our righteous Lord

warm hot blood streaming down my left eye in the orbital down my cheek onto the ground I start to want to paint with it they say no no get back it back it’s bad it’s bad it’s my blood I’ll do with what I want I say this is I know all I know they want to call me another another screaming vehicle they want to take me away again another day another day that’s I’m invisible except to those that want to see me or have to see me get paid to see me pretty much whether it’s cops and Kevlar are age get paid my medicare lobby and lobby and join the club it’s all got in pain resting waiting for another shot having to get up one more time God hasn’t taken me yet but he’s showing me so much he takes me so many beautiful places this reality has nothing for you nothing.

So I have seen too many things about America I have learned too many things about the isms of America and the world. Of course I forget all these things every moment of every day because one cannot carry that on one shoulder as must you know I’m in a wheelchair now almost constant got thrown out of a hospital cuz of Medicare or actually I was taking out beautifully they sang and danced thought I was going one place ended up fighting for my life watching 15 other people in the house wondering what the hell this was some kind of hell for sure bed bugs hot dogs screaming people scared lost not fed not cared for whatsoever but she gets $1,200 a month for him and nobody checks on them she just gets the checks and she has other houses they say I remember when I fell and I wasn’t sure I was going to get up and she told him to go back to the house I think she’s hurt oh my God I’m going to stay here just you know go back and it wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to speak again or get up or see always that left temporal lobe hit it real good that time didn’t bleed but lots of parts of me don’t bleed anymore so I had to ask the person that threw me down to help me up when I was able and she did and then she disappeared she could no longer try to drag me back into a house of disgustingness and I’ve seen a lot of disgustingness but I think this is premeditation and in such a case I would have to pray long and hard for God to give her everything that she deserves

I still can’t understand it but I watched it for years always paying attention to what I want never really seen what was right in front of my eyes I guess it’s difficult sometimes to not see what’s right in front of you to see that this person’s not helping you for any other reason except to get paid. Kindness neighborlyness just a simple care of those around you and paying attention I’ve tried to do that all my life and I guess I haven’t done a very good job but thankfully I have a righteous Lord that has forgiven me my sins and constantly reminds me of them as I reminded of others so I may not be able to give anymore I may not have any left anything left everything has been taken little bits Time after Time. Thank you heavenly Father for the road I’ve traveled but you’ve carried me through Christ died for me so I can say this to you simple as that they say. I hope to be able to get in the Gulf one day I don’t have very many choices anymore they have wimbled the lies dwindled the lies they’re about as wobbly and it’s wimbley is anything you know so what I’m not is that word talk to text I will try to enunciate better hopefully why articulation will get to be one that even you can understand my name. I sent in a new home doing new things working really hard because that’s one thing I know is determination get the job done find out what needs to be done and get her done see it won’t even say get her done they almost said Gator done. So I laughed what I can I smile at what I can I can be angry except it shows up in tears my body’s still weeps when I sleep and I don’t get much of it a year ago I could walk and it’s slowly going downhill now well actually it’s going pretty fast comparatively and also life is simply what is in front of me today sometimes it’s just a door handle other times it’s trying to pour the milk other times it’s trying to get something to drink that’s better for me but that doesn’t work out either so I get ripped off because I’m vulnerable and I used to just give it

Published by CayC Wolff

an artist. A minister a healer a truck driver over the road for a couple million miles. An empath a child of the isms of the isms that are America at least it's my perspective as I lay here trying to heal a hip that was replaced in the hospital far from all that I know and all that I understand but close to all that I am thank you Jesus.

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