The Call

Hey there
Been a while since You called
Been wondering where You been
Have I done something wrong?
Say it ain't so!
Ain't?
Am I not
The one You called?
Please just call me back.


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The Real Portion

Ten little fingers
And ten little toes;
Smiles and coos
And a cute button nose,
But I’ve been forgotten;
Nobody loves me;
All they want
Are careers and money.
They’ve missed real life
They’ve missed their portions
Because they’ve had
50 million murders.



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Until I Met Her

Life formed a vastly endless ocean
Of quiet rage and calm deceit
Until I met her.
“How long must I wait in darkness?”
I cried in my heart
Until I met her.
Like rain that fills the ocean,
Rain when fleeting vapors fill the skies with tenebrosity
And the earth with shifting shadows,
My soul was full of tears
Until I met her.
“You will not love her!”
They raged,
Raged like storms
Like ocean storms that flee the sunlight.
“You will not love her!”
They held,
Held on to their son
As a son who would have died.
But as the immortal Son fears no mortal man,
And pursues all;
Filling the deepest hate with shinning love,
So the illuminating sun fears no murky mist,
And pursues all;
Filling the darkest hole with golden light.
So she filled my empty soul
With the smell of fresh rain.
For she led me out of the haze;
It was the beloved, leading the beloved.
It was sealed
With the shinning, golden bow.


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The Shepherd Is My Lord

The shepherd is my Lord, my God;
I shall not disappoint him.
He makes me sit in wooden pews:
He leads me to be dumb.

He saves my life, restores my soul:
He leads me to be holy.
Though I walk through poverty,
I will give him money.

Your superstitious rules control me
In a sermon pointed.
In the presence of the throng,
You say that you’re anointed.

Sunday, your mouth runneth over,
Dogmas all my life.
But I will not dwell in your house
All of my long life.


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Hell and High Water

We promised ourselves
We’d find our promised land;
Through Hell
Or high water,
We’d find our way.
We followed you home,
But you lead us to Hell
And left us high
And dry.
You led us to victory,
Or so we thought,
But you got the victory,
And we got saliva
In our mouths
from hunger,
In our eyes
from hate.
And now it’s too late.

Don’t worry though;)
For your turn is next:)
‘Cause Justice is a noble cause,
Quick
Like sand that traps you,
So your injustice will devour you.
And drag you down
With us
To Hell.
And you will drown.
In your own high water.
On your own high horse.
Getting higher
With every puff
Of injustice.
Every piece of the puzzle
You swallow
To hide it.
You will choke on.
For Justice isn’t dead,
Nor does He sleep,
Injustice shall fail
And Justice prevail.


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I Can

I cannot shut out the noise, the colors, the distress,
The cacophony of voices in my head,
The kaleidoscope of blinding brightness,
And I feel cold and dark and wet in bed.
And as the sun sets over my enthusiasm,
I become a dead man, ugly like a corpse,
Wandering through a desert like a demon,
Hot and sweaty, dripping with brackish remorse.
No longer making camp in the shifting grains,
I’m climbing mountains of sand to become free,
Searching for rest, yearning to shade the pain,
I’m nearing my breaking point, nearing the peak.
And as the sun sets on my old life
A new day begins and I see the sky.


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A Good Mother

A good mother is hard to find;
She is like a life preserver
In a raging sea,
Like a feast in famine.
Where is the love I was promised?
Or was I promised?
Promises like tears raining down
Slapping the ground rhythmically
Is she my mother?
Like a brick life preserver,
A death preserver.

A good mother is hard to find,
But you are like a love preserver
In a raging world,
My feast in famine.
Where is the love I was promised?
Do you have it?
Love falls from your heart like rain
Absorbing into the hardened concrete of my soul
You are my real mother!
My life preserver,
My love preserver.


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Don't Go There

God bless the heartless
As they cloak themselves in darkness
For their souls
Are empty
Like rotting corpses
Their hearts not beating anymore
Their hearts decay
As they descend into the grave.
“Don’t go there!”

No longer does the corpse cry out for help.
He doesn’t care.
If you try to help him,
If you dig up his grave,
He will only be a stinker.
“Don’t go there!”

Though he is dead,
He will rebuff you
Fighting harder than any immortal being could;
If you try to talk to him,
He will not answer.
Except to say:
“Don’t go there!”


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Parade

All are mummers
In a mummers parade
Floating through The Fall
Of ticker-tape.

Marching in line
Ready for inspection,
It’s a demonstration, but for whom?
Is the pirate krewe
The motorcade we follow?
The lawless ones
Who float to war so quickly.

What holiday are we celebrating?
Whose color do we guard?
And on whose stage
Are we riding?
Who is the twirler of that hallowed baton?
Does he approve our callithump?
For the wedding of the Nephilim root,
The iron and clay?
Is he a potter or a smelter of iron?

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