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Redefine my Mind

I don’t believe in God, but

someone’s out to get me

Some omnipresent menace,

some sinister Kaiser Soze

and if everything I’m doing

is for the Human race,

some pale bipedal mammalians

lost in time and lost in space,

maybe I can strike a deal

with this Devil of a being

and let this diabolic demon

give my life some meaning.

Here I’m sitting thinking

on the third rock from the sun

while the world is slowly sinking

into

Oblivion


I’m Listening

I spoke with God today,

Out in the Ocean off of Brigantine New Jersey specifically,

near the south jetty.

God said storm clouds

and sheets of rain,

Whipping West winds and swells high as trees.

God said seagulls hung in the slate-gray sky

like kites over the Ocean

And blasts of arctic spray on my back,

and the Taste

of salt in my mouth.

I said tears and hoots

wordless howls and hollers.

I laughed and coughed up lungfulls of that batismal water

and let those winds rip through my salt-stiff hair.

I gave my body to the water

To God

I let it throw me and bury me

envelope me

Destroy me, if that was what God desired.

Yet God said a wet Marco stumbling out onto the beach,

smiling like a lunatic.

God happened to be eating at the same pinelands barbecue pit as I,

for I saw God in the faces of old wrinkled laughing African-American men and women,

and in the children playing in the sandy parking lot

among the pine cones and dried needles.

I saw God again that night, in the light of the setting sun

reflecting off of the sign for Route 40

and in the fireworks in the summer night

Exploding over the Pine Barrens

and in a flipped over Jeep on the side of the road,

flaming and spitting out smoke.

It’s been some kind of day


Storm-Breaker

Storm-Breaker sits

amidst changing lands

Cold gray hands

of Sea-wind and sands

Pass through his hair

and Tear over his fair

Dense, stoic face

In changing Landscape

he remains in place

Mountains fall around him

and dungeons of icy water

seal Shut,

never to be reopened

lost in

Swimming emotions and

the gray of the Ocean’s

perpetual motion

The Storm-Breaker sits

Atop foam-crested throne

He goes alone

in His Ocean home

To meet with Fate

Titanic

Atlantic

hills

rolls, crests, spills

and his head fills

with the notion

that within this Ocean

there is no Law

and there is no God

But the waves and the wind

and he thinks with a grin,

This

is my

Kingdom.


Some Might Say (180 degrees continuation)

180 degrees can change my life

as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife

should i turn around and end it now?

or continue this life beneath this frown?

Well, some say yes

and some say no,

but I’m here to tell you

it doesn’t matter which way you go.

‘Cause you all end up

in the same place,

in the same time,

face to face with the thing

you may deem divine.

And that’s God.

God is the magical one,

the mysterious one,

the one that may seem to be having

all the fun.

He’s playing with the puppets,

and you’re the one

that’s doing his wishes

and not having fun.

But I’m not here to tell you

what’s false and what’s true,

I’m here to tell you that

you decide what you do.

I’m not here to tell you

what’s right and what’s wrong

I’m here to tell you that

you do belong.

Even though you’re self-esteem

may be gone.


Yes God?

If you look to God,

you might see,

there’s a plan for you

and a plan for me.

but for me and you

and you and me

who does he want?

what can we be?


Untitled

an eternity has

gone by

and

i

have died


Helping Hand

If you see me,

crying in the dark

don’t ask me where I’m from,

don’t ask me where I’ve been,

Just let me in.

If you see me,

begging on my knees

yelling “please, God, please”

with no answers to my pleas,

Just let me in.

Everyone has

some troubles in life.

Everyone has

some grief and strife.

Sometimes we need

a helping hand,

to bring us up

and help us stand.


Is God for me?

God

What is God

Is God enough to save a soul

Damned to hell

Is God love

Is God the night sky

Or the dull light of dawn

As days go past

And time grows old

Does God sit upon a golden throne

Is God for everyone

Is God for me

I don’t think so

So don’t try to make me believe


A Prayer For Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve when eyelids sink and Head does Nod, I look out my window to Behold my God, On quiet Night, beneath Perfect Sky, Is time to remember Those who cry,  And send out a Prayer for those Victims of Injustice and what is not ‘Fair’, those without a family With which this Night to Share, Let them know they are not Forgotten On Eve of Day ere Christ’s begotten. Those who suffer Mental illness or battle the demons of addiction and those infirmed with physical ailment or affliction give tender love and care and do not let their hearts despair, and to those who live where danger Fear and Violence reign, ease their sorrows, Woes and pain, this Christmas Eve remember those who had to leave and go up to that quiet sky, rejoice in those who live in memory of those who die, and let those who are Invisible be seen, to highest thrones lift them from shameful slums unclean, As I drift off to sleep, these secret hopes my Heart will keep this Christmas Eve I pray, let all the World behold

A glorious Christmas Day


Havoc

Down Desert Road,

Beneath hot scorching sun,

Dusty air fills rasping lungs

Eyes squinted against bright, bleached sand

In naked, ruined, forgotten land

Empty streets where Hope is vacant

and even forgiving God has forsaken

Where a child is hidden in a

Dark lightless basement

while white women sleep

In a plush white bed so sweet

When fires burn in godless streets

and Wild Men scream at a night with no stars

from bullet-ridden frames of skeletal cars

Murdering, raping, consuming

with Hearts unmoving

The remnants of a once proud people

now Broken and lost

to the Hideous costs

of greed and becoming Rapacious

once pious now Faithless,

In Hellish wastes

materialistic Visions of a white races

Still burning Hatreds

In Forgotten land

Where even now

In empty dream

A sinner screams

out to the Sky

for Punishment but receives none

But the Shit in his own Mind

then tell me who the Fuck really won?

When murderers fall to knees

and from bleeding Lips

come crying Pleas

and spilling Hallelujah

To the only thing they can still

Pretend they believe in

And Violently

Wretchedly

he slumps down to the dirt

In a tearless

Empty

Lifeless cry

and all the World

could not care

Why


Teeth

In the shade of Night when you are all alone Nobody is there And you wimper and moan And the Devil calls No sound escapes when you try to scream When you close your eyes tight And squeeze your hands in prayer To God that isn’t there When you’re in the Dark and there is No light In the shade of Night When you are scared In the Blackness all around you, there are Ugly Razor Murder teeth and lidless eyes that never sleep and Satan is there Trembling Nightmare Absolute horror Just close eyes tight and wait

All because of Hate


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