If it’s taking too long, then just move along.
If it’s not flowing on its own, then just leave it alone.
If it doesn’t feel natural, then it’s time to be factual.
If it requires force, then ditch it, of course.
I’m not telling you that you should lose heart.
I’m simply suggesting you choose a fresh start.
Take a deep breath and start anew.
Life can be tough, but so are you.

Living your authentic self is being true to who thou art
True to your core and true to your heart
True to the real you that dwells deep within
Not to the opinions of others that try to seep in
For you are the one living THIS life
Claim it, own it, and let it take flight

Place high value on the qualities that make you special
Standing tall in your truth as you own what is yours is your vessel
Embrace the differences that set you apart from others
Apologize not to those who act as your judges

Meeting the expectations of others is par for the course
Why not stand for what you truly believe and use your voice
Genuine, real, certified, and true
All are qualities that authenticate you

Portray your authentic self
It should be as natural as taking a breath
You weren’t meant to fit in a box constructed by others
You are you
A one-of-a-kind and like no other

Here is a message I would face death for-
If I could deliver it to an open-minded world.
Whereas Christ came to save sinners like me,
Of whom I beg to differ-that myself is the chief.
Four times Gospel=Good News
A spiritual hospital for souls with the blues!
Exciting, Vibrant, Exploding Truth for you…
No matter who you are-it applies to you!
He tells us how to be safe, to be free!
Jesus’ own words, “Come follow me”.
heavy loads made light-shining in the dark of night,
He has the same path for all-come to His Grace for Life!
Telling Perfect Truth from beginning to end,
Though there’s no such with Him-He is eternal Friend!
Let Him, let Him, let Him
Remove doubt, strife, and fear of things-
With Him you can/will be happy to win,
Watch Him fulfill your every dream!
May take some time-Relationships grow,
He (Jesus) is the Perfect One to know!
And knowing Him is Perfect Peace,
Not knowing Him is no Peace at all-
Because He is the Prince of Peace to all!
Never can any take His place-
Come for Salvation, where all our wrongs are erased!
…Yes-Jesus saves!
I’ve learned a 45 year lesson,
At Camp Neosa as a kid,
But I was a mad kid-
I’ll bury my treasure in the ground, said I…
Could not this message that I hid-even give a try?
It is Perfect-will not trespass any,
And those who find it are not many.
So share we will-the Living Water spill…
Into the souls-so thirsty drought-
Sharing saving faith-to receptive hearts on route!

Then never can the dark prevail!

God Bless you!!!

9-3-24

Subtitle: Somebody Loves You Baby 💙 ✨

If I had to pick one thing I’d want the whole world to know — above all else — what would it be ?

That — Somebody loves you baby—
So please believe —

That when you look around — you’ll be able to see

That — that somebody — can be found — in many forms, shapes & sizes

That — He Is — not limited — to the only world — you & I both — reside in

Let me put it down for you — in the easiest way — that I know how

He comes in the shape of — a parent, a brother, or a sister

A nephew, a niece, your child, or a stranger

He comes in the shape of — a weeping willow tree
That some how — even with it’s sad — drooped down leaves — can manage to put ur heart at ease — as they sway back and forth in the breeze

Or even — when simply — standing still

He comes in the shape of that blue bird
Who reminds you — of ur loved one — who passed away last year

In the shape of those beautiful — white butterflies — flapping away — at the grave yard

In the shape of that — loyal golden doodle — you tend to feed — way too much

You can find him in the sunflower field — Late September

Or the beautiful sunset & sunrise — Come November

You can see him — in the waves of the ocean — as they roll & roar

As they come to say Hi — before they drift away — once more

I’d want you all to know — that somebody loves you more — than you could ever imagine

But pls — don’t try to fit him in a box — with it’s four corners & think that — that’s it — that’s him

He’s not limited to the highest iq
that can be reached inside our human minds — today

He knows every atom in our body —
The building blocks — from which were made of

We — on the other hand — on this side of heaven
Will never fully know — or understand Him

He’s all beautiful things we see
And — all beautiful things — unseen

He’s all the colors of the rainbow —
& all colors yet — to be named — or made up

He’s the beautifulest language — ever spoken
& All good words — we have yet — to add to our vocab

He’s the Beginning & The End
The Alpha & The Omega
The great I AM — Yah – Weh

He’s all things Great & all things Good

There’s a lot of things — I’d want the whole world to know —

— but if I had to narrow it down & put it down for you — in simplest form

I’d say— this —

The world is not Black & White
& neither — is HE

He’s the creator of the universe
& he loves both — you — & me

But if I must say — just — ONE — Only one —single thing — it’d be ….

Somebody Loves You Baby 💙✨
— please believe …

Death looms all around us
from our first moment of existence,
at life’s coalescence,
it shrouds our very essence,
like breath rides with the wind.
Eighteen funerals in a decade,
remembering those lost lives lived.
I find it ironic it’s called a wake,
since they’re never to awaken again.
Being Earth-side is hard and fleeting,
we’re all just trying to survive
until the day that every single one of us
will eventually, inevitably die.
Accidents and illness,
people vicious and malicious,
aging bodies growing old and weary,
with tired minds and over-worked spines,
usher infinite possible endings
to this time we’re merely renting
animating stories out of our control, really.
So we need to lead with love,
and remember to take care of one other.
A dollar, a meal, a blanket, a hug,
a conversation or sharing some of your luck,
these little considerations
have wide reverberations
that make us humans driven
towards connection and expansion,
a purpose forged in our blood.
It’s the humanity in humanity
that saves us from insanity
and provides direction on our journeys
as we crawl through life in a hurry,
wherein mortality we find unity,
walking each another home unjudged.

Remember change is necessary for growth
It can rain all day but prone to flower’s survival
The heat of the sun will come again
And the rain will have already sucked in
More buds
More roots will spread again to make something even more beautiful
Trees die but new ones are planted
You can put your seed in whatever is necessary and good for you
And if not, you can pick it up and plant it elsewhere
Make a new, cozy home for it
Protecting it at all costs
Living with the peace
Focusing on the good
Releasing the bad
Don’t let bad roots stay intertwined in your mind
Release them, cut them, do whatever you need to do
Otherwise you will stay stuck and broken
Clouding what is the greatness of life

Suppressed inconsistencies. Unmatched premonition of self loathing and overwhelming destress. Patience steers the wheel of evolution and science fiction. Within belief I’m stricken. Pulsating convictions with immediate results. Camera shy actions of an insult. Take in criticism like a daily vitamin, with self love as your kryptonite and effective communication as a weapon of might, so use it wisely knowing that patience is working in your favor and is usually reciprocated, allowing for forgiveness which frees you from the intercepting vengeance of bondage, while building character, for joy should be effortless, so don’t just exist, live. 🫶🏿

Picture this. An 18 year old, high school senior being tasked to come up with a senior quote before they graduate. Seems pretty easy, right? Well, imagine you are an 18 year old senior in high school whose mind never stops creating stories, poems, and letters. My senior quote literally popped into my head on the way to school one morning. And I live by it every single day.

“Live Your Dreams and Never Give Up.”

Thinking back, it feels so surreal
Almost like that time in my life wasn’t real…
A young hurting heart, full of anger and hate
Yet also consumed by this hollow emptiness
A hardened stone beating in my chest
Living in a constant state of unrest
Man… I really was a mess…
A suicidal teen ready to accept my fate
Chasing after anything to escape the feeling
Only for it to fester, internally reeling
Washing down pills with liquor
Til my head would hit the floor, and I’d watch the lights flicker…
Using cocaine to ease the pain
Opiates to go numb
And ecstasy to free myself from the mass of misery I’d become
What started as a release and a way to “let loose”
Became my form of self abuse
As scars on the skin are hard to hide…
Tho for a time I tried….
Suicide was something I didn’t just think about, but began to idolize
Cursing God that I’d ever been born
I’d look in the mirror at the thing I despised;
The kind and gentle kid, who’s heart had been tattered and torn
The misfit who just wanted to belong
Downtrodden by this worlds scorn
Til he believed everything about his existence was wrong
I saw myself as less than nothing
Not even a person, only a husk of a man
Wanting to just fade from memory
To set myself free
I started formulating plans
To finally end the suffering
In a moment of desperation
I made a proclamation
To the very God that I cursed
Putting down the knife
Telling Him I’d give Him one opportunity to do whatever He wanted to do with my life…
My wounds He started to nurse
His Spirit touched the depths of my soul
And for the first time, I was whole
The healing process was fast but slow
As I had to face my hurt, and learn what it is to forgive and let go
I learned that this heart I was belittled for
Is something Christ truly adores
The drugs lost their appeal
As they couldn’t compare to the wholeness His presence made me feel
There was nothing of myself that earned His love and acceptance
But only by accepting the covering of Christ’s blood and receiving His mercy
Was I truly set free
And that night was my turning point, my first act of repentance

“You’re the song my soul sings in silence every time the world gets too hard to handle.” Tales of Ipsita

my soul sings in silence
By: Jim Kellogg
(The Queer Poet)
7-4-24

my soul sings in silence
it may be heard in the hush –
my lullaby –
on the breath of the wind
it intones joy and gratefulness
like a hummingbird in flight
quick, vibrant bursts of happiness
as a tower of bliss
standing lofty and strong
i find happiness in small beginnings
i find gratitude and purpose in minute moments
my soul sings in silence

like waves
By: Jim Kellogg
(The Queer Poet)
7-30-24

like waves
eating away at the shore
acrid and biting remarks
ate away at my soul

their mentions
caused tremendous erosion
of my essence
leaving me little choice but to shy away

what was less obvious
to the outsiders
was the intense and malicious crushing
of my poetic queer voice –

the part of myself
that distinguishes me from others
sets me apart
makes me unique –

how dare they
presumptuous, brazen, and rude
leave me
shocked and full of disdain and anger

despite their attempts
to silence me
i celebrate my voice
limitless and breathtaking