You know Judas could read and write that’s what the Bible’s always said.
He was the guy kept the money
and I imagine the names and the amounts and the things they’d say…and pray for…everyday
Because we know Jesus wasn’t hustling down
The followers of His Father anyway.
Jesus said “Follow me” to Levi the money counter son of Alphaeus
I guess reading and writing weren’t his thing
Now the Bible wouldn’t betray us
We’ve always know that Judas wrote a gospel
Just ask old Saint Irenaeus
So when they discovered his Gospel there was no doubt it was extemporaneous…
Can’t blame us…
Now his story is out…
What is it about…?
Will you find it out?
What did Judas do to Jesus?
Why don’t we talk about that today?
Would it be okay…
Of old Judas finally got his say?
God said “one of you will betray me”
And God’s will is God’s and there ain’t no way
To defy the will of God anyway.
So Judas said “That’s Jesus, the Son of God and I believe him” and that’s all he had to say…
Then he kissed him there in public and watched as they dragged his life away…
The rest of his story never mattered
Judas got what he deserved he hung himself in shame taking all the blame in a corner of some poor mans plot where even the poor can’t pay
“Whoa is he who betrays me” that’s what his best friend told him that day…
But Judas did it because he loved him,
enough to betray.
Thanks for the zaps. I just set it up today. Sent some back to make sure I know what I’m doing🙂
Time is a trap, set bye a lie, life is the bait.
I really am a Luddite. I’m posting from my 7 iPhone. I have to set up my zaps. I know. I’m just enjoying this place for what it is.
Cornflower Blue
denim
Shot out of earth like the spring
Fresh and new
The males are sparkling…and waving and wanting at you…
Ladies! please!
Smell the fresh blush in the air…
The flesh of new life is displayed every year
And dawning and sunlight at noon; midday
Evening winds blow blooms
Hither…astray… and fragrances fill the air
Peek and you’ll find the pleasures of
Springtime offered by
Man kind…
Flamingoes get Flamboyance
Even Vultures get Committee
Unlesss you’re dead
Your Wake they stead, the rest
Is even less pretty…
A Parliament! A Congress!
Why do Buzzards get so much due?
A flock of Ostriches is called…
A “flock”?…you’re kidding?…no?
Every flocking flock’s a flock!
Flock this! We’re flocking thru!
We’ll call a flock of Ostriches
A Nostrich now…
Thank you.
Beer beer
I love you dear
Keep you close
nice and near
A foamy ring around a glass
Where smiles and jokes and laughter pass
Honey amber bitter brown stout thick sweet
A round or two and one to go…
Beer beer I love you so.
Nostr ostriches unite…
Please let us , not fuss nor fight
Bitcoin sets all of us free
From extraneous worry
Of who does what? says what? and when?
Nostriches are freinds!
We pass along what we share and help the flock of others’ growing there…
We survive…as we all are one,
The future is now…and has begun…
Let the Nostrich lead the way…
To the peaceful- Bitcoin way…
We don’t tuck our heads In sand
We stand our ground and make the plans
That lead us into hyperspace
Let’s meet our neighbors
With our feathery lace
And blaze the trail
With finesse and grace
Plumes fluffed for all to know,
Nostr is the way to go…
Nostr ostriches unite…
Please let us , not fuss nor fight
Bitcoin sets all of us free
From extraneous worry
Of who does what? says what? and when?
Nostriches are freinds!
We pass along what we share and help the flock of others’ growing there…
We survive…as we all are one,
The future is now…and has begun…
Let the Nostrich lead the way…
To the peaceful- Bitcoin way…
We don’t tuck our heads In sand
We stand our ground and make the plans
That lead us into hyperspace
Let’s meet our neighbors
With our feathery lace
And blaze the trail
With finesse and grace
Plumes fluffed for all to know,
Nostr is the way to go…
Mine: “politics are for the children”…
I don’t have any…
Your children… I wish the best for.
I will not screw this world up before I leave it, nor will I be concerned with the state of it now, nor after I’m gone.
That’s what Bitcoin does for me.
I need to add “ the day” in the time line… I just correct my “mistakes” later. I love writing in real time, bet you do too! 🤠
“What a great idea!!!!….
Tim…”
I tell myself to my chagrin
“Set up your zaps! Judas!”
This I hear….But zaps are not what brought me here.
Freedom! Freedom!…
From all those things that’s steal what being an artist means…
To share….is what we’re meant to do
But yet we must eat… yes that too…
A Luddite here you all will find
Or a simple man with a simple mind
Who wants to share
what God in-lives
And not count joys those graces give
I’ll set up my zaps…
but this I must share
With all emphasis I swear
Giving is the reason why
We live forever
Or yet again must try…
There is bird house
Out my door…
A home too perfect too ignore,
A batch or two of new voices sing
And bring in spring’s awakening
Little treasure’s
Yet to find their way among
the week, the time
To catch the grasses as they grow
With bugs and treats buried below
Snow soon sets in to bring again the howling
Cold and blowing wind…
Voices anew…
Do I hear?
Spring Spring Spring
Is here.