Yahweh my Shepherd : July 2014

Thursday, July 31, 2014

John Keats



Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

John Keats


  I wonder what John's point was in this poem? To me it throws a sense of nature, peace, and truth. "Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask" That phrase right there is full of some much life, I could think about what that means, for years on end. Some poetry I read is vague and difficult but this is clear and clean. 

I'd love to study John Keats as a person, to really understand how he formed his poetry, and how he formed his work!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Seth Knarr: Art






By: Seth Knarr

Free the Slaves

How many People know that Slavery is still a common practice today? In countries all around the world, children, men and women are still bought and sold for a price. Weather in the middle east, south Africa, South Asia, the list goes on. 

Amna Al Nowais is an activist, and film-maker who has traveled and done has work towards freeing the Slaves.





How did you learn that slavery still exists? How did you feel at that very moment?
I had some awareness that slavery still existed, but not that there were more people in slavery today­—and treated worse—than during the time that it was actually legal. I first learned this when I saw Lisa Kristine’s TED talk. I felt sickened and overcome with emotions that prompted an urgency to act.
How did those feelings turn to action and a donation to Free the Slaves?
The suffering of an individual not only being stripped of their bodily freedom but also subdued, starved and psychologically altered day after endless day is unimaginable. Making a donation felt like a very natural next step after seeing and hearing what I just had, especially because of how easy it is to do so: on the spot, securely and within a few keystrokes on a laptop.
What do you say when you tell others that slavery still exists?
Slavery is not only still real, it is also a multibillion dollar business, enslaving up to an estimated 30 million people. It seeps into our day-to-day and can be in the supply chain that produces anything from our raw materials to the food on our plates. The numbers seem overwhelming, but we cannot forget that the illegality of slavery makes any practice of it a government matter; and that as consumers we have real leverage to eradicate it. Breakthroughs are a result of dominoes—small and consistent steps.
What do you say to others to inspire them to contribute to Free the Slaves?
As individuals we might feel overwhelmed by the spectrum of eradicating slavery, but Free the Slaves is already freeing thousands of people, as well as preventing further enslavement through region-specific and tried-and-tested methods that are only becoming better and better. All that is left for us as individuals who want to help is to support it. A donation goes a very long way and a regular donation makes it even more sustainable.
Why do you choose to donate to Free the Slaves when there are many other causes to support and organizations fighting slavery?
Over 80 percent of Free the Slaves funds go to programs and services. They are connected to local partner organizations everywhere they work and base every action they take on well thought-out calculations—from prevention to post-rescue. This maximizes their resources and reach and, therefore, most importantly, their sustained effectiveness.

Filmmaker and FTS supporter Amna Al Nowais



Monday, July 28, 2014

MT

The Fruit of Prayer

The fruit of silence is prayer
the fruit of prayer is faith
the fruit of faith is love
the fruit of love is service
the fruit of service is peace.


Mother Teresa 

Krishna




Krishna 

At last I find a meaning of soul’s birth
Into this universe terrible and sweet,
I who have felt the hungry heart of earth
Aspiring beyond heaven to Krishna’s feet.

I have seen the beauty of immortal eyes,
And heard the passion of the Lover’s flute,
And known a deathless ecstasy’s surprise
And sorrow in my heart for ever mute.

Nearer and nearer now the music draws,
Life shudders with a strange felicity;
All Nature is a wide enamoured pause
Hoping her lord to touch, to clasp, to be.

For this one moment lived the ages past;
The world now throbs fulfilled in me at last.


Education & Money



Education & Money


       I'd like this to be a call for action concerning the U.S's budget for the education system. It seems to me that all throughout the World Education is becoming a more, and more relevant. Our Education system, has a lot of nuts and bolts missing, it seems everyday another Guard Dog has to watch, and another TEST has been deployed. Our World is a very confusing thing, we don't know if we are animals, evolved from primordial goo, or if we are specific creatures placed here by God Almighty. We don't know if the world is 6000 years old or 56.9 Billion years old. Why is there so much confusion? We have found ourselves in the cross-fire, between whats right, true, and worth communing, and what is a lie, a deprived state, and a flook. With education in mind, how is it that, people can become truly educated? We need true educators, people who seriously take the time to understand true knowledge. 


      If we want true knowledge, we have to start with God, start with his knowing, his understanding, which is perfect, complete, and whole. Truthfully, we desire this relationship, sub-consciously, until it bubbles up into our conscious mind it remains a dwelling for our spirit and soul. 


   The way we handle money in America is a joke, our military budget is at-least 10x more than our education budget. It makes you wonder what our countries mind is set out. I have a reason for living, and it is to educate the people concerning specific events, structures and ideas. Because to strengthen ideas, concerning peace, joy, and true knowledge is the only way for us to become what we are suppose to become.


  I've written two letters to the senate concerning our education, military, and budget issues. Of course I got no letter back, but I trust God delivered some sort of concern to them. 

  What are we going to do as a people to separate the lies from the truth? 



Saturday, July 26, 2014

Roads

Roads

I love roads:
The goddesses that dwell
Far along invisible
Are my favorite gods.
Roads go on
While we forget, and are
Forgotten like a star
That shoots and is gone.
On this earth 'tis sure
We men have not made             
Anything that doth fade
So soon, so long endure:
The hill road wet with rain
In the sun would not gleam
Like a winding stream
If we trod it not again.
They are lonely
While we sleep, lonelier
For lack of the traveller
Who is now a dream only. 
                
From dawn's twilight
And all the clouds like sheep
On the mountains of sleep
They wind into the night.
The next turn may reveal
Heaven: upon the crest
The close pine clump, at rest
Ancl black, may Hell conceal.
Often footsore, never
Yet of the road I weary,                  
Though long and steep and dreary,
As it winds on for ever.
Helen of the roads,
The mountain ways of Wales
And the Mabinogion tales,
Is one of the true gods,
Abiding in the trees,
The threes and fours so wise,
The larger companies,
That by the roadside be,
And beneath the rafter
Else uninhabited
Excepting by the dead;
And it is her laughter
At morn and night I hear
When the thrush cock sings
Bright irrelevant things,
And when the chanticleer
Calls back to their own night
Troops that make loneliness
With their light footsteps’ press,
As Helen’s own are light.
Now all roads lead to France
And heavy is the tread
Of the living; but the dead
Returning lightly dance:
Whatever the road bring
To me or take from me,
They keep me company
With their pattering,
Crowding the solitude
Of the loops over the downs,
Hushing the roar of towns
and their brief multitude.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Dylan Thomas



Dylan Thomas




The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

#37

Universal Write #37

I thought of entangling a past idea, with the thought that maybe. A fire that would burn and keep burning, and stop keeping me from the real dome of creative infinity I have decided was real. Maybe when I stop deciding what's real and start relying on the Truth, and the purpose of Divine Creation, I'd seen the ugly evil inside of me dying to attack me, but I'm laughing at you, you ugly beast. I sense your ugliness miles away, your dreary dripping grossness is launching it's hairy horn at me. Get away foul thing! I have my weapons I will use them! I will defeat you...You blasted animal you...


Die..!!!!

DIEEE~!!!!

Part 1 of The Works


The Works of Rene Descartes

But there are many other circumstances which evince that I have alleged is the true cause of the motion of the blood:

Just this part of his book is interesting, compared to the entire thing (Which I am not completely done with yet :) )
Rene Descartes is a 15th century philosopher who spoke and wrote about many things in his works, ranging from mathematics, spheres of energy, God, social institutions, anatomy, and many other subjects.


So far it is very appealing, and interestingly organized. With no real intrinsic design it flows seemingly un-affected by times gaping illusive nature. The sheer amount of detail that is in his writing, is beautiful. 


I will have another write-up about this collection of writings by Rene Descartes, but I need to read more of, just wanted to let my viewers in on an amazing author, philosopher, and so much more.

Part 2 of Romans 8



Romans Chapter 8

Is a bright reminder of the beauty of the scripture, and the beauty of the spirit. It easily explains how the Spirit of God is life, and the following of flesh will only lead to death. 

Romans 8:7-8 

Explores that to be free from sin means the body is dead as well. As a family of Christians we can understand that more. When we sleep our Spirit doesn't, so what does it do? If the Spirit of Life dwells in you, day and night what is it capable of doing? If Christ be for you, who can stand against you?

these two passages are directly connected to Romans 6:7 which simply states For he that is dead is freed from sin.

To be free from Sin and the effects of Sin is such a great feeling. I know myself, between falling backward, and diving deeper into Scripture it has been a difficultly staying free from lust, violence, curses, and such but God is good, and faithful to deliver us from these things when we call on Him.

The beauty of Jesus, and our Father, the Holy Spirit is that they are faithful when the World is not.


God doesn't let the life of his Children rest in the "balance" God raises us above the thoughts, ideas, and realms of death, hell, and fear, because the God we serve is Love at the most highest expression you could possibly even remotely come to fathom.




Pastor Michael


The Nepal Pastor



Pastor "Michael" and his wife have been beaten, burglarized and threatened
with death, but God continues to provide for them as they serve in an area of
Nepal where few Christians dare to go. Within a year of being called to the
area which is known for violence, the pastor had gained the respect of many in
the town and had seen 10 people come to Christ. Soon after winning the
converts however, he began to face persecution. The pastor persevered
through many difficulties and his church now has 150 members. Some of the
believers are mature enough to contribute their personal funds for the work of
the church. Although the church faces great opposition, Pastor Michael hopes
to see it grow to 500. He said he has seen the love of Jesus transform the
worst of offenders.

- The Voice of the Martyrs -


- My comments - 

In such a tragic area, it seems Nepal was once a thriving and beautiful area, and will still be except for a couple areas that have violence, gangs, and a lot of other things not to be said.

I have a lot of faith that this pastor, this man of God is doing the will of God in the Nepal area. I bet he's gone through so much strife, and pain trying to preach the Word of God to those without.

May God be with him always!




I get the Voice of the Martyrs Newsletter on my email so I decided to put this one on my blog, the struggle to deliver people, and to deliver the Gospel is real. No matter how much this guy goes through I know he won't stop serving God.


Romans 9

I say the truth in Christ, I lie not, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Ghost,
That I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart. 
For I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren my kinsmen according to the faith.



The sorrow in my heart is because of men of God like this who work in the darkest areas to preach the Word of God, and bring the Power of Kingdom to those without...This is a very serious idea and I really need the west to open their minds to it.

The book of Romans talks a lot about how our Flesh is dead, but the Spirit is life. 

This guy has got to understand that by now, I mean that's one of the biggest challenges of a Pastor, but to be where he is, means he has to risk it all, including family, and friends.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Universe of Imagination



Excerpt of Universe of Imagination 

Chapter 6


All along the journey which now enveloped my life I had wondered where it was all going, in which direction was I headed. I felt as though I had already completed the pleminary standards of outer worldly experiences but the devout suggestion of a promised future seemed pleasant to me and necessary. Rolling wheels and flag tails walking towards the highlight reel of a satellite superstar. 


- In my book so far it's been heating up, the main characters are struggling to thrive but all and all they are strong.

Craig

understory (week 35)

Craig Santos Perez
“she’s kicking”
nālani says 
 
holds my
hands against
 
her belly 
so warm! 
 
chicken broth
boils in
 
the crockpot
bones turn
 
in briny 
liquid—baby
 
kicks again
can she
 
feel my
body heat? 
 
magma rises
water into
 
steam—Kīlauea 
drill, turbine
 
Mauna Loa
grid, undersea
 
cables—is
geothermal safe? 
 
baby’s so 
active tonight 
 
nālani presses
my palms
 
deeper into
this skin
 
drum e
Pele e

Art










By : Seth Knarr

A lovely piece really resembles a peaceful city.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Dubliners Review




Dubliners - 

Dubliners is a series of short stories written in an old-irish pre-text. There is so much value in Dubliner's that it isn't even funny. The literary genius behind the works of this book are beyond many writing styles and influences. The writer James Joyce has many other novels and writes. Although as of now I have only finished Dubliners. I plan on reading, and working toward James Joyce work in the coming years as I grew found of his style. Sort of traveling in different dimensions of thought, some of the stories take on privy problems and toss them aside as others dive deeper into intellectual thought. 

All of the Dubliner's is faithful to short chapter write-ups that are detailed in theme, setting, plot, and character path. A lot of the stories are vivid walks of life with different positions or roles in day to day life, such as teachers, priests, tailors, and other such people.


I suggest a read of Dubliners and other James Joyce works! 



Stephen King






Who said it!

Tupacs Godmother



So I just recently read a one year article listed below about Tupacs supposed Godmother is on the FBI's most wanted list. 

Very interesting as she was part of the Black Panther's and Black Liberation group

Not only has she killed an officer, but she has escaped a life in person sentenced. 

This story is interesting to me, because I don't know a whole hell of a lot about Tupac nor his families life (although I'd like to) I don't know if she is just an overly aggressive black women or what but apparently shes quite violent. 

I wonder where she is now and what her state of being is? Makes me wonder...

Check out the link and article which also goes into more depth concerning Tupac's bodyguard's suicide.







Truth Perfected

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Kabir



Are you looking for me?

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. 

My shoulder is against yours. 
you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine
rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: 
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but
vegetables. 



When you really look for me, you will see me
instantly --
you will find me in the tiniest house of time. 



Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? 
He is the breath inside the breath. 


- Kabir has an affect on me with his poetry, such that it allows more vivid clarity, as the purpose of true freedom, as opposed to oppression, and discontinuity of life's cycles. 

Poetry like this helps me to forget the past, my past mistakes and reactions that I don't need. It helps me to disassociate with the current standing of the world, reach deeper into Forgiveness and Love.

My struggle has been a unique one, but commonly we all struggle towards the same thing, in the same manner everyday. 

That's the struggle, but life itself is and will be good. 

God is not evil, nor does he enjoy evil.

God is love, and enjoys peace.

Jiddu







This is a video by Jiddu, a ascended master who explains the Truth Path to Enlightenment,

I believe Christ was the true path to total enlightenment, total peace, truth, and real Love.

Love is the hardest thing for us to fathom, yet it is the only thing that exists.

The more we try each and everyday to please ourselves, to find constant delight, the more we find the direction within ourselves towards something greater. 

Life isn't about the flaws, or valueless degrees of shame we place on ourselves, but more about the everlasting freedom, and life that we are given through God.

The only real separation from God we have is our SIN, and that keeps us at outstanding odds, against Christ, and his message of a New Earth and a New Heaven.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Editing / Publishing






So i'm in the midst of writing two books, I've got one at least semi-published and the other is in the first draft process. They have both taken several years of work, and thought. I'm trying to figure out how to market them correctly, and since I know a lot about the internet, but don't have a huge internet presence I will require someone to assist me, regardless I need to think it through.


The first book is a poetry book
Change Begins With a Choice

The second one is a Sci-fi Thriller called,
Universe of Imagination

If they end up getting no views and no reads at least I can say I worked hard toward publishing, the second one I'd like to use a traditional publisher, or something close to it.

I know either way God is my friend, and the only friend I need whenever I get low or feel left out. I'm not in writing, artwork, or any creative objective for fame or money, and honor. But I would enjoy people observing my work.



God's Garden

God's Garden

God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said: "To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowerets tend,
But keep the pathway open
Your home is at the end."

Then came another master,
Who did not love mankind,
And planted on the pathway
Gold flowers for them to find.
And mankind saw the bright flowers,
That, glitt'ring in the sun,
Quite hid the thorns of av'rice
That poison blood and bone;
And far off many wandered,
And when life's night came on,
They still were seeking gold flowers,
Lost, helpless and alone.


O, cease to heed the glamour
That blinds your foolish eyes,
Look upward to the glitter
Of stars in God's clear skies.
Their ways are pure and harmless
And will not lead astray,
Bid aid your erring footsteps
To keep the narrow way.
And when the sun shines brightly
Tend flowers that God has given
And keep the pathway open
That leads you on to heaven.

Robert Frost

Vain Thought




Psalms



Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

Psalm 2:1

Vain thought - A illusive, uneeded thought, as to a certain event or idea. 

Daily I'm reminded of many vain thoughts, words, and actions that I myself have taken part of. 

As if I'm something special or unordinary I constantly clue myself in as to what sort of thoughts, to produce, or proceed from.

Before making it a priority to know God, I decided to thing of many a vain thing, that sort of trapped my conscious mindset as to what I should do.

But then I made a commitment, at least partially to denying those thoughts or reactions that didn't really need to be thought, or said. Some worse than others.

The Holiness of God seemingly completely contradicts what we see on earth, the temptations are more than we could have fathomed. 

Honestly, when will it be the time when we see how childish such temptations are compared to the end goal of total peace, and truth.

Together we need to completely surrender to the thought of a complete full loving God that will always provide for us, and protect us from both ourselves, and others around us. Not even so much our environment, even though that can be deadly as well, even recently we have forest fires, huge rain storms, and tornado's all across the world increasing daily.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Ralph

The word of the Lord by night
To the watching Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.

God said, I am tired of kings,
I suffer them no more;
Up to my ear the morning brings
The outrage of the poor.

Think ye I made this ball
A field of havoc and war,
Where tyrants great and tyrants small
Might harry the weak and poor?

My angel, his name is Freedom,--
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and west,
And fend you with his wing.

Lo! I uncover the land
Which I hid of old time in the West,
As the sculptor uncovers the statue
When he has wrought his best;

I show Columbia, of the rocks
Which dip their foot in the seas,
And soar to the air-borne flocks
Of clouds, and the boreal fleece.

I will divide my goods;
Call in the wretch and slave:
None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.

I will have never a noble,
No lineage counted great;
Fishers and choppers and ploughmen
Shall constitute a state.

Go, cut down trees in the forest,
And trim the straightest boughs;
Cut down the trees in the forest,
And build me a wooden house.

Call the people together,
The young men and the sires,
The digger in the harvest field,
Hireling, and him that hires;

And here in a pine state-house
They shall choose men to rule
In every needful faculty,
In church, and state, and school.

Lo, now! if these poor men
Can govern the land and sea,
And make just laws below the sun,
As planets faithful be.

And ye shall succour men;
'T is nobleness to serve;
Help them who cannot help again:
Beware from right to swerve.

I break your bonds and masterships,
And I unchain the slave:
Free be his heart and hand henceforth
As wind and wandering wave.

I cause from every creature
His proper good to flow:
As much as he is and doeth,
So much he shall bestow.

But laying hands on another
To coin his labour and sweat,
He goes in pawn to his victim
For eternal years in debt.

To-day unbind the captive,
So only are ye unbound;
Lift up a people from the dust,
Trump of their rescue, sound!

Pay ransom to the owner,
And fill the bag to the brim.
Who is the owner? The slave is owner,
And ever was. Pay him.

O North! give him beauty for rags,
And honour, O South! for his shame;
Nevada! coin thy golden crags
With Freedom's image and name.

Up! and the dusky race
That sat in darkness long,--
Be swift their feet as antelopes,
And as behemoth strong.

Come, East and West and North,
By races, as snow-flakes,
And carry my purpose forth,
Which neither halts nor shakes.

My will fulfilled shall be,
For, in daylight or in dark,
My thunderbolt has eyes to see
His way home to the mark. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

UNIVERSEindie





UNIVERSEindie


  

 This is a website dedicated to helping Authors with their work as well as storing different books, and authors on a convenient structure... Recently they have shut down due to financial problems, this is a weird situation for them, considering they are a really interesting website. 

 I hope they come back in the net eventually, so I can continue to look through the books they have. Idependent Authors International is their sponsor and I believe they have others...

 But anyone willing to sponsor them here is their website, http://www.universeindie.com/users/sign_in


Check em out!

It's Not That: Poem against Worldly Thought

It's Not That

It's not that I'm opposed
to poison in my lips

or pig in my soap—
it's not that I'm opposed.

It's not that I'm opposed
to plastic bottles that won't decompose

to malodorous phosphorus flows—
it's not that I'm opposed

to what you propose—
surgery on your imperfect nose

favelas blasted
with hoses— it's not that

I'm opposed to opposing
the opposite of anonymous

neighbors, the nosy stargazers
who discover new celebrity planets

about to crash into your car. It's not that
I'm opposed that we drive

when it's not very far
to walk or bike not opposed

you're opposed to the subway
the stink of the general—

train 4, 5, or 6–not opposed
to the sex on Craigslist

to your pets' special tricks
to the organized slaughter of cows

by the tenderest machines—
not opposed to your dreams

to their screams to our hopes
not opposed to the hordes

with their ropes knives and bombs
set in desolate streets slums

and thrumming towns not opposed
to your proms and baptisms

to ongoing Christian schisms
most unopposed to fierce Muslims

Jews Baha'is and Hindus posed
in poses temples now oppose

the Kama Sutra too ooh-la-la
for the petit-bourgeois members of the BJP

—not opposed to a big GDP
to a loud ATV not opposed to anything

I can see hear or touch
to "enough or too much"—

It's not that I'm opposed
to whatever I should propose

opposing, knowing
knowing is thinning

in the species' extra inning
on a world slow spinning on an

axis slightly tilting
into folly so is it folly

to suppose you could oppose
proposing something to oppose

New book Plot:




Siberia...A lost little girl, lots of different reasons to be thankful for even being alive. 


Can she survive during the Siberian Depression?

Can she really become all of who she is?

Title:

Siberia Decour

Nights of the Family

Cold Life

Etc..

The plot will thicken, just need more creative thought towards it.

Peace!

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Matt 28:20


    The best thing about Jesus is that he doesn't lie, when he comes to save, he    doesn't leave any out. 

     His love is stronger than the brightest flame, and his grace, mercy, and beatitude higher than any mountain. 

Starland

Starland
I lived in Starland
With all the fellow saviors and saints
choosing patiently to divide the grate and canister
barren fellows without knowledge or understanding
of desire A church fiend whatcha call it detailed features
I was flying intrinsically away from the cauldron
flaming in my sephis mind
The beautiful midnight glory
reminding me every time
-KD
Poetry to me has always been away to express creative identity otherwise not known in the current world we live in. We are so oppressed as to what we can do, about our inner relationships.
To prove me anything, I first need an example of the subject, or substance. Something to grasp onto, to remind me that it indeed can be a real form of something, and that to me is a poets meaning.