I’m a headless chicken with a revelation of escaping the pen
I’m the paraplegic who will walk again
I’m Lazarus three days in
With the silent stench of death, body rotting from within
In a moment of weakness begging the light not to send me back to my weaker form
And Jesus weeps
And Martha groans
And Mary calls me brother
I am the bread of life that satisfies
The deep desire of ev’ry hungry soul.
I am this dark world’s light; I open eyes
Long blinded on the path toward life’s great goal.
I am the door to God’s rich pastureland;
My followers go safely to their rest.
I am the way to God’s most gracious hand;
And there with me, they’ll be forever blessed.
I am the shepherd, good to all I own,
They live because I freely died for them.
I am the vine; no fruit appears alone,
But where the branch attaches to the stem.
Before the start of any human strife,
I am the resurrection, and the life!
The Crocked souls final Toll
In the veil of darkness,
There creeps the crooked ugly dark soul
Who opened Hell’s door
With a key stolen from the gate keeper
Hiding so nobody sees it
Looting anything worth coin and pure
With a dark plan within its soul
How to resurrect its self
As an innocent soul
As it envisions itself as dignitary
Throwing its sulphur glare
At folk who challenged it
It couldn’t hold its contempt to long
As Hell’s bells rang
Then folk’s sudden realisation
It was stealing from them
They took the key and prey tell
It got caught and thrown back into Hell.
Jesus Christ Resurrected.
:The beginning of blissfulness.
:The origin of eternal, soundless
Love.
:The genesis of unwavering,
unending forgiveness.
:The source of immortal Soul.
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soft dawn unseals the stone
light drifts from Jesus’ tomb~
the veil between worlds quivers.
Your breath, older than the stars,
moves through the still air.
we rise in the hush of Your name~
grace gathers the world to light
There's blood on my fresh roast coffee
blood on the sunny Sunday bell
blood on my tricycle wheels
across my blue-sky dreams
those devilish chem trails.
There's blood on John Lennon sheets
They're poisoning birds and honeybees.
They call us cattle, treat us like sheep.
Their arrogance blocks out our sun.
Sweaty jails swinging wide open for us.
Closed tight for the morally bankrupt.
They are mimicking Saturn's passion.
Munching away the faith of innocence.
Blood-blood-blood flowing everywhere.
It's all of them and always has been.
Demons drink without a care.
My blood pressure kisses the north side of high.
Patience hangs from the south side of down.
I used to traipse the woods to temper the grind.
Now I stay deep inside a cockroach house
a permanent bending of the mind.
Their egos are greasy and fatally stained.
Their arrogance-an incurable disease.
But what they don't understand is
that there's no escaping the crumbling castle
of the chronically damned.
God carved fate into the eternal face of time.
He will gild and elevate the little ones...
A resurrection of a blue-sky lullaby.
Blood of the innocent has painted ground red
Lying there looks as if he is dead
But they drag him up to beat him even more
Crowds are cheering, much worse is in store
He continues to struggle, blood dripping down from his face
People are laughing, shouting to pick up his pace
His talks of God had made people suspicious, angry and wild
But they didn’t know that Jesus is God’s precious child
He was crucified on the wooden cross, nails piercing through his skin
How evil is human nature, how dark is their sin
He died for our sins so that we can live
Is there a bigger sacrifice, what more can you give
Jesus rose from the dead and is alive today
He has saved my life many times and He is protecting me every day
I have seen the miracles He performs with my own eyes
I love you Lord Jesus and I thank you every night and morning when I rise
Blood of the innocent has painted ground red
Lying there looks as if he is dead
But they drag him up to beat him even more
Crowds are cheering, much worse is in store
He continues to struggle, blood dripping down from his face
People are laughing, shouting to pick up his pace
His talks of God had made people suspicious, angry and wild
But they didn’t know that Jesus is God’s precious child
He was crucified on the wooden cross, nails piercing through his skin
How evil is human nature, how dark is their sin
He died for our sins so that we can live
Is there a bigger sacrifice, what more can you give
Jesus rose from the dead and is alive today
He has saved my life many times and He is protecting me every day
I have seen the miracles He performs with my own eyes
I love you Lord Jesus and I thank you every night and morning when I rise
At 1 B.C.
In a country of lonely,
Felt bare in me, Holy;
As a mother,
In covenant style,
Came forth a little child –
Embedded and dormant,
they neither wake nor sleep
but defer and endure
until a sun-seeded air
percolates in countless
humming sepulchral lungs.
There is a foretelling,
an imminent rustle of shoveling wings -
the soil erupts,
whirlwinds swarm tree and leaf.
Now begins the cacophony,
the drumbeat of innate necessity.
Wing plates thrum
against chitinous abdomens,
a fretsaw orchestra hollows out
cavities for creation.
Grasping obsessions
become strangleholds of insemination,
then unto death do they pour.
We who sweep away or step upon
their stiffly crinkled corpses,
to our numbed ears comes a solace
as the raucous interlude abruptly ends,
nor do most keep account of the years,
until the next pronouncement
of yet another reincarnation blares forth.
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Yuletide bells chime~
frost-kissed air hums silver echoes,
a hymn spun in ice.
Deep beneath the muffled snow,
roots dream of resurrection.
~ November 04, 2025 ~
Mark it as a historic day
NYC chooses a new way
Workers of the world unite!
Capitalism ~ fight or flight?
awake usual thoughts
failures made imposed
turn others sleep
those like may also awake
guilt not helping light
rest night fears conflicts
wars doubts known not
all prepositioned
keep hope peace joy love
isolated chambered atomized
quarked vanquished
Lord Jesus maybe will
many claim dead still
resurrection appendage
little importance since
not fit soteriology
identity not body
only survives death
timeless eternity reincarnated heaven
space sans time spent looking edge
those not yet arrived
waiting again undiscovering
one another simultaneously
except frozen eternity
Lord be raised embodied ongoing
time continued timely together
see those sleep those cannot
night pray
now three two hours
now one before dawn
I want to die in your bed
With bittersweet memories,
And a drunken head.
Never want to be alone,
Not for a single moment.
I am scared, scared of the ghost -
That lonely soul in the white garment.
Funny, nowadays I'm feeling lonely too
Maybe that ghost is a mirage of mine,
BOO!
Now, why are you going away,
Leaving me, creating this wound?
Don't you know I can't run after you,
I'm an ancient tree -
A lonely sentinel, deeply soil-bound!
Okay then, let's accept it as my fate
Watching alone this never-ending night,
Dying alone, no resurrection -
This realisation and the sudden fright.
Dead, Dead.
Decay, rotten flesh,
Melting beneath the scorching sun.
Worms, maggots, flies-
A parade in time with the vulture's drum.
Teasing, tearing, ripping this way, that way,
Dashing, splashing like an artist painting madness.
Bumblebee, whisper to me:
Am I dead...or just asleep
in the scariest dream?
No...
I can't be dead.
I refuse to be dethroned.
Oh death, you have no sting.
Your wings have been clipped.
A man of all seasons,
I fight every round.
Knocked around...
but rise before I hit the ground.
Yeah, I am not dead.
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