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.
The Great Awakening
Getting you started on the
right path back home