Yahuwah

I laugh at my past, sitting here listening to The fiddle play

mischievous and my grin, I feel so alive in the halls of dust covered what knots

My feet skip out side, The grace of the day is all around

one with Yahuwah, joy knowing his hands will change the moments like the

poker player shuffles the cards, the constellations will change

I love Christ Yahuwah because this pastor that will not change

never to want

the days change, yet Yahuwah will always remain

Liberty the Buddha of life

 

presence of peace horrifies me

I have read, in the Essays of William Butler Yeats,

“Beauty like sorrow dwelleth everywhere”

 

I have walked to here for years,yet the presence of peace horrifies me

what to say, My face seems to always change, her beauty disturbs me

 

I

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 the rain is falling, but its alright,

the grass is coming alive,

 the colors tell me its a day of spring

let it rain , let it fall,

 with no complaint

 Today is a New post,

I have  no weapons but a smile,

I think I’ll let joy surround me, overcome me

only to posses me

 And Ill try something new, I want to pull up a Tree Huggin song from youtube

ask my neighbor if  she has some thing to toke on , go back home, watch the colors become electric

and alive,

 come back home, and sing along with some old song

with no special meaning or purpose

just comfort

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 Just a simple stream, and a bunch of old rocks

will ease my soul.

 I look up towards the host of heaven and Iam allowed into the court of the Divine

nobody around to cough or mummer, when I pour me a glass of wine

roll one up and become thankful and relaxed in my  flesh

I pray Like a son, and I speak to Yahweh in a Human manner,

“Hey ol man, this wine! sure is good, and the night is awesome, fuckin A”

 I think about Time and Life, Death, love and Hate ,

 peace

nature seems to be ok with it,

would the leaves ever change, with out the magic of it

Augmentations

 Bring her up from the plane, with your gift and your art 

your,

manipulations of light and shade,

 dam father, when I think of the reflections in a mirror, man and the energy of this universe

the Atoms and space, this horrible creation this horrible beauty

 I tremble, and then I drink another glass of wine and take another toke,

only to exhale the words

fuckin a

Death

 relax, just sit here and smell the ocean breeze, now to be good

at killing

 you have to ask your self, this scent in the breeze, fish and salt maybe even light from the sun. You have to determine, life and death! because the ocean seems to house them both detect a scent of an organism decaying,  maybe its scent is simply life about to begin

 yet speaking of an Eagle or shark does it really matter

  no plea of the Rich or poor sways any decision here in my court,

I have a gift from him.

my eyes are pure

Fuck You (free Fucking speech)

today sure aint fuckin grand,

I have the right to shout these words, I have the right to say hey you fucking idiots

you make me want to throw the fuck up!

Fuck you or get the fuck out of here!!!!

I feel like getting fucked up today, maybe its because you are

driving me fucking crazy!

Iam the fuck out of here or you got to be fucking crazy

man thats fucking lame or what the fuck is up with that

But I love simply Hey ass hole

FUCK YOU, its my right to practice free speech

you fucking ass hole

James D. Ballard (A.K.A Hill Billy outcast)

To whom it may concern,

 By the holy Grace of our father and creator, I send you one and all greetings of love, faith, and fellowship, on this glorious gift of a day, and I pray that all who read this are in good health and High in spirit!

 My name is James D. Ballard some of you that have been involved in the movement or have been in or know some one who’s in the Tennessee department of corrections may know me as Hill Billy outcast, the founder and National President of the faith group movement with in the Tennessee gulag, as The Brotherhood forever.

 I have Been here in the T.D.O.C. for 30 plus years and have been involved in the movement almost as long. (longer without my knowledge, smile!) Well it seems that I will be here a short time longer, If it Yahweh’s will, I will praise his holy name and continue to do his work and will.

 Because of ZOG’s federal government Funding The T.D.O.C has made it even more difficult to worship according to our beliefs,. I have won the right to worship as an Identity Christian, but I must do it alone in my cell, and all literature pertaining to the history, heritage, culture, race, and faith of our people has been deemed security threat group material, and sadly as the years have past the brothers within, true to the faith have had to hide to worship like the Christians of old in the catacombs, if they choose to walk in their faith with their heads held high they may suffer loss of good time.   

  In which they will hold them longer, or transfer them to a security threat group program where they are forced to deny their faith, and denounce their membership in the church/ faith group or movement etc. Most of the time they are placed on max. I have made a handful of attempts over the years to have free world leaders from Rev. Butler to pastor ken Gregg to come inside the T.D.O.C. to share the knowledge, wisdom and understanding of Yahweh’s holy word with the children of Israel, but to no avail.

 Today, the struggle both inside prison and out seems to be focused on personal and collective issues, that have more to do with this group or that group, this person or that person, (in-fighting) is what it has been labeled, I really do not have enough information to make a determination as to who is right or wrong, etc. But I can say that we that we have a larger war at hand, our kids are losing their Identity, the young adults are on crack, or meth, our women are breeding with non whites at an alarming rate. The White males are sagging, with gold in their mouth, hanging out with the non whites and worse. Unity is key right now the 14 word prayer is clear. Jerry Clower once told the story of him being at a church and a man asked him “what are you” Jerry responded “what am I?” oh you mean what denomination am I” ? Well I was raised a first Baptist, but if you are a Christian i can worship with you”, he went on to say, “In fact if you run across someone that is more baptist I am Christan you might ought to break and run”.

 Brothers and Sisters of the faith, we know as Identity, be you Brotherhood, Klan, nation, etc. If we dont find away to work together at least on some level we will surly lose this war. I was praying Yahweh would release me this year so i could make an effect to enlighten all of you on this issue at hand for our youth both out there and in here, but as it stands i will need to remain in here for a short time longer .

 I need your help, I need someone able and willing to type articles, copy and distribute them accordingly or donate equipment so that we, those of us with in can cerate a line of commun- cation throughout the states. This is a key to our struggle with in to create positive change with in our selves, and our environments Bibles, Strong’s Concordances, bible Dictionaries, literature on our history, heritage, culture, and our faith. this would be a blessing for our library, these items must come from vendor. If any of you would like to correspond with brothers with in who have spent 15 years or more on Max, (prison with in a prison) for standing up for our Volk then let me know, They would love to hear from you.

 Adopt a prisoner, this is a great time in your life to assist those in need, reach out offer them a hand, ( Isaiah 61:1)

  Thank you for your time , help and understanding you can reach me through my E.D.E Mr. Scott Fultz who placed this on facebook, or you can contact me directly,

 James D. Ballard #93023 T.C.I.P./1-b-2-08, 1499 R.W. Moore Memorial HWY

  Only Tn. 37140.

 Yahweh bless you and keep you safe and strong, healthy, and above all happy, as life is to short… think about it over 30 years in prison!

 

  

Wine and Weed, and old songs

 Just some Shit and Giggles

 Well hell Iam 43 years old and poor as hell. Yet I am smiling and having a good time. At least my pecker works. I eat rich tho, it seems the Rich pay big for the poor man’s cuisine. Its all about the Augmentations, learning the ratio of Spices. Strange when you think about it, Cajun is just a poor mans supper, throwing everything in the pot, because there aint nothing else to do.  Hell Sushi, now thats really being strapped for cash, hell they cant even afford to cook the dam thing.

  Hell my prayers seem more human any more, they seem real. Iam just thankful for being happy and sound. I thank Yahweh for his presence in my life. I know this because I still have hope. I’ve seen people with out it. you can scream at him, he aint going to send you to hell for getting him up.

 Today, Iam going to roll one up and just listen to spring. Might Even go and buy a bottle of wine. Listen to some bluegrass or Irish shit kicking music. But today, Iam going to pray for this fucked up country, again! lol

 May you realize poor man, that the rich will pay any price for your taste and he knows quality, and it comes with time. Tomorrow Iam going to roll one up and chill for a while. Might even pray.

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