Sitting in the Back seat.

GOD died,
a sad
and
miserable
state of affairs.
Funeral
was had,
First,
God cried.
Second,
I cried.
Third,
she cried.
Fourth,
he cried.
All of us cried,
buckets of tears
and rain fell
covering the ground.
I died,
but
still alive.
On Roman roads,
wandering
and
wondering.
What to do?
Life had lost meaning,
Was there ever a meaning?
I poked a dead skunk,
with a stick,
on the side of the free way.
Purple
was now
blue and red
black and white
was now gray.
Candid camera:
Contempt
Confusion
Chaos
and
plain old
mean
was the venom
coursing
in my viens,
Click.
Conformity
to the world
has never been in my plans.
Boots straps laced
standing
on shaky
ground,
Only ancient words
and actions
to do.
Given
from the one
that went
to the grave
and
came back from
the grave
in
three short days.
In him I live
then, now, and
tomorrow,
Until
things change.
Tapped on the shoulder,
God said
"boo."
The angels laughed.
God said,
"You are such a fool."
Another course
correction.
To paraphrase:
Remember!
you stubborn mule!
better yet,
JACKASS!
He is me,
me is he,
you are he
he is you
You are in me too,
by the spirit
and my grace.
SIGH
you get so confussed
counting sheep
from the window
sitting in the back seat
Whatever,
I am,
going to do with you.

Over my shoulder

Running rapidily...
not told too?
but knew too!
threw...
our lives...

on the streets,
she is a he?
needing money?
for fake furs,
and
drugs.

In the mall,
she is a mom?
more like a teen?
needing a permit?
to work.

On a train,
lights...
action...
camera...
on board today,
we have a movie star?
burn hollywood burn!!!

In a car,
today's
news!
laugh now?
cry now?
scream now?
be glad it is not you?
on the news.

I don't like heights!
but,
I smelled the smoke!
I saw the smoke!
I touched the smoke!
I tasted the smoke!
I felt the smoke!
MASSIVE
METAL
Modern
marvels
became graves

In a class,
God is the devil?
Jesus is Buddha?
Buddha is Jesus?
Mohammed "blessing upon his name?"
is the anti-christ!
God is dead?
Jews control the banks.
knowledge is power!

Under a tree,
apples, apples, apples,
fall!
Make apple pie.
Make apple sauce.
Make apple butter.
Drink apple cider.
Ignorance is bless!
I forgive you.
You forgive me.
we are unknowing?
An apple for a preacher,
or from a preacher?

Reading a book.
Cool wind,
cool wind blows,
coool winds blowing,
over my shoulder.

Imagination of Equality

KING minos
bones
are buried
and lost
but
his legacy
still remains
The Labrynth
(thought of by
Daedalus
to control
the beast
made
of his wife infidelity
with a bull
PUNISHMENT
As usual
CUZ
powerful men
will not lessen to God
HOWEVER
[ IDOLATRY posiedon IS].)
will be here to stay.
No longer
of
bricks and mortar
and
guarded by
swords and shield
Madison calls
IT
"checks and balances"
the throne
and the beast
on a leash
far from barbaric
of yester years
very logical
and extremely civil
made out of
paper
pens
words,
and neighborly Love
"In GOD WE TRUST"
so the king
the queen
and the beast
all can be human again.
LIVING FREELY
as equal citizens.

The well

Leering
at the
Dreary
London fog
or could be
sittng
on the
Oakland Bay
seeing
the San Francisco fog,
never the less
OLD World or NEW
the low flying
Clouds
are drifting
Away
Showing
the HORIZON
of a
clear, blue, day.
sorrow for man
anger for GOD
anger towards man
pleas to GOD
petition
for
remission
of
mine and your
SIN
seems to go unheard,
When standing
on the bottom
of a wishing well
picking up spare
change
to drop
right back in
fuddling
around
in the muddle
of a dream like
state,
wondering about
the state
OF THE GREAT STATE
asking the Lord God
Lord is it too late?
If ten could save the fate
of Sodom and Gomorah
how many for the good ole' U.S.A.
under God?
but
seperate from the church?
and
rising high to the sun
on the wax paper wings of science
free to be I
but must conform
for the unity
of community
free to be we,but
::::::::::
race,
class,
sex,
Keeps us in a place
I am American!
You are (something) American!
Can we just be American?
Being human has been lost,
in the rustle
and
bustle
of meaningless and empty
shallow space
MY
sorrow for the seperation
of men
from God
MY
anger at the world of men,
MY
anger at men
is my seperation from God.
sniffle
sigh
sniffle
AARRHHGGGGG
a vicous cycle
sad is anger
anger is sad
boys don't cry!
Sometimes, men do.
Forgiveness
brings tears of happiness
laughter for joy
My
smile on my lips
Is truly
ME
Smiling on the outside and N
because a sin
of mine
has been washed away
by another sip
of water
while
sitting
at
the well

The End?

ma,
ma,
Ma,
MA!
mom,
Mom,
MOM,
MOMA,
"what?"
MOMA
"what?"
What is?
"What is what?"
mmm
mmmm
mmmmm
"What! I'm watching T.V."
chute, always with the T.V.
This word ma,
Arrrr
arrrrma
armago
"Where you reading that from?"
the bible ma.
"Where?"
In the last part ma.
"Say it again."
armagoood
"Oh, thats armagedon, a big battle?"
Like War World II
"Much bigger."
How is it bigger than that War?
"That is the last war to be fought"
Is America gonna be fighting?
"yes"
"Who are we gonna be fighting?"
"It is the last battle between good and evil"
Who is else is gonna be fighting?
"Everyone."
me too.
"You too"
When is the war suppossed to start?
"Its going on right now."
I'm not big enough ma.
"Me and your Father are gonna keep you safe."
I want to fight against evil too ma.
"You will, at the end."

Changing name of blog.

Today, August 10th 2010. I have changed the name of my blog. I have come to the conclusion that I am not on a road less travelled, but one that is well paved and has some bright lanterns. All of remain thirsty, but having a claim in the well has a easier means to eleviate the thirst.

Valley Death

I am in shock and awe at the things I see. We live in this age of science and information but I see the things of the occult happening around me. The things in the bible that are evil I see them blatantly preformed. People trying to impose there wills on each other, magic, witch craft, and unbelief in God. Innocent lives lead astry to be the servant of a sick and twisted master. Give me the Yoke of Christ always. I am in the middle of a storm but I fear no evil for the Lord is my savior. Is this stuff for real? It has no power over me but does it have power over those that don't have the strength from Christ. I keep myself girded. I am learning this stuff has no power over me but it is very irritating and can weaken vigilance. Into the wilderness I am. I see fields ripe for harvest or is it fields for planting. Christ's Angels and satan's demons are in the fields. There is an absence of the word of God from people in the wilderness and they crave God but our systems has lead them to seek good in evil. Allowing evil to run a muck. My friend tells me that God is perfecting my heart for some purpose. I tell him what I have seen he accepts but does not truly believe because like me he is a son of science, but he wants to know. It is not something someone would want to know if they knew what they would find out. Angels and Demons are very real and the things in between. School teaches us enough to blind us to the reality of the unseen world. I have no solution for this situation except to take communion and pray. We are speaking of the Love of Christ in this malestorm. I have no idea what it is doing. I have faith as a son of Christ but as a son of science I would not believe if not for the grace of GOD. There are days when I doubt I can help anything. It will take judgement day to clean up this mess on earth, but I can only rely on my faith in these times of doubt that every little bit helps. I am done for now. The narrow path is on the wide path that is why we need deliverance from evil and guidance.