Moon Light (Revised) Lamp stand

Moon light strangeness

I'm strange and stranger than none...I feel uninvited in the world in which I tread, yet all are invited to seek my strangeness,

when ever this moonlight is absent I cannot inspire even the night becomes too silent and creation is in the same low spirit,

But when it’s full or not being obscured this light is the gift that compliments such a vast array of phenomenal physics that I could not embrace,

Sometimes it is only half full and my anticipation grows and grows, like that of a mighty river raging for her to fully mature,

The flower beds rejoice at her sight as they have early blossoming from her blessed mist, and in the morning feel refreshed and invigorated,

The prairies, mountain tops, hills, valleys, the oceans, the young calf, the prancing colt, the wing creatures, that nest happily in their resting place,

The gentle fresh air, that makes the open night such pleasant a moonlight, She is the light that shines and shines causing so much commotion, yet innocent partaker in all her actions.

Moonlight the kaleidoscope of extraordinary events, keeps her radiant and focus,

The ever burning spotlight that pierce my soul, nothing like her in splendor, nothing like her in absence.

When I step into the night from my cradle there is this bright light a celestial body that never seems to leave me, It follows everywhere I tread illuminating my pathway, and when it’s full it resembles a lamp someone set up with purpose,

The creatures of the night howl, cry, and sing...their interpretations are all unique, this goes on throughout this nocturnal cycle of intrigue and charm just to repeat once again,

The flying visitors die trying to reach her magnificent splendor, and that is the beauty of it all, the Grand builder had it all well within reach for us to write and respect, fall to our knees and praise….and praise.

(C) Right Protected 2007 

By: Raphael G

Lord set me free * (Revised) Always special guest

 

If I can't achieve it,

I exert him until he can set me free,

because I want to sing and ride like the wind,

destination free,

loyalty is the vestment, attire of the Almighty God, 

and this quality I shall attain as the gift of trials,

I shall seek and earn his loyal love, his heart mend in the vastness of memories,

His saintly person radiate, vibrate with extreme joy and in that excitement feel 

a total comfort, harmony of what is Divine,

Should I continue pressing the qualities of your person ? In my lowest point which is the deeps, a call is heard of that wonderful, awesome jubilee we share.

I wish to have known your works earlier to color ink those moments in pause,

take (me) home a place where we are suited for each other, in the cradle of paradise, in the clouds of invisible host, draft (me) into that stock pile of purest energy...but do as you wish, a Divine will be at work this much I'm well aware.

Praise and laud the Almighty God, that of Abraham, Moses, Jacob and the rest of faithful.

 Señor libérame

 Si no lo puedo lograr,

lo ejercito hasta que pueda liberarme,

porque quiero cantar y cabalgar como el viento,

destino libre,

la lealtad es la vestidura, el atavío del Dios Todopoderoso,

y esta cualidad la alcanzaré como el don de las pruebas,

buscaré y ganaré su amor leal, su corazón se remendará en la inmensidad de los recuerdos,

su santa persona irradiará, vibrará con alegría extrema y en esa emoción sentiré

un consuelo total, armonía de lo Divino,

¿Deberia seguir presionando las cualidades de tu persona? En mi punto más bajo que es lo profundo, se escucha un llamado de ese maravilloso, asombroso jubileo que compartimos.

Me hubiese gustado conocer de antes tus obras, para dar color a esos momentos de pausa,

llévame a casa, a un lugar donde estemos hechos el uno para el otro, en la cuna del paraíso, en las nubes de un ejército invisible, llévame a ese depósito de energía más pura... pero haz lo que quieras, un Divino estará trabajando, de eso estoy muy consciente.

Alabado sea el Dios Todopoderoso, el de Abraham, Moisés, Jacob y el resto de los fieles.

*Invitado especial( YHWH)

*YHWH Special guest 

10/24

Rafael G Gonzalez

Love where are you (Revised) *--*

                                            
                                     Love where are you

I can love you for your fine qualities,

I can love you for being a great life source (mother),

I can love you for your enduring character,

I can love you for being a faithful helper and guide,

I can love you for being a precious expression few will ever see,

I can write you love notes, and from where love resides, defines, remote and isolated...I find my dearest nest in sublime charm.

I can love you for eternity,

I can love you for a thousand of years,

I can wait and be the sacrifice for your guarantee,

True love is not flattery, because I’m not disconnected from myself. It is the superior quality of endowment for those whom truly search it and find the source!

I can also love you for what you're not, imperfect being chasing a desire so innate, far from understanding,

I will love and continue to love...here today, tomorrow paradise. Seeking the source, disrupting its presences until it grants me access to a yearning few will ever manage to undertake.

Love emanates radiant light (heat source) life is found at its core...it is Divine, superlative, infinite starlight and beyond. Enigmatic riddles, puzzles the restless searcher to standstill in deep freeze.

Love where are you ? Where can I find you ? I have missed you ! Yet you are ever present...warm and cozy, delightful, my soul has found refuge ! Let’s walk up and down the park...let us sing happy melodies of our encounter. Let us praise while we can...let me find you in my memory !

 

*--* Inspirations come from special gifts, and your one of them, and if I could just write one superlative song of everlasting impressions it be for you ! In the paradise of Almighty in a kaleidoscope of words 

 

I would........... 

 

"write your name across the sky"

(C) right

04.18.17

Rafael G Gonzalez

The lesser/the precious (Global Family) Thank yoi

 

 

 

Any human being with a God driven conscience, can express and feel the pain, suffering the lesser must go through,

 

Be silent...keep silent because of the hollow, bottomless void that fills your emptiness or express yourself accordingly to that which is Divine...LOVE.

 

When one keep's the expression silent it doesn't take root, it is obvious what is held in secret it is also held hostage and in bondage. 

 

To let go of one's intentions take a lot courage, pride must be absent and this is very difficult in our days. 

 

It is true some things held in bondage are released in do time...and when thinking of time it's like we had authority over it, 

 

that is the greatest illusion. Time makes the calls and we're but microscopic in it's infinite portals.

If we were the time-keeper and some of us regard that illusion, think about how far you have come ?

 

02/06/24

 

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

Knitted in memory

 

 

Jehovah...mi santo, ingeniero creador... las obras de tus manos claman tu santidad,

 

toda vibracion y expression elogian un ser Divino.

 

Tu grandeza no tiene rival,

 

porque me eres tan fiel ? Acaso me debes algo ? Acaso entras con las manos vacia ?

 

Despreciable soy yo, y una eternidad no paga tus actos benevolo de caridad perpetua.

 

No encuentro entrada ni salida, estoy perdido en busca de tus respuestas !

 

Se te sobra la audacia en tratos conmigo,

 

Cuanto tiempo me tuvistes tejido en memoria, y cuando sali del taller sagrado...no fuiste tu quien estiro la mano en bendiciones y expressiones sagrada ?

 

 

 

Jehovah...my holy one, creative engineer... the works of your hands cries out for your holiness,

 

all vibration and expression praise a Divine being.

 

Your greatness has no rival,

 

why are you so faithful to me? Do you owe me anything? Do you ever come with empty hands?

 

Despicable am I, and eternity does not repay your benevolent acts of perpetual charity.

 

I can't find a way in or out, I'm lost searching for your answers!

 

You have too much boldness in dealing with me,

 

When you had me knitted in memory, and when I broke open the sacred chamber...wasn't it you,who stretched out your hand in blessings and sacred expressions ?

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

Potters-vessel Clic here !

 

Expand-this-vessel Clic here !

Published on

7/13/23 4:16 AM

Invisible Host

 

 

 THINGS WE CANNOT SEE, BUT KNOW THEY EXIST

Gravity                       

Wind/Air/Oxygen                                                         

 Sound                                                        

 Heat                                                             

Cold                                                                

Emotions/Love                                                        

Life/soul                                               

Smell  

Taste  

Energy/Electricity

Thoughts

Imagination
 
Magnetism


^{To the director. A melody of David.} Psalms 19:1  The heavens are declaring the glory of God;The skies above* proclaim the work of his hands.

Romans 1:20 For his invisible qualities are clearly seen from the world’s creation onward, because they are perceived by the things made, even his eternal power and God-ship, so that they are inexcusable.

2 Corinthians 4:18 while we keep our eyes, not on the things seen, but on the things unseen. For the things seen are temporary, but the things unseen are everlasting.

Hebrews 11:1-40  Faith is the assured expectation of what is hoped for, the evident demonstration of realities that are not seen.

Please never over-step the Divine will

May your Divine will usher forth glad tidings, the greatest gathering and a thousand year reign bestow upon humanity a joy like no place in memory,

All opposition that stand against Divine creeds, denying access to the Sovereign LORD and what is rightfully his own property, may they walk about with their head bow, contrite and great lament and if that repugnant display of arrogance should continue, LORD Almighty strike them with the heaviest of heart.

May shamefulness and death strokes be the merciful acts and fitting for such ones, those who overstep your finest of qualities, the fruit of your Divine spirit and toss fine treasures to the swine.

shackle their spirit and gather them for the final count down so they may see your Divine justice and true righteousness. 

As for (me) I declare a (debt) that which can not be paid in times duration, maybe there be a way and I shall find it...so please forgive me.

 

Published on

7/13/25 10:00 PM

 

Time keeper (If I were to re-brand this) it be "El corredor del tiempo"

Hay un dia para todos y hay dias de ver,
                                                                                              

El tiempo la capsula infinita de espacio,

El que ve todo en tu ausencia te a sentenciado,

Ese dia es de seguro, no hay particialidad,

El tiempo cuenta con segundos, pero el ignorante

no ve momentos pasados,

El marco paso en su tragectoria,

los debiles son los poderosos, que no obtienen audiencia. Pero nunca el olvido !

 

 There is a day for everyone and there are days to see,

Time the infinite space capsule,

The one who sees everything in your absence has sentenced you,

That day is for sure, not partiality,

Time counts on seconds, but the ignorant

don't see past moment,

The frame passed in its trajectory

the weak are the powerful, who get no audience. But it has not gone unnoticed, and never the forgotten one.........

 

Published on

6/15/21 8:00 PM

RBG

The Chase (sober minds) delirium finally arrives (not present) What is the chase? Read it again :}

The Chase

I liked her the very moment in a crowd of sober minds,

But I didn’t love her, it was a period in time for reflection and that stands to this day,

In an admiring way, presumptuousness displays the offer, tread lightly and make fine foot prints

If I did love her for that moment it wouldn’t be an understatement, more likely energies feeds innate feelings incorporating presumptuousness at its best,

Endowment of what is superlative places no restrictions on what the hearts weaves in its fragile web,

So the sobering effects take their course if there is ever any,

Yes, strikingly touching in appearance heavenly well rounded...praised inconsistently, withered a precious expression, in madness emerges allotments tossed,

So here I’m whispers through the crowd, fine fragrance….aura secrets in disclosure, attempts silence hostage holds, a rainbow of celestial colors nothing like the Northern sphere...

I have felt the presence even when not there, I take the memory as blessings bestowed, hoping madness overtake all its commotion...a soul can ever experience in “The Chase”.

And when delirium finally arrives finds “The chase” wrapped in the square box below and all its fine prints, a portrait of consistency she never touched.
(C)

Rafael G Gonzalez
Feb.2017