Penning Patience

Justin Israel

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“I Believe”

Before we begin,

You must understand

That this book is a journey 

And the words that are spoken here

Should not be treated

Like a grain of sand.

Yes, I am only a man 

With a limited life span.

A man who “Chose” to serve his country: 

A man who turned into another Forgotten Veteran.

I can be crude and I can be rude,

Yet in “The End” I always aim to be True

Even if that means I end up offending you

With my realistic, GOD-fearing, patriotic points of view.

Yes, I possess a four-letter vocabulary.

Trust me when I say, you are not only going to read about the flowers and bunnies here.

What you are about to read is not going to be easy.

Not for you, not for me and definitely not for the foolhardy.

So try to forgive me for my sins

And I will do my best at forgiving you for yours 

Because after ALL we are only human

Trying our best to get by in this F.U.C.K.E.D.*-up world that we have created 

Through ALL of our sins.  

*(Forbidden Under Crown of King Every Day)

I started writing these words, 

Never expecting them to ever be heard.

I wrote them to get them off my chest

Because I desperately needed some peace and rest.

Sujets

• Inspirational
• Themes
• Subjects
• Religious
• América
• General officer
• Poetry
• General
• American
• War

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 29 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781977264510
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 7 Mo

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Genesis 9, 9-17
Penning Patience All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2023 Justin Israel v3.0
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Table of Contents
"I Believe"
Waiting Patiently
Red Light Reprisal
Pure Reflections
The Philosophy of Demons
My Beautiful Dream (Part I)
My Beautiful Dream (Part II)
Bless This Home
Quotes, Thoughts and Poems
Truth
Me
Quotes, Thoughts and Poems
Land of the Lame
Wisdom, Faith and Love
Any Given Season (Part 1)
You Cut Me Down
The Way Maker
MoM
"Believe"
Tombstone
"Smile"
Let it ALL go
Fortune
Forgotten
Alone
22
Forsaken
Quotes, Thoughts, Poems
"We the People"
Thank You
Reality
Wild Flowers
Prayer
War-Torn Veteran
Greener Pastures
Quotes, Thoughts and Poems
Technology
A Good Poem
Anymore
Winds of Change
Aspire
Humanity
The Walls of Persecution
Our Society
Assholes
Cursed Earth
Sobriety
Follow Through
Futures and Dreams
Just 4 You
"GOD SEES"
"Yes"
"Perfect Sacrifice"
"Roll the Dice"
Timing and Tempo
Virtue
"Please"
Illusions of Love
Death of Privacy
Sadurdays
Fulfillment
The Brilliance of Humanity
EL’s Rock
"FAITH"
Royal Flush
My Pledge
ALL for You
Listen
"Choices"
Prelude
Summation
Romans 12,21
"I Believe"
Before we begin,
You must understand.
That this book is a journey
And the words that are spoken here
Should not be treated
Like a grain of sand.

Yes, I am only a man,
With a limited life span.
A man who "Chose" to serve his country:
A man who turned into another Forgotten Veteran.

I can be crude and I can be rude,
Yet in "The End" I always aim to be True
Even if that means I end up offending you
With my realistic, GOD-fearing, patriotic points of view.

Yes, I possess a four-letter vocabulary.
Trust me when I say, you are not only going to read about the flowers and bunnies here.
What you are about to read is not going to be easy.
Not for you, not for me and definitely not for the foolhardy.

So try to forgive me for my sins
And I will do my best at forgiving you for yours
Because after ALL we are only human
Trying our best to get by in this F.U.C.K.E.D.*-up world that we have "created"
Through ALL of our sins.

I started writing these words,
Never expecting them to ever be heard.
I wrote them to get them off my chest
Because I desperately needed some peace and rest.

What you are about to read is ALL of my pain and misery
Written down over the course of 5 years
After Full-Time Active Duty service
For our country.

You are going to read about all of the hurts that I obtained
Both past and present: dealing with PTSD, struggling on to stay sane.

Like I said in the beginning,
You are going to have to forgive me for my sins
And while you read, if you feel the need to label me
Then label me correctly,
That "I Believe."

There is no doubt within me that I never could have or should have made it this far
Without the help of someone or something Holy.
" I Believe" in the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
All of whom I am unworthy.

I’ve done the best with my 2 nd chance
To bring you "my truths"
Through positive outlets with rhymes.
Keep reading for the proofs.

But read on if you dare.
You better be prepared.
Like I said earlier in this writing,
You are not going to find too many flowers and bunnies here.

You have been forewarned,
No need to be scared.
Turn ALL of your troubles over to The Good LORD up above.
HE is always there.

These are only the broken words
From a Forgotten Veteran’s viewpoint.
A man who pushed it too far
One too many times
Until in The End,
"I went for Broke."

So enjoy the read
Of my blood, sweat and tears.
For a country I was willing to bleed for and to die for if need be
ALL to preserve so-called Domestic Tranquility.
Too bad nowadays it seems more like a Nightmare to me
Rather than a Dream.

So go ahead and turn the page, but I warn you.
It is not going to be easy to digest what you read.
_______________
*(Forbidden Under Crown of King Every Day)
Waiting Patiently
They are, they are, ALL around me:
Tyrants abusing the power given to them by society.
So-called Peace Keepers in the "Land of the Free"
Who would gladly lock me up and throw away the key
If I refuse to obey their evil policies,
Created by lawless, greedy, corruptible men along with the Most Unholy.

Like a broken record playing human history,
The same tune echoing in this circle of insanity.
Repeating again and again throughout the centuries,
The enemy keeps dividing because of GOD-GIVEN diversity.
Using the heathens that are bred systematically,
Most generally referred to as Nazis.

War, genocide, hatred, greed, pollution and slavery
ALL manifest from the same evil source, Most Unholy.
Leaders influenced and tempted into sin, generally,
Making them the ones who impinge on our right to be FREE.
Breaking us down day by day with animosity
Slowly but surely enslaving ALL of humanity.

Patiently waiting on "The SAVIOR" to destroy this deadly hypocrisy,
Bringing Truth, Light, Life and Hope back to this dark obscurity.
When Truth, Justice and Peace become the normality.
Where Love, Joy and Happiness shine throughout the land completely.
A time when Goodness, Light, FAITH and Prosperity become the reality.
When GOD Reigns Supreme, Unmatched, Without Doubt,

The Good LORD, GOD Almighty.
Red Light Reprisal
Cruising down the road on an empty open night.
Listening to some tunes and I’ve hit every red light.
It’s two in the morning, with not another soul in sight.
So what’s the deal with ALL these fucked-up red lights?

These lights should be flashing, yellow and red.
While ALL the good little boys and girls are asleep in their beds.
But, Control is in the hands of someone who never drives past eight.
A lazy, inconsiderate, overpaid, duly appointed, yes, you guessed it, public servant.
Someone who thinks staying awake past eleven is late.
A brainwashed, sugarcoated zombie who is too programmed to relate.

ALL I know is that I want this job, whatever it may be,
So I can try to make some sense within ALL of this madness, by hooking up the night owls in my city.
Not to mention I bet this job probably has some dope bennies.
Then I can finally get this hole in my tooth fixed, fucking cavities.

So I’m calling them ALL out; right here, right now.
These whack-ass public servants who have forgotten what America is ALL about.
The freedom to "choose," whether it be right or wrong.
Not to sit around like a robot, waiting for some inanimate object to tell me that
"It’s ALL clear" and now I can move along.
These officials were elected not to make our lives worse, but to make our lives better.
I guess that’s a lesson they no longer teach to the children, in Kindergarten ?
ALL I "See" is them finding new ways to line their pockets with ALL of "Our" Hard-Earned Cheddar.
Public servants who have turned into nothing more than tax and revenue collectors
Who live by the motto of "Do as we say, not as we do,"
Welcome to the new "Red, White and Blue."

They take and they take, until there is nothing left.
Then they wait to collect your fillings, after your last breath.
In one hand is the hard truth and in the other a beautiful lie.
Now is the time for you to ask yourself; will you continue to live like a slave until you die?

Which do you prefer?
Being a person truly free, "In the Land of the FREE"
Or being a personal piggy bank to a bunch of lawless would-be public servants
Who have let the Evil of this world Enslave your Humanity?
Zerah
Pure Reflections
Sitting on top of Amidon Hill
Trying my best to sit back, relax and chill.
As I look down watching life pass me by,
I’m so lonely and sad, "Seeing" this complicated lie.

I’d love to walk away and wish you ALL the best of luck.
Wash my hands clean of the bullshit and lies, ALL the dumb fucks.
Find my peace of mind in a far-off land.
Have a wife, make some kids, enjoy my life, feet in the sand.

Yet here I sit, fighting the good fight.
Battling against the darkness that wants to extinguish my light.
Devil wants to knock me down, but it will not succeed.
Through the darkness I walk, with demons beneath my feet.

Praying for Love to encompass me from my head to my toes.
Raining down GOD’s Light into my mind, body and soul.
Destroying this man-made hate, replacing it with nothing but Grace,
No more mask for me to wear, only a genuine smile upon my face.

All my life I’ve tried to help others achieve;
Chase down their dreams, "See" them succeed, Watch them " Believe ."
Not with words, but with acts, sometimes I find myself removing a knife from my back.
Most days you can be sure that I feel like a glorified doormat.

So before you point your finger or come to your conclusions by unjustly judging me,
Take a good hard look in the mirror and try to "See" how I "See."

No lies, honest intentions, undimmed eyes, pure reflections.
The Philosophy of Demons
The Philoso