Blameless
You are God’s son
The God of Herman and Jesse
You are blameless
Shameless
But not nameless
You are infinite and shapeless
You are not fatherless
Hopeless
You are endless countless
And of a unique name
You are not alone
You are not tied to wicked Rome
You are boneless skinless
But not heartless
You are immortal sun kissed
And homeward driven
You are of me in me and boundless
Not crownless
You are my breath shaping and moving
I am breathless
To look at you
Watching your every move
You have my heart and my gaze
Nothing will find you to slay you…
I made you
Endless
Boundless
Blameless
Countless
You are God’s son
The son of Herman and Jesse
You are sinless
And have a new name
You come from heaven veins
You came from pure bloodline sunshine
And you’re mine
You have done well
There is no cell no jail and no hell for you
You are my son
You are in me and boundless
Not crownless
You are my breath
And I am breathless
-Jesus-
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175 meters north of madness
(working title)
Bringing out the dead like a wilde-wiked space opera… one by one the dead and the eaters of the dead unfolded their (Dostoveskic), thanic, death train...a hypersonic time quake yielded its living...the apes of god screaming…the possessed…watching in the distance(LUBAY-the Chinese Shakespeare) sits as the king who was no king carving the demons of his time into the silent rock face that would soon be swallowed by time and an insatiable (spirit) -hungry river…the Yangtze…his stories recording an Atlantianic epic that would not be viewed by human souls for another 10,000 years…
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This is the opening sentence for a novel that will incorporate my thoughts while in China on the Yangtze River in March of 2007. It is about a fictitious artist that paints murals on the cliffs of the villages along the river that will knowingly be covered up by a river that will rise from 75meters to 175meters over the next five years due to a massive industrialization project know as the Three Gorges Damn project.
(working title)
Bringing out the dead like a wilde-wiked space opera… one by one the dead and the eaters of the dead unfolded their (Dostoveskic), thanic, death train...a hypersonic time quake yielded its living...the apes of god screaming…the possessed…watching in the distance(LUBAY-the Chinese Shakespeare) sits as the king who was no king carving the demons of his time into the silent rock face that would soon be swallowed by time and an insatiable (spirit) -hungry river…the Yangtze…his stories recording an Atlantianic epic that would not be viewed by human souls for another 10,000 years…
************************************************
This is the opening sentence for a novel that will incorporate my thoughts while in China on the Yangtze River in March of 2007. It is about a fictitious artist that paints murals on the cliffs of the villages along the river that will knowingly be covered up by a river that will rise from 75meters to 175meters over the next five years due to a massive industrialization project know as the Three Gorges Damn project.
waking destiny
WAKING
DESTINY
original word document is currupt this work(complete/200pp) exists only in hard copy as of 12.25.2009 fj
it is copyright protected through USA...
claushtane bertron
DESTINY
original word document is currupt this work(complete/200pp) exists only in hard copy as of 12.25.2009 fj
it is copyright protected through USA...
claushtane bertron
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