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 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 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.
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.
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?
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
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
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
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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