object realm

Object Realm, Sacred
5-23-15


Made it home in one piece
almost fell apart on the way
In the slow spiral into morning
Tomorrow I bring my offering
Punch my name
O, what does holy mean
Be ye holy for I am
As trees are even more green
Holy water, holy matrimony
Punch my name over a kind word
Only God can make something as such
Punch my name
One day Christ will present us
As such before our Father in heaven
Glad to be home with my cat
And no more strange leaven
Now it happened in Iconium
Tomorrow is my fifth day without the episode
So what but to say so such is
Punch my name and let me work for you
Scales fall off our eyes
And all things are new
Holy is the Lord of hosts
I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne
High and lifted up
As full again here and Now is my cup
As his train filled the temple...










Paul Stoned At Lystra
5-23-15


Fleeing to Lystra and Derbe
And its surrounding region
Stand up straight upon your feet
But your life will not be as easy street
And he walked and leaped by the object realm
Said to be sacred
Holy cow, holy water, holy Spirit
Be ye holy for I am
In Exodus chapter thirty
A recipe for incense
One cried unto another
Saying O, holy is the Lord of hosts
Time for a bath
Caught up in circumstance
Soon time to take that dive into complaisency
Holy cow, this is not love
Ready to but plummet for three hours
Till I get my drugs
By the object realm, sacred
It's not as bad as I thought it would be








Behind Closed Doors
5-24-15


When Hezekiah begins to reign
Breaking down sacred pillars
The time I rise this morning is insane
Just to jot my page fillers
Yet to rise, a pack of dogs
And given to the sounds of songs of frogs
As seas are stopped on ore exposed
Glad to be in where my door is closed
Only God can declare something sacred
I'm going to break my rusty cage and run
Salt and ice doesn't make you holy
Looking Babylon and feeling Egypt
So now you know the human realm
Is to be made clean
And I don't even know what I mean
Keeping the rules doesn't make you any more spiritual
I'm down on my knees today
And up on my feet again
When Hezekiah reigns...








I'm Not The Only One Up
5-24-15


Missing her in a heartbeat
I'll be so glad to make it home
Where I take my poetry seat
She jumps back up and I just sit there and take it
In no need to go out and roam
The human realm is clean
A suit and tie doesn't make one holy
Keeping rules doesn't mean you are spiritual
I'm not the only one up at this hour
In that I bow my head and ask for God's power
Such incense we are not to make any for yourselves
The human realm is clean
And still they can't see what I mean
Right hand numb
I find it hard to write in ways clear
For the scene such a sermon was my challenge
As trees grow in even more green
By frondescence
Today I make the scene....










Omniscient
5-24-15


Omniscient, knowing all
Omnipotent, everywhere
It's called discernment
Two words that look alike stand out
Just changed my shit box
She's totally fucking worth it
Never mind my Egyptian
The deity realm is holy and divine
Now it's getting clearer
And I will always step out of line
Pouring fresh water into old wineskins
My right hand feels weak from all of my writings
It's called discernment
Try to read what is written here
And I die to die
And I cry to cry for those that should
But who am I to say from the likes of her
To the time of me
She is always right by my side
Where fashion can be louder
Than the content of this message
Ravished for the bed
My weeping willow sleeps....