Looking forward into the past

Let us gather together as the days become fewer and the time rolls into the distant past remembered. Follow your fortune of gold and silver your values vary with age. Look far beyond the wealth; for many may be a few. The harvest of wheat is in from the field the table is all but set. Read not the day for the time is stolen from ours.

Watchful eye

The valley of death hears the echoes of the cries from the warriors of the Sumerian River Valley... Keep watch as the window is open for the arid land...

Listen

Walk before the step and look before the mountain... another day befalls the night the brightest star to guide you... day beyond the day lies to the east... the valley echoes the hallowed horsemen cry... the Samarian desert valley, ride high the horsemen the shallow end is deep... clashes and sounds rings through the air... breathing gray smoked air...

The way

Sounds of the calm before the tides of the storm crashing in with waves so high they smother the helpless victims. Days before you washes the indignant away with the tide. The righteous inherent of the Lords eternal favor.

The search

The time is of the new before changing of the hands before the days of tomorrow. Cross the rivers through the mountain, use the narrow road winding around the mountain of the Euphrates. The mountain pass hold the area next to the hidden safe area of close. Check beyond the time at present to search the time of old.

Watch without warning

Ashes of the trees tossed about in the wind advancing the storms to the center of the sea. Watchful peers of the wicked, weary are the merciful before the point of the star is rounded to the entrance of the shelter of the storm. High thrown waters are tossed with spearing waves upon the waters are the dangers timed with age. Watch treated not as warning, time not delayed.

The night of the stranger

Wandering of the deciples into the territory of the todays day. The night of the stranger who tapped the shoulder, was recognized to be one amongst you. Further I say unto you for the land of the forgotton shall cease with time and existence of the future to restore the throne at the altar. For verily I say with the voice from afar the Lords sound is an utterance of the spoken word to the deciple unto you shall the words of me be chosen.

Change

Careless are the times without reason before all change upon the earth falls fast upon the eve to the darkness of eternal light. A wind in the funnel of twisting the time in the air inviting the wool of the sheep of darkness of the cloth. Backwards are the bending bows of the tortured reigns of the sack of the cloth. Beware of the demon of the sainted on high for the mass of the highest order is the vision.

The vision

Wander before the time into the very narrow of new, a beginning before the age of tomorrows. The newness carries a vision before the waters edge. Walking steps along the path lead before a mountain pass unknown but by a few.Walk the path in twos, side by the other as with the darkness is before you. The brightest star shall aide in light for the distance is many. Surrounding the opening is a covering, hidden is the safe area of close.

Yesterdays are tomorrows day

Where has all the life of the heart gone. Yesterdays were full of time and caring, but our todays have withered and blown in the wind. The breeze swiftly with a gail swirled it about, never shall I say its gone forever. Time is but a minute to the hour to come again...I will always love you

Morning has broken

Morning clouds worked the light upon the sun. Beautiful shades of coral and pearls of whispy clouds. wondering amazement of willful desires changing times to be. The soul of a person lies deep within, possessions of decency are the loving desires unfullfilled but by one. The dream is far but within hand of the farthest reach. Something that yesterdays were unable to answer. Forever is with you.

The arrival

Whisper softly the sounds of beautiful harmony as the anchors of the soul softly echoes. Angels dance with joy to the jubilant measure of time before them. Answers welcome the hour of the time before the Lord.

SUNRISE

Watch when you give of the time before you, the past be not but a chance without a beginning. Look into the eyes of tomorrow, the glimmer of a reflection is the image of brilliant colors of a golden treasure.

The passage

Around the path of the narrow crossing is the bridge between two points. Watch the miss of the rock, for a fall is sudden, surely as it would be a tumble would break a fall. Strike the pass with marked memory, follow as where you have been, to the end of the road lies forward to an untraveled destination.

Window of darkness

Watch for the night is to fall so softly over the moon shadow. Misty eyed and salted breeze blows through the willows tunneled by time. Window of space drops dew, the grass so sweetly smelling, seeing hours before time is void no one sees a shadow.

Beauty of Love

In all the days that tomorrows of the time shall bring I want to spend them with you. Your only my reason for the love I have seen no one loves like you. All of the beauty I feel inside belongs to the heart who gives it to me. Your loving is so kind so much I have never seen or felt by someone so loving as you. A one-of-a-kind love affair so original so unique God's love shown to both of us we are so deserving. Your all I need forever is you to love for the rest of my life. To you with love from your loving one.

Haze

Water the sound of rushing waves hitting against the side of the rock. Slowly is the motion upon which the time crawls into the distant land of the mirror image of tomorrows past.Sifting the sand throws the hour before the hand comes closer to the folded crease. Crawling ahead is but a stop before the time of the richest wealth to become the tiring of the many. Poor sight not seen is the paired vision.

Sarcastic Sam: squirrels are nuts

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Sarcastic Sam: squirrel pilfers a flag

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Sarcastic Sam: i found bigfoot

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Sarcastic Sam: i found bigfoot

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Sarcastic Sam: secret list of mayan contacts

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Sarcastic Sam: what hurricane?

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Silver Lining

The tide is thick in the haze assaulted by the moon. Blowing in the distant air is the wind beyond the shadows . Cast far beyond the line to the vison of the promise.

Tomorrows Day

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Dawning

Wander slowly into the dessert the shadow of the sun lies quickly against the sand. Go into the mountains as the days of tomorrow are but drawn into the pale shadows. Walk as though you are facing the sun with your eyes turned towards the stars. Look into the distance of the shadow of the noon day sun. Tomorrows of the moon are but the trails of the time to be. Watch for the cast of the wind as it whistles through the hallows of the trees. Warnings of the new of the ancient of old are the memory of the new existing dawn.

Odes: The day of the deciple

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Beginnings

When the days become faster of our tomorrows, the rollling of the time quickly stops to gather the moss on the far side of the road.Tread safe the distance between the farthest points as the days of the time shall lead you before te beginning of a new time of all days. Weary are those who travel without direction for theirs is not. Direct the given course by the mariners watch at night. The stars are but hanging in the sky for the safety of the distant land.

Journey

Once the time is of the hour before us the nights grow dim and thick with haze of gray. Mountains and rivers are before the time of you, the river is walked beside into the passage you shall meet the cavern under the mountain. Safe is the area of close hidden by the brush.