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This is the latest addition to my art gallery of Telecasters. What possessed me to buy something with such sadistic looking graphics? You’re probably asking yourself. Your guess is as good as mine. I actually wondered the same thing about the Artist ( Shepard Fairey) and his fixation on “Obey Propaganda” in his highly popular works of art. I went here OBEY, to his about page and read in his words EXACTLY what he means by the statement. I STILL DON’T HAVE A CLUE.
Wait what was that noise?
IT’S ALIVE IT’S
You Saw it coming, I Saw it go…
I was younger then. Foreknew what I Saw, but in verity, still don’t know.
Before you Saw it coming, I’d begun to See a light.
For the Sake of all concerned, you Sacrificed the happiness of one.
I never Saw it coming…barely even knew I was there.
A child, just learning what happiness might be, gifted ponies taken by three, and painted carrousel figures never making their rounds.
You Saw them coming…long after I Saw them go.
The Sun burst forward Tuesday evening with the largest Solar Flare in over five years. According to the Federal Space Weather Prediction Center, in Washington D.C., the flare, or charged particles of the burst, should reach earths atmosphere around 7A.M. Eastern Time, tomorrow morning.(Thursday, March 8, 2012)
Forecasters say the flare is rapidly increasing in size, and holds possible threats to power grids, GPS, Air traffic controls, (both in the air, and on the ground). ![4974263471_4dbfd9f78b_s[1]](http://sonsothunder.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/4974263471_4dbfd9f78b_s11.jpg?w=175&h=275)
Scientist Joe Kunches, of the National Oceanic, and Atmospheric Administration said; “It’s hitting us right in the nose”, calling it the sun’s “Super-Tuesday”.
The initial affects of the particular solar storm could last through Friday, and also have several after flashes even into next week. According to these same forecasters, the charged particles will hit the earth at 4 million miles per hour.
Meanwhile, back on the sun, other sunspots are poised to explode projectiles towards earth. Scientist are unsure of the impact, or damages these particles may inflict on earth when it hits, and at this time, they, like the rest of us can only wait and see. Continue reading
Terrified, he ran to cross the road, leaving behind foreboding abode.
Never looked back from then till now, the house in the shadow of creak and howl.
Only the memory could haunt him still, he left the spirit behind until,crossing the street met evil did he, no will to turn, nowhere to flee.
Quickly descending rathskeller beneath, the man at the door his portion bequeathed.
Je ne sais quoi notably exuded , So let the doorman bear what evil intruded.
Suddenly shaken aft slamming door, paralyzed in fear of appalling horror, as the doorman transfigured to lusus naturae.
What abhorrence crept in that cold misty night? Trapping him in his own selfish plight?
Nothing is known from that moment till now, of the man from the house of creak and howl.
Some say he was eaten, or buried alive.Others say he’s the statue,self petrified, but of certainty his spirit remains… evil it was indeed.
willis-©-2012
So? What’s the big argument in the largest Christian (Protestant) denomination in the United States, of over 16 million members? What’s the real question at hand? Is it-“Should they change their historically racial biased sounding name from “Southern Baptist” to something more “Tolerant,” and inviting”? Continue reading
You chose your way,
so I went mine.
I love you girl, I hope you’re doing fine.
I finally had to do what the good Lord told me was right.
Your face is burned in my mind’s eye,
but I finally learned sometimes it hurts to cry, 
and with a brand new heart now I’m catching the next flight.
It’s amazing the things Satan disrupts,
I think about Tillie, and if she’s had her pups,
and you all alone at home with that blown up car.
I wish I could, but, I could never be there,
I cry you to God every night in prayer…
If you would only surrender girl…
He’ll meet you where you are.
(Chorus)
My world keeps on spinning round and round.
And when it stops, my feet will be firm on the ground.
I shook hands with my maker…
And I surrendered to Him my will…
I’ll be a brand new man when I step off
His Potter’s Wheel.
Second Corinthians five seventeen , is the heart of the Gospel
if you know what I mean.
If not, you should, experience it for yourself.
Couldn’t do it alone, so I’m holding His hand.
Up until now I was a self-made man…
Lord with this mess I’ve made, I really need your help.
I pray to be humble, I pray your will.
I thank you for dieing on Golgotha Hill,
so I can be a new creature, let old things wash away.
Let me be not conformed to this world,
but rather transformed with my Lord.
And with a brand new mind…I die in Christ each day.
( chorus)
My world keeps on spinning round and round…
And when it stops, my feet’ll be on Holy ground.
I shook hands with my maker…
And I surrendered to Him my will…
I’ll be a brand new man when I step off,
(Chorus)
My world keeps on spinning round and round.
When it stops my feet will be on Holy Ground.
I shook hands with my maker,
and I gave Him my will…
I’ll be a brand new man when I step off
the Potters wheel…
I’ll be a brand new man when I step off…
His Potter’s…
wheel..
©-paul willis-1999
Sun Risen Top- A -Th- Day.
Came Words…it is finished.
And People Began To Say;
Could It Be True? Unspeakable!!!
This Thing We Have Done.
For Truly this Man is the Son of God…
God’s Only Begotten Son.
From Long Ago and Far Away.
If One Listens,
Those Words, They May Hear Us Say.
But, If They Close Their Eyes,
Counting Sheep Becomes counted Cost…
And It Is Their Own Tears They’ll Hear With Mine.
Beneath that Rugged Cross.
©-willis-2012
Seen adrift, sailing her own, manifest burden, Genoa, fore Rome.
Sitting low the hips, lading alcohol filled casks, for makers di vino, its designated task.
Sculling she was, sails torn but full, almost scudding, but yawning for sure.
Hailing at berth, 400 aloof, Captain Morehouse’s suspicions were soon met with the truth, that the “Mary Celeste” had lost her family and crew.
A tragic yarn of Mary Celeste’s entire crew, Captain Briggs, his wife and daughter can be Continue reading
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