Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening.
ADDENDUM TO MY TIME EARLIER TODAY:
This post five hours ago this morning was to share new work and the creations of a new video stream given
to me in God's Glory to later help a special
person, The words written after
a hard day's work in responsibilities
and prayer. So why worry , does
worrying add a single day, take your troubles, worried thoughts away?
"No my little children, For I am love, mercy, kindness, and the spirit before the
fast. Clean ones body, mind, and
spirit, the soul is washed clean as the
whiteness of the lamb. God is great." He gave us today, words for a new
song, a new idea to create change. He allowed me to transition over into this day five hours ago to
write this song, of which then I laid my
head to sleep, struggling to stay wake.
Sleep in the mess of the world, I wake up to this same day to work for my thoughts and prayers. I will see Issac, give him the video I am creating for him, and God
willing the notes of the universal heavens will transcend down as gifts for you and me. The Cave of Treasures may be a story
from one's time of the flesh.
Flesh the same as your and mine; twisted into to weapons of
hate, war, and death by the EVIL reality of this time, close and so far,
smiling so sweetly, In my face, in a machine with wheels, in my thoughts as pride
becomes my downfall. For I will
be nothing not here, there and everywhere, but possibly pulled by minions using the communicative hot
wires of the hell bound train. Myth,
shit, , The excremental culture book broken into two, my songs on the floor. It is only through
words, our life and deeds wil be
remembered. For better or for worse, they say? Oh how ashamed I will be, on the
floor before the Throne, the lamb, pierces
moves his hand. Metatron shares
what he records. I go to the right, I go to the left,
A dream and a nightmare, I go do good deeds and works, still nothing to show,
hand in hand.
"Ya Ya ya
ya", like my song before; Norm Bullion said, as I say today; "This
is for the Native People!...{to late Baby Tramp}..You got to back me
up!...)". I can write and say the truths or the lies to appease the crowd
of swans and ducklings swimming in the
pool of watery life, like this or that
cyber-matter, ego stroked by the midnight madness of day shopping blues,
TP no-where to be found. I can pretend like #45, but the flesh is the
same, slowly melting away, the one of
the two hundred shared the beautiful
colours of illusion to tease all men of
wants and pleasures. So God bless everyone one of you. Thank you for
your wonderment, as words transcend time and space. One soul had his words, demons , and dreams, I visited him
once, with the lack of respect for the
village of the dead, I was taught a
lesson that day. Mon pere lachaise
cemetery, the story within the sauvage story of life, as my burgundy queen
reminded me of the weakness of my flesdh, blook spilling on the ground from my foot. Unworthiness to share time with the souls of greatness and
shame. I walked to find my friends,
Gave tobacco and prays to the one I
smeared, meeting late Morrison laying
there every so sweetly, humans giving
praise to a pop culture idol transcending time and space. I gave tobacco again, as ones and others asked for a picture of me
between the "Morin" family
grave, and the grave of the one who wrote "...light my fire." God rest his soul. Merci Michelle Campbell,
you were there, that fateful day, we walked among the great emptiness of life,
creation and death, Artists and great humans
to remember what was won and lost? BREAK I apologize for all these words, , the
taking of time and space, but should I? Conditioned to please, symbolic connected to "To plead". Janice Toulouse said "please"
transformed from the notion of the poor
pleading, begging from the rich. The
great Artist Janice Toulouse, an artist and medicine woman
who saved me. IF people do not know,
we lived together for year and some, but my addiction was the worse of me then. Forgive me Janice,
IT is through our women ,we are taught the "Goodness of the Creator, and men watch today, as Naomi tells Ruth
about the rewards of an over flowing cup. God, work and humility governs the day but we are all fallen, and
words will be remembered. as God teaches me. IT was a battle in the mind, as
this song started in the back ground of
life 2017 when as Job, the cards were
dealt, cosmic words shared and exchanged, my writing changed and began that day in praise of God, an angel of passed time , now over my son and
grand daughter.
Dorian, I miss you daily,
you are the blessing she gave me.
Grandchild, read this some day.
So yes, you will worry, but
please do not, Understand why I write
these words, "For [our] days are numbered. as Metatron records the
day. It is for Isaac I realized yesterday as today continues. God bless
you again for your time and ears and
eyes. XOXOXO
Now . .. If one
wants to hear the audio of the video, I am creating now go to my number one
music site to hear it. We have all been there! END OF ADDENDUM
Tansi? My days are numbered, God is great, thinking of a
young indigenous man at a crossroad, just like me so many years ago. Now today, at that same crossroad, I put my
hands in the Creator's hands for the battle ahead. AS the lyrics of my new song
goes:
The Battle of Madness
Lyrics & Music by Donald Morin
Written for the Glory of God, and the son of Man.
Who is Coming Soon.
The Battle of Madness
The battle of
Spirits, Inside/outside
the mind of life, madness, gentleness,
anger seeping around
edges. Madness yes,
we are all going mad. The desire of love,
mercy, compassion,
verisimilitude searching, surfing, browsing
the interpretations of words,
bit data codes 0s & 1s text, images, streams a/v madness
fake rivers of sacred water
and fiberglass canoes.
Fake life all around, masks for many
the hidden madness of the aging mirror.
Take a second look, Am I real?
Gripping onto the wheel.
driving thru the words of time and space.
God is great, God is good, Jesus,
I know is coming soon.
He was with the red race, black race,
yellow race, and then
the white race.
This age of Aquarius begins,
sorrow after sorrow mounts the scales.
Mercy angels waiting, flaming swords held
by others armor tighten and fit
Feathers rest , The
Golden Throne shines.
Seven Candles light,
the lamb of God walks by,
his hands every so lightly
brings the fire seven
fold,
I write and wake
Fear and trembling
Madness found me
Crossroads bound
Take a second look, Am I real?
Gripping onto the wheel.
driving thru the words of time and space.
Jesus coming soon.
Issac , a word time pass
awakes for the new man
the new woman, young and old giving
our love abound
Madness trips,
Oh SO deep, A better day, new day,
new earth, words not
bound.
