For my grandchildren: Adam, Rachel, Holly, Hannah and Fred
Blessed
When I look up and see the green mountain tops, I am home. When I cross
the James and look down upon its mighty flowing waters, I am home. When I feel
the cool breeze blowing across the valley floor, I am home. And when I realize
that this is only a taste of the home to come, merely a shadow of that which
You have prepared for those who love You, I am left humbled beyond words or
comprehension. Thank you Lord.
You have blessed me
beyond all that my mind
can comprehend,
You have led me through
traps and snares I could not see,
bringing me to perfect places
I never knew existed;
to You do I owe
all that I have to give.
Your mystery is unfathomable,
Your glory beyond mere words,
You stretch out Your hand
and all creation is silenced,
You speak and Your word
becomes reality,
the Holy King of the universe,
the Lord of all there is,
the Great I Am,
Ruler of Heaven and Earth,
my God,
my Everything;
let me praise You
forever.
Wept (Alpha)............................................................................................................ 1
Floodwaters.............................................................................................................. 2
Sand Creek................................................................................................................ 3
Shadows.................................................................................................................... 4
Bureaucrats.............................................................................................................. 5
Never Was................................................................................................................ 6
Sometime in the Night.............................................................................................. 7
New Gods and Prophets.......................................................................................... 8
Martin Luther King Day?....................................................................................... 9
National Health Care............................................................................................... 10
Democracy................................................................................................................ 12
Haves and Have Nots............................................................................................... 13
Choices...................................................................................................................... 15
Danielle..................................................................................................................... 16
Counter-Terrorism.................................................................................................. 17
Corporate Policy...................................................................................................... 19
Cave Dwelling 101................................................................................................... 20
Osama....................................................................................................................... 21
Possibilities................................................................................................................ 22
Up Here..................................................................................................................... 23
The Last Drop.......................................................................................................... 24
Simple Dreams......................................................................................................... 25
Missing...................................................................................................................... 27
Paths Less Traveled................................................................................................. 28
In The End Times.................................................................................................... 29
Down on the Rabbit Farm...................................................................................... 31
A Dark Day.............................................................................................................. 32
Days Like This/Behind the Crimson
Door............................................................ 34
The Last Days.......................................................................................................... 36
The War is Over....................................................................................................... 37
Give and Take.......................................................................................................... 38
Bare Essentials......................................................................................................... 40
More Than Meets The Eye..................................................................................... 41
Right and Wrong..................................................................................................... 42
This Dream............................................................................................................... 45
See Me Oh LORD.................................................................................................... 46
I Am Tired................................................................................................................ 47
Perfect World........................................................................................................... 48
Out on the Edge....................................................................................................... 49
Where Now America
The New ‘Massahs’.................................................................................................. 51
The Great American Dream................................................................................... 53
Questions for T McV............................................................................................... 54
300 Miles Away (Please Wake Up America
An Uneasy Interruption.......................................................................................... 56
American News........................................................................................................ 57
Desperation............................................................................................................... 58
Redemption.............................................................................................................. 59
Frenzy....................................................................................................................... 60
What We Have Become........................................................................................... 62
Final Stand............................................................................................................... 63
A Midday Dream..................................................................................................... 65
Wept (Omega).......................................................................................................... 67
Wept (Alpha)
As he approached Jerusalem
I do not weep for the truth,
I weep because of the truth;
I weep for the futility,
I weep for the loss,
I weep for the waste,
I weep for the hopelessness.
I weep for the children,
I weep for the tragedy,
I weep for the sorrow,
I weep for the suffering,
I weep for the inevitability.
Floodwaters
The world is dying,
I am dying,
death has become my only friend,
the final sanctuary,
in a life no longer
worth living.
Each day begins anew,
each day ends,
the breeze continues to blow,
the rivers continue to flow,
the morning sun arrives
right on time;
for every season there is a
purpose,
for every question there is an answer.
I see the ugliness lying
just below the surface,
the self-serving hypocrisy,
the incomplete falsehoods,
the insincere agendas,
they do not fool me;
not even for a moment.
This time begins at last,
the hour at hand,
the children of men are no more,
their monuments of glory
crumble before the wind,
the bitter taste of their demise
lies frozen upon a sea
of silent tongues;
this then is the beginning,
this then is the end.
Still they do not listen,
even now their eyes remain blind,
giving in marriage and celebrating
right up to the very end;
surely there is no hope
for ones such as these.
Sand Creek
Sand Creek;
the truth dances like a ghost,
a mighty wind whispering
through the silence of the night;
who
will hear the voices?
who will right the
wrong?
It is hard to love when so much
injustice abounds,
hard to forgive when innocent blood
runs across stolen ground,
dirty little secrets hidden in time,
deep dark memories of which no one speaks;
you
can never escape the past,
it follows you like a shadow,
softly surrounding you like a glove,
slowly blending into who you are,
silently determining what you become.
All the treachery and cowardice
revealed,
the self-made bravado and false heroics
silently exposed,
sons of murderers,
daughters of liars and thieves,
descendants of swine,
a little lower than dogs,
somewhat less than human;
without
honor,
without dignity,
without hope.
Their homes built upon hypocrisy
and greed,
their tongues filled with misconceptions and lies,
their legacy stands like a wavering deck of cards,
waiting to crash down upon their guilt-ridden heads;
Sand
Creek remembers.
Shadows
We sit among these growing shadows,
standing on the brink of an unknown tomorrow,
hiding somewhere between the darkness and the light,
safe within this land of perpetual sorrow.
Moments come and moments go my dear one,
leaving only traces they were here at all,
this moment we hold alone,
free from a land full of killers and madness,
a world of defined boundaries and limits,
designed to imprison all that live within their deadly gates;
and to you do I say:
that it is better to lie here
among these shadows with you,
than to walk among the light with any other,
better to have tasted your love even for a moment;
than spend a lifetime without it.
Bureaucrats
Bureaucrats always think
they are on the side of right,
no matter how wrong or unjust
that side might be,
never seeing themselves
through the eyes
of their victims,
never understanding
the rights of individuals
over the authority of the system.
Despots and tyrants could not exist
without their bureaucrats,
someone to stamp the orders,
file the paperwork,
ensuring the trains run on time
to places like Auschwitz
and Treblinka,
providing a well functioning
slave market to feed
the king cotton industry,
hiding the suffering and misery
behind walls of official sounding
legal jargon,
vital cogs in the machine,
mindless,
robotic,
the darkness behind
the evil,
good people
just doing their job;
pathetic
little worms.
Never Was
Out here in this wasted space
of no-man’s land;
no one hears the silence,
no one knows the loss;
alone and holding on,
waiting for imaginary rescues
among lost and broken places,
hiding behind enemy lines,
crawling on hands and knees
in-between burned out bunkers,
full of dry, empty words;
never quite reaching the mark.
Old debts return,
tears rain down like
sweet summer sweat,
holding on until
there is nothing left;
without a hope,
without a chance.
Beautiful dreams like a river,
flow on their way to the sea,
dancing like butterflies
on the morning wind,
echoing sounds of magic
within the caverns of the soul;
sometimes the greatest love
is that which never was.
One more time,
traveling down this
long and lonesome road,
searching for a home
inside lost and empty ruins,
running from fantasies that never were,
living within upside down dreams
which come and go;
over before it began.
My eyes have seen what others
have not,
my heart has known that
which no heart should.
Sometime in the Night
What is left to be said
that has not already been said?
We live in a world
where quiet heroism means nothing,
ruled by those who boast
of every accomplishment,
crying out every great deed,
putting others down
so they may be lifted up,
a world where truth and effort
are no longer rewarded,
only loud mouth trash-talking
and instant self-gratification.
We live in a world
ruled by television and play stations,
where might makes right
and ends justify means,
a make-believe world
in which there is no longer room
for simple lives or
even simpler dreams.
We live in a world
of our own choosing,
a death within the dead,
a soft quiet whisper
among the shadows,
a hot white empty light
filled slowly and surely
by the dark innocent night.
The time is now,
even as the moments pass us by
on their way to lost foreign shores
where mourning vessels await,
hidden among broken smiles,
cold and dark,
filled with a lover’s passion,
her eyes shining like liquid night;
seen by all
yet touched by none.
New Gods and Prophets
What if I told you that white was black,
that day is night,
round is square,
up is down;
would that make it so?
would you believe what I had to say?
or would you let reality rule the
way?
What if I told you
that the invasion of Iraq ,
the overthrow of Saddam Hussein,
was what 9/11 was really all about;
that we are doing exactly
as it was planned on us doing,
what was counted on us doing,
that American youth are dying
for the cause of a new Islam,
would you believe me then?
Sometimes truth is so big,
staring us coldly in the face,
reality so twisted and unreal
that it is impossible to be seen
by those who think
only in terms of yesterday.
New religions are born
from the ashes of impossible thought,
by visionaries who recognize its birth
for what it is,
those who see beyond
the way it has always been,
those who see the promised land
before it has been reached,
and it is these visionaries
who become the new prophets,
the new gods of tomorrows reality;
whether you believe it now
or not.
Martin Luther King
Day?
Martin Luther King day?
He brought sanity
to an insane world,
created calmness
out of chaos,
brought peace
to a battlefield,
forgiveness
where none was deserved,
light to a land grown black
by internal darkness;
so,
Martin Luther King day?
I would certainly think so,
or at least a floater
for the first 50 years or so,
(profits are never recognized
in their own time),
oh,
and make sure it’s on a Monday
(might as well get a long weekend out of it).
National Healthcare
Attention
my fellow Americans,
the government,
along with leaders
of the corporate
and business world,
are working in conjunction
on a long term plan
to solve the country’s
current health care crisis,
and the solution
we have come up with
is called;
death.
Yes, that is correct,
it really isn’t such a bad plan
if you just take the time
to think about it,
you work while you’re young,
then when you get sick
or too old to work,
or require expensive
medications to get by;
you die.
It works for the good of all,
it helps keep America strong,
and that’s what we all want isn’t it?
and just think of all the good
it will do for the younger generation,
it will mean a constantly growing job market
and will save all those Medicare costs,
which will free up a large chunk of change
for national defense;
those cruise missiles aren’t cheap
you know;
and we all know that a good defense
is a strong offense,
and boy we sure do have
a lot of offensive plans
for the future,
now that we
have assumed the role
of world policemen (and women),
of course the growing military
commitments
will create many new jobs
for the young in and of itself,
so you see it’s all being handled,
nice neat and clean;
just like you
wanted it.
Now if those of you 55 or older,
or who are currently taking more
than 3 prescription drugs
could just report to your local health department,
we’ll put this bold
and innovative new plan
into effect;
government officials and
the independently wealthy
need not report,
wouldn’t be good for the economy,
bad for job creation and all that other bullshit;
you understand of course.
Democracy
As he held the body
of his beloved baby son
in his blood stained arms,
do you think he was comforted
by the fact that the bomb
was dropped by the good guys
in the name of righteousness?
do you think he cared
about right or wrong,
or causes and higher ideals?
do you think he cared
at all?
Maybe today
the truth will be told,
maybe today
the world will see
that there is no such thing
as democracy,
there never was
and there never
will be,
that it has always been
about power and wealth,
those who have,
against those who have not,
that free will and
individualism are dead,
along with love and peace,
that the bottom line
has always been
profit margins
and corporate growth;
maybe today
the change will come?
Haves and Have Nots
“And will not God
bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will
he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and
quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?” Luke 18:7-8
It’s easy to turn your back
when you’re one of the haves;
have a job,
have a home,
have money,
have food;
have affordable health care;
believing the lies,
giving into the fears,
buying into the stereotypes;
they’re all lazy,
they’re all immoral,
they’re all looking
for a free lunch;
they all get what they
deserve.
So afraid
they might take
something that belongs
to you,
some of your hard earned
treasure,
all the things
you sweated and slaved for,
all the idols you fall down before
and worship,
all the things you sold
your soul for.
The have-nots of the world
are beginning to rise,
they’re not going away quietly
anymore,
they’re tired of the abuse,
they’re no longer content
with the crumbs,
there are things
bigger than themselves,
things worth dying for.
The children of men hold their breath,
a final sigh before the meltdown,
a silent pause within the maelstrom,
hearts fail from fear,
meeting in secret places,
waiting for what is to come;
like a thief in the night
it sweeps them away.
Trees smolder and smoke,
bursting into flames as
tires begin to steam,
their rubber melting
to the highway surface;
no where to run,
no where to hide.
Like abandoned wells
their water runs dry,
they sit withering in the sun,
wandering through the wilderness,
lost and alone;
the day is here,
the time is now.
Your mercy endures
to the end,
but who shall hear the message?
who shall accept the grace?
when the Son of Man returns
will he find faith?
Choices
All day long
I work with
little people
trying to make
big noises;
they are everywhere.
Sometimes they succeed,
sometimes they don’t,
but when it is all over
they sure do feel good
about themselves,
even though
everything they do
doesn’t mean shit
to anybody
but themselves.
You can choose
to take the world
by storm,
or you can choose
to ignore it
altogether,
either way
the choice
is yours,
and either way
the end;
is exactly
the same.
Danielle
The children of darkness
have their moments as well,
glorious testimonies and self-made fantasies,
delightful, intoxicating delusions,
breath taking beams of false light,
rising to incomprehensible heights;
perhaps this is what
I understand best.
I have never been able
to survive in either world;
just somewhere in-between,
out on the fringe,
slightly past the known,
standing on the edge,
where even shadows
remain silent.
I should have reached out for you,
I should have protected you,
I should have pulled you from
the gathering storm,
I should have been stronger,
I should have been willing
to fight for you,
die for you;
now it is too late,
now you are gone;
lost forever;
baby,
you’ll never know
how I grieved for you,
how I loved you like a daughter,
how I loved you as a woman,
how you made me smile
on the inside;
how I will always miss you.
Counter-Terrorism
Man-made truth;
as if
there really is
such a thing,
there is life
and there is death,
and with man
everything in-between
is negotiable;
although sometimes
we are closer
than we might know.
When everything you love,
everything that makes your life
worth living is destroyed
in the blink of an eye,
will you care
whether it was a
laser-guided
smart bomb,
dropped by the so-called
‘good guys’,
or an explosive laden
truck driven by the so-called
‘evil doers’?
I think not.
Corporate Policy
Do you think they know?
When they talk about
patriot acts and revenge,
illegal imprisonment and torture,
justice by any means necessary,
do you think they know
that they are the ones
who are slowly killing this place
called home,
the land of liberty
and justice for all?
Or perhaps they do,
perhaps this is the excuse
they have been waiting for
all along,
ever since the public became aware
that the government lies,
that cops plant evidence
and arrest innocent people,
since JFK and Vietnam ,
since the Bay of Pigs
and Watergate,
perhaps;
but more than likely
they never really cared at all,
they take their orders
from the board rooms
and CEO desks’
of the world corporations;
the real rulers of America .
Who pays the cost of all those news channels
you watch every day?
or those newspapers and magazines you read?
(why do you think that is?)
It is corporate policies
that decide when the next bombs drop,
and where,
so you want to stop a war?
simply make it unprofitable,
unfortunately war is very profitable
(for awhile),
but then it becomes costly,
so eventually
it has to be stopped;
and health care?
sorry pal,
you’re just shit out of luck
there,
besides;
nature has already provided
a plan of its own.
Cave Dwelling 101
20 dead yesterday,
9 more today,
but it’s all under control,
just the price to be paid
to keep the feeding frenzy alive
in this place called
the United
States of Wal-Mart;
and you can do your part
by going about your business
and continuing to consume
so the big machine
keeps on rolling;
the contribution
of a son or daughter
now and then
would be a big help
also.
Tell me,
how do you train
a 19 year old marine
to go into battle
with an enemy
who has lived with death and war
their entire lives?
How do generals compete
with a leader
who has done nothing
for the last 25 years
but eat, sleep,
and drink war
with the two greatest super powers
the world has ever known?
Not too many war colleges
are teaching
cave dwelling 101
now a days;
are they?
Osama
Do not gloat when your enemy
falls; when he stumbles, do not let your heart rejoice, or the Lord will see
and disapprove and turn his wrath away from him. Proverbs 24:17-18
What can be said
for one such as this?
he was not a coward,
he was not a hypocrite,
he was not a madman
hungry for power;
in many ways he was everything
most of us dream of being;
fearless, committed,
standing firm for what he believed,
openly declaring war on an enemy
much more powerful than he,
turning his back on wealth and greed,
paying the consequences for his actions;
“for all who draw the sword will
die
by the sword.” Matthew 26:52.
Late night comics gleefully mock,
anything for ratings and cheap laughs,
children, drunk and spoiled,
dance in the street,
chanting words and catch phrases
about issues they neither understand
nor could care less about,
just another excuse to party,
celebrating like some super bowl
or national championship victory;
you reaped what you sowed,
but your victims deserved better
than this.
I do not mourn your death,
rather I find it sad that one such as you
could be deceived,
unable to find the truth,
swallowed up by the darkness,
blinded by the hatred;
it makes me wonder what hope there
is
for the rest of us.
Possibilities
There is a silence here,
it grows like a whisper,
a quiet, controlled pause,
a small, knowing glance,
a foreign substance
speaking a language
all its own.
We have become a nation of whores,
selling our children to the highest bidder,
devouring their inheritance
for a pittance,
accepting the consequences
with no thought for tomorrow,
trapped within the madness
of the method,
replacing character with content;
ends justifying the means.
False prophets
in love with the sound
of their own voices,
forever searching
but never seeing,
forever finding
but never understanding,
unaware,
unsuspecting;
sometimes knowing the answers
is not nearly as important
as imagining the possibilities.
The light of a new dawn
begins to break,
I am leaving this dark place,
going to a home unknown,
what tomorrow brings
does not matter;
for You will be there
to make it right,
You will be there to wipe away
every tear.
Up Here
But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People
will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive,
disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving,
slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous,
rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God – having a form
of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them. II Timothy 3:1-5
Up here I hear your voice
whispering through the
early morning silence,
up here I am never alone,
up here You walk with me;
comforting me,
carrying me,
guiding me,
protecting me.
Down there
You are reduced to a psychology,
a feel-good philosophy,
a self-improvement technique,
a better way of life,
blaspheming Your name,
making a mockery of Your kingdom,
denying the power;
forever looking but never seeing,
forever listening but never hearing.
You are so much more,
far beyond all that
our limited minds can comprehend,
more than anyone can fathom,
giver of life,
creator of all things;
the Great I Am,
the holy King of the universe,
the Alpha and the Omega;
Everything.
The Last Drop
It is very amusing
to watch the powers that be
turn upon themselves
in times of international crises,
so careful not to cross
over the lines and barriers
binding them all together,
so intent on playing
politics as usual,
no matter how hard they try
to make it appear
otherwise.
The bottom line
remains the same;
those who have
still have,
while those who do not
still don’t.
It is not easy
to see the snakes
slithering beneath the surface,
continuously waiting
for a chance to strike,
forever seeking destruction
of a different sort,
while bowing down to the one
who guides them all.
You may take all
that there is to give,
but you will never take
the last drop
hiding deep within;
that one
is waiting to destroy
us all.
Simple Dreams
It took most of a lifetime
to finally figure out
just what is truly important,
setting obtainable goals
only to find
they have been rendered useless,
hopelessly beyond the grasp of reality
due to indecision and
hopeless misgivings
made in the heat
of a long night passing,
for which the daylight
never came.
Simple dreams
are not what they seem,
simple lives
were never an option
in a complicated world,
where so much is lost
in-between the battlefields
of a fragmented wasteland,
whose only hope
lies in the fragile freedom
of tomorrow,
and you wonder
how did it all come
down to this?
this time,
this place,
this moment;
this fear,
as you turn to run,
only to find the wall
erected behind your back,
keeping you
exactly where you are,
and where you always
shall be.
I have never been good
at this hero thing,
but this time
I think I can,
this time
there is no choice,
no turning back,
this time
will be the last
no matter what the cost.
Borrowed time
does not come freely,
it has a price
for which there is no
denial;
only long term
payment plans.
Missing
It has been less than a day
and I miss my child already;
I miss the security,
I miss the control,
now there is no margin,
no haven
sitting safely
inside the passing storm,
as if it had a soul
all it’s own,
and it was mine,
a kind of religion,
an almost god,
lost forever to the ravages
of time and reality.
Plastic pretenders
inflate the ego,
warm the soul,
bring comfort
in a make-believe world,
fight off the inevitable,
which arrives
right on schedule,
just as you knew
it always would,
but yet secretly hoped
wouldn’t.
Hunger feeds the soul,
or so they say,
well at least you say,
as the thought
pops into your head
like a fresh new
piece of toast
(with butter);
I miss my plastic,
I miss my child,
I miss my soul,
I miss my life.
Paths Less Traveled
I am tired of tricks
and sleight of hand,
dog and pony shows
with no beginning
or end,
I am tired of so much
and so many
it is almost impossible
to count,
yet somehow
it all adds up,
even if it comes up
negative.
Was there ever anything
but this?
Did there really used to be
more?
It no longer seems possible,
it no longer exists,
the stomach grows nauseous now,
the feet turn cold,
‘wakeup,
it is almost time’
scream out the day,
make it something new,
fight back the night
creeping up
to the edges of time
no matter what they say
you know the truth,
you know the weakness,
you know the imperfection,
you know where the path
is leading,
and the fate
waiting there.
In The End Times
I hear the voices cry,
searching for a way out
but finding none,
fading away
like rays of golden
light,
slowly giving way
before the darkness
of the silent falling
night.
In the end times
there is no peace,
no satisfaction,
no joy,
no laughter;
only
dust,
an
endless desert of sand,
unrelenting heat
from the searing fire
burning within,
bringing a thirst
which can never be
filled;
a
hunger
that knows no end.
Like the country
for which it stands;
it is
not perfect,
cracked
and worn,
symbolizing
all that is good,
and all that is bad,
in this land we call
liberty,
strength and power
surrounded by
uncertainty and
fragility.
It is in the flaws
that its true worth
may be seen,
therein lies the dream
which so many
have sacrificed,
therein lies the
challenge
upon which it was built,
not for the high and
mighty,
but for the huddling
masses,
the lost and lonely,
the tired and weak,
seeking refuge
from the storm
of a dark, cold night;
ringing
out
liberty and justice
for all.
Down on the Rabbit Farm
The American dream is dying;
like some ancient half-baked myth,
taking one last breath
it lies there waiting for the end,
still we continue on,
traveling down broken empty highways
on the way to bigger pastures,
afraid of the consequences
but never looking back
even once.
On the road to Wyoming
with the fiery rabbit princess,
we ran into a band of
hairy, drunk, Greek sailors;
how could she resist?
Leaving me there
high and dry,
somewhere in Iowa ,
with visions of wide-open spaces
and endless rabbit farms
dancing in my head,
still it lives on.
The fever burns bright
on this stagnate moonless night,
providing the worlds only light,
in a land of limited, breathless sight;
“who is it for?”
she screams aloud;
standing naked and cold,
shivering uncontrollably in the morning mist,
surrounded by mighty armies
dressed in black,
but not a sound echoes back.
A Dark Day
Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the
womb, I am the LORD that maketh all things; that stretcheth forth the heavens
alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself; That frustrateth the tokens
of the liars, and maketh diviners mad; that turneth wise men backward, and
maketh their knowledge foolish; Isaiah
44:24-25
Today was a dark day;
rainy and cloudy,
windy and cold;
gloomy and sinister.
It felt like there was
something I needed to do,
but I didn’t know what,
sometimes it feels
as though this is the
story of my life;
dark days and
not knowing what
to do.
I saw a specialist yesterday
about my herniated disk,
he suggested trying a nerve block
to relieve the pain,
he doesn’t know if it will work,
but it beats the alternatives,
so I’m going to go with it.
I watched a show about Hitler
on the military channel,
it was about his rise to power
and the extraordinary events
that made it happen,
it almost seemed supernatural,
which is exactly what it was;
monsters like him
only exist because God allows it.
While watching the thought occurred
that perhaps his whole purpose
was to put the Jewish people
through a great refining trial,
a test,
before being allowed
to return to their ancient homeland,
it made me wonder if perhaps
the whole purpose of America
becoming a nation
almost 200 years earlier,
was to make it possible
for Hitler’s eventual defeat
and pave the way
for God’s chosen people
to return to their promised land,
just like perhaps
the purpose of the Roman Empire
was to create the circumstances
through which a 700 year old prophecy
that the Messiah would die on a tree
could be fulfilled,
and that the news of His resurrection
could be spread through the known world of the time,
by the technology of Roman roads
and transportation systems,
perhaps?
Of course, I’m sure
scholars and experts
much wiser than I,
would laugh at such a notion,
but then it wouldn’t be
the first time
God has used seemingly
unrelated and unimaginable plans
to confound the wise and knowledgeable;
would it?
Who would have thought
that a rag-tag band of uneducated
fishermen and peasants,
would confound and confuse
the educated and wise men of their day
by witnessing and testifying
to the greatest event
in the history of mankind?
Who could have imagined it?
Days Like This/Behind the Crimson Door
Desperation breeds invention,
creativity the key to survival,
it’s hard to give
when there’s nothing left to offer,
even harder to take,
when you’ve taken all there is to take;
we’re all just holding on.
Today was a picture perfect day,
not a cloud in the sky,
not too hot,
not too cold,
cool gentle breeze blowing,
sweet and pure;
days like this
are the worse;
the sadness
comes seeping to the surface,
the yearning for escape softly
whispers,
the need to anesthetize cries
out;
days like this
always make me want to get
buzzed,
days like this
always make me want to forget.
So many traps,
so many snares,
so many one-way roads
with destinations leading
nowhere;
never going down
that path no more.
Darkness lives,
just outside this crimson door,
waiting like a stranger in the
shadows,
slithering as a snake
back into its hidden hole,
purpose has no meaning here,
clarity just a slip of the
tongue,
silence fills the endless void,
words die like falling leaves on
a tree;
days like this
never end.
The obsession grows,
steady and slow,
without beginning or end,
distant clouds on the horizon,
wandering in this wilderness,
the enemy waits for the moment;
the storm is never far away.
Outside,
there is talk of change
as some hold on to the hope,
still others grow cold,
either way the sun rises and sets,
with or without our consent;
when the Son of Man returns
will there be any faith
to find?
This moment no longer moves,
out here
among the frozen wasteland,
dark and endless,
forgotten and alone,
cold to the bitter bone,
old voices fill the air,
cries of the raging beast,
secret sanctuaries
hiding within the chaos,
butterflies flowing on the wind,
lost somewhere within nighttime shadows,
waiting for something more,
madness my old friend,
I can no longer deny your sweet touch;
it always begins like this,
it always ends as something else,
like the lead character
in a Fellini film,
wandering through fields
of golden nonsense,
swept away by the growing hush,
traveling a hundred miles
to move an inch;
the crimson door
knows no pity.
The Last Days
So close
yet so far,
trying to hold on
to the only truth
there ever was,
the only way out,
the only hope
there ever will be.
Clinging to the light
the best that you can,
trying to avoid the
darkness
that swallows you whole
from the depths below.
It is not easy
passing through enemy
territory,
pretending to be
something
you never were,
silently moving
past watchful sentry
eyes,
searching for the
deserters,
fleeing this place
called home,
an illusion,
crumbling like dust
in the hot summer wind.
In the last days
everything will fall in
place,
the madness and the
lies
will seem to finally
make sense,
be not fooled
by seemingly logical
explanations,
be not deceived
by the long sought
light,
for it is just another
illusion,
the cruelest of them
all,
and all who follow it
do so to their end;
there
shall be weeping and
gnashing of teeth.
The War is Over
Today on television
I watched the testimony
of a woman
whose brother is being
held
in a Saudi Arabian
prison
at the request of the United States
government,
because a grand jury in
America
found no reason to
indict him
so the FBI had the Saudi
government
place him under arrest,
now he can be held
indefinitely
because our court has
no jurisdiction,
it was then that I realized;
we
have lost the war,
that it was over
before it even began.
In the end
it was the hypocrisy
and lies
which brought about the
fall,
in the end
we became exactly
what they said we were,
in the end
old secrets and dirty
deeds
swept quietly under the
carpet
crawled out from the
darkness,
shining in the sun for
all to see.
Now it’s all over but
the shouting,
which will last for
years
as those who grew rich
from the fruit of the
lies
continue to hang on
for as long as they can,
keeping it lingering on
like some last gasp
dying cancer,
beginning with such
promise
only to shrivel up and
blow away
like leaves on the
morning wind.
Give and Take
Looking out over grey, snow covered fields,
I know there are words unspoken
and ideas unknown,
unfulfilled dreams and untold stories
slipping away
like ships passing in the fog
of night;
and the world goes on just the same.
I know that time passes by
with or without our permission,
I know that there is nothing new
under the sun,
I know that we live in a
give and take world,
designed to be perfectly in balance
between the two,
a world where what you take
should equal what you give,
where everyday the sum total
of your losses and gains should be exactly zero.
But this is not a perfect world,
this is not a world where things go
as designed,
this is a world
where those who can.……..do,
and those who can’t………don’t,
a place where those who take
take more,
and those who give
give more,
until there is no more to give or take,
and those who have given it all
simply die or disappear,
never to be seen or heard from again,
while those who take
look around for fresh victims
upon which to feed.
This is a world where children
starve to death
while great banquets and feasts
are held just around the corner,
a society where old people freeze to death
in cold, dark houses,
while fortunes are spent on electricity
for Christmas decorations and lights,
a land where money makes you right
and lack of it makes you wrong;
despite being denied
from church pulpits everywhere;
yes, it is a give and take world,
but the day is almost here
when the scales will be balanced,
it’s just a matter of simple physics;
what goes in
must equal what comes out.
Bare Essentials
We are reducing life down to the bare essentials,
at least that is what we call it,
some would say it is predetermined starvation;
others call it being homeless.
For some it comes naturally,
for others it is a constant struggle,
it’s not easy throwing everything away,
it requires constant attention,
it takes honest effort,
it demands due diligence.
Just when you think you’re there,
some young, compassionate do-gooder,
from the state office of social consciousness
hands you some subsistence check,
or food stamps,
or welfare;
it’s not as easy as you might think.
Homelessness is the last great American adventure,
the final frontier, the ultimate showdown,
I have listened to the self-made experts,
I have searched through intellectual, bourgeois bullshit,
deep within the galactic spheres of driveling drivel;
they are all the same,
spewing out giant mental epitaphs,
while sputtering palpitating piss
from swollen rectal tumors.
Give them what they want I’m told,
shove it so far up their chute
they won’t know up from down,
but still I hang on to the good ole days,
always just out of reach of right or wrong,
afraid of being on one side of the fence or the other,
yet landing right in the middle just the same;
please don’t ask me what that all
means,
because I don’t know.
More Than Meets The Eye
The days grow long,
yet the dawn arrives right on time,
like some brave new creation
springing boldly forth,
a mighty warrior from the ancient past,
shooting fiery arrows into the hearts
of all who thirst for truth;
impaling even the mightiest kings.
Changes do not come easy,
nor do they last forever,
only one change remains beyond the dawn
and that is not for us to choose,
eventually you must let go,
even if the cost is beyond the reach
of all that could never be bought,
while moving past the point of no return.
When little girls grow up
they no longer belong to you,
and even misguided illusions fade,
floating away with all the other baggage,
slowly disappearing with the receding tide
deep into the distant sea,
and you wonder if they will ever return;
but inside you know
there is no other way.
There is more here than meets the eye,
more than it appears,
more than will ever be known,
the depths go beyond
this shallow field of dying faith,
past the dreams of a young man’s heart,
beyond faded memories and lost innocence;
some things can never die,
some things can never live.
Right and Wrong
Everyone must submit himself to
the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has
established. The authorities that exist have been established by God.
Consequently he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God
has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves.
Romans 13:1-2
In America being poor is a death
sentence,
in America
your pocket book determines
the level of respect you receive;
in America you either love it or leave
it.
Sometimes it is forgotten
that this nation was founded by people
who didn’t ‘love’ it;
but instead of leaving they fought
a violent and bloody war for ind ependence,
or how a hundred years later
the nation was torn in two as brother
fought brother because one side
didn’t ‘love’ it,
it makes me wonder just who
the real patriots are,
those blindly accepting whatever is thrown at them,
by a government growing increasingly powerful and intrusive,
or those who question every policy and decision,
and to be perfectly honest;
I don’t care one
way or the other.
This nation and this government are
only
a result of what they are allowed
to be,
by a God who created all things,
it does not have any more power,
wealth or wisdom
than Rome
or Greece
or any of the other
great civilizations before it;
this nation
exists only because
God willed it to exist.
In colonial days there were
preachers
who stood up in their pulpits and
declared
that those who didn’t ‘love’
being a British colony
should just leave,
many of the religious leaders of
the day
branded Washington and other
leaders of the revolution
as criminals and traitors,
but Washington and the
revolutionaries won,
and winners not losers write
history,
the truth is they won
because that was God’s will,
plain and simple,
so be careful who you call a
criminal,
or who you tell to love it or
leave it,
because you just might be
on the wrong side of God’s will,
unless you presume to know more
than God himself.
So don’t get caught up in who is
right
and who is wrong,
try not to take sides
in the affairs of men at all,
seek the will of the Lord
first
and trust in Him,
without leaning to your own
understanding,
and remember His command for us
all:
As the Father has loved me, so
have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you obey my commands, you will
remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and remain in his
love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may
be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater
love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. You are
my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you servants, because a
servant does not know his master’s business. Instead I have called you friends,
for everything I have learned from my Father I have made known to you. You did
not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit – fruit
that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. This
is my command: Love each other. John 15: 9-17
a war that began many years ago
when men believed
they could dominate other men,
controlling them through fear and intimidation,
a war that gained momentum with an idea
planted over 200 years ago;
that liberty is sometimes better
than life,
that there are some things worth dying for,
that freedom at any cost is sometimes better
than life under the rule of others;
that all men are created equal.
A war given a face
by a nation of farmers and merchants
who defeated the most powerful empire in the world,
a war reinforced
by a terrible and bloody civil conflict
fought on the principle that economic gain
does not justify the enslavement of other men;
against the only enemy capable of defeating
her vast and mighty power;
against herself.
This Dream
The moments come and go,
just a different twist,
a fairer fate,
another turn,
a better choice,
life and death,
darkness or light,
nothing and everything,
something else;
we come so close.
83 dead,
the silence shattered
as the gunman reloads,
there are things never
forgotten;
who is to say?
who is to know?
does it never end?
The sun rises,
a new day’s heat begins,
suffocating and choking,
flesh melting like
yesterday’s butter,
chard and putrid,
fresh rubber sizzling
like bacon in grease
on the soft asphalt surface,
one more on the road,
out of the frying pan
and into the fire;
another one tastes the dust.
Take it away,
let it be no more,
bring about an end,
take it from my eyes,
take it from my mind,
this whisper,
this hush;
this dream.
See Me Oh LORD
Breathe deep,
the cool ocean air,
dance with the moment
for as long as you can,
feast with your eyes
until they see no more;
make it last forever.
Don’t let me lie down quietly,
let me go quickly and smoothly
like a bird gliding through the air,
don’t let them know,
don’t let them see,
that this is all there is;
I never quite belong,
I never fit in,
I’m always somewhere
just on the edge.
See me Oh LORD
here among the lost,
rescue me from this darkness,
hear my cry in the wilderness;
restore the light of day.
I Am Tired
We live in a world of make-believe,
where fantasy rules and anything goes,
with death only a video game away,
where might makes right,
where self-indulgence and pleasure rule;
I am tired,
I am tired of games and pretending,
I am tired of rude, obnoxious individuals,
I am tired of pampered, spoiled children,
I am tired of being in pain,
I am tired of sleepless nights,
I am tired of worn out dreams,
I am tired of struggling and toiling,
I am tired of writing meaningless
words
that no one will hear;
I am tired,
my body is failing,
my soul is sinking deeper into oblivion,
my breath becomes fouled and labored,
I want to be part of the sleep process,
I want to dream forever,
I want to bathe in the light,
surrounded by 10,000 angelic voices,
I want to belong to Him.
Who hears my voice?
Who knows the turmoil building within?
Who understands the darkness
descending upon this land?
Who sees the futility of this life
without God?
I am tired.
Perfect World
In a perfect world,
frightened young US Marines
do not throw grenades
into unknown Iraqi homes,
killing 2 year old Iraqi babies
along with their terrified Iraqi mothers
as they try to shield them in their arms.
In a perfect world
true justice does no harm
to the helpless and innocent,
in a perfect world;
heroes are perfect.
When does enough become enough?
When does truth overcome lies?
When do facts matter more than fiction?
When does spin and myths
give way to reality and dead Iraqi babies?
And yes,
there are always two sides to every story,
there is always more than meets the eye,
there are always underlying and mitigating factors
which cannot be adequately understood
unless you were actually there;
but still;
there are dead Iraqi babies,
along with dead Iraqi mothers,
and young, frightened US Marines
left holding on to memories and consciences,
reciting official company lines
and other man-made truths,
while wondering inside
how everything became so twisted and wrong;
in this almost
perfect world.
Out on the Edge
Out on the edge,
people and places are seldom
what they seem,
lines become blurred,
light but a reflection,
faces come out of the night,
moving beyond darkness and death,
winter winds blow cold,
leaving trails of broken bones,
rising into the emptiness beyond;
out here,
all hope has died.
Sitting here
watching the rain fall,
nowhere left to go,
no more room to run,
the voices slowly fade,
the faces silently disappear,
everything passes with time,
nothing lasts forever,
is truth enough,
or does darkness win?
without love,
are you only
fooling yourself?
Nothing is hidden
that will not be revealed,
no debt goes unpaid,
a reckoning
for every word whispered
in the night;
an accounting
for promises made
but never kept.
Where Now America
Where now
Your playgrounds and sandlots
lie empty,
as your youth
grow tired and disillusioned,
hanging out at the mall,
gathering in clumps and clusters,
wearing hundred dollar rags,
wrapped up in coolness,
struggling to be ghetto,
jaded with knowledge,
dripping with sarcasm;
nobody’s fool;
ice flowing through their veins,
filth dripping from their lips,
incapable of genuine laughter,
void of dreams,
growing old
before their time;
south jersey farm boys,
full of TV bravado and
James Dean machismo,
daddy’s good little girls,
playing MTV hoes,
busy being
trash talking lil bitch wannabes,
joking about
giving blowjobs for a dollar;
generation X,
childhood gone,
innocence lost,
forever;
where now
where now?
The New ‘Massahs’
not black, not white,
not brown, not yellow;
Slavery was never about race
or white supremacy,
slavery has always been about economics,
pure and simple,
using black men just made it feasible,
gave it a sort of justified nobility,
did skin color matter to the Romans
when they enslaved conquered nations?
did it matter to African chiefs and sultans who
enslaved their own people,
then sold them to white slave traders?
do you really think plantation owners cared
about the skin color of their cheap,
disposable work force?
don’t you think they would have used
poor, uneducated whites and saved all those costs of
traveling
half-way around the world
if they could have gotten away with it?
but the truth is they couldn’t,
so they justified it with black men
brought from the dark continent of Africa ;
after all, they weren’t real men
were they?
Slavery has never been about race
or the color of skin,
it has always been about something
much deeper,
it has always been about those who have,
taking from those who have not,
fear of homelessness and starvation
has replaced bullwhips and chains,
fear of losing what little one has
provides the new slaves of choice,
who patiently wait for crumbs
from the ‘massahs’ table.
The new ‘massahs’ come in all colors
but they all have one color in common;
green is the color
of true power and domination,
green is the color of the new ‘massah’;
but then it was all along,
wasn’t it?
The Great American Dream
The great American dream;
open roads, rest stops,
all night diners,
cb radios, tractor trailers,
unlimited gasoline,
Harley Davidson motorcycles;
freedom;
when the reality is 15 year old
RVs,
cruising the open road
two weeks out of every year,
maxed out credit cards,
$4/gal gas,
dressing up like outlaw bikers
in Daytona and Myrtle
Beach ,
playing the slots in Las
Vegas ;
pretending the hypocrisy
and compromise
doesn’t exist.
The great American dream is a myth,
an urban legend,
a fantasy existing within the minds
of Madison Avenue ad executives,
a pipe dream bought and paid for by Nike,
the great American dream is a nightmare,
designed to trap its victims
into a new kind of slavery,
the modern poor, the new third world,
the great American dream belongs
to hedge fund managers
and the Bank of America ,
the great American dream
died before it ever had a chance
to live;
the great American dream
is a lie.
Questions for T McV
What have you done?
Babies lie broken in the street,
what have you done?
Did they do such terrible things
to justify this?
Or did you think this was all
just some romantic Hollywood
script?
Did you think the innocent
would just get up when it was all over?
Did you think the babies
had some magical protective shield?
Or did you even think at all?
You are not a hero,
you are not even a man.
Was your land taken from you?
Has your loved ones been dragged
from their beds at night
to be tortured
or killed?
Have you ever even been told
what you could think
or not think?
What you could say
or not say?
These are reasons men do what they do,
these are reasons heroes do
what they do not want to do,
you are none of these;
you are just a sick,
demented,
despicable;
coward.
300 Miles Away (Please Wake Up America
Up in Knoxville
the Vols are taking the field,
down in Tuscaloosa
the Tide begins to roll,
out in Gatlinburg they’re packin em in
for a big Dollywood weekend,
while 300 miles away people die.
All across the nation plans get
underway,
for backyard barbecues and family trips to the beach,
as supermarket shelves are stacked in anticipation
with more than anybody could possibly eat or drink,
while 300 miles away people die.
Stunned by what they are seeing,
people watch the news and shake their heads,
calling in 50 dollar pledges,
vowing to make a difference,
while 300 miles away people die.
In Washington ,
in Jackson and in Baton Rouge ,
fingers are being pointed as the blame game begins,
all across the nation the great debate rages,
filling the blogs and chat rooms with wisdom and advice
from every self-made expert the internet has to offer,
while 300 miles away people die.
Please wake up America ,
we are all to blame,
we are all guilty,
we all watched and waited from afar,
while 300 miles away people died.
More than homes and people have
disappeared,
more than dreams are shattered,
more than a way of life is gone,
part of a nation has died with them.
Now is the time to stop the finger
pointing and blame,
now is the time to stop worrying about the pursuit of
perpetual pleasure,
now is the time to reach out and love one another as never
before,
now is the time to trust in the One who can heal all things,
now is the time for repentance.
Please wake up America ,
before it is too late.
An Uneasy Interruption
In the end
I will fade away
like the early morning dawn,
quietly changing from darkness
into light,
without a sound,
without a fight,
a passing whisper
in the middle of the
dark, crisp night;
we all do,
we all will,
we simply have
little choice.
Words will mean very little,
relationships even less,
memories but a brief moment,
an uneasy interruption,
a passing vapor
in a world of swirling mist.
I have been to the mountaintop,
I have peered into the oblivion below,
I have heard the small still voice,
I have known the touch
of His calm, cool hand;
words will never be enough.
American News
American News – proof that
in today's age of sophisticated mass communications, if you say something often
enough and loud enough, eventually it becomes truth to many, whether there is
any factual basis to it or not. – W.F. Rhoads
“Look at the nations and
watch – and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that
you would not believe, even if you were told.”
Habakkuk
1:5
Will not all of them taunt
him with ridicule and scorn saying, “Woe to him who piles up stolen goods and
makes himself wealthy by extortion! How long must this go on?” Will not your
debtors suddenly arise? Will they not wake up and make you tremble? Then you
will become their victim. Because you have plundered many nations, the people
who are left will plunder you. For you have shed man’s blood, you have
destroyed lands and cities and everyone in them. “Woe to him who builds his
realm by unjust gain to set his nest on high, to escape the clutches of ruin!
You have plotted the ruin of many peoples, shaming your own house and
forfeiting your life. The stones of the wall will cry out, and the beams of the
woodwork will echo it. Woe to him who builds a city with bloodshed and
establishes a town by crime!” Habakkuk 2:6-12
land of mindless sheep,
being led by corrupt shepherds
and hidden agendas,
blindly running to and fro,
searching for the latest ‘miracle’ cure,
spending time and money
listening to anyone offering answers,
speaking lies disguised as truth,
slaves to their greatest fears;
a land beyond promise or hope.
Seeking shelter from the gathering
storm,
not willing to accept the consequences,
unable to confess the guilt,
killing in the name of justice,
denying the greed and self-preservation,
turning a blind eye to the haves
against the have-nots,
deciding who is right and who is wrong,
who lives and who dies,
a land of hypocrisy and dry bones,
dying before they are dead;
trapped within chains
of their own making.
Desperation
Now the end may begin,
lost in this swirling
world of never,
eyes dressed incognito,
egos disguised by humility,
enemies in the shape of friends
make for the worst
of them all,
you never see them coming
until they have passed you by;
and by then
it’s always too late.
The movement continues
like liquid wildfire,
consuming all there is,
right or wrong hanging within
a delicate balance,
fools following forsaken
roads of folly,
on their way to this or that,
innocence never the issue,
something for nothing,
one for all,
everything for anybody,
some things for nobody.
This garden no longer grows,
fruit lies dying on the vine,
hope has no future here,
fertility fails,
fixations no longer provide a thrill,
sinking deep into the
oblivion below,
sink or swim,
desperation makes its strong argument
for justification,
survival separates the living
from the dead;
words once spoken
can never be returned.
Redemption
“When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your
heads, because your redemption is drawing near.” Luke 21:28
Another day begins,
another day ends,
how many days are left?
let me count the days.
We have become a society
of death,
a cult of iniquity,
violent predators obsessed with
fresh new victims,
laughing at misery,
taking delight in suffering,
fascinated by the pain of others,
immune to the cries for mercy,
lost in fantasy and delusion,
appearing to have a form
of godliness,
yet denying the power;
we have become the last days.
The hope rises within,
the time is almost here,
home only a moment away,
lift up your heads,
for your redemption draws near;
no more shall we hunger,
no more shall we thirst,
no more shall the sun beat down,
no more shall the heat scorch,
we shall lie down at springs
of living water;
every tear shall be wiped away.
Frenzy
The storm clouds gather,
rising on the distant horizon;
this new place,
this other reality,
this far off land where
nightfall never ends;
what is left?
what more can be said?
does no one listen?
does no one hear?
does the madness never end?
Today I would have given
you everything,
yet nothing is all you took,
tomorrow’s troubles
brings fresh sorrows
all their own,
as freshly killed bodies
float like chum on the surface,
being devoured by ravenous lizards
frantically joining in the
morning frenzy;
I wish it were not so.
This life is no life,
it changes and rearranges,
ebbing and flowing,
never coming to completion,
creations of a creator,
children of light
trapped within the darkness,
temporary, transient
and conciliatory,
blinded to the truth hidden
before our eyes;
the great illusion
we choose to believe;
deceiving and being deceived,
wounding and being wounded,
hurting and being hurt,
feeding off the leftovers,
running for the scraps;
hiding within the cracks.
What We Have Become
This know also, that in the last
days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves,
covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful,
unholy. Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent,
fierce, despisers of those that are good. Traitors, heady, high-minded, lovers
of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying
the power thereof: from such turn away. I Timothy 3:1-5
It’s easy to mock now,
no more barriers,
no more inhibitions.
godlessness the avant-garde,
cool, hip, chic;
truth irrelevant.
Poetry has become an abstraction,
a train wrecked shambles,
a self-indulgent journey into
self-imposed decadence,
its only purpose
masturbation of the mind;
without rhyme,
but more importantly,
without reason.
Snotty, excitable little twits
so full of themselves they can barely walk,
let alone write about things they understand
even less,
fluffy little balls of bullshit,
stuck in the diarrhea of their words,
political correction and self-satisfaction
going hand in hand,
a religion for the masses,
everyone is a poet today,
everyone a self-made god;
everyone is okay and getting better,
everyone is capable of greatness,
everyone a master of their own fate;
it is our culture,
it is our society,
it is our psychology,
it is our national anthem;
it is what we have become.
Final Stand
At last the sun begins to set,
the night does approach,
and it is here by your side
where I shall face
all that it has to bring,
it is here where I shall make
my final stand;
no more running,
no more hiding,
no more interference,
no more pretending;
no more fear.
Traveling the miles and years
without understanding or direction,
without purpose or clarity,
once again the bullshit and
all that is unimportant
begins to fade,
the uncertainty passes,
withering roots come back to life,
brave new universes patiently wait,
seeking shelter within cool pockets
of summer shade,
the land of promise lies ahead,
we have waited for this moment
all our lives,
we have come home
to live;
we have come home
to die.
Take my hand,
together we will survive
the destruction,
together we shall face
the final storm;
together we shall
make this final stand.
Babylon
After this I saw another angel coming down from heaven. He had great
authority, and the earth was illuminated by his splendor. With a mighty voice
he shouted: “Fallen! Fallen is Babylon Babylon
Revelations
18:1-10
O Babylon ;
land of opulence and luxury,
kingdom of self-indulgence and lust,
home of instant gratification and decadence,
you use until there is nothing left to use,
you take until there is nothing left to take,
you lie dying in the filth of your own greed,
where is your pleasure now?
O Babylon ;
trampling on the backs of those who have less,
stealing from those without the resources to fight back,
killing under the guise of righteousness and the greater
good,
how long can the hypocrisy
remain hidden?
how long can you pretend
the misery and suffering doesn’t exist?
how long O Babylon?
O Babylon ;
surrounded by wealth and excess,
your children grow restless and bored,
turning to technology and machines,
ashamed of a legacy stained with innocent blood,
unable to reconcile the truth
in the name of liberty and justice for all.
A Midday Dream
On a bright blue morning
I saw the end,
as the city went up
in flames,
you turned to me
with panic in your eyes,
screaming “WHY?! WHY?!
I said we must not
cry,
so when it is all over
we can face the truth
and say
we remained
human beings.
…..Be still
my tired,
beating,
savage,
heart,
your day of rest
will come
all to soon.
Standing on the edge;
if you listen hard
you can hear
the last dying gasps
of dreams gone bad,
betrayed by their lusts,
abandoned by their principles,
strangled by their self-righteousness,
drowning in their hypocrisy;
destroyed by their greed.
The children shake with fear,
burned out shells,
well-preserved corpses,
waiting to collapse
into the beckoning grave
of their man-made utopia,
trapped within the walls
of their self-made
wisdom;
forever.
Wept (Omega)
As he approached Jerusalem
I do not weep for the truth,
I weep because of the truth;
I weep for the futility,
I weep for the loss,
I weep for the waste,
I weep for the hopelessness.
I weep for the children,
I weep for the tragedy,
I weep for the sorrow,
I weep for the suffering,
I weep for the inevitability.
What now
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