Rise N Shine :}

 Show the world your true beauty !

Your true gifts ! 

 

Published on

8/6/25 7:20 PM

 

what dulls the senses ? Explained

 Emotional pain is greater then physical pain, I believe neither one is 

pleasurable. In a relationship we often hear the phrase "until death do us apart"

well death has no authority over true love, as a matter of fact the death of a love one

becomes an imprint for life duration, in memory it becomes an eternal bond.

I want no part of the mindset and certainly being unevenly yoked in the LORD would bring about consequences to the emotional pain.

In my life's affair one such experience has cause a memory very hard to shake. But I still love greatly...

I search for the true expression, for that special guest to become one in all things (God first) and we share what ever life throws at us.

So in all truthfulness the poetic notes and love notes, that I write about are not relationships or physical  in nature. They are a poets endowment from the hurt and pain I have had to endure in order convey a story most reader's would relate in some cases.

I can also write spontaneously from images, painting and tell a story the artist could not in words.

 I just want to expand a little because this article has gotten a good amount of like's. 

Also I don't want to spoil the poetic note to the reader's and allow them expand on their own insight and draw constructive outlines and even add their own, in their life affairs. 

So I have to beg the question could you love (me) forever ?...but not until death do us apart ?

Because I seek eternity and that is where we will be, in the presence of the Almighty and death has no authority. *--*

 

Published on

8/3/25 3:23 PM

Rafael G Gonzalez 

Waiting for the host (Rafael)

 thou always present nothing like the invitation, how refreshing it will be to see earth paradise restored, and the light whisper that calls out your name. One can feel the energy vibrate in every cell. The soft voice rings in the ear and fills every echo chamber and bounce back with the finest of charms.

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

Published on

07/04/25 4:30 PM

 

 

El Coqui (revised) II Thanks for helping

The Native frog from Puerto Rico and Hawaii that causes much commotion to the restless soul's...Or is it the other way around? One of my original poems...about this creatures journey's to strange lands...

 

Gotas fría que congela en mi llanto como

un invierno inolvidable en nueva york

donde el pobre jibarito hace su mudanza

también nuestro vecino el coqui a tierra

extranjera donde el extranjero callejea

en su mundo frío

gotas frías que derraman dentro de mí

en lo más aislado del corazón ayer pasaba

el otro yo sonando un lelo lai

acompañado por nuestro amigo la soledad

la tristeza ya se había alejado de mí

abandonando me en mi frío ambiente ojos

que ven y corazón que sienten

nuestro vecino el único extranjero en

una ciudad de concreto

el jibarito y más sobresaliente de los

extranjeros

en la caravana de la vida

el mes pasado una navidad este año nuevo

nada en comienzo

una primavera que se acerca y gotas

frías que continúan sin rumbo en el

camino del olvido

mis hermanas y hermanos muchos que eran

y pocos que son

no hay culpa en un mundo frío

la vecina una caja de muerto inscrito yo

estaba aquí

en mi cuerpo tiembla mi alma pero en mi

mente guerrera mi última defensa

en mi holocausto de pesadilla me acerque 

a la vecina la caja sellada del

olvido

mi último tratado porfavor no estorben

mi descanso eterno

 

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Raphael G

03/24/13 2:44 AM

Apostle Paul or me ? (Thank you *--* )

2 Corinthians 12:7-10 is a passage where Paul has some profound things to say about the theme of strength in weakness. And I want us to begin by reading this passage.

 

(Paul the Apostle)

"to keep me from being too elated by the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from being too elated. Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong".  

 

 

(me, a vessel)

If I’m weak in the flesh and yet chosen, ordain to do the powerful work’s of the spirit, then the spirit bears my weakness in the flesh. And if the spirit contends with my weakness I have become powerful. If the spirit actuates my life force, then I have overcome my greatest adversary. For it has become my strong-hold, in my contemptible state.

So being weak in the flesh, and contemptible...the spirit takes pleasure that I have fought a great battle in my extremities. Left for dead...died many times, yet powerful to on-looker’s, humble in understanding.

Internalized by my conflict, and much aware of how its utilized, weaponized against me, here again is my helper. The power over the spirit working it’s ancient secret formula. The flesh and weakness have become silent in their activities as the faith bears all, supports it all...that we have overcome and never left behind.

So what is asked of us ? We don’t indulge in the flesh or weakness, yet their ever present ! Does the helper take pleasure in our lowest point ? See for yourself, if He adopted us in our lowest point, certainly his goal would be to make us greater in our highest ! Men/Woman of little faith, how many times can a heart break, and how many times can it mend ? If He can see through all our short-unsightliness, why can’t we ?

Raphael G

Published on

4/14/17 7:01 PM

Lament (Please read it again)

    Lament for departed doll

Here once again I sit surrounded by creation. By a small stream of water that tell tales about my life's esteems that once were so plentiful and massive trees that reveal history. By musical bird’s that play haunting melodies, expressing their version of happiness. By laborious creatures that don't give up trying and a restless sunlight beaming on the leaves of where I shade.

Here I sit in the middle of nowhere all directions I look there's a road or a passageway someone once took, my heart desires to help but, who knows how far they stumble forth?

As I patiently sit observing my surroundings I saw a cat decorated in flashing colors distracted and even took no notice of me determine by her pains and a belly full of unborn kittens, she flagged by anxious about her where abouts.

Here in the middle of nowhere one comes to meditate and initiate contact with his creator. As I sat patiently a few cautious passers bye's managed to stroll along their path and I wandered!

I long to know and press ever forward too that extra mile to find a road or a path that can lead me to you. For every breath of air fills me with wonderful thoughts about you. Here I send you things a heart can do.

Everything in life is temporarily but the memories of you are everlasting. Your innocent smile brings joy to all low in spirit. Present yourself to me in ways unknown and I, will judge you righteous, for your ways are wonderful, beautiful, and charming. I'm the one who knows and will not give in trying to interpret them. For your ways, are signals to those who follow.

I have found my way towards you, with the little courage that resides me, and the valor I can summons from above. Truly I'm like a young lad in search of understanding, Like the birth of a new star awaiting acceptance, awaiting placing, seeking instruction, finding little hope, stumbling to reach hearts, and yet I weep, I joy, I endure, with many thanks for my very existence is a privilege.

Renew your friendship with me, just as the season compliments one another. Point my way out to the light again, lead my soul out of captivity, be the one to save me and I will be in debt to you forever. Compassion, mercy, reason, and love had a debate at the end they all gave way and rejoiced.

                               

(5/2-10/12-94)               BY: Raphael G

Published on

7/19/13 11:57 AM

© right

37 trillion ? we are awake ! (Debt is death trap) the last vintage bait of conditioned citizen

 Who pays the debt of a nation with 37 trillion in the hole ? Naturally it's citizens, but how about if that nation went into a great depression and started to milk it's citizens of it's total savings? Under a dictatorship some of the unthinkable has taken place, it's citizens rounded up for not paying into accrued debt and not complying with minimum of a down payment.

As the system goes into convulsions keep the eye simply, my global family and stay on mission. Don't be entice or be one of the gullible and sucker into temporally relief of a material world slowly decaying from within.

That new car...that new house...dreaming of long vacation...that new job with all the promising and strings attached.

Just image a student loan that will never be solvent, a new car 50k or 60K $$$ losing interest every year to point it becomes scrap iron ! A new home that will drive a person to the ground before it's to late and turning the time. And will say this who owns your mind and it's resources ? I'm afraid of what the devil can do at short sprint and that is good enough for him.

Keep your eyes on the prize and stay simple and on mission ! Don't give opportunities and shield all your defenses from knowledge already gained.

A true Rose (Gem) Thanks it's the reason I luv you (greatest)

                                      a true rose (Gem)

I shall live among the forest trees, and in the forest might's.
I shall live among the desert's cold, and the desert's heat.

I will reside in open plains or in close range, in majestic gardens, or in furnished mountains,
I will stand my grounds and humbly display my strength.
In red, pink, white, and in thorns I'm arrayed to me nothing goes unnoticed, and why not? blossom away.
Fear not my thorns for every thing gentle also carries great might, and my creator is an example of that.
My greatest reward comes when given to someone who waters me and understands how hard it is,when not loved.
The seasons come and they go each complimenting one another, but I'm the lonely subject to my
environment. Being me is my toughest trial and remaining is my biggest accomplishment.
 

Published on

3/28/17 5:47 PM

 

BY: Raphael G

Let the light shine (Revised) *--*

 

 

Let (me) comfort you, my dear host-of-host...Holiest-of-Holiest.

I can recall how you felt cut to the heart as your covenant nation, which

you considered in Holy matrimony (figurative speaking).

They went astray and absorbed by other adulterous nations of phallic worship.

How through Abraham the faithful, your promise came into fruition and Jacob, blessed with twelve sons (twelve tribes) and how you organized the growing numbers of these. The Northern Kingdom and Southern Kingdom. The constant rivalry and treacherous acts of disobedience, the blood-letting of these offspring's. Yet your patience and everlasting love...kept you in mission and eye's on the prize, the greater outcome.

How you made calls after calls for their return,

How you appointed Kings 45 (forty five) in succession, 1117 B.C.E.(Saul first King).  In fulfillment of this kingdom covenant toward David, there followed a line of kings of Jerusalem all in the family line of King David. Counted from David’s kingship in Jerusalem in 1070 B.C.E. this kingdom with a dynasty of Davidic kings in Jerusalem lasted for 463 years, or till 607 B.C.E. So this means that, when we count from the year 1117 B.C.E., when the prophet Samuel anointed Saul as king over all Israel, the nation of Israel had visible kings for 510 years. However, Jehovah was the invisible King. of Davidic dynasty. Judges, Prophets, and finally your begotten son (Jesus) welcome reign, the finalist in succession.

You have overly extended, stretched the fruits of your Divine spirit, and undeserved-kindness.

I’m just a rogue (rough-man) of the nations, a pawn in the grand schemes of things…

I don’t fit your Saintly and Divine superlative yearns, but I will say this allow (me) to be a comforter, for those distressing calls not taken into account.

Your begotten son Jesus (welcome-reign) continued in the path of out-reach, to the nations tossed about  like  sheep's without shepherds. The heaviest of emotional sentiments poured like rain showers, Divine poetry alludes compassion beyond compare. How you wish to gather your personal property like a "hen gather's it’s chicks under it’s wing"...should I continue pressing the quality of your person ?

Jesus (welcome-reign) made good to reference your tireless work, and so he stated “if my father at work, so I’m at work.”

Through a selection of order, the Holy spirit commissioned Jesus (welcome reign) “son” and gave authority to bring about suitable vessels, for the final gathering. Til this day you have made (me) one of those selections.

I seek your presence once to often, and have not denied (me) access, this I well know!

It is through the expression that you have made right, so please make use of this vessel and hold nothing back, and take (me) home as you wish.

Allow (me) to reciprocate those distressing calls, yearns, signals and this slave be humbled at the least.

I don’t question your supreme authority or extreme, balanced power. I don’t need to see the waters divide, clouds of fire, great walls crumble, large armies defeated in one night, or Angel’s illuminate my darkest path.

You my dear have done charitable acts beyond my asking...in debt I shall be for life duration which is the eternal call.

Praised, laud, sanctify be your Holiest name (Jehovah=YHWH)

* Special quest (YHWH)


Rafael G Gonzalez
08/08/24

Early Blossom (Revised) *--*

            Early Blossom

In anticipation of early morning mist, curled up in her nest of twigs, twines, and thorns...evergreens, there lays dormant the most precious expression. Waiting the shift...daylight, nocturnal muse dazzles laughter through the air.

So whispered the jasmines, and so whispered the lilies, and so whispered the daffodils, and so whispered the rose (early blossom)...the tulips and carnations, gaily exchange of the guard!

Creation laud and praise the fine tuning of vibrational harmony, flower beds of color and fragrance chant, guide the foot-steps of invisible host.

Sunlight pierce the threshold of early blossom’ and so come to life, audience drunk in joy and laughter.

All the commotion invisible too the grounds keeper, all obvious to the host,

Sun-dance...rain-dance, songs of jubilee collaborate a kaleido-spectacle, only to the few ! Many are the blessings pouring her way, like rain showers to a special expression of delight...inspiringly awesome, Divinely crafted !

Seasons of change whither my presences...but between me and my host, vibrational harmony is root deep.

In the next resurrection early blossom, the garden shall play...and so whispered all creation in submission to a grand scheme.

Only the choicest is found lodging in GOD'S tent, and you're one of them.

A Divine host irreconcilable yearn to nourish the spark woven deep into the sacred spiral, for all expression to declare his glory. In the pipe-lines of life, remote in the sacred chamber God’s (YHWH) work shop, you are his love Joy ! His beloved child !

 

 A thousand in colorful contrast and the array of suited matches, would be at a standstill from a radiant singleness, the aura...the presentation...the lamp-stand of all seasons,

 

A host grand standing and qualities yet to reveal. 

 

 *--* I can't recall writing this note for anyone in particular, not even a passer-by so the inspiration comes from creation it self. The last few lines are the revised version for the real target in the corridor of time.

Published on

4/10/17 1:56 AM

BY : Raphael G

Truth

                                             Truth

Let me rise with the words of truth,

Let me descend with the words of the same,

Give truth for breakfast,

Give truth for lunch,

Give me truth for dinner,

Give me truth in between and the night,

Give me truth in my dreams and nightmares,

Let me walk in the path of the light, and of darkness…

Like fire ignites, energizes let the truth be just as strong,

Let truth consume me, so that my call is

not be in vain,

I find truth or it will find me...there is no way out !

By : Raphael G Blasini

 

 

Published on

1/12/18 7:24 PM

 

 

Written

8/13/25 8:24 AM

 

Rat race (Revised) be safe

 

Had bad day in the traffic this early evening...so please let go ! this rat race ! not use to such  type turmoil on a human being, I quit >}

I wanted to touch a little more on this subject matter. Most health problems start while and during the incubation period inside this encapsulation of a loaded weapon either way. Some can last a few years while other come to a sick bed everyday just to return into the next cycle of never ending health hazards and trauma. The human being is not meant to endure endless striping away of joy and true happiness and family, factors in which this become a main stay into life arrangement.

Some option to set-up shop near home and avoid this madness playing out in larger cities around the world and adjusting to a simpler life, but enjoying better health and quality of life. Some may even option to move where the action is better reasoning I can work 20 or 30 years then retire...but I say this, retire to what ? If there is anything left of that reason that started as a novel to the unlearned ?