Psilocybin
12-19-14
I research my psilocybin
To determine if she is edible
Come a parable one can grasp
And a truth quite credible
I am as a fugitive
From the truth I pass away
From an absence
From the way I blow off the library scene
Because it was getting out of hand
Back to the bookstore to check out butts
Getting back into my vouyer's ruts
Experimenting in my rhetorical mescaline
According the where's and what's
Come the doors of perception
To be my birthday wish
I research my psilocybin
To determine if such is good
For my salad bar pursuits....
Library Complaint (I Blew That Scene)
12-19-14
O, many kudos and thanks
Filling up spiritual fuel tanks
On Christmas eve I'm a naan-believer
By the bread and it's decadence
But not as a deceiver
As one to go the way of the pigeonholing
Striking my drums by way of bell tolling
The facilities always seem to be occupied
By way of dice a rolling
The doors seem to be always locked
In such logrolling
O, many kudos and thanks
Even in the bullshit
Indigo is the color of this gospel
We refer to as it...
3 Down And 4 To Go
12-19-14
This morning I vomit up my pills
Stated in the present tense
Remaining in the here and now with my coping skills
The lamp of the body is the eye
How great is the darkness I seek as the sun goes down
But not for the illusion of that so called lie
O, take no thought in inquiring O why
Four more Maiden archives yet to play
Wherein I sit on high
God knows that I have need of these things
Such as wheat and rye
Come the force behind you
To conquer all of your fears
The boogie man is not that bad
I will take him on today...
Fear Only Kurios
12-19-14
In the Greek our kurios is here
Whomever he was to us
Not something to fear
I fall on my knees to incline mine ear
To but hear
By the meaning of the kingdom
Where everything is upside down
I am whispering in your dreams
And I have earned my crown
Much dental work doth but remain
And I need something strong to yet kill the pain
Ask and it shall be given
Seek and you will find it
In from the elements
Knock and it will be opened to you
And never mind the freezing rain...
Two Ways Contrasted
12-19-14
Just wanting to belong
By the writing of another song
A weekend warrior sometimes
But O, is this so wrong
To ask for a serpent and be given a fish
To deceive a scorpion by the makings of ones wish
Enter by the narrow gate
And be cautious of your hot dish
Synonymous to the kingdom
By the two ways contrasted
Just wanting to belong
By their fruits you will know them
To go out again to but show them
She said that my music was too wild
For what she could bear
But to each his own
Don't be afraid to care...
Saturday, June 13, 2015
canister
Canister
12-19-14
The word such as whatever
Serves as another trigger
Like the word forever in my canister of sugar
Wishing my brethren well
As my God is bigger
The boogie man is not so bad after all
In being such a digger
I accept this eccentricity
To seek out felty vallotton
And this research for other reads of hope
Soon to bathe again in Irish Spring soap
To come to know yourself
And transform your fear
To come to reach your hand to the sky
And yield to the Spirit
And breathe in the steam
And celebrate who you are...
Razor Burns
12-19-14
Taking notes in my own way
In facing up to the music
With a hot bath and a clean shave
And razor burns
Convex and concave
Our loved ones in heaven are not worried about us
Because they know it will all pan out
Taking notes, receiving smoother melodies
Seek first the kingdom and all else will be added to you
Bearing razor burns from using a hair leg straight edge unwisely
It works for me therefore do not worry about tomorrow.....
Another Sweet Bootleg (This One With Milk)
12-19-14
From my canvas to my palate
Through Samaria so wandereth Sanballat
If such is a name to research
when on the first day of winter solstice
I go back to church
God guard my front door
As I pray for the peace
That transcendeth all war
Still in search for more of all that is sacred and pure
Singing songs of yesterday
Without a need to raise my voice
In finding what it's for
From canvas to my palate
By sledgehammer and ironclad mallet...
O, what Is God to Me
12-19-14
I found that I could not relate
By coffee finely ground
And a fix to yet recreate
In nomenclature
In which there is nothing more to hate
As it is the hardest thing to do sometimes to wait
I ask myself, O what is God to me
And I must say I cannot put a name on it
In killing a few brain cells in the process
Playing here and now the what game
By the salt of the mixed nut game
May it be woe or simply O, woah
May it be weal
May it be real
By the shaving cut game
It's all poetry to me...
Which One Am I
12-19-14
If I ever prove my innocence
I'm guilty as charged in trying to make sense
Seeking out my inner Ra and Ascleios
If indeed such applies as a plywood rose garden fence
If someone dies in a dream
They wouldn't be here to tell us about it
As the masterful hermit and the creative seeker
As the evangelical idealist
As the optimistic dreamer
In the amaretto coffee creamer
It's high time, O Cymbaline
In my research of my Enneagram
There is more to life than what with eyes we can see....
12-19-14
The word such as whatever
Serves as another trigger
Like the word forever in my canister of sugar
Wishing my brethren well
As my God is bigger
The boogie man is not so bad after all
In being such a digger
I accept this eccentricity
To seek out felty vallotton
And this research for other reads of hope
Soon to bathe again in Irish Spring soap
To come to know yourself
And transform your fear
To come to reach your hand to the sky
And yield to the Spirit
And breathe in the steam
And celebrate who you are...
Razor Burns
12-19-14
Taking notes in my own way
In facing up to the music
With a hot bath and a clean shave
And razor burns
Convex and concave
Our loved ones in heaven are not worried about us
Because they know it will all pan out
Taking notes, receiving smoother melodies
Seek first the kingdom and all else will be added to you
Bearing razor burns from using a hair leg straight edge unwisely
It works for me therefore do not worry about tomorrow.....
Another Sweet Bootleg (This One With Milk)
12-19-14
From my canvas to my palate
Through Samaria so wandereth Sanballat
If such is a name to research
when on the first day of winter solstice
I go back to church
God guard my front door
As I pray for the peace
That transcendeth all war
Still in search for more of all that is sacred and pure
Singing songs of yesterday
Without a need to raise my voice
In finding what it's for
From canvas to my palate
By sledgehammer and ironclad mallet...
O, what Is God to Me
12-19-14
I found that I could not relate
By coffee finely ground
And a fix to yet recreate
In nomenclature
In which there is nothing more to hate
As it is the hardest thing to do sometimes to wait
I ask myself, O what is God to me
And I must say I cannot put a name on it
In killing a few brain cells in the process
Playing here and now the what game
By the salt of the mixed nut game
May it be woe or simply O, woah
May it be weal
May it be real
By the shaving cut game
It's all poetry to me...
Which One Am I
12-19-14
If I ever prove my innocence
I'm guilty as charged in trying to make sense
Seeking out my inner Ra and Ascleios
If indeed such applies as a plywood rose garden fence
If someone dies in a dream
They wouldn't be here to tell us about it
As the masterful hermit and the creative seeker
As the evangelical idealist
As the optimistic dreamer
In the amaretto coffee creamer
It's high time, O Cymbaline
In my research of my Enneagram
There is more to life than what with eyes we can see....
Friday, June 12, 2015
joe
Joe To The World
12-14-19
Joe to the world
Caffeine is come
As one to but beat upon my own kettle drum
Rocking on to its decadence
Instead of my past tense coke and rum
Lay not up treasures on earth
Where moth and dust corrupt
By the product and its dividend
By its difference of the sum
I rock on
Amen, it's all yours
Yeah, every crumb
Not so bad in its being of defective
Joe to the world
The froth is come...
In The Know How
12-14-19
Using my first place ribbon for a tree ornament
Yet not resting on yesterday's laurels
According to what it meant
The kingdom is at hand
O, will I repent
Or just go on doing my own thing
In time and resources borrowed and leant
For yours is the kingdom, power and glory
By another fifteen dollars on espresso well spent
I'm willing to seek out just about anything now
There is a better Way to live
Than to learn from suffering
In staying with my wherewithal and know-how....
Peacable
12-19-14
My religious externalities
Do not alms to be seen of them
You have your reward in heaven
Come the red, yellow, blue and green of them
According to Solomon
The peacable and what it all can mean in them
O, is it all vanity
By the December nineteen of them
We don't need to run to the hills
We don't have need to seek out the plush of these frills
Yesterday's sorrows are as tomorrow's white lie
Sometimes we must where another moment in its glory dies....
Bringing It In
12-19-14
Two minutes till midnight
I will turn on my lovelight
The year of fifteen we bring in
Hoping for a world of white
Our faith grows dark
As the time draws near
she says that all I know is to live in fear
By the multitude of councellors there is safety
As I choose just what I want to hear
O, lay up treasures in heaven
Where thieves don't break in to steal
I own nothing of such value or merit
In the way now that I feel
Two minutes to midnight
All joy in this is real...
Seeking The Cure For Care
12-19-14
Putting into practice saying Merry Christmas
And happy fucking holidays
Excuse not my Egyptian
Come my victory dance by which I rock on
By the secret in the blood
That wants you to stand and stare
Such is not enough
Where we seek the cure for care
Putting into practice
The spreading on the Christmas cheer
She doesn't know me
she says that I still live in fear
Judge not that you be not judged
Wherever you are no matter how far
Worry not about next week
And continue in all you want to yet seek....
12-14-19
Joe to the world
Caffeine is come
As one to but beat upon my own kettle drum
Rocking on to its decadence
Instead of my past tense coke and rum
Lay not up treasures on earth
Where moth and dust corrupt
By the product and its dividend
By its difference of the sum
I rock on
Amen, it's all yours
Yeah, every crumb
Not so bad in its being of defective
Joe to the world
The froth is come...
In The Know How
12-14-19
Using my first place ribbon for a tree ornament
Yet not resting on yesterday's laurels
According to what it meant
The kingdom is at hand
O, will I repent
Or just go on doing my own thing
In time and resources borrowed and leant
For yours is the kingdom, power and glory
By another fifteen dollars on espresso well spent
I'm willing to seek out just about anything now
There is a better Way to live
Than to learn from suffering
In staying with my wherewithal and know-how....
Peacable
12-19-14
My religious externalities
Do not alms to be seen of them
You have your reward in heaven
Come the red, yellow, blue and green of them
According to Solomon
The peacable and what it all can mean in them
O, is it all vanity
By the December nineteen of them
We don't need to run to the hills
We don't have need to seek out the plush of these frills
Yesterday's sorrows are as tomorrow's white lie
Sometimes we must where another moment in its glory dies....
Bringing It In
12-19-14
Two minutes till midnight
I will turn on my lovelight
The year of fifteen we bring in
Hoping for a world of white
Our faith grows dark
As the time draws near
she says that all I know is to live in fear
By the multitude of councellors there is safety
As I choose just what I want to hear
O, lay up treasures in heaven
Where thieves don't break in to steal
I own nothing of such value or merit
In the way now that I feel
Two minutes to midnight
All joy in this is real...
Seeking The Cure For Care
12-19-14
Putting into practice saying Merry Christmas
And happy fucking holidays
Excuse not my Egyptian
Come my victory dance by which I rock on
By the secret in the blood
That wants you to stand and stare
Such is not enough
Where we seek the cure for care
Putting into practice
The spreading on the Christmas cheer
She doesn't know me
she says that I still live in fear
Judge not that you be not judged
Wherever you are no matter how far
Worry not about next week
And continue in all you want to yet seek....
letters
Letters
2-15-15
Letters are written to our messengers
such fallen angels only trying to find their way
If I cannot do anything else about it
At least I can hang tight and pray
Representing seven different periods of time
The churches are an illustration
Of where many don't want to go today
God has a reason why I'm at where I'm at
Letters are written for the inspiration of these evangelists
Coffee no longer Laodecian
I am told to just enjoy it
Write your letters....
Unveil (Part 2)
2-15-15
Apathetic and complaisant no longer
Now that I am wiser and stronger
After the church age
We write about it
From Pentecost to rapture
We need not fear or doubt it
It is our desire that everyone will make it in life
That you Jesus for this shelter and safety from the elements
When hot or cold you know it
The cup is still too hot to handle
But at least it is
No matter what they say
Open the door...
Yasha (Part 2)
2-15-15
One is lukewarm
When he feels he has a need of nothing at all
To be rich and increased with goods
It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle
Today again I am stirred by a hurting and dying world
When you're cold you know it
In need of fire to be warmed by
And a blanket to cover up and stay safe
Moving on to the song of the redeemed
I skim it and get the gist
Better than what I have dreamed
I will write to the Lord
For he has triumphed gloriously...
My War And Peace
2-15-15
The Lord is a man of war
With the horse and his rider
As I seek out more and more
And my mind is broader as the river is wider
In the greatness of his excellence
I rejoice in all that I've been through
I look back upon my sufferings and smile
My cat is pooping, this is good news
I was worried that she might have been constipated
From the treats I feed her
By the blast of your nostrils
I keep the litter box clean
And tomorrow I go out and get what I need
And sugar
The Lord is a man of peace....
2-15-15
Letters are written to our messengers
such fallen angels only trying to find their way
If I cannot do anything else about it
At least I can hang tight and pray
Representing seven different periods of time
The churches are an illustration
Of where many don't want to go today
God has a reason why I'm at where I'm at
Letters are written for the inspiration of these evangelists
Coffee no longer Laodecian
I am told to just enjoy it
Write your letters....
Unveil (Part 2)
2-15-15
Apathetic and complaisant no longer
Now that I am wiser and stronger
After the church age
We write about it
From Pentecost to rapture
We need not fear or doubt it
It is our desire that everyone will make it in life
That you Jesus for this shelter and safety from the elements
When hot or cold you know it
The cup is still too hot to handle
But at least it is
No matter what they say
Open the door...
Yasha (Part 2)
2-15-15
One is lukewarm
When he feels he has a need of nothing at all
To be rich and increased with goods
It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle
Today again I am stirred by a hurting and dying world
When you're cold you know it
In need of fire to be warmed by
And a blanket to cover up and stay safe
Moving on to the song of the redeemed
I skim it and get the gist
Better than what I have dreamed
I will write to the Lord
For he has triumphed gloriously...
My War And Peace
2-15-15
The Lord is a man of war
With the horse and his rider
As I seek out more and more
And my mind is broader as the river is wider
In the greatness of his excellence
I rejoice in all that I've been through
I look back upon my sufferings and smile
My cat is pooping, this is good news
I was worried that she might have been constipated
From the treats I feed her
By the blast of your nostrils
I keep the litter box clean
And tomorrow I go out and get what I need
And sugar
The Lord is a man of peace....
latest theme
My Latest Theme
6-2-15
Understanding prophesy and its meaning
We are here for all grazing and gleaning
By divisions necessary
We divide before we can multiply
Our King, our great mystery
will provide us a place
Yet to gather for the Gentiles
And as well for the restoration of the Jews pre-exilic
Isaiah post-exilic, Haggai
Nothing else matters today
Save that which we might choose
The page is turned
The theme is Israel's Messiah
So close not matter how far
I plow on and rejoice
Hear, O heaven
And give ear, O earth
And never underestimate rebirth...
My Art
6-2-15
Turned away backward today
From the world to boycott the morning news
And cough it up
For prophesies concerning Judah
Where Christ can coexist with such a Buddha
Why should thee be stricken again
This will be my work
This right here
And no more hate, misunderstanding and fear
Comprehensive in range
For those with ears, O let him hear
Written under the sky, a clear view of his grace
For the Lord has spoken
In a higher place I wait
Until it's time to depart
This will be my work
And this will be my art....
Morning Meditation
6-2-15
From the sole of the foot to the head
There is no soundness in it
Trust I seek and I find as One
To trample My courts
And know gemstones of all fashions and sorts
Every day for us something new
But not as our last resorts
Your country is desolate
If this is what you believe it to be
According to our Isaiah
The salvation of Jehovah
Be offended if you will
I never opened myself this way...
I Wait
6-2-15
Still in love with madness
They call it Maya
The root of joyful sadness
And folly of the melancholy
And kissing under our holly
It wouldn't be much more from the heart
Another lyrical jackpot
Another fresh start
To fill our bumpers
To their fill of choice wine
All for our Plebians
I hunt therefore I am
Our common people of ancient Rome
Company we keep and another sweet tome
All senses clean
Entering Kearny opposite of Newark
We will travel light today and prosper
O, God I wait...
Alloy
6-2-15
Off to a better day
I feel the change
Off to a sweeter way
It's nothing strange
Delighting not in the blood of bulls
Those self sufficient and arrogant are the fools
Your country is desolate
By saddled up mules
I rejoice by my own conscious choice
To pull up two more stools
It feeds, it grows
Two hours till our meeting
I hope for another welcoming greeting
To follow the God that had success
I am weary of bearing new moons and Sabbaths
Never did you hear the dispiriting lies
Still to dwell beneath our terebinths
Thoroughly as with the eye so is redemption
To take away the sins of your alloy...
Crank And Thank
6-2-15
I keep cranking them out
Even in the making of my sour cruet
As well in my thanking of all that is devout
For judges under the future kingdom
As the ancient method when you kneel
O, give it a chance and rest to heal
Broken is the promise
Jerusalem is founded in peace
In that we pray and not cease
Metallica starts out my day
It goes well together with the text at hand
And I think to be as one to understand
Therefore I am
The mountain, the kingdom
Authority and rule
The fountain of my old school
I keep cranking them out...
6-2-15
Understanding prophesy and its meaning
We are here for all grazing and gleaning
By divisions necessary
We divide before we can multiply
Our King, our great mystery
will provide us a place
Yet to gather for the Gentiles
And as well for the restoration of the Jews pre-exilic
Isaiah post-exilic, Haggai
Nothing else matters today
Save that which we might choose
The page is turned
The theme is Israel's Messiah
So close not matter how far
I plow on and rejoice
Hear, O heaven
And give ear, O earth
And never underestimate rebirth...
My Art
6-2-15
Turned away backward today
From the world to boycott the morning news
And cough it up
For prophesies concerning Judah
Where Christ can coexist with such a Buddha
Why should thee be stricken again
This will be my work
This right here
And no more hate, misunderstanding and fear
Comprehensive in range
For those with ears, O let him hear
Written under the sky, a clear view of his grace
For the Lord has spoken
In a higher place I wait
Until it's time to depart
This will be my work
And this will be my art....
Morning Meditation
6-2-15
From the sole of the foot to the head
There is no soundness in it
Trust I seek and I find as One
To trample My courts
And know gemstones of all fashions and sorts
Every day for us something new
But not as our last resorts
Your country is desolate
If this is what you believe it to be
According to our Isaiah
The salvation of Jehovah
Be offended if you will
I never opened myself this way...
I Wait
6-2-15
Still in love with madness
They call it Maya
The root of joyful sadness
And folly of the melancholy
And kissing under our holly
It wouldn't be much more from the heart
Another lyrical jackpot
Another fresh start
To fill our bumpers
To their fill of choice wine
All for our Plebians
I hunt therefore I am
Our common people of ancient Rome
Company we keep and another sweet tome
All senses clean
Entering Kearny opposite of Newark
We will travel light today and prosper
O, God I wait...
Alloy
6-2-15
Off to a better day
I feel the change
Off to a sweeter way
It's nothing strange
Delighting not in the blood of bulls
Those self sufficient and arrogant are the fools
Your country is desolate
By saddled up mules
I rejoice by my own conscious choice
To pull up two more stools
It feeds, it grows
Two hours till our meeting
I hope for another welcoming greeting
To follow the God that had success
I am weary of bearing new moons and Sabbaths
Never did you hear the dispiriting lies
Still to dwell beneath our terebinths
Thoroughly as with the eye so is redemption
To take away the sins of your alloy...
Crank And Thank
6-2-15
I keep cranking them out
Even in the making of my sour cruet
As well in my thanking of all that is devout
For judges under the future kingdom
As the ancient method when you kneel
O, give it a chance and rest to heal
Broken is the promise
Jerusalem is founded in peace
In that we pray and not cease
Metallica starts out my day
It goes well together with the text at hand
And I think to be as one to understand
Therefore I am
The mountain, the kingdom
Authority and rule
The fountain of my old school
I keep cranking them out...
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Ovid
For Ovid's Art Of Love
6-2-15
For digital self diagnostics
For believers as well as the agnostics
Truly in vain is salvation hoped for
From the hills as one to hone ones coping skills
And from the multitude of mountains
And to drink from fresh forever fountains
Truly in the Lord our God is the sanction
By faith and not by sight this is my work
and soon to cometh the light
It's a new day
No longer as curmudgeon
A new creature in Christ so are you
For shame hath devoured the cares of our fathers
Of flocks and herds....
Justified In Our Sayings
6-2-15
Justified in our sayings
Not by specie
Not by riches
Condemned no longer is our sayings
Given the sewing of subtle stitches
Your head crowns you like mount Carmel
and the hair of your head is like purple
Taking the lowest seats at the feast
Our giants are our bread
Like the slaying of beasts
By the gate of Bath Rabbin
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Looking towards Damascus
The sky is crying for the dust
From which tears still might flow
O rainmaker bring us your purple
Not to borrow but to lend
Justified in our sayings....
On Jeremiah 4:3
6-2-15
To lie down in our shame and confusion
To stumble by the Word and name
In our core delusion
Cover us for we have sinned against thee
Where the mandrakes give forth fragrance
Where at our gates are pleasant fruits
All manner new and old of distant atmosphere
Do not stir up love nor awaken her until she pleases
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon
As one to lose all time and gain ones BeingMen loved darkness rather than light
O, break up your fallow ground
And sow not among thorns...
Seller Of Purple
6-2-15
I spend the day my way
Even if I need go out and obtain to but maintain
In the falling of rain
Where Crazy is a good thing
In madness insane
If thou wilt return
Then thou shall not be removed
In that there is much to learn
In being as such reproved
And thou shall swear
In the clothes today you wear
As the Lord liveth in truth
In judgment thou shalt care as well in righteousness
And the nations shall be blessed in Him
Thou shalt swear and in him there shall be glory
So I might go there and tell my story
Of the seller of purple
In sowing not among thorns...
If She Is A Wall
6-2-15
Like two young fawns
The twins like a gazelle
I hang around such a distinct sweet savor
And smell of the two lamps, our Mahanaim
Make haste my beloved
And be like the young stag
This morning I take my time
Ready to go
O, packed with books is my bag
Computer officially off
Need to give my Dell a good rest to but revive
Glad today to be awake and alive
No longer to chase the time away
In order to survive
For love is as strong as death
And jealousy as cruel as the great I Am
Thankful today for another clean shave...
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....
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....
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