I was born on a “Wednesday”- but not yesterday’s, “Wednesday.” Some claims cousin while they party and play together. Tricksters, if tricks are rolled up in sleeves. Broken ribs, wants more than 1 Charlie’s but only worth something in another man’s arm. Scumbag attitude that never refuses sex from a man or woman. These conspiracies won’t stop as long as my wife and stepdad keep chases at me. Start calling me a mice because I’ve given up most of my old ways. The vessel of Jesus Christ stays when I’m dirt but the soul produces proof of prophecies.

“Wednesday” -it’s as sitting still on a bench in a park while watching pigeons walking close by you. Even without inspiration, I’m inspired to write so my messages will reach the right types of some. This is my life, but games been playing without me playing apart. Seize, caput! Come to an end. It’s a dead end road, once I leave it all to my father within the 3 rd heaven’s-” Jesus Christ!” Now, I’ll have to take a pause to preserve my phone battery.

I’ve shared embarrassing moments, personal moments, my views and perspectives. It’s not only my heart scraped up, also Charlie Mickey Price. Thought geological locations would make changes but I was wrong, yet still I’ve came across a lot of psychopaths. “Wednesday” – maybe there’ll be words of my next destination but it will be the beginning footsteps of my next path.  It will be so much pleasure speaking with you’ll, whether near or far- once I’m stabled and humbled as a tamed wild horse. So much I want to talk about but only little I can say. Even through the deep depression phases, Christ still shineth his light on me to remind me that – “I have seen the light!” -*Exousia*

Once a man is spiritual, believe it’s the more pain he feels; Many visions washed away plus plenty of dreams spoiled because of the violations of my civil rights. But after all there’s claims attached stating facts it’s not an obligation but respectfully, request! “Wednesday” – I was born on a ” Wednesday” – but it wasn’t last week’s, last month’s, nor was it last year’s! Live life has pleased but don’t drag everyone down with you( crab inna barrel). Please and thank you, ‘stop the witchcrafts.‘ They’ve hijacked my mind and brain but I’m still in charge of this vessel until my Father’s return. *Exousia*

“25 Countries” – now have the knowledge of what I’ve learned and ciphered. There’s so many some that are very illiterate, they’re the some who uses their mind to play tricks against and on you. Most of the times you have to participate to see how nefarious they are. My ancestors were paroah and I’ve been observing how they’re too many hateful some’s. I’m being watched, but Christ is also watching straight from the Golden Flaming Chariot. I’ve paused elevation to step down to get on their level, because I’m trying to understand everything single some.

“25 Countries” -was the cost for 1/8 but now everyone have their own price. I’m no longer young nor still in my prime. Nature’s pulling me closer to all God’s tiny creations like magnets. Al these thoughts came straight from the bottom ventricles. Almost,  got killed many times but yet still, I carried the weights on my shoulders. Looking, watched, listened and observed some: where’s the love? Does everyone know not of love? 3Phrophets or not doesn’t change the facts, man can’t change man’s beliefs!

“25 Countries” – via writing these thesises, podcasts, and poetries. Did the same, when I can hear Styles-P name calling. Now he’s probably thinking, Dido! Left my shame trees by the bedside before, I came outside this morning. Good morning, 1 and all. Thanks for your support, encouragement, energy and much more important Love. Love me, I love you!*Exousia*

Didn’t wanted to speak 2 early but I’ve been passed pissed 1/2 + bringle. Even if I’m @ a 1/4 % in mathematics. I can be happy 1/2 the × but before to sleep or early to rise? Bread in the oven bakeN. Lots of mixed feelings & emotions turning my mind against me? Oh, God!!! Royal man! Personal veteran issues (V.I.), transform as mucus turned to matter to the whole world. Dreamth thoughts of being “like #23” before wheates had a little add. Even tried working odd jobs from 5-7+ some starts as grave yard shift @ 3:30 inna mornin’. *Exousia*

Everytime I steer at the sun, it gets closer and closer. If I could only hear thy Lord thoughts: ” Do you know what I have to go through to keep you humans alive?” So yeah though I mentioned my name because we’ve been miseducated for too long; where truth kept in dark, secrets took form. Too many of thy blessings have been tortured and dreams ripped apart. You know the saying: ” big city folks do need a tour guide, you pay to learn.” You feel some energies, so much hatred even in some movements. Forgotten movements of clarity darken with black clouds via mental illness but in some cases it’s some 3 letter organizations. Call these thoughts wrong. It’s my allegation to be able to harness my obligation to overcome some personalized, computerized Mind bobbling tricks no treats as if it’s Halloween in the spear of the moments. So there for I have to share what I’ve witnessed. Giving blood praying and having mental practice as a gym rat. Scents of fresh bread baking at a factory was a whiff that stretched my mind way far not to mention beyond planets I’ve toured without an open door. Steering above at the sun has I remember vivid glimpses of Christ Jesus on the cross. My shadow is not behind me it’s beside me. I tap my finger tips as the wind blows. If I was to write a will right now, it would be sorry ain’t nothing left I gave it all to some. I know my wrongs and I know my, “Rights”. I not young any more, just can’t keep using the bottom of my feet as a wallet. Why pay maintenance fees for the temple then saying “is this love, is this love” as if it’s a Bob Marley mix tape? I wanna know, wanna know now? Cause I threw my cards on your table. My biggest excuse is, it wasn’t my fault. But I’ve been missing those days when I was young and free as Adele. *Exousia*

Been an expert since young even trained with dogs how to run. Dodging and ducking in trenches since young Took till aged to realize, I was born as a priest. Certainly words to say always coming up missing. Eversince growing up I’m always thinking something else is missing.till my front tooth came out missing. Now hearing words in frequency since I done got my wisdom teeth removed. Only great men reminiscing; can’t dough from people placed them all in rears. Wishing I could disappear or Walk through the open, floating in the air. To the way I’ve been lead to bread, to way life left me felt; no way should I still want to be next to another human type but cause I’m the gaape only heart beat dropped a certain percent. Till I still walk and keep my head steering above in the skies; cause 2 many enemies in disguise hiding in plain site as a commercial in a desert playing with hide then go seek. I won’t compile a million dollar rhymes but I got an incline to a quarter plus a dime to day to my total net worth. Even during an era of revolters, revelation rebels; still crossing train lines after dark. Though I might not have interior decorating as in certification; whist cleaning, clothing or coming: there’s always different colors in-between, 10 black draws. Now I’m just 1 step awake from falling asleep. Not 2 sure what’s my purpose anymore. Some men used hollow point as credit abusing the borta system for a lesser of charge even citizenships. Cause I’ve done used Alexa for some trees. *Exousia*

Set the clock alarm to the time when this is not going to be a conversation; it’s best to utilize words to create pictures to imprint an art, sounds, colors, scents and etc. The refrigeration unit built within the temple of men to leave ice in veiSetns; humankind became human types mentally. When there’s amenities involved the attitude and behaviors is as if, your in debt. This is the era of the revolters, rebels even without causes but yet still there’s an effect that infected us all. Maybe I’ve never confess about never written a suicidal note, then this will be close. I’ve been violated mental, physically, in just about all allies. Whenever a person can not profit off of words and is a physically disabled veteran it’s problems. Scammed, scanned, shunned and all of the above etcs. Aka’s I’ve ever owned are Royal, Rassie, but now it’s a lot; happens to be quotes. This is worst than disturbances; playing with people mind, thoughts, voice box, ear drums, hobligota, mimicking paperwork in government systems. Using money as power to buy mines, thoughts, words, ideas. That’s all that dreams and visions built under and from start. What’s left of this world has nothing to do with my heart; I must be in love with pain, so I continued and sustain with while being disconnected. I have to literally detach, my feelings, pain and what some would say emotions; emotions really is feelings, thoughts, and a lot of wreched memories that stained the brain made it tainted. Rassie was a family aka given but now it’s broadcasted just as much as what they’re doing with my thoughts. Plain tricky and with words that are not forthcoming of fitness and sweetness as fruits well ripe. Blocking voices unwanted travellers, what this means maybe I’m microchipped. May it for sure if and only I wasn’t who the creator made me to be. Life wouldn’t have meant nothing at all to me, discontinued but I’m only mostly invisible. I’ve already repented, now I’m afraid to pray or go looking in the mirror and I’m not sure if these are my reminders of Christ. My mother carried me, my father made me and no I wasn’t drop to or on earth. The same organs within your temple that’s keeping us alive is the same organs that eat away everything inside out to the flesh once the heart stops. Where should I bring this weekend head educational of enlightenment brought to from a little tiny spot in mine because my brain been hijacked but yet still I’m the one that’s terrified whilst I should feel terrific. Instead I’m feeling treated as if, terrorist. Didn’t I explained who I am? A Prophet, a Priest, a Philosophy, the Magician, the Son of Israel plus etc. Not to the least I have named a few. Rassie! I’m in the shadows of slim shady, shading in my moments from shadie people listen to Sade music such words as ” Cherish The Day.” Ask me the forecasting of Earth’s courses, go ahead backwards to look into the intoxication of earthworms with corruption and violence just to list 2. Rassie! Rassie! *Exousia*

Still throdding( walking) and searching for inspiration; lately been only inspired by a few people but mostly inspired by the chirping of birds, flew close by me birds, blue jay birds that song for me earl mornings. But I felt like as if Joshua has lifted a few spirits that surrounds a few people. Every train horns, every day; can’t neglect few car horns; even forgot to mention vehicle horns in distances but some not so distance. Ech, I’ll just say a could still feel my father traveling through everyone’s energy. Read, just one(1) article about nirvana but never thought going through it would have felt so christ-ly ( feeling everything energy on earth even the spins); only sabotage self ( it’s a long line from here to the River Nile and I’m the first in line) would save me, even my ear drums ringing. Now, all I hear is whispers from the digital background do via the wind; and once I’m lifted off, a spliff(marijuana) feels as Sampson did. In conclusion, now I listen to the listeners listening into my mind and atmosphere received the echoes has transmitted speeches.

With all signs and wonders: This is now the beginning of serious times. No seas, no oceans or waves cause water had ran dry but it’s a lot of tides. Doctored self,policed self, be an island itself just won’t help. Not working, still paying rent; With a little bit of money and low health. Still, there’s a lot of doctors in conference. When since? Being real, speak truth and be honest became as soft and became a model of medical abbreviated colpos? Computerized(Mind Narrators) thy(I) mind but yet still, I won’t shut it down.

Mesopotamia been discovered since, 12000 BCE; Mesopotamia means being Black!( Middle of the Tigris River is Black/ Immortal). Now, it’s all twisted; just Black and White lines. In the mesos (middle) of life on this earth: we have discovered the end. But Potamos(river) runs dry cause the stomach said I’ve spoken too much? Anyhoo, lot of evil still exist. So the devil they are summoning. But, thy father has been risen once again. Hunted a hint of knowledge after learning the basics of science. Yet as wisdom slept, I’ve been awoken. I’m a guest of my gesture to abolish crime and violence yet I’m still in disagreement with this system. Still doing duties even without amenities. My only glout(bragging/showing off) is happiness and it’s just a spark. *Exousia*

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“New Beginnings”. “New Beginnings” -starting from scratch; Scraps, zeros; no Zorro’s! But, well, such is life! Everything started from 0, for a reason. Homelessness again, cheer up! While the drops keep pouring. I’ve witnessed so many things and kept it to myself. Been ambushed and shooted @. Been on the road all morning, day and evening and now it’s night fall. ER- here I come, please may I have some treatments? Thought no one knew if I’m happy or in pain but all these echoes of voices, repetition and negative thoughts doing there best to drive me insane.

“New Beginnings”- I have a deep hatred of bashing people but although yeah, I did it before. Now I’m sitting on the train Charlie’s chipped up and in pain, there’s my embarrassment go ahead a tornish my names. Sorry weed ash alone, isn’t a sure cure, but certainly for the best remedy. Praying that burnside is not my final destination. Been reflecting in the mirror so those hurtful words that had spoken to hurt and brought pain? My thumb was sticking almost close to eyelids. Then words spoke of, ‘love’ but I’m not hurt! Not the 1 st rodeo of “the dog and pony shows.” Making a lot of unsure moves but it’s best to avoid idiot, illiterate some. Born alone, can struggle by the lonesome and most definitely dirt alone!

“New Beginnings”-Hope isn’t dead but I pray, it’s just mind tricks playing on me and hope, isn’t an enemy. Certainly it’s all shame on me. It seems the more and more they violates my human rights, the more I feel less shame and no secrets; Honest and truthful. Some of these broken ribs of this era have developed some real trifling ways. Sometimes, I feel as if to give on thesis and replace them with poetries. Sometimes, it’s unsure to update status. Maybe, it’s best for misplaced locations. The iniquity workers keeping a trail on my tail. Instead of, living there life having fun. They’ve spent days and nights destroying mines.*Exousia*

“Higher Power” –  imagine the blessings from above came has shower of rain. To feel all the same, anger, pain, frustration, mad and bringled. So to say I’m free of sin, nooo! I’m a sinner at birth and still to this till my dirt day. These voices and recordings so connected as if I’m paired with my belongings, please don’t touch! The littlest man on planet, the whole universe on beyond infinity styling? When some dirty Diana’s polishing and having sexual intercourse with underage daughters? Who knows about the sons? When all there secrets revealed from recordings of the mind! Must be antisocial? Ashamed and numbed to the realities of life, so we ended up with mental illnesses in certain cases. I guess it’s another story for hood justice; or is it justification?

“Higher Power”- lies changed to deceit; trauma tends to be the main culprit for blocking these memories. It took so many, many, disappointments before truly feeling how, ‘Jesus Christ’ felt. What’s wrong with been truthful? Why tell lies, upon, lies.. before truth shed from light? While communities conspire upon the perfect strangers as preys. Instead of say words of prayer, such as blessed Lord! Being humbled is being attacked by the savagery within human beings Icarus and bitchy attitudes and behaviors. *Exousia*