Ghost Writer Insomnis

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Foolishness Breeds Arrogance,
Arrogance Breeds Indifference,
Indifference breeds Contempt, a Detachment from Compassion.
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My shadow rushes aimlessly contending with all,
the ending vague, as a tree engaged in its fall.

In my rebellious silence I cry, rescue the only prayer,
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The truth is simple, take a humble approach when you meet the King.
Pride establishes an exclusive agenda of self-reliance. No others can enter the domain of self, not even God, unless of course you let Him in. You are your own king and reign in a territory of your own making. How's it working for you? Does the king possess all he desires? When your heart is complete and you possess all you can possibly hope for, give me a call and we'll talk; until then an honest assessment will bring clarity. You are never more alone then the time wasted gathering what you will never keep. 'Things' and 'stuff' you accumulate today, will be scattered and useless by tomorrow. Ever watch a kid playing video games? He will have dozens tossed all about, and still tell you He's bored. Same premise in life once you get older, just bigger toys. All you believe you own will eventually own you. What do you possess that won't be left behind? Funny, the importance achieved by having 'things' will never compare to the time you gave up helping someone in need; the look in their eyes, the shake of their hand, the friendship integrity brings. By helping others, You will never be alone again. When you were a wee tot did you not have the most fun playing games with your friends, and even sharing your 'stuff' for the games. Same premise later in life, an island is beautiful only when you have someone to share it.

Pride is a lie. It will always help you negotiate a plan to side-step the land-mines of sin; remember Lucifer. He was allowed total reign over the gifts God gave him. Pride set in and so did his Fall. Where pride is you will also find rebellion, both of which create a barrier for others in your life. Your greatness or lowliness is God’s decision.
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Into the darkness or the Light

Be Aware, most trip over the apparent yet still refuse to see,
Some conform, some follow, death stalks but will never catch me,
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Be Aware, most trip over the apparent yet still refuse to see,
Some conform, some follow, death stalks but will never catch me,
A single hope you can trust, Love God and His Truth will set you Free.
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We all search a venue in life for the eternal wherein all questions find resolution. Life is experience, the creation of wholeness from brokenness. The alleged finality of death, serves only to bring forth new life without end, and ultimately deaths destruction.

We struggle with the past toward an ongoing and unforeseen future. How clearly familiar the vision becomes, the seduction of the old nature in a battle for the gift of your soul; akin to prey being unaware of a predator. The stealth of the attack seduces those who refuse to relinquish their rebellious heart. Your are being systematically toyed with as the blade draws closer to your neck.
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No Fear Shall Blind an Eye,
With a Clenched Blade Hilt in Hand.

Commit Thine Heart and Perish the Lie,
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His mocked covering depressed, the two inch thorn,
scourged flesh, bloody, ripped and torn,
The Sacrificial Lamb, innocence born,
we all lived life, in hope forlorn,
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Sometimes we need to explore a situation wearing the shoes of opposition; tattered and worn we begin to understand a reason to search and rescue the vantage point of truth, from a diverse perspective.

Rarely believe only that which you see, for the element of surprise exists whether you see it or not, experience it or not, even participate in it or not. Now, how to transcend the great chasm between our willful desires. We create by the way we see life, respectively. Is it any wonder our journeys are so diametrically opposed? Well then, carefully guide me as a newborn craving nourishment, to the milk of a new philosophy; to your special place where eyes have not seen, nor foot tread upon. We've taken desire on a path beyond all indiscretion and into a reawakening, in a world comatose to the truth.
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Once in a blue lunar eclipse man contends with the demons of his grim existence. Newly born, awakening redemption from the solitude of his fragmented heart emerges the conception of God. It may happen while staring death in the face, or exchanging the love One can only hope for in a lifetime. The knowledge freedom brings when you know that you know there is a God; and the time wasted attempting to figure out a concept made simple enough for a child to understand.. The Main event draws neigh, be prepared not late...

A compelling issue about those who alter their guise, its become a natural position to conceal themselves and/or their intentions. The mask is perfectly proportioned, concealing the truth to appear convincing, as it assimilates the ruse of the masked, well. The game is played to an ineffectual means as the players become more comfortable with deception then reality. The heart reveals the mask none the less, and urges against such use. A show of integrity will remove it before others so all can live and learn by its example. Who one 'really' is, exacts the truth be told; so allow your true character to shine no matter who brings in the darkness. You will either be honored or dishonored in the minds of most on how well you lived a genuine or shrouded life. Earned respect belongs to those who refuse to wear a mask at all costs, and so disavows the reason others may choose to wear one. The lead to remove this comfortable disguise will sting a bit, but the following freedom is genuinely rewarding, ask your heart.....
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My Friend has my back..... sometimes we stumble over the connecting link joining us in covenant. Somewhere lost in the confusion is our own little world we attempt to control without a rudder. Now and here lies our journey. Take time enough to care I'm told it is the essence of fulfillment. So many issues struggle to survive drowning in a sea of indifference, so little effort so little time.
Draw close without hesitation to feel the The Masters heart pulsating with the assurance of eternity, how can anyone ever leave the love that bled out for them unconditionally?
Faith calls to me daily in expectation of His will, a world overwhelming and desiring, strange treasures captivate me still. Yield your heart give rest to the weary, time is short desolation never tarries. My best friend reveals a bridge from my shattered life into the palm of His hand where the healing of my world first began. I live each day to trust Him in a different way, to find and honor him as a friend who saved my life and that I can never repay.
Peace is the reward of His friendship. He promotes the genuine in their determined search for life. His love is our example of truth, a favored bride and wife.
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Life without God is:
Hopeless, Faithless and Loveless,
For the Love of God, The World Exists...
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Outside my dream the spirit calls me to leave,
come back from this toxic journey so that you may breathe,
For Him that watches over my every breath,
I give my heart, my mind, my soul unto the call of death.
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NIGHT - A SLEEPLESS INTERLUDE -
MORNING - A WISH I WASN’T THERE,
QUESTIONING MY EXISTENCE - A DOGMA -
NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE,
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Boredom, a state of mind and a battle.
A contagion feeding upon our pain, hurt, sorrow, despair, uncertainty, distrust, anger, etc. etc... Like a virus, if allowed to mutate it will learn the ways of its host, displaying awesome survival techniques capable of adaptation. Confusion becomes a high priority to gain control of your thoughts, consumed, jaded and suspect. Unchecked the battle initiates a sequence of events deceptively suggesting one to abandon all hope. Never allow superficial trials a place of deepening intrigue into your life!

Your life belongs to only One,
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Consider no stipend
monetary or otherwise;
Nothing is worth the regret
of ultimate compromise?
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Can you discern the freedom of unbarring your soul to the only One who asks nothing in return, but love. What can we offer back but our trust and fears?
One day we will weep no more for we will have given Him both unashamedly.

Truth creates a meaning for our dreams. Ask the questions I may have missed. Write, scribble, highlight, document, journalise, whatever! Get the point across! Do not allow limitations, for life will not hesitate to pass you by.
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Ghost Writer Insomnis Biography

Esteemed Conceptual Artists: True authors of the spirit (poets/writers) LIVE for the impressionistic ideals of their moment.Whom do you consider parched, those which just desire, or those who cannot live without an all consuming creative discipline? Those who are called survive willingly in a timeless void, both in and out of focus. We live and breathe our Stories and poetic verse. Refined and unrestrained; we develop the behavior of our characters' mark, forged forever by a single paradigm, 'ALL MASKS MUST COME OFF'. No illusions of grandeur, no attempt to create the perfect from the imperfect. Genuine or indifferent, the heart speaks clearly. Resolute loyalty, dictates a life masterpiece; an unchallengeable shadow seen in the light by all, misunderstood in the dark by none. Create reasonable doubt in a less then reasonable world. Allow the depth of critical thinking to permeate all perspective of implied intention. (you must be discerning about the truth!) How do we attack? With the acumen of Prose. How do we win? With a unified structure of discontent. Listen to, understand, and speak with all authority, that your intention may be brought to attention. Engage the enemy with a verbal onslaught incapable of retaliation. The whisper of uncertainty has just become the voice of reality, up in your face..... The beginning, an obscure impression illuminates the recesses of darkness, in the void of the ineffectual mind. Now begins the conception of thought. Intense heat, extreme pressure, refine the desired outcome, a multi-faceted gem of perfection; a diamond standard of irrefutable truth, illuminating the clear and focused words of the authors resolve. From the origin of darkness, to the luster of individual standard, the brilliance this gem refracts is a hypnotic allurement. Words Incise through masks of insolence and pretense to the core of their purpose. Intentionally, skillfully, without flaw, a direct assault of disclosure to the astute mind and perceptive heart. BE AWARE my friend, your words like the best of swords are double-edged. You are positioned to pierce and cut through all reason in any event or direction. Will you withdraw, wound, or plunge further to the hilt, leaving no hope, sparing no one? Allow room for personal choice or conviction so the reader desires to continue on your journey. Pose questions you already have the answers for, allowing the reader to enjoy a notorious take at processing the puzzle. The paymaster to the author will however need enough rope to reason with your disciplines for hanging, rather than being hanged in frustration. You can challenge or critically wound by offering an exclusive point of view. But what fun is there in not allowing the reader their own view of the journey? The Ultimate story will always be that of the author, hopefully ever enlightening and never pointlessly oppressing. The sword-bearer must always decide how deeply to trust the decision of their incision. YOUR words will always engage the ultimate success or failure of the piece, at this very point. Choose your words wisely and live well, choose poorly and accept the consequence. God bless you! Joey d. The one thing about those who choose to wear masks is that they do so to hide themselves and/or their intentions. The masks are perfectly convincing in every respect and appear to assimilate the ruse of the masker, well. They are however masks none the less, and must come off so others can and will do the same. The game is still played to an ineffectual means as the players become more comfortable in their deception. Who one 'really' is, exacts the truth be told; so allow your true character to shine no matter who brings in the darkness. You will either be honored or dishonored in the minds of most on how well you lived a genuine or shrouded life. Earned respect belongs to those who refuse to wear a mask at all costs, and so negate the reason others choose to wear one. The lead may sting a bit, but the rewards are great. joey d. respectfully)

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Foolishness Breeds Arrogance,
Arrogance Breeds Indifference,
Indifference breeds Contempt, a Detachment from Compassion.

We Live in a World Lethargic and Asleep,
The Battle, Your Soul and Who Claims the Keep,
Life Challenges, Our Trials Real, as the Fiery Pit without Appeal.

Come friend, into where no other has been Allowed,
the Captive Heart of this man Who stands alone, cast in a Crowd,
You Struggled into the darkness for The Light, Be Proud.

Remorse Impales my Heart, I Choke on the Regret,
I Feel Displaced, Can Fall no Further, Still I Search for It,
the Pain I Feel, Surreal, Cloak not thy Will, while I still have breath.

Prostrate in Humility I prepare to Discern Your Call,
Each Scourge Overwhelms Me, Your Precious Blood did Fall,
My Master, My Papa Your only Son, Silent, as He Tore down Sins’ Wall,
To Sacrifice what no Other Could, Our Debt Paid in Blood, He gave it all.

Now at Last, Together Forever, my Heart you did Elect,
Darkness has Forever Fallen, Thy Will be Done Your Eternal Precept,
My first love never lost, You’re blood Our Freedom, the Ultimate Concept,
Fear only that from these Truths, you Choose to reject.

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