Gambling On Love

Gambling On Love 

when opinions become from poisoned soil,

the fruit, it has no worth,

the garden of life needs replanting

with a new message from a new church.

well it's a max bet in the morning baby,

whistle blow and call at noon,

an I love you without a warnin'

we'll be making love real soon.

So go ahead, put in a nickel,

pull that handle love star fool,

a sure thing is a jackpot,

when that weight and measure booms.

It's planting seeds fresh in the morning,

making love- day is brand new,

dance in the evening by the fire,

I just love the me and you,

It's a gambler's dream with all the riches,

spilling out that pot for two,

put in a nickel- that morning hug and kiss

The garden is the jackpot so,

keep bettin'- dream and drool.

Journal entry 9/9/2022

 The pursuit of the determined heart is a fire that cannot be extinguished or surprised,

Just say that something cannot be done and I will do magic before your malicious and negative eyes,

Moving mountains is not a challenge when you keep a company that believes in your mind,

#thegardenoflife has been poisoned with the vanity fair and the lies.

#madzack #madzackradio #mentalhealthsupport #addictionrecovery #relationshipcoach #Author #thecarnivaloflife

Today is the day I go back to the dentist. The rest of my teeth are being pulled, and then I leave with healing dentures! In about 8 months I will receive the final pair.

I told Julie, last night while watching Elvis- the movie, that I was going to have a couple of them plated in gold so when I smiled you could see a flash of them among my molars. She thought I was serious, and I'm not sure I was joking! lol

For years, I battled with my teeth. When eating, they would sometimes fracture and break. Taking advantage of the jails, I would occasionally have them removed as needed but three years ago I did get to a dental clinic. They were removing them one at a time!

And then Covid happened, interrupting my care. For the next two years I waited.

In the spring, we moved to Toledo where we now reside. And after getting settled in and adjusted to the new environment, I made the much needed calls for a new doctor and a dentist. It's almost been four months but I am established now, with an appointment this morning at 10:00 am. It's 8:53 am at the moment.

Now I am having my coffee and chain smoking while reviewing some of my content and sharing posts. At the moment I am about to shower and beautify myself for the day, and put on a nice outfit!

when opinions become from poisoned soil,

the fruit, it has no worth,

the garden of life needs replanting

with a new message from a new church.

well it's a max bet in the morning baby,

whistle blowing call at noon,

an I love you without a warnin'

we'll be making love real soon.

So go ahead, put in a nickle,

pull that handle like a fool,

a sure thing is a jackpot,

when that weight and measure booms.

It's plantin seeds fresh in the morning,

making love- day is brand new,

dance in the evening by the fire,

I just love the me and you,

It's a gambler's dream with all the riches,

spilling out that pot for two,

If you don't put in a nickle,

with that morning hug and kiss

The garden is the jackpot so keep on bettin' dream and drool.

Banned books.

 I have also read all of these books, some more than once. Most recently, I purchased 1984. And if you believe in numerology or not- 1984 = AIHD! This understanding or discovery was made on the 16th of December after having my experience with a divinity on the 15th. It genuinely filled me with the "fear of God" and erased all doubt about continuing life of some sort after the physical death on this plane of existence. The Monarch butterfly is all of the evidence you need to support life after death- dying and and being reborn six times on it's journey. We are living and earning our just deserves in this life. We are always being tested- the dream world is a real place where we are taken to other worlds and often tested for our true nature. We have the power of choice even in our sleep. There is something far greater at hand, and while man destroys the Earth the joke is on Man- always striving to live more out of selfishness and fear of death. There are other worlds that cannot be reached any other way but through death. The gift awaits those who've earned it. And also misery beyond understanding for those who find out about what they will be denyed- dying forever, to never have the gift of everlasting life in the ethereal plane.

Going Home

                                                       Happy Heavenly Birthday, Danimal.

 I have read both old and new testaments cover to cover twice in the past. I started studying again two weeks before x-mas when I had a communication with a divinity on the 15th of December when I was given many things to scribe- and informed that I have six years. I just got done with Job, and now I am at Psalms which I have been reading a bit of here and there as I read through the rest of the bible. The way I look at it, I was told and shown many things before they happened. Visions of the war in November. In march I was shown the tick problem as well as the heatwave- though I didn't understand what I was being shown entirely. All of these things came to fruition which validates my gifts and motivates me on my path to continue my mission, although I am not sure what my mission is aside from following my heart. I was told that I will be a martyr, and I was told that they would come for me to lock me up. And it happened. They stuck me in a psych ward when I broke down and prayed out loud in the observation room. At the psychiatrics hospital I was treated very rudely and have legitamate lawsuits to pursue, starting with the hospital. They insisted that I am schizophrenic- in light of my claims against Kroger for consumer fraud- and my investigation and statements about Nielsen's Media Group/Nielsen's Ratings and The MRC- media ratings council. This is all very serious and I continue pursuing these things. And having closure, I cannot wait to die in this life. I have seen and endured enough.

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The Garden of Life- poetry

 Poetry is unending just as numbers- oh, and pi.

#thegardenoflife needs replanting,

all those solitary sighs-

Work is really playtime

and prison when you're alone,

Windows are worn out from staring,

no carrier pigeons or telephone,

The Dinner table in the attic,

like a dog without a bone-

Winter wood unchopped; still growing

love's in the garbage where it was thrown.

Seeds of animosity are spouting

where good things are supposed to grow.

Poetry is unending- help make the garden grow.

ZSP (i just wrote this)

Rainy Days

Rainy Days

 Remember when you worked day and night on your land- your farm,

always battling the heat and that sting in your eyes from the salt in your sweat?

All day long you prayed for rain, hoping for that day to rest and play.

Just like Easter or Merry Christmas day- scrambling children always near and gay-

Sewing up tatters while sparks and flames display-

near the hearth in the rocker that you made one day.

A chance to oil up the arms near a candles flame-

These days and those days are not the same.

No one knows about a rainy day-

complaining of the rain drops that are in their way.

Reality

 

I ride a white horse,

I'm the one who draws up the plans,

Watch me build a whole house with my two bare hands.

There's no question worth asking 

that I can't answer and more,

when things hit the fan

-the first to answer that door.

Don't waste precious energy into despising my work

Just do what you're able

while you pay attention and learn.

It's all spoke in the performance,

be happy I'm outgoing and see,

The gifts are right before you

In Nature's Magic- it's free.

Trees are the reason for the season

exploited because of the profitability

And now there is no penance or smallest of humility,

So much for Home of the Brave,

And land of the Free.  

Einstien said we would all die in six years

when there's a problem with bees.

Empathy

I am sorry to hear of your losses and pain. The energy has been high for a few weeks now. Myself, I have also been experiencing heartaches and woe that have pushed me to my limits- the toxic people I was affiliating myself with, the reopening of wounds every time I go on to social media hoping for a response from my children that only makes me feel the loss and sadness repeatedly. So, I've decided to withdraw from the World in my ways, lower my expectations and focus on getting my house in order- like it say's in the Bible. Yet, again, I cannot escape pain and concern when I look into my petry dish of existence and see the reality of society in my girlfriend- the hypnosis, the mind control, the addicition to the devices and the games, and the media circus that she insisits on inundating herself with while having no control in the madness... My energy will be focused on my poetry trilogy that will soon be released but even that opens up stinging wounds a s only one person showed up at my premiere of the reading of the first book... And still, 15 years of begging for feedback only gets me more silence. People are either afraid of me, or speechless... I have been crashing into a manic low. It almost made me fall off of the sobriety wagon, going back to drinking. It made me contemplate a permanent solution to end my aching heart. So, I lean on my faith, crying myself to sleep while pleading for guidance to do what is right in the eyes of goodness in the middle of the entire balance of my beautiful Mother Nature becoming far too unbalanced and slowly destroyed, and the seeming fact that almost no one cares. I can see you, and I can see that you care. Take care of yourself Matty. The Monarch butterfly is all the evidence we need to know that life does exist after our death in this plane of existence. Let them destroy the Earth- there are new Earths being created, and better lives to be earned but the only way to get there is through passing the divine tests and graduating through death. There is something greater awaiting us.

Hello Dolly

 

Facts are that, when it comes to Capitalistic Ventures, preying on the emotional quotient of pet owners is easily manipulated with all kinds of junk that ends up in the landfills. 

With a huge portfolio as a musician and performer, Dolly Parton has the ability to influence, if not change, the world.

Every household name artist has a slew of greedy little bloodsuckers that place demands on a lot of these artists to, say, put thirteen songs on an album- for instance. Well, when you place demands like this on the artists, it completely changes the quality of what they produce. They start searching through accumulated files of other starving artists so that they can fulfill the demands of the label- they take the love out of the artists contributions. Songs like "I can make a drink," for instance, negatively impact society- The Garden of Life.

The people do not need more pet toys when an old worn out boot is just as satisfying to any old dog. Letting your pet lick off the dinner plate is a heavenly reward to a pet. They don't care to wear clothes- even though they can be conditioned. And, it is humorous to the pet owner and their friends BUT it does nothing beneficial for the people. All it does is force them to make sacrifices in their budgets, which are already stressed out. All of that crap just ends up in the landfill, when the reality is that a dog will cherish a bone like a forever friend.

What would be fantastic is, if Dolly (whom we all grew up on, and love to death) would go back to music- the only thing the masses will open their ears for. She has the power (super power even) to write a song to help influence and heal the masses, to get them interested in Naturalism and caring for the soil for instance.

Soon there will be starvation, shortages of all kinds- like alcohol and coffee, and coca, and poppy. And don't forget that everyone is a pot user now- pot will be harder to get or even grow.

To say that the Earth is in trouble is an understatement. It's time to pay the fiddler. And all of us carpenters will be back in business by building affordable coffins, and making cooler living environments in the basements of homes across the country. People with money to do so will be fleeing towards the poles. Antartica has secrets. The moon is being fought over. Mars is a pipedream. 

It wasn't profitable to tend to the waste and pollution of corporations. It is such an issue that they passed bills into laws making us all corporations- responsible for all of the problems.

Fuel will be regulated soon, allowing you so many gallons per month. Water will be scarce. Wild game will be hunted to near extinction due to rising prices. Cattle farmers are killing their livestock because they can't provide and the animals are suffering.

This is the beginning of the end, and I am making popcorn because I am a Naturalist- not a helpless city boy with a television and media induced mental condition. Everyone acts and sounds like an inmate today. It's en vogue to be a bum.

There will be panic and riots and much death. There most certainly will be a new trail of tears, and the Native Americans will have their revenge. 

Good Morning America- just wait until there is no coffee. I can't wait to see Starbucks fold.

Now it makes sense why people have assault weapons and guns of all kinds. The only ones scared are the helpless- the ones too obstinant to take DICTATION from their TEACHERS.

You better hope that there is No God because people will answer for their misdeeds and be dealt with accordingly. So, ignore the evidence of life after death with the very Monarch butterfly. Your days, as mine, are numbered. 

My divinity informed me, on the 15th of December, 2021, that I have six years left, and I can't wait to die.

Choke on that.

We write to Heal

 Hello Frontier and Associates,

  

    My name is Zachery Scott Polk, and I have been writing since the age of nine. Something inside of me has been guiding me on life's unseen path, although deviating from that path with the many indulgences of the World. Having been dead six times, I am fortunate to have maintained my interests, partially in hopes of benefiting my children. 

     The many aspects of the construction trades have given many gifts that I greatly value and cherish. Coming from a broken home, consisting of many types of abuse, my claims are that I am a survivor with many things to share. My faith has kept me going in a world where it seems that the masses are a lost cause, sharing my writing for fifteen years and receiving almost no feedback or support. 

     Adjusting my sights, it is my hope to be discovered by withdrawing from the world and focusing my efforts on venues such as this as a final attempt to become validated or awakened to know whether my ego is at large or if I actually have a gift. 

     Please find value in what I have to share with you, as I am quite confident there is a treasure to be found. I am not without the understanding that it may take one hundred years before that happens, and I will most likely die penniless but we do not write for the money... We write in order to heal.

Thank you for your time and consideration-

Zachery Scott Polk