For God, For Love, For Country, And For You
(The Storytellers)
By Jeffrey V. Perry
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Jeffrey V. Perry
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to the children, the storytellers of the new millennium, the new Jerusalem, the new Babylon, and etc. May you begin to tell your truths in your own words, from new perspectives that are not apparent now.
Table of Contents
Forward
Introduction
Chapter 1 - For God
Celestial Pains
The Storyteller
The Rumble In The Jungle
Salvation
What The Sun Has Seen
My Eternal Life
Light
Calling All Soldiers
God Only Loves A Poet
My Prayer Unto The Lord
He Makes It Easy
Chapter 2 - For Love
Who First Broke Your Heart
You Bother My Heart
We Come First
The Lingering Love
Goosebumps
Chapter 3 - For Country
I Do Not Have A Chance
The Chains That Still May Bind Us
Work Is Who We Are
Imagine Economics
The Covenant
In My Economy
Instant Gratification
Chapter 4 - For You
Hypocrite
The Selfless Face Of Hip-Hop
“Heads” Or “Tails?”
Do You Have The Time Of Day?
For God So Loved This World
I Wish To Die Free
Bridging The Gap, No… Really!
(An Essay On Mental Health)
Biographical Information
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The Storytellers is about the child in all of us. Not those children only say the most unusual things, “but Jesus called them unto him, and said, suffer little children to come to me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God…” (Luke 18:16)
If we are ever to hear the call of the Father, we must first learn to listen, even when we do not understand that it is He or She. And shame on those who know the Father (and his Word), but who still refuse to hear. As we are all God’s children, then, we all have been called. But only if we all could listen!
Jeffrey V. Perry has been writing since the ripe age of seven years old. At age fifty or better, this is now his story to tell!
None are as great as the Storytellers. They are those who listen to the voice of God. They have heard God’s Awe. It is the sound of the silent wonder that is. The Storytellers interpret what the Awe says, as IT explains itself in real world terms to us, in private conversation. How can we tell when God is talking to us? We know because we feel that we must listen, no matter what else we are doing. Yet, too often we do not listen, because we find other things, at times, to be more important than just to listen. The Storytellers learn to tune in, and to turn on God’s voice, and to listen when He communicates with us, personally, or in a one to one contact. God has been known to have given instructions and to have made demands of us all. After all, He told Noah to build an ark, didn’t He?
God has always talked with His prophets. Maybe God, He or She, just like us, has a story to tell. And God is the greatest Storyteller. (Remember His first book, the Holy Bible, the World’s Bestseller?) God is always talking, if we just listen! God is in all our Muses, whether it is art, poetry, music, etc, because God is love, enjoys Him/Herself, and then accepts us all with a hearty laugh. But, God only tells the Truth which may cause us pain to know, because although, we can talk and we think, we know not the truth. We might even swear too that we have written stories even greater than any others. We are Storytellers, who reach beyond the clouds to create. Since Our Father is The Creator, it is in our genes to be like Him. Therefore, we are Storytellers if we learn to hear His truth, everything that comes to us from only God. (Just remember Thy Awe, Thy Truth, and Thy Conscience Presence)
Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I would like to thank God, the Father (the Awe), God, the Son (the Truth), and God, the Holy Spirit (the Conscious Presence). May Peace, Love, and Understanding be with us.
Secondly, I would like to thank Family and friends, because life is meaningless without you, in all the capacities that you do affect me.
Thirdly, I would like to thank those, particularly in need. Having, myself, been in terrific need before, you continue to inspire me to write and address those issues that confound me, which I believe we as a human group should better address.
Lastly, I must thank “Uncle Gene, the genius” Elwood G. Edwards, PhD for his diligent expertise in the skills of expressing worldly understandings in verbal and written forms - A great “edits” person and “a partner in crime
Celestial Pains
I move forward more into my celestial realm
Leaving worldly and mundane existences behind.
I only conclude that I have food enough to eat,
I can still stand on my own two feet,
And the life and time before me,
I am looking forward to meet.
Can we continue on a life’s quest for too long?
Or do we just settle for what we have completed -
All imagined and then unimagined
Until we write that we have indeed completed it?
Or, do I continue to draw and to drain, even to milk
Water from what, is and always was
Just a stone from the beginning with no water in it?
Creation is doing just that much!
Hey, as God created us, saw it through and now
Even He or She has moved on to bigger and better,
More important things to His or Her liking.
(No one-hit pony for The Almighty.)
As we are the ones constantly asking, “Are we there, yet?”
Is God still there overseeing and overshadowing?
I would be long gone really, if He or She were me!
Our questions are still: “Are we really here; or there; and why?”
We can only (literally) ask.
But I am here and have not moved on.
Maybe I have opened that door again
To that closet that we tried to keep closed.
That one where we go in and out of constantly,
Time and time again.
That one that we try to hide from the children,
That we realize they will open themselves just as we have done.
Maybe our fears will be fear enough that no one will venture there,
Ever again
Until, I open that door again.
I suggest first that it should be opened,
And that we should attempt to clean up the mess,
Not that we must. Someone, somewhere, sometime will have to
But not me, I only suggested it.
Just like the waters and the airs, there are plenty, for now.
By the time, there is no more water, air, or no food to eat,
I will not be alive and then it will all be in pill form, anyway.
People will then realize that the world was really flat or flat-like, the way
We understood it during previous times,
And, at least on one side of the world, they will be just fine
And all will be right in the world. (Except for those who did not listen, those who failed to go into the closed door to clean up, those who still, even this very day, live in fear - having no life at all!)
Even the children will be able to invent a new world of their own making, their beliefs, and their desires.
We will all grow old enough to remember when God was here asking us,
“What will we do with His or Her world,” before He or She moves on?
It would not be that bad? No.
Since, we will be the ones in charge, that is, if we do desire to take that on
The Storyteller
A child born with judgment on my head:
I have the dread of mankind in my stead.
I am the storyteller, the misplaced one, and the liar.
For those here, I do not care; here, none is higher.
Amongst the world to be judged and then cleansed,
I am its king, for all who lurched and clenched.
They searched all over, it was foretold
That this is the time to also save the soul.
Though it all could be a lie
Yet, all are ignorant, none questions why?
I too, know of Jesus that He would come again.
But its signs, its times, and its rhymes would have never been.
“Love your mother,” Jesus has said, “From the Earth, you have come!
No time to change, to rearrange, what is done is done!”
I am the hypocrite,
I am a mimic,
One without cause or pause