It's not like we haven't sent messengers. It's not like you haven't been warned. It's not like there haven't been signs. It's not like you can claim you don't know. But the Earth? It burns. And the seas? They churn. And you greed/laugh/lie While ecosystem collapse. So...
We asked politely, we really did,
Sent emissary, tweaked up your lid.
Said time is coming, its close at hand.
Please lead God’s children, to promised land.
God’s not real. I can steal.
I can prance, steal the dance.
Cause much woe ‘cause don’t you know?
Random numbers drive the Show.
About to fall, about to fall, the paraments about to fall, and fancy bangles on the wall, and systems that hold us in thrall
Old world, old world, go away.
Don’t come back another day.
Take your ugly monochrome
And leave the people all alone
Before “I” was born from “the itch,”
It was nothing but vast cosmic bliss.
The only difference now that “I” am here,
Is a face on the ecstatic cheer.
As burning Earth turns ’round the sun,
The end-times conflict has begun.
But still the players puke their lies,
While little kids suffer and die
Time to leave the pedo priest,
Time to flee abusive beast.
Grab the whip from the taskmaster
Brake the rod of foul schoolmaster
Can’t play this here game of pretend, anymore, can’t keep throwing my beating heart, on the floor
I see the world as it is today,
I see the world, and I do not pray.
For I fear that was come today,
Has come again to ruin our day.
Trump a dump a fatish chump, a lump a sump a sewage pump.
And after ten thousand years of our time, and after struggling through the green slime, and after winning our hearts back from sin, cannot put away collective grin.
I want to say to the world today
I want to say, you came to play.
But God on high, I cannot say
The ways that you have gone astray
I look around what do I see?
Humans on a killing spree.
Humans that have no regard.
Humans who have wrecked the yard
This morning opened up my eyes, realized my life is full of lies. While in my bed they swam through head, and dragged me far from bright Godhead.
Another Easter come and gone? Another where you sing wrong song? Another where you play the snake? Another where your minions quake?
Merry Christmas, Merry Xmas, here comes a new year, where more violence and greed will bring children to tears.
Stars are dying.
All God’s doing
I begin to see my life as filled with anguish/pain/abuse. I feel my heart is filled with anger, hate, and lame excuse
Comes the pale rider,
In service that’s grim.
Surprise! At your doorstep.
Knocks he to come in
Dweller in the dark,
Walking in the park,
Fending of the shark,
Is this all that life can be?
For those about to sacrifice,
For those about to cry.
For those not meek like mighty mouse,
For those about to die.
The next evolutionary leap,
Does not come in a jeep,
Does not make people weep.
Is not just for black sheep
Big people in high golden towers,
Prance and dance and drunk with power.
Twirl and whirl as lives devour
Stinking core their heart is sour.
In the desert, in the summer, where the hippies burn the man, comes a silent devolution to an ego’s stupid plan
Stupidity defines the fall.
God’s hand written in a scrawl.
Sitting in that chair rapt enthralled.
It’s a wonder you feel not awe.
It it wasn’t for the rape and the abuse… If it wasn’t for the grubby hands dug in our purse… If it wasn’t for the violent disregard… If it wasn’t for the hiding thief in our back yard.
It will be a revolution,
But without the violent toll.
Just a magical mystical highness,
As we reach our final goal.
All mimsy were the borogroves, and sadly swam the air. As Vorpal blade came snacking, trailing famsy Bander’s fail.
And in the morning yarrow was the feckless crowd warned fair. But dimmed and daily waggled, they ignore prophetic tale
Bid me now this spell unfold,
A pinch of salt, a horny toad,
A bit of magic well foretold,
A sing-song sun in days of old
Listen up man, nothing you can do will stop the rise of Holy Flame
It is time, know your place
You are one with God’s glorious grace.
You are the Light that shineth from above.
I write a poem to share with you,
In hopes this message will get through,
In hopes an arrow for to find,
A heart that’s pumping FULL DIVINE
Well it really all depends, dear.
On the things that you do next.
Whether messenger brings freedom,
Or accelerates lord Shiva’s breath.
… wake up.
For the time is upon you.
Wake up now.
Let your journey begin
There’s this thing you should know
It’s about pro-creation,
It’s about how you sow.
Energy goes where Consciousness flows.
I have a message for you, it is simple and true. It comes straight from my heart, goes directly to you
Long ago and far away,
A prophesy told of a day
When no more death on Earth we’d see
And balanced true to nature be
Hey diddle diddle, the cat plays the fiddle and the cow jumps over the moon. The mouses they dance and the lambs they do prance, while the Cheshire cat plays the spoons
I sing a song, we dance along, as madness fills their air, for ‘for too long the old world gone and God descends The Stair.
Dear one, please stand up, it is time.
That you heeded the one brings this rhyme.
Higgly piggly tiggly wiggly, giggly jiggly pumpkin pie. Sigh a song cry a song, shy but I’m wry this song, take’s us to heaven on crystal sigh
We are the dark forces, we played a part, to Bind all our brethren, to make hate a part. We came from our homelands, in service to fear. We came and you bled oh so slowly my dear,
I AM/WE ARE your higher self,
And you welcome me this day,
How you missed me, did you pray,
While you battled night and day,