Archive | October, 2017

R U STUPID; they, asked Forest Gump not Trump. Bubba asked Forest, “Why, this have too happen ?”

31 Oct
  1.  Well, lets talk about influencing election throughout the World.   R U stupid, what about this countries Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) meddling in all sorts of things  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . did U have enough time to think of any; where.   And, sense when is the American Public “stupid” enough not to think for itself  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  since, the democrats were in office  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . ?  I, say lets go to voucher education idea as this country seems on a “dumbing down” educational track.

Advertisements

AS, BARREN AS IF AN OLD WOMEN IN THE GRAVE. – – – – – 1st. Ritual write.

31 Oct

Source: AS, BARREN AS IF AN OLD WOMEN IN THE GRAVE. – – – – – 1st. Ritual write.

AS, BARREN AS IF AN OLD WOMEN IN THE GRAVE. – – – – – 1st. Ritual write. (Read, tonight in candle light and dead silence of the night. He, he, he !)

31 Oct

Source: AS, BARREN AS IF AN OLD WOMEN IN THE GRAVE. – – – – – 1st. Ritual write. (Read, tonight in candle light and dead silence of the night. He, he, he !)

POLITICAL, OFFICE THE ONLY JOB, WHERE YOU THE CANDIDATE ASK PEOPLE TO TRUST YOU. >< THEN, THE PEOPLE THAT ELECTED YOU; ask, IF THEY CAN TRUST YOU.

31 Oct

I will not be posting “ANY” political articles for the next weak.  Except, next Friday’s; Word Salad.

THANK-U; for putting up with this humble old man through this Lewiston, Maine Mayoral Election cycle.

 

AS, BARREN AS IF AN OLD WOMEN IN THE GRAVE. – – – – – 1st. Ritual write.

30 Oct

Source: AS, BARREN AS IF AN OLD WOMEN IN THE GRAVE. – – – – – 1st. Ritual write.

AS, BARREN AS IF AN OLD WOMEN IN THE GRAVE. – – – – – 1st. write.

30 Oct

soule2017mayor: Lewiston / Auburn News Rebuttal

Was, a dark stormy night and the night eater were loose in the City and Church as I scurried home from an earlier engagement.

They were spreading as if a locust on the land as night got closer .  But, with different purposeTs; and, that purpose was for your blood.

The Raven’s sensing that things were not right took to flight less they become part of the feast to honor a tradition; ” All Saint’s day”,  at the old Catholic Church of Saint Patrick’s where the Monsignor’s body once laid at rest they say.

The, Church and adjacent property which was alleged to have burial ground vault attached in the not to distant past was now being operated as a bed an breakfast marriage point and the night eater of the flesh knew this of years gone by.

The Raven’s; being the eye’s of god, have had stories that were…

View original post 130 more words

SILENCE, FALL’S UPON THE LAND.

30 Oct

Revised, published 15 July ’18.

Was, a dark stormy night with clouds hovering close to the ground as if weighted down with a substance that one could only see this time of year.  And, as ominous and fore telling as a scream in the dark of night where all things stir and dirty works are done that bring on the night sweats in New Little Chicago, Lewiston, Maine.  Where bullets are flying, with knifes being driven in people on a weekly bases and people are being beaten to death by brick’s one block from the Police Station..

And, with the shooting and beating night eater’s burial group’s are loose on the city streets of this backwoods city of deserted rundown mills left to rot and adequate in their place.

And, this I saw as I scurried past the cities official municipal brick building’s, Library and Churches from an earlier community engagement age on my way home not wanting to get caught out past the twilight of night’s light.

They, the night eater’s burial group’s at large shooter’s were spreading as if a locust on the land as night got closer and sometimes earlier before the dusk hours of the night.  And, this with shootings all with different purposes. 

And, that purpose was out for your blood in any and all gruesome ways even with random shootings where children might be hurt and even killed.

And, me being a “Human Raven” tasked with being the eye’s of god to record all.

Sensing, that things were not quite right in the city took to foot flight less I become part of the feast to honor a becoming a weekly tradition.  ” All Satin’s”, weekends in the new Chicago of Maine these days seeming to become all year round better known as “The new Chicago Style” near the old Catholic church of Saint Patrick’s where the Monsignor’s body once laid at rest and now is on the move so they say; to, make room for the “Ahora Inn” on Walnut Street, Lewiston, Maine across from the wind blown Kennedy Park, named after a dead President and the killing site of a brick struck in dead man-child of thirty-something.

The bricked, once catholic church and adjacent property how an Inn which was alleged to have burial ground vaults attached to it’s parking lot in the not to distant past was now being operated as a bed an breakfast marriage point and honeymoon suite which the night eater shooter’s burial group’s of the flesh knew from recent years gone by in the newly named Little Chicago of New England, Lewiston, Maine.

And, I being the Raven’s under taking the tasked of being the eye’s of god.   Have heard stories that were passed down on wing’s of my ancestors that if you were caught not perched and out after dark you were vulnerable to attack by beating or shooting and even stabbing’s.

And, like humans who’s  soul (s) could be caught in a burial urn to be used in a “Not to be mentioned” ceremonial demon domestic ritual that if even mentioned would conjure up the night shooter’s group’s, stabbing group’s and the instruments of the barrier’s of flesh all about you making your retreat impossible less you had instruments for the task to defend yourself and a bit of luck.

But, where to get find the instruments should you not have them these day as other wish to take your guns.

And, the older religions of past have become barren to the new human being’s of the age millennials.    Holiness, religion was “As barren and graved as if of an elderly old woman lying in her grave and sealed for eternity until the great coming of the resurrection to life  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . if it came at all.

Thus, is why I as the Raven and eye’s of God scurry home looking always over my winged shoulder’s for the sun’s light not too fall and before the nocturnal dusk of night appears.

And, I like so many before may be swept away from breathing from shooting in Lewiston, Maine the new little Chicago of the Eastern Seaboard until the eternal ever time.

Vanished, gone, forgotten in time never to be seen until the if any; re-resurrection of life .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  in the creator’s own time.

Thus, is the burden of living in an old city like Lewiston, Maine where it is, “As barren as if an old lady in a grave” as to opportunities for some people.

And, where I see the dead from the past that once were.  But, now are “no” longer in Lewiston, Maine the new Chicago of New England’s and the East Coast.