We're on a Mission from God

Now begins the Mission from God . . . Distribution is needed.

And in those days now called the eighties, did Elwood invoke the Holiest of words: "It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses... Hit it!" ~ Blues Brothers

What Could You Have You Done?

I saw what you did
and then I did wonder,
what could you have done
to allow this to be.

What crime you committed
has caused you to travel,
with a criminal unworthy;
with a man so unclean.

That you'd give up your soul.
And give silent assent.
That you'd offer your favor
without any cost.

And gladly you saw him
continue to rise
all the time knowing,
he arose without you.

You carried his weight
the weight of a criminal
and the weight of his loot
your share became his.

Was it some magic?
What caused you to give
to him your support
and a vote against you?

Was there some reason
you support him today.
And is there a reason
to support him tomorrow?

When will you grow
into your own decisions?
When will you look up
and see what you've done?

And remove from this person
the power you gave him,
and send him to hell
he deserves and has earned.

Copyright David E. Smith
Banks, Oregon
All Rights Reserved

Things have been different

 In the past few weeks things have changed in me. Big things. All things. Who knows. But my life has been better than most will believe. And my mind seems to have changed as well, the way I see the world and how I communicate with it is changing. So much, in fact, that I am preemptively declaring all discussion as too egotistical to talk about and refuse discussing it further.

The below are letters that popped up on my keyboard and demanded I play whack-a-mole. So I punched keys and these things fell out. It seems the Muse are out and about these days. The Second one is challenging to read and this seems intentional.

No Kings Is Not A Protest Poem

The righteous they scare him.
And boos drown his demon.
He pays for ass wiping.
His lies and his semen.

But listen to him.
Believe what he's saying.
Believe what he's doing.
For Him they are praying.

They give him the power.
They'd make him their King.
They'll call him messiah.
But it all means nothing.

He comes just to use them.
He comes for their worship
He comes for their money.
Their ears filled -his bullshit..

They pay for the privilege
of paying him more.
And he keeps on taking.
We all know the score.

And we know the answers.
Are they're all just for asking.
But you'll get no reply,
from the man who would be King

Kings might be cowards.
Kings might be brave.
They don't follow rules
and take what they crave.

The trick to it all.
Is to heed every call.
To not have a King.
For the good of us all.

We have little voices,
But hear what I'm saying.
Use the voice that they give you.
And don't have a king.

©All rights reserved to David E. Smith
CreeksideFarmOregon@gmail.com

A Novel Poem That.Nobody Will Get

People will peep.
Fighters will fight.
Talkers will talk.
Trees grow.

Seekers must seek
Seer's got to see.
Sorcerers use source.
Rocks do nothing..

Poets don't po.
While Singers do sing.
And Puppies might pup,
And Dogs might do it too.

Truth is from God.
Truth's undeniable
Like beauty and Sadness.
Some gifts you don't want.

It's an open book test.
They furnish the answers.
And right there before you.
You stand in your way.

Every four lines,
you expect to hear rhythm.
But this is strange meter.
Get over yourself.

This isn't about you.
Not part of your story.
Not one of your answers.
Give God the Glory.

God's Grace make this happen.
Informed not conceived.
You got all the answers.
So why did you keep reading?

©All rights reserved to David E. Smith
CreeksideFarmOregon@gmail.com

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A new way to go

 We have decided that it is time to begin activating ourselves in the service of our nation. The current horror show we experience around us requires people of good conscience to act. We are aware of our age and the relatively little difference we can make, but every small act of resistence to evil is part of a bigger picture. 

Today I have closed my Facebook, Twitter (X), Instagram, and other social media accounts because those people running them want to destroy my country in their support of evil doing. I will close my Amazon Prime account too, even though I like it and use it all of the time. We cannot give one more dollar to a company which serves evil. We are not revolutionaries, we hope to save our nation as we have all along. But there needs to be a nation and right now the nations itself is placed on the block by men who have benefitted so much, yet given so little, and now are failing to protect it. Fuck them and anyone who supports them. We are through with staying out of it and there's too much at stake. 

This came to me in a stream of conscious today. I release any copyrights to anyone who wishes to use it.

Ice Out

My muse is so noisy
From God's Lips to my ear.
And now I stand fighting,
without any fear.

For my God is mighty.

I have God's protection.
What you have is simple,
Not a Godly connection.

For my country I fight,
for Red, White, Blue.
For my nation I stand,
and stand against you.

For my nation, my family.
Native born are we all.
Since 1832,
we heeded the call.

We were soldiers then,
as we are soldiers now.
We follow our God.
Never herded like cow.

You follow a madman.
You follow a fool.
You follow him blindly.
You're only his tool.

For he does not love you.
Though he may tell you so.
And when you aren't useful.
He will suddenly go.

For He is not loyal.
And He is not true.
And He's always false.
But expects more from you.

You stand on his bastions.
Carry weapons of hate.
We stand on the streets.
Our numbers more great.

You give him your body.
You give him your soul,
You give him your all,
That's His only goal.

So keep giving freely.
And He'll take it all.
For the shekels he offers
For the shekels you'll fall.

But he lives in safety.
And promises you that.
But he is a devil.
And you wear his hat.

A hat full of troubles.
You wear it all day.
For life you'll wear it.
You can't get away.

You will be known,
for the damage you do.
But you can leave now.
We give this to you.

He offered you shekels.
And now you're a cog.
If your pockets are empty.
Let him send out his dogs.

He gave you hotels
and restaurant bars.
He told you he'd do this.
He tricked you this far.

But when it all stops.
When he grinds to a halt.
Hotels becomes barracks.
And food without salt.

The sweet and the salty
will go from your diet.
But we have a plan
and you might as well try it.

The plan is so simple.

Go home or just join it.

We are fun people
But can be a riot.

And there you will stand,
with eleven and one.
And there we will stand,
without any gun.

And they will say shoot,
and shoot you just may.
Shoot brothers and sisters.
Shoot children they say.

What names we will call you
the word choices horrid.
And you might not like it.
It might make you torrid.

And you just might want this,
for a fight you are spoiling.
You do something stupid.
And we all will start boiling.

And when all that heat
Gets a just bit all too much.
And you are not sleeping.
And feel out of touch.

Think kindly of people.
The one's you disdain.
And wish to rekindle.
Our old friendship flame.

And we will accept you,
and your weak excuses.
Your claims you were fooled then.
You hope for forgiveness.

And we will accept you
but you followed orders.
We'll bring you to judges.
As His cannon fodders.

And if you can't see
what you read here is true.
Pull the trigger and find out
just who protects who.

For our God is mighty
and our God protecting,
our wives and our children.
while yours will be wailing.

For our fight is righteous.
God calling the tune.
Your god an orange man.
But more the fool you.

You follow him blindly.
Lend ear to his orders.
You pull the triggers.
You cause these disorders.

It's you causing riots.
You offered no peace.
And you stand there thinking.
That you are police.

But you are the person.
Whose doing the wrong.
And when you start singing.
We'll love your sad song.

And when your own family
does leave you behind.
You will cry at their doorstep
for your sin of pride.

It all comes from God
and pride's a great sin.
You are responsible
for the trouble you're in.

Your leaders are guilty
of crimes against us.
And they will sit sadly.
On our prison bus.

Or theymight just flee
to resorts full of plenty.
And leave you behind to
face the wraith of almighty.

And they you might follow,
and stand at their door.
They will smile at you.
But won't offer more.

They'll steal all your money
take your soul then forget it.
And leave you behind,
To face truth unprotected.

You'll know what you know
just as you do right now.
You're cattle to them.
To them only cow.

They will eat you or wear you
without any thought.
They will herd you to slaughter.
And sit on their butt.

They will laugh at the carnage.
They themselves have created.
And call out for more cowboys.
Their hunger not sated.

New cowboys may come.
Cows do what Cows do.
Because cows are just cows.
And now so are you.

These fences you build.
Will soon become walls.
The walls will contain you
if any of us falls.

They rope you and brand you
and put you in stalls
Our God sees our peace.
And break down your walls.

For our judges all know
from where power's derived.
And who is the righteous.
And who must be fried.

You do Satan's bidding
You shit smelling pup.
And we will stand peaceful.
Then cover you up.

And forget who you were.
You're not worth remembering.
And your name will be lost
Your family forgetting.

That they gave you a life.
And a good life no doubt.
They offered you all.
Then you sold us all out.

February 2, 2026 Moving forward again

 We have made some minor progress this year so far. Our plans to do some work in the kitchen has gone forward, but slower than we planned. A typical thing here, the farm has its own schedule and ignores ours.   Lots going on anyway.

Pixie had her pups two days ago, ten beautiful little Basset babies. But toward the end of her pregnancy she got so big that we had to spend quite a bit more time with her. We started taking shifts to cover her care 24/7 and got very little sleep for about a week. Her whelping was pretty quick without any troubles at all. Now we take shifts watching the pups and keeping them cleaned up and safe. Two pups already have a home and the rest usually go pretty quick. We'll have them until at least early April and we can begin sleeping regular schedules in about a week.

The arrival of puppies may allow us the money to finally put in the parking lot project. We gleaned fence fabric for the project years ago and hope to get the fence posts and gates in during April. This graveled and fenced area will finally allow us to get our cars off the street and provide a place for segregating dogs when we need to. Between puppies and dog boarding we spend quite a bit of time on the dog business. Having a parking area will help with having people come around more often as our customer base of visiting Hounds gets a bit bigger. 

This coming week we hope to find time to finish the tile backsplash and then go on to some minor cabinet fixes before painting everything. Some things had to wait after we built the house and finishing the kitchen will take until late Winter at least. But it will be a welcome change.

Our egg sales are brisk. The flock is laying around a dozen eggs a day and we sell almost half of them and we eat the rest. Just as before the eggs sold pay for all the eggs produced. I just wish the business would scale up and add to our income. But it doesn't. Costs rise as quickly as production and the time needed to do the job take time from other projects, so there isn't anything extra to be gained by having a  bigger flock. Small enough to manage, big enough to have really good eggs . . . We'll take it. 

The chickens and ducks are free ranging and their scratching has opened up holes at the bottom of the fence keeping dogs and birds in, so we have had a few escapes in the past month. We have a fix for the problem and fix the holes almost as quikly as they find them. Hounds are good at finding holes in the fence, but easy enough to catch.  Luckily for us there's not too much traffic on the road out front. 

Life goes on apace through a farily warm Winter. There's plenty of rain and plenty of work to do. It seems the world outside is not nearly so nice we want to go out into it much right now, but things will improve. We are hopeful for the future. Today however is something of a drag on the spirit.