Happy Solstice Bitchez (Poem)

Happy Solstice everybody Hope you got your Easter bunnies I hope you woke up feeling sure that life is all about getting more I hope you ate your jelly beans Picked through your baskets full of things The things you’ll proLLy throw away But hey, its for the holiday I hope you got dressed up for more To go out and have yourself a time And maybe you’ll passbye at your Church So they can tell you how much you’re worth

Trash the Earth Day (Poem)

It’s the day after Xmas Time to throw out your crap All your boxes and wrappings and dining room scraps Oh what a holiday X marks the spot with a question mark… You cut down that tree Dragged it in your house Odorned it with glee Watched it die on out Now it’s time to face facts Cuz it’s the end of days There is no better definition of idolatry Look it up It’s in the Books But you should know cuz you’re nothing but a gang of crooks You stole from God Now it’s time to pay Every imposter will get eXacted by The WAY

Moment of Silence (Poem)

Can you spare a moment of silence? On this deceptively blasphemous day As you carry on in merriment amidst a world of suffering A day to observe the alleged birth of our Lord Matter fact, the birth of The WORD The WORD that has neither feet nor hands nay is a part of this world The WORD of the secret WAY things are The WAY neither seen nor heard The WAY of the winds and the waters and dirt And the fire that cleanses the Earth What do gifts have to do with the way things are? What does greed have to do with God? Who are you to say who is naughty or nice? Who can stand err the Mighty ROD? Turn your laughter into tears And your joy into sorrow And pour out your lecherous cup Neither you nor I nor the kings of the world can rival the God of Love You reap what you sow And you’ll get what you earn In the coming of our vengeful King So do as you will All bets you cant even spare A moment of silence for the still sick and suffering

Trial by Haze (Poem)

Something’s wrong I feel it in every ounce of my flesh It’s in the way things are The way they’re not supposed to be It’s in the way people look at me Lie and try to defy my right to fly But it’s not a right It’s the way Angels don’t have wings so they can skulk around in chains Every eve has its dawn And every dawn lights the way And every way is subject to trial by haze

What iSreAL? (Poem)

Gaze into the waters of the divine spirit Seek and you will find what iSreAL All that is forged is a mockery And all who mock are death in the wind What make one think they are worthy? Worth more than the life they take? When the life they take is what keeps them alive And the life they build is fake An illusion that won’t last forever Unless forever lasts til our downfall The collapse of ALL the Godless ways In the war against what iSreAL

Nightmare on Hell Street (Poem)

As tempests thrash in a distance too close to be acting loose Zion cries out Writhing in pain A woman giving birth to a child Do you hear Lady Wisdom calling? Can you hear Madame Insight raising her voice? She’s taken her stand in the heart of the city At the busiest intersection in the throngs of Times Square Where the numbers are highest She sets up her soapbox

No Seige Unpunished (Poem)

Sometimes When I have nothing better to do I bug out on life I think of how rEtArdEd the world is And imagine all the things I’d do if I had the chance Like… Delve deep into the Scriptures to gather the hidden gem So I can hark the good news of Kingdom Come And release the gates within Then start a revolution

The Sapphire and the Snakes (Parable)

Once upon a time, there was a fierce tribe of poets who reigned the hills of foresight with the fire in their words. The hills were surrounded by snakes who secretly wanted to be like the poets, but the snakes were too imbecillic so they decided to take the poets words as their own.

Take it How You want It (Poem)

I say what I say And you can take it how you want it I’m not oblidged to try to change your mind I don’t need to answer your questions Or react to your antics Or partipate in your boorish mind games If you can’t understand what I’m saying Then I’m not talking to you I don’t explain myself And I don’t pander to tools

The Curse to Come (Poem)

Something’s coming in the air alright But it ain’t some typa hippie lookin fairy on a cloud It’s the stench of pile up in an open grave that looks more like a garbage dump Full of bodies that no one can claim Cuz the claimants got hit with the curse just the same No force Not truth, not reason Not even punishment from the mighty rod is able to knock sense into the recesses of the powerless netherworld