DAWN GOES DOWN TO DAY

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; but only for an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. By Robert Frost.

Robert Frost said, “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.” A lot of ☆poetry is about loss.

For me, (Frankie) “I can’t do ☆this anymore.” I’m broken by life. Too much effort needed to hold onto life that can’t be held. Everything ends up in the ground. Frankie The Earthman.

Nothing gold can stay. Bon Voyage, I have been trying to end the misery of writing for a while now, it is a curse.

WHEN IS A PERSON A PERSON?

At conception in a mother’s womb, is there a spark of life, followed by the designing hand of God, or is there just a lump of cells?

Is there evidence of how God and the Holy Spirit feel about this? Look at Luke, beginning at 1:41. From God’s perspective “a person is a person, inside or outside of the womb, so what should ours be?

When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the *baby (*John the Baptist, 6 months in the womb) leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.

So, how could this happen? How does a baby in Elizabeth’s womb know that Mary was carrying the Son of God? Then, in a loud voice Elizabeth exclaimed, “Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.

This event was/is evidence of the work of the Holy Spirit. With the natural mind, many cannot grasp this supernatural occurrence. Seek The Spirit.

A lot of us need a leap of faith, and then God will work. Frankie The Earthman.

Don’t be a “wild boar of a person”, be still and know there is a God.

FABRICATING TRUTH

Fabricating truth is deceptive and dangerous. The spirit of Baal that has fallen upon America works towards the altering of perception. Reference: J. Cahn, THE RETURN OF THE GODS. Let’s study.

In worshipping the “One true God” there is an ultimate and objective reality, a unifier, a standard by which all can be discerned, understood, measured and judged. God is truth. Where there is more than one God, the door is opened to many truths and conflicting truths, which leads to no truth.

By making our own idols we are fabricating our own gods, our own reality, our own truth. When creating truth, truth becomes a fabrication and ceases to be truth. In holding on to one’s own truth, truth ceases to be. 2 + 2 = 4, it can never equal 5. A signature sign that Baal has subverted a culture is that culture will turn from objectivity to subjectivity.

So as Western civilization and America turned away from God, they began undergoing a process of ‘subjectification’. Both have moved away from the concept of truth itself, and if there ever was truth to begin with. THIS SUBJECTIFICATION

changed our language. Truth has become what is true for the individual. Absolute, ultimate, or any truth was / is dying. Sad to say, we have regressed to the fact that if one’s personal truth contradicts reality, then reality needs to be bent into conformity.

Sorry to report that this is where we are in today’s culture and society. Lawlessness is on the rampage. The world is moving ever closer to a platform to welcome the Anti-Christ and the Tribulation Period. Don’t shoot me, I’m only playing the piano. Comments by Frankie The Earthman.

Dawn

THE DINNER TABLE

My childhood, friends and family, loved one’s gathered around the dinner table … These gatherings seemed to die out in the late sixties in my teenage years, I miss them terribly.

Times change, people change, life speeds up way too fast, and goes by way too fast. This Thanksgiving, as we gathered, sitting around the table, my wife, son, and dog at our feet, I was reminded of how important those times were and can be.

I think of my daughter in South Carolina and wish we could be together. I think of past friends and wish we could be together also. It really concerns me that in our culture today we spend most of our time staring at our phones. Something beautiful has been lost, and will probably never be regained.

There is an event that a lot of people are probably unaware of, that will take place at a future date in heaven. It is called “The marriage supper of the lamb.” Apparently God thinks these gatherings around tables, with friends, family, and loved ones, is also of crucial importance. Frankie The Earthman.

I remember when …

THOUGHTS ON THIS THANKSGIVING SEASON

Could there be a more fulfilling accomplishment? … Is there a more pure desire than to want the perfect love of God, our creator. What sweeter words could could fall from the lips of a child wanting to rest in the safety, promise, and comfort of his Father, creator? What could be grander than to be whisked into outer space by Jesus, God’s firstfruit of the power of the resurrected life; and behold the universe from HIS perspective, “The One” that spoke everything into existence? What could bring more peace and purpose to life, than ‘the calm’ that would come from knowing the curse on mankind is over, and you/we have achieved the promise of life eternal? No more tears, loss of life, deception, destruction, as we come into the full revelation of God’s original intentions and plan for the gift of life that He has freely given? Tell me please, what is greater than these things? … Written this pre -Thanksgiving day, as the Spirit of God falls on my head like warm oil and covers me in thankfulness. Frankie The Earthman. Happy Thanksgiving all, especially to Mizuho, Lauren, Ari’el and Princess Aja, all true gifts from God.

The creator and His creation, we must wake up to the glory of God.

PERMISSION TO USE OUR BATHROOM

OR BETTER TITLED: THE DAY BETH ANN. WANTED TO TAKE A DUMP IN OUR PORCELAIN CONVENIENCE.

My Japanese wife, 14 year old son, and I live on a mountain. It’s a nice Mountain Home, with the Appalachian Trail virtually in our backyard. It’s a comfortable Mountain Home but we only have one bathroom.

Beth Ann, our one and only close neighbor knocked on the door one day. I answered the front door and greeted her properly. I say to her, “What brings you over here today Beth Ann, you know it’s kind of stifling hot out there.” She replied as she reached around and pulled her red rose pink flowery summer dress out of her hiney, and said, ” I know this is unusual, but may I use your bathroom my toilet is stopped up.” Fear began at my tailbone and shot up my spine like a fiery dart. You see Beth Ann weighs in at about 475 pounds. She was sweating profusely and smelt like a combination of sweat, dirty clothes, and cheap cologne. She smelt just like her husband, and I know he uses Brut aftershave.

Before I answered her, I think my pupils must had dilated. I began to think of her big behind sitting on my toilet. If just one of her cheeks was to slip through and get lodged in the toilet, she would be stuck there and I would have to call 911 to pry her out. Not only that, I feared that since we didn’t have a fan in the bathroom, the smell of her poop, sweat, dirty clothes, and aftershave would forever linger and waft up my nose, at any thought of her taking a dump in our bathroom. My nose would be in shock forever.

Thinking quickly, I lied to her and told her my son was taking a bath. She was very anxious and seemed like she couldn’t wait as she pivoted around and turned to leave. Upon taking her first step she made this monstrous fart that went right down my throat, and I threw up all over the front yard and passed out. I woke up in a minute or so with my wife standing over me, shaking me and asking me if I was alright. She said I was mumbling over and over again while shaking my head, “Permission denied, permission denied.”

Look at those ears. Princess Aja.