Inspiration

By Charles Raymond

The standard in which the literary work is presented is not short of the Hand of Truth. The commentary orations are vastly focused on the deep processes of our inner-most knowledge, wisdom and understanding. Mysteriously inspiring are the songs and poems. The scan of ages are script to produced the mystical flow of prudence alone. Captivating, riveting and new soaring in the grasp of growth. Its short stories are idealistic of Poe, Shakespeare, Twain and Whitman: Brilliantly grasping the independent notions of the ancient articulation of dialect (amongst great thought and in the regions of sociality). Where the mystery is simplicity and all there with-out is a cannibalism of "a self." The script show the full and fair view of paradise less conscious; prosed in the foundation of versed literature's best and brightest, (Now Angelo and Picasso).

It's incumbent upon this source to provide the layered expressions of language, to ideally fundamentalize the questions to civilization. A break away ministry tied to pure gold. It entraps the simple with extra ordinary anciently simple literary expression of extensively unused doctrine. The Author excavates simple principles with an elaborate justification of knowledge. Not the ideology of our normally mundane-ordained opinion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Aug 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781490707433

Charles Raymond

The Author elaborates in terms of experience. Denoting the essences of the readers expectations; eccentrically in the ecclesiastical echelons of pithy sentences and physical science. His ability to embody knowledge is exclusive and percussion oriented, even as he relate to the human psyche: where the terms of ones own perceptions are challenged with human rational and absolute truth: he grips the mind and escorts it's inhibiters to the cusp of what it hopes for, to be taken on roads once traveled.

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Table of Contents

Per Chance

Go Deep

Her Blackness

Embedded Bayou

The Cask Of Ravageable Love

The Spear Stared In…

Inspiration

Navigate

That’s What We On

The War Room

The New Nature’s Leisure

I Wanna

Lamentations—(The Ins And Ofs)

Intrigue

Color Me Beautiful

Bread And Wine

A Nobel Sir’

A Dayin The Life

Faithtool 1*2*3*

Gliding Like Life Owes Me…

I Couldn’t Compete With The Sky

I Want To Recognize

In The Morning

Jenny

Murray Park

Northern Exposure

Oh; How Do I Love Thee

Searching For Love At Ease

Sunday Morning…

Tution—Lution

The Diary Of A So-Called Mad Man

Under The Layer I Come From

Until The Wind Calls

In The Lion’s Den

On To Flash

When I Knew God…

We Be Fruit

In memory of Tariah and Kevin

Dedicated to Jada

Per Chance

T o suffer outrageous prosperity, to move forward against it by any means necessary to ones own hurt and vanishment. Oh, to set back and do nothing in the same thing.

None is excused who linger upon all lazy fellows to insinuate retire whereof. We established within ourselves life’s circumstances, at the exact rate of our experiences. Outrageous prosperity is the wave of such conflictions, and opposition is viable to live within life. We are confident in the essence of our movement. The spoils of victory are our reward, that all is made for. It is filling and very conviently desirous for us poor to be rich; if only to dream even the dream of the reality that has come and teaches thus to be so inclined.

This is why we seek the same ole song (but when, such is insanity). Ahh, there is hope (the hub) for it is where the chance lie. And to consider is to try, although by it fluttery lingers, then lingers even more. None called for its texture of experiences. Wherein the capital status imperially reins upon the heir and the essence of a rejected emotional true is where all come to rest. Wait, wait I say and see won’t we give the same thing. There’s the respect, it is foolishness in waiting. None calls for its texture of experiences. Divorce therein is a necessary delay; for it could be now (we cry). Sure he could seriously look at only himself, even if it would wound himself. Oh and to hope in the same at your expense hereafter. It’s an endless deep circle, it confuses the will of an unperceived hope, then encourages our rather and insinuate happiness whereat.

Go and be gather at which we totally don’t understand though we understand we clearly them to be and understanding is why we come; to not be the results of the lower and empty thrust of disesteems. As to them also of great fullness, by even acknowledging that the likes exist in his contemplation; for here at are the spectacles, the maylayed maximizations in the frontals of No. And in its respects, in its excerpts surely lies the inspiration for creation. The plateau of hopes, that in so does the lower turn away squarely to give surly in thereto. Careful oh you and nymph thy orisons in prayers of oration. Perchance thy quietness may understand thy truth and judge my greed alone when you do recall judging my soul.

My son perchance it’s the hell of kings and these are the fundamental uncertainties that make an objective summary of meaning in world conglomeratics…

Go Deep

W hen the great One spoke, we listened carefully and attentively did we listen. When the commission went forward, we coward and shied away. The dream is almost done; the work before us is the last. We have been commissioned to speed up that day of revelation and we know this to be true. Remember, who looked over "the mountain top " and who has seen the Promised Land. The time is now to teach our young to be human rights activists, to demand justice by being engrossly involved. This alone will demonstrate attentiveness and more importantly draw on the reality that we live in and the absolute truth that we are of. The true spirit of the " Emancipation Proclamation " is to capture the reason for brotherly love; this Proclamation is at the fingertips of this generation. It is not lost, it is not late, it is at hand. Therefore, let us call for prudence and intellect to be the course, for the purpose of the now manifested promise. The desires of our hearts shall reign in ultimate reality and that to be a beacon for all of mankind.

Are these words we must use to motivate us to movement and to be the righteous of God’ Son or shall we count on our own words? I say; show some restraint! The spirit of man is light; it shines throughout the world in everyone. It calls on the sprit of man to vibe (you are Alive-of Alive-of-Alive) and some don’t respond. Because they don’t recognize the realness of spiritually being, they don’t know who or what they are themselves. And still they are handmade. How great must that be; to be in the land of the living and be dead (alive). You are the salt of the earth; if the salt loses its savor where else can it be salted. You poor, mournful, meek, hungry, mercifully pure, peacemaker, you. I know who you are.

This is the Anthem of the Called and the Chosen you are, the prayers are prayed, the wounds are recognized and the meek is become us, this is our inheritance; this Earth (Alive-Alive-Alive), and the sky is the top of the pot. We are all part of the problem. We are all part of the solution. We are to . . . bare the infirmities of the weak. We could hold each other up. Still, we all prosper and maintain good health, even as our souls prosper.

I protest against the established norms, I demonstrate against its core. I will offer civil disobedience to a nonviolent promise and revelation through the Greatness of the Righteousness of God Almighty. With said promise; prioritizing the points of true light, educating one another through World History and Spiritual Warfare. We have to use what we have before we lose it to the deceit of quick riches; (our nemeses). I know who you are.

The persuasion has got to begin: Young people, young men, prophesy to your brother and encamp around this great city. The keys to death are in our Lord’s hand, not the hand of men. People; Young People, you are not dead, you have a voice and you have been given the authority through Christ Jesus to confound the seemingly established wise. Become dead to their nonsense, be alive to the intent of the righteous, for it is the smart bomb in our future, and our Father who is in Heaven is our missile defense system. They say; A new kind of war, I say, Alright, bring in the new kind of soldier and watch them walk through the fire and not be burned.

Arise you people, young men and women, be heard! I know you are full of matter and your spirit is constrained. Voice your opinions—because as sure as there is life, so too is there a spirit which dwells within you and the inspiration of the Almighty gives understanding. We have the vision; you are the remnant whom the Lord has called, and you shall never be ashamed. Blow your trumpet in this town and sound the alarm in the Holy Land. Let all its inhabitants tremble; for the day of our Lord is now at hand. Let the weak say that I am strong, prepare for war, (Hey, y’all, it’s on). That which you cannot see we will teach you. And know this, God would not