Under every circumstance in every kingdom, “How Great Thou Art” —–how great Thou Art.  This little frame I inhabit, full of your teaching-love and salvation, seeks to obey you, Master, master and creator of all Good Works from all believers.  From the bioform of caducity to the hitherto of spirituality, wherein Savior and believer seal belief, all that is righteous, all that is granted, is returnable in Good Works from Faith and everlasting peace.  Through the dim lawlessness here on earth, on a marvelous planet in peril, Faith in You, Savior, is witnessed from each act done in Your Name.  Thank You for Faith.

Repent, repent, repent and repent, from breath I control.  How impossible it is to be full of comfort and hardship, to be content and downtrodden, when Faith appears and dismantles the confusion of everyday accord.  Oh that Faith, a lone shield, personally, set calmly throughout a sea change of all affairs.  A crash course in Born Again Freedom I have sought and gained by my own doing, or, more accurately, by Your Hand.

Brave as the planet is under evil abuse, a living planet: our earth, You have not rebuked it.  An introduction to Your family as much as a lifelong lesson has been set forth here.  Resources from earth, a earth once stable to be Your Birthplace, this neobeliever from a believer’s path implores, is not extracted from by proper formation of biosponge ecologically cyclic tandems: less is more and bounties of homesteads benefit all whether known or unknown.I pray, if it Your Word, our earth may survive not as a malnutrient biosphere but as a harvestable planet readily able to reseed.

I pray, if it is Your Word, believers will not be confused by opposing social networks or of those works from their own: by Faith, Your works will sustain and carry them from rounds of companionship to safe havens.  I pray, if is Your Word, for troublemakers to burn out their own fire privately, not to burn more victims.

I praise You and I praise You because of those who do so artfully.  I repent and learn to keep myself in Your Armor.  My concerns are never forgotten.  With private prayers, I seek to learn and be aware, to answer to You and surrender, to heal from my Faith and forgive and re-forgive as I am a sinner.  I find those special needs often.

I am not afraid; You said do not worry.  To worry was a condition of that dead person I was.  Little by little, in my troublesome walk in Faith, I have severed from the concept of worry.  Without a tone of worry implied, I pray, if it is Your Word, my mother, a woman of Faith, may not be confronted by evilness.  A woman whose good works are evident and private is well known in Your Company.  I pray, if it is Your Word, as it is with every Believer who has not embodied influence in partners and circles galore — simply due to evil works of confusion and not of their own accord or lack of creativity from diligence and discipline and compassion, that my mother may not endure lawlessness as I am aware of it.  I pray, it is Your Word, that my mother, who as a young adult was decent as a yearling, instructive as a prize pupil, and culturally stable as feminine quanta, be protected by Your Bloodline, by Your Works.  I pray I may find the words to implore You in prayer to answer such a request.  For I see a mother who was once youthful and supple, who by no means was cowardly.  Protect her, I pray, protect my mother who could have perfected her own talents in gifts but instead heeded her family in a country haven of seasonal teachings.   Wherever You consider my Mother’s place, I reassure myself of this comfort.  I pray all the mechanisms of lawlessness are never near her footsteps and neither those of her family nor near those of her friends.  For her husband, I pray deeply his protection of his inner flame be swept up in all Faith a believer may confine.    I wearily know this is not enough.

I do pray this hour You return; return, Savior Jesus, and save sex slaves and labor slaves.

I am aware, I am aware of one master event of my time: 144,000 Jewish men will witness Your Name and Salvation to a mighty total of born again believers!  For however many patterns we may implement to “get it right” in order to see this master event thru, I know it is an event that deserves respect, a respect that I must acquire alongside my Faith.  In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Twitter the Transformation of My Virtual Tattoo

A Riverboots’ Poem

The VT is nearly void from January to May.  Exceptions do include numeral codes to online roams: input to what devices the VT will be available to poll.

In the month of June, if you know the poll, the VT device you view will be illustrative of the many depictions of Thich Quang Duc’s Self-Immolation.  From June 1st to June 30th each reeling graphic element of artistic achievement will be virtually tattooed upon a chosen online device:  Suffocate on the smell of burnt flesh from the exposure of a 1963 photograph permuted.  Keep in mind, the Saigon Street, the classic car, and the white gasoline container are not ablaze.  Thich Quang Duc, sitting in a Lotus position, proponing selflessness, is consumed with fire.

In the month of July, if you know the poll, the VT device you will view will be illustrative of my downcast profile—tears stuck to wet eyelashes—in the upper left corner, overseeing nature.  Each day from July 1st to July 31st natural scenes will serve as silent respect.

In the month of August, if you know the poll, the VT device you will view will be illustrative of subsequent self-immolating induced Monks and American participates.  Spirituality will breach the hot days of August.

In the month of September, if you know the poll, the VT device you will view will be illustrative.  Exorbitant skill will transform the history of imperialism and shady spiritualism into nothing more than enemies of Thich Quang Duc:  “intolerance, fanaticism, dictatorship, cupidity, hatred, and discrimination.”  Whether or not SFGs loved wartime, or Diem’s numerous implementations of catholic schools, hospitals, upscale residences and universities, promoting Syllabus of Errors were spared, the Vietnamese Communists quelled thousands of American advisors while the NLF made their presence known.

In the month of October, if you know the poll, the VT device you will view will be illustrative of an unsullied earth.  However the matter may be bestowed, the elite of the corrupt, all of whom historically promoted genocide, have an allowance to customize their personal kingdoms and estates.  To witness the eye opening features we await special effects, images from an obliging Ai agent.  One walk through is granted: Kingdoms without habitants complete, ass-whacking subdued, I sever the first Kingdom by dousing it with gasoline, repeating this action until all Kingdoms of an unsullied earth are saturated; I light a match and my hands shrink and become minute compared to the illustrative handiwork of the F/X inspired Kingdoms.

In the month of November, if you know the poll, the VT device you will view will be illustrative of the men and women untouched by the arsenic episode.  These men and women are warranted by the Venerable Thich Quang Duc to be made his students; all of whom are spared suffering from those who mourn leaders destined to die.  Each illustrative piece is proof vindictive henchmen and their elite may survive in modes of humbleness.

In the month of December, if you know the poll, the VT device you will view will be illustrative of those who forge past persecutive forces.  Scholarly databases will link resourceful material defining Bodhisattva, born-again Believer, Muslim peacemaker, and any spiritual and historical person who has remained selfless.  From June 1st to December 31st, all artwork is non-censored and is considered a collective of Multi-Medium Artwork garnered for Virtual Tattoos.

the English she spoke only earned her average peers

peers whose role models were average worshippers

her sloth. her memories of deadly mental inwardly composed hatred

her ease.  others whose direction hewn roughly with separation comes at the cost of an all way deception in trust

all the words never had meaning

her heart met not words to gather and repeat

her neatness only a reflection to whom she may have been

with respect her fair outlook won’t be cold

the English she spoke only earned her the ability to understand those around her in terms of their judging and preying

judging all observations and evaluating customary conclusion per verbal and nonverbal cues she braved.  they braved

the confines of English as it was stolen from her

a folding sky gave her her name

she huddled her frame asleep beside the author tree

the author tree intended for her to rest.  the author tree intended to write a story with her

she felt wanted

she knew not what kind of tree comforted her, only that this tree slept in constant dreamery near her inner hearth

far far into the earthless world

far far into the memories of strangers

far far into the lightening colours displayed

the author tree loomed over her, sending away her inadequacies her awkwardness her personal self forgiveness her self worth her concern for those who truly need to be loved (and intelligently, those who have yet to know love) and for those whose love is to remain near

her body stolen, she was being written about most transparently

her body in part a curve from the trunk of the tree to the highest lateral branches, swaying as her head rests on her folded arms

her beauty from within only was inspired by the many worlds she knew to be but without the confusion cultural hegemony ascribes

her comfort ascending and descending

her torso and legs stretched to the roots of the author tree

resting and stretching as the author tree presents a story to her

her closed eyes her decent smile her ability to cling without diswant

free from structural matter the author tree featured her in semi-precise swatches

her resting eyes her laid out fullness her perched profile and her neatly graceful wrist gestures enriched them as the author tree stole into the spheres of other worlds and author guises

her love for the universe for worlds as worlds reseem

her love of everything simple and existent within all that remains none set to intimidation

the author tree shared with her vocals she knew not to rename

private sunsets and fields of life surrounded them

from other places never-before seen she took heart

partial attention was given to areas of thriving biodiversity

her attraction to the author tree was more than lightening colours displaying

ill sought activity in matter shown

she felt the author tree kneeling in might although not in revere but vocally remarking

how she was to remain

how sensitive the author tree is and she knew now emotions are free from her personal prison to be received in unity upon an entity destined to embrace an element of love

as love is paired from a giver’s attentive willingness as is the other giver’s universal tone

Relief and a sense of freedom from that which is confounding

I, an imperfect form of Chi, seal away from the ordinary perfection of time

My right hand demands access to all that vibrates in Mother Earth’s Kingdom

Sensitively and respectfully, I wait in Mother Earth’s Glory

Lifetime per lifetime I will owe her what a scientist discovers in a year

My hand changes

Undone without paresthesias, my wrist rearranges to newly makeshifts combined

The first memory formed:  projecting the layers of green (mm) spheres fractally and my heart free from microscopic vision, I focus on how a living frequency stimulates before the objective aftermath of pre-perceptional experiences

The first memory beginning:  gravity in patterns, special species sensitivities, the stretch of patches of river, the stretch of soil and varied breeding, the stretch of gases and intelligible measurement, the thermodynamics contrasting

Scattering disbursement, and that which cannot cause time, has velocity

This is another type of pulse; thankfully communication is neither judged nor damned

My movement is more than an offering of reflection

I add, how I stretch with Mother Earth and explore the outer affects of exospheric peaks

My left hand clasps with my right hand

Along the vibrant pathways of shared light, I am free to never escape and to escape  death and time

Before my clasp rests, may those conceived never feel deceit—-evermore

While I sit patiently waiting my turn to address the Divisions of Life, as I am intently driven to offer cognitive conviction, I know our collective state of being makes short shrift of our pre-birth entitlements.  Be so ever destined from our collective womb, this working worm-hole imparts yearly inventions aside from culturists’ visions of inculcation.  Facing every earthly tree or remaining near the center of Angiosperms and Gymnosperms’ affairs, an investment forwarding inventive rehearsal is prepared.  A great propensity toward geological histories permeates my shyness.  The Divisions of Gymnosperms (Coniferophya, Cycadophyta, Ginkophyta, and Gnetophyta), scientifically named  by the influence of Carl von Linné (1), unearthed vibrancy throughout the Mesozoic Era.  The troposphere hosted clear water pools within jungle moist camouflage.  The naked seeds evolved from the Paleozoic Era.  Later dominating throughout the early Mesozoic Era the naked seeds, or Gymnosperms, matured, bursting forth botanicals of Angiosperms in the Cretaceous Period(3). Devoid of domestication, conifers, cycads, ginkgos and cnetales welcomed the warmth of atmospheric cycles, the vestige of circulating waters, wind and rain(7). The mastery of marine water and water vapor arose praising or sculpting land formations, as they existed nearly 251-65.5 million years ago(6).  From desserts to water pools shaded by forest canopy, the Mesozoic Era be-named the expansion of waters’ sculptures thru dilation-tradition.  Focus upon the stellar evolution of the Pleiades, the cosmic timeline refined from 100 million to 20 million years declared, the Mesozoic oceans deemed dependent of visible partners known as evening stars(8),  the 180 million year old Spiral Cluster/Perseus, and the baseline of space-time (9).  The Divisions of Angiosperms (flowering plants classified as Monocotyledones and Dicotyledones) drew the earthen channels from possible seed ferns in the early Cretaceous Period (2).  Coevolution of angiopserms and animals appear model poised for spoken for lectures (2). “The glory of your might leads me,” I address.  “A summer star abides nearby.  Matiti.  While I am not empty of love, I sit before you in perfect finery.  The fabrics of my garments are loosely wrapped or snug from my diaphragm to my waist. Each delicate piece has been hand picked from fields you labored for ever timely.  Where water is assured respect, embarrassment for the artists’ stolen elements isn’t damned.  Those who pick from our fields do so independently.  I, a candidate to earn the reward of guardant, appease you today.  The valley of Light near your witness of fresh circulating waters ensures your expansion higher and higher into the summits of your reach.  Minute or never-ending, your cavities and chambers respond to the delight of collective water authors.  Know that my flesh gracefully follows the curvatures of your respectful role.  The pinkest gray finery softens near the barest identity I posses.  May the sound wisdom of Water Heights languish tonight. For those who are enslaved from years I confess I too am slave, bring my spirit to you.  Quietly, I seek to extend their hand prints to those of your Lightened Valleys.  Momentarily, I seek their witness of Light to manifest separately from their prisons.  May they revel in nourishment; may their first-spirit not doubt their autotelic growth.  May there exist a pathway from all universal points for which the magnitude of self-control summons preparedness and respect for all living species.  Might present trees of Light deassist the service branches and their lethal sonars, which explode the fragile minds of dolphins.  However we may seem, be our core of possession be hardened, bitter, abused, meek and self-loathing, cold and aggressively provocative, starving and dying, striving and reaching, press upon us the cyclic depositories most traditional.  Passing on wealth to those furthest from reach of justice.  Passing on wealth to those furthest from reach of justice.  I see their bodies; I steer their names.  Cultural courtesy chaperoned, lift the abused from the abusers. Art forms armed: re-taking of intelligentsia from those numb and fear-enforcing fades into the empty vastness of impregnable or hungered release.  Pathways semi-reversible observable in oppressors’ names, their systems numerically defined, historians with cybernetic genealogies recite.  So Divisions of Life shall watch over me.  Where artful outcries reside, your freshest species is the thirst mechanism of the Water Artist tonight?”

(The raped children, women and men of this planet need not hide from the weakest people of time.)

(bring back the seed ferns)

NEED TO CROSS REFERENCE

(1)http://science.jrank.org/pages/6942/Tree-History-taxonomy.html(2)http://project.bio.iastate.edu/Articulation/ISU/Freshman/Biol_201/Outlines/chp27.html(3)http://www.cartage.org.lb/en/themes/sciences/botanicalsciences/ClassificationPlants/Spermatophyta/SeedPlants/SeedPlants.htm(4)http://courses.washington.edu/bot113/spring/WebReadings/gymnospermPlants/gymnosperms.html(5)http://www.windows.ucar.edu/tour/link=/earth/geology/hist_mesozoic.html(6)http://www.palaeos.com/Mesozoic/Mesozoic.htm(7)http://www.palaeos.com/Mesozoic/Mesozoic.htm

vespers/diurnal cycle/”heliacal rising”when a star or planet rises before the sun (8)http://www.alcyonecodesmith.com/alcyone.shtml

http://www.scientificpsychic.com/etc/timeline/timeline.html

(9)http://astronomycentral.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Perseus_constellation_map.png

http://www.rain-tree.com/plist.htm

(10)Tethys Ocean 195 million years ago http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.texas-geology.com/Jurassic%2520scene.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.texas-geology.com/Texas%2520Jurassic%2520Dinosaurs.htm&h=858&w=1080&sz=65&tbnid=NQoR8lRL8POBQM:&tbnh=119&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3DSeed%2Bferns&usg=__0rowh7fZuDDDKhwaD2RBd9DnAIQ=&ei=y962S4GuDoPMNdGL6eEL&sa=X&oi=image_result&resnum=9&ct=image&ved=0CBkQ9QEwCA

seed ferns http://www.xs4all.nl/~steurh/englod/ezaadvar.html

star names http://www.nzetc.org/tm/scholarly/tei-BesAstro-t1-body-d1-d6-d4.html

Crack iT made a Ruler

Heiress Earthen Beauty African-Raising

toured the organic fields of water breed winds

Crack iT drew a sketch

Heiress Earthen Beauty African-Raising drew a sketch too

teem -to the final story card

two sketches ceased to exist

into two fields for human grazing primarily

an amazing suffrage of feminine competition

without world-call-judgement interruption

balanced between fields thriving

GeekGal Ni devised the Server

How wisdomical of me to cherish the abiltiy to continue on and on without mirroring the  trival model a speaker Pushes.  The very perspectives that become favored, pawned, corrupted, cinerated, and beloved, I shall hold and carry as communicative facts abroad the thunderous causes of my own source of warm pride.

Stained glass pieces cover the mirador.

Meristic bioform formations become portal properties, blending energetic volume without gate levitation.

The messengers come and go, and, now, are currently gone.  Stained glass figurines and bioforms reassemble.  An odd wall frame hasn’t mishap in societal loosening.

The stained glass pieces, cuboid or not, harbor kingdoms, portals, volume, and E spheres readily observable.

While it may be the messengers have left the structure, and through curative communication other bioagents adorn, the cycles of earthen progression amidst a grandeur cycle persists within cycling dimensions, the map inlaid; agoverned communicative biolife pathways perform.

The center of attention being an orifice for companion-communication; messengers communicate accordingly thru geobioflight.

Birth of shortcomings, per quest marginal, become foolish; swarm raising an economic spree houses those whose first rise to term or title is progressive of historical affordability.  The movement is not the term and title of those best formed from merging representation.  Terms and titles exist as buffers for private and public entities eligibility.

Messengers of representation may find value in multi-agoverning Halls.

why don’t i talk dirty when i write you?

it’s where the-

moving books here, it’s where the-

inhaling, more prioritizing, it’s where the-

my roommate was one of those-

one of those performers who moved slow–  made you watch her arouse herself-slow

she had the sex is exploratory role and watched them watching her when she was playing around with caus’in

experimental? she watched the crowd patrol the role

dirty trust was not an insider problem, she would always say

now she is slumberwarm forward, calling let’s go (it)

now, it’s where the-

as a roommate I could cry out— the loud going on-s next door

hu-ah hu-ah hu-ah what is that

loud first phases of body contact?

could i make this better/yes

so if i go lookin for sloppy sensual i am it, i’ll do so only with one who is 100 percent known (known in data)

and

if i want it

I only want it if the look i take in is  accepting of all the simplicity I give

rephrased

that look means i have been by your side and will remain by your side for all time

and the look sits in confidence as it moves in deeper and deeper

now that is why i don’t do the fuck love– writing

because body contact and hitting a fuck power is enough to send me to the invisible vomit canister

but i give nods for those out there who do

Designer tools and nameless ware frame the stylish win.  Her solitude her greatest confinment.  The falling away of brazen attempts and serial selection forbid her dismembering.  With one in one for more, win leaves the owner’s codes semi-off guard.

Only external source of kinecticism, Nightwinds crunch ankle savers.  win looks long for slender rooms and real moonlight faith cures.  obey, a nonfeature, is thrown into shearing screams, becoming a recycled, neural-design language.

For the next enemy of an enemy times the custom, an enemy functions formally. The tale of soul dismissal narrowly morbid, the enemy follows death’s fore-doings.