The Man Jesus of Nazareth son of Joseph and Mary walked and stood in the darkness to fulfill prophesies. The church of this darkness killed him hopping to prevent Him illuminating their contentment to dwell in darkness. They did not know as John recorded (John 1:1-9), that the Light from God had come and in dieing it began to shine (John 8:12).

“In this dark world we grope along the wall like blind men, we grope like those who have no eyes; we stumble at midday as in the twilight, among those who are vigorous we are like dead men” (Isaiah 59:10).

But our Christ said that no one killed Him but that He laid down His life freely, for us (John 10:18)                                         Matter of fact, if it had been known that by dieing he would shine those that orchestrated his death would not have attempted to kill him (1Co 2:8). Our Christ knew that the same God that gave him life would by plan give it back (Acts 4:10). Therefore, those of us that gladly and knowingly give up this life of living in the dark are recreated in Christ Jesus our Lord. We must understand that God through His son created the good paths before the foundation of the world and all we need do is by faith walk there in as the Spirit gives direction. (1Cor 2).

Christ Jesus is the light and if we walk in him; this is a fact of the Spirit and not all that say they are, are in Christ Jesus nor do they understand or comprehend the conversation of the Holy Spirit. If they did, they would know (Philippians 2:13):

                 ^“13 for it is God who is at work in you, both to will and to work for His good pleasure.”

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BUT FROM WHOM OR WHAT

I WANT TO FLY TO YOUR SIDE

AND HELP YOU

FIND ANOTHER WAY

THAT DOES NOT HURT.

THEN I HEARD A VOICE SAY;

“THEN FOR WHAT OR WHOM

DID I SUFFER

AND WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH

THE SACRIFICE?

I WANT TO RUN A WAY

BUT TO WHAT REWARD

OR PRICE TO PAY,

WHAT LESSON LEARNED

WAS WORTH NO SLEEP

NO LEGS, ARM (S) SENSE OF TASTE OR SMELL?

I WANT TO RUN AWAY

BUT FROM WHOM OR WHAT?

THE ONE IN THE MIRROR

OR THAT SEEN FROM WITHIN ME,

THE LIES TOLD

THE REGRETS FELT

THE END THAT NEVER COMES

OR THE BEGINNING THAT NEVER STARTS?

I RUN A WAY

IN WHICH RAIN DOES NOT WASH AWAY…

TEARS CAUSE WEEDS TO GROW

BLOOD PICKLES MY SOUL

AND LIGHT REVEALS THE DARKNESS

STILL.

I SEARCH FOR A WAY TO RUN

AND A PLACE TO WHICH I MIGHT SOMEDAY ARRIVE

AND

  RUN NO MORE

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By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 18Aug2011

I float

On the winds and waves that are time

As a thought in the mind of God

Given life and a will of my own

TO-

I float

On the winds and the waves that are time.

To and fro,

This way and that way,

Up or down

Or do I move at all?

I flow,

I ride;

Defining, refining:

What is,

Who is

Where is

What is

Before dashing upon the shores of an

Undefined destination that changes

As I move

Or am moved

On the wind and wave

That does not

Push, prod, poke, force, retard

But with an urgency

I am still-

In motion;

Now I can see that

And all that

Is

At the same time.

KNOWLEDGE IS BORN

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright Tue; 01Nov,2011; 0211hrs

Beneath all the defenses

And the disguises that are not make-believe

There’s a person that wants to be noticed.

Why all the make-believe?

Why should I strive to force or employ these

Make-believe people to lie to me-

and themselves?

If they were to say, “Hi, how are you . . .?”,

They’d be liars.

Because they don’t really give a damn;

They don’t really care.

The world is not a figment of my

Imagination . . .

It should be.

I watch it on television, I know;

It seems so cold and alienated(ing);

But when I go outside,

I can’t seem to distinguish . . .

I thought I turned-off the make-believe

Before I left home?

There is no love thy neighbor;

There is no ‘til death do us part;

There is no helping hand;

No, there is no, “I stand by you

And with you”.

No!

I know ,

Cause I’ve been searching

For that real world

Or am I looking for a make-believe

World?

Where for every man there’s a woman

. . . a make-believe world in a real world

Or is it a real world in a make-believe

world . . .

?

II

Hey, would someone please love me;

Listen and want to understand . . .

Help me?

. . . why can’t they hear me!?

I, I hear them.

I’m so cold,

Won’t somebody hug me back . . .

That’s my pillow!?

But it’s still cold;

In the shining sun I seem to freeze!

?

Make-believe love,

She truly cares;

She loves me, she won’t leave me!

She helps me . . .

Make- believe . . .

?

I must wake –up;

I can’t stay here forever,

Even though, it’s warm

And the Sun shines

Her love washes my soul like rain from

Heaven

I’m not choosey . . .

 Believe that?

I must ask too much of this

Make real believe world.

Look, she’s looking at me?

No,

I must stop dreaming!

My name?

No,

You don’t want to know!

?

When you hug me like that . . .

It feels that 85^o F, you,

But, there’s 6 inches of snow . . .

No, you aren’t . . . I, I’m afraid

You’re not for real . . .

You love me?

I must, wake-up . . .

But she feels so . . .

But dreams always seem real . . .

III

Faster, I’m almost, almost, almost;

Why, why can’t I -

Frustration!

The pain of reality has invaded my dream.

. . . I know, cause

I’ve been searching for the real world

Or am I looking for a make-believe world?

Where for every man there’s a woman

And the law is, love thy neighbor;

Here’s a helping hand,

Till death do us part

. . . a make-believe world

In a real world.

Or is it a real world in a make believe world?

I’m not choosey . . .

I must ask too much of this

Make real believe world?

Non e Vero?

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 23 Sept.1977 4:15 a.m.

I have felt like I have fallen over a waterfall and lay at the base of

My mightiest effort to define or dare to feel and survive Love

Dare I think

Dare I dream or even

Pray for help at defining this

Reality called LOVE

When every effort seems to hurt so badly

And fulfillment seems so fleeting

If possible at all

I do wonder.

Yes, this emotional waterfall leaves me wet

With the sweat of efforts unending

And struggles unyielding.

As I strive for a partnership

That makes this struggle worth if

Only for a while

Indeed important or valuable enough to repay

Time or efforts spent;

This thing or reality called LOVE

How is it defined and

How is it obtained?

PLEASE TELL ME

BY

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 25 Aug 2011 1417hrs

Dans un rêve
Vos lèvres j’ose baiser
Mais pas avant votre image fanée
Dans une brume aromatique.

Comme je navigue sur cette mer de repos
Je me baigne dans vos faibles profondeurs,
Eviter la profondeur tranquille:
Sachant bien que nous passons aux rendez-vous
Nous devons garder à la fois.
Et je dois le monter sur les vents et les vagues du temps;
Peu importe ce que les erreurs de jugement
Ni ce que je suis arrivé rapides,
Je n’oublierai jamais ces moments scintillement
Comme je l’ai passée à travers vous-
Yon étincelante mer de tranquillité.

Dans notre passage bref mais persistante,
Laissez-nous la gloire de notre union,
Non de la forme physique
Mais du lien spirituel;
Déplorant pas -
Amour jamais réalisé,
Jamais pleuré.

Je n’oublierai jamais cet aperçu,
C’est intime, si le regard infini;
Lorsque la déesse de la lumière
Lui a permis derniers rayons persistante à briller
Sur votre visage enchanté.
Et mon esprit a dit à mon coeur
Comme il a reçu ta grâce. . .

«”Regarde-la,
Un sourire qui frappe les vides des ténèbres
Qui affligent mon âme encore;
Une touche tellement réelle -
Bien que nous ne se rencontrent jamais,
Ma solitude, elle vole.
Ses yeux sont les étoiles du ciel
Ramené à terre pour être à moi,
Une lumière sur mon sentier et une lampe à mes pieds.
Sa voix doth apaiser cette bête sauvage qui transforme
Ma paix intérieure à la tourmente. “

YON MOUSSEUX mer de la Tranquillité
En
Sammie L. Carter
Droit d’auteur 15/02/1977

Arranged marriages for prized birthrights

Secret Love practiced from afar

Fear of rejection

Still hoping for

True Love

Or is it

Wiser minds protecting the ignorant

Prostituted seed

Promised in advance

What’s Love got to do with-

The welfare of her heart

Is there Method in This Madness?

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 8 Aug 2011 6:25am

Mountain peak near and far

Stars young and old

Places hot and or cold

I look beyond

Hues of red yellow blue and green

Beyond all that with these eyes

And this mind is and are not seen

I do not seek or search

As if it is or is not

By knowledge known

Or by some faculty claimed as if owned

Fore to perceive and then comprehend

That I comprehend that I perceive is my quest.

Join me;

As we then pass this test.

 THE CHALLENGE

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 9Aug2011 5:28am

I was falling into the abyss when your voice I heard

And my soul you caught by reminding me that I’m not alone.

Oh, to be loved as the creator intended each to be.

And that none should fall by the way as a song unsung.

Never missed nor sometimes thought of

But remembered

And that memory acted upon.

What a feat to undertake;

To reach out into the darkness,

To raise one’s soul out of the time line

And glare into the universe that is all encompassing

To glimpse a shooting star,

Which was and is my soul.

And with determined intent you pressed that electronic trigger

And snared me with a tagline

Anchoring me to your loving concern

You redirected my trajectory

By reminding me of the whole of which I am a part

And as a shining star you’ve become that beacon

That beckons me home.

Home

The whole of which I am a part

And to know that when I am not

I will be missed.

BUT NOW I’m HOME

By

Sammie L. Carter

June 30, 2011

Thank YOU Lynn

The woman Eve should have been
Representing the woman
All women should be
Willing to submit
Having submitted totally to God
The Holy Spirit
And Jesus the Christ
The Holy armor of God
The home of God
And His redeemed creation
Yielded to the will of God
As servant
Willing in all ways
To be an instrument
In the hands of God.

By
Sammie L. Carter
Copyright Wednesday 5/11/11