sneaks up on you from behind, reaches around and smothers you with a welcomed gasp.........