Seems I only behave when in the beam of god's gaze; in the strobe of his blinking there's a lot of hell I raise Temptation is a constant but it's an apple if you want it and any fox knows low hanging fruit will taunt it There's big brother, and then big father sometimes he doesn't bother to spy, for he knows free will is just swine fodder Man procreates with glee fattening its soul with carnality He hath preparest us a heavenly meat hook on high where our souls might dangle free Christ taught us to feed on his flesh It's the lesson we should've learnt best He showed us self surrender for deities are quite ravenous WE are the salt of the Earth veal right from birth that vigilant shepherd standing near measuring our sins, eyeing our girth.
Soul Food

The Truth is a Noose

electric evangelist
sending paper airplanes on sparks and wires you’re on the same side of a different coin a flip that gravity claims you call heads as it thuds in the mud slung fat jackal irrational practical you should try to have the unshakable faith of a paranoid hypochondriac and the tongue of Jack Kerouac you fidget with the truth if you ever knew it yeah, you blew it your charisma ecstatic static burns down chapels makes man wanna eat the apple your plague of fumes they fucking arc art paints your christ with a trademark but you send the charge that flashes blind the corroding terminals of all mankind lied and what a shock nobody waits nobody rises no body waves like the starr’ed flag in the sky we commune in grounded gavels electric evangelist please arise.

The Biggest Bang
What hot mass weighs on your heavy soul?
Does it burn clear through to the bottom
and free fall into that limbo-like stratosphere
where your heart hovers?
With a searing clinch
let me melt my hands
leaving, not finger prints,
but my touch, a gift of burnt skin
fused to your fiery surface.
I will trace my obscene confession in the sky
with blood and fire
and when next we meet,
our fervent union will become a blazing star
illuminating all the heavens
and we will detonate with such a thunderous blast
that a new era will dawn.

The Clock Struck 2
everything is different than what you know from the last time
because the clock has chimed
it’s erased, replaced
somehow effaced
a gray blob in the heart of everyman getting thicker
it cuts quicker
thin-skinned
a mysterious trend
prodding wonder, inexplicable, unanswerable damnation
god-forsaken, fucking taken
alien invasion
Cold, quiet, pit, icy despair
no, just not fair
but there it is
tick
tick
BOOM
gone too soon
grab yer bottle and follow me to the tomb
sigh and sit
cry and shit,
doesn’t make sense, does it?
along the same incision… okay gash
another account rehash ash ash
stupid echo silence sobs
train-wreck moms
the blob barely throbs
and we wonder what we did wrong
we can lean on each other, like switch-stick huts
barely up and mostly numb
and weather this bastard storm
and for what?
It’s bad art, Lord, those boys
strewn out like Christmas lights on mangled metal
Would YOU settle
for an answer
that answers nothing at all?

How many have sinned, how big is the prison?

Fruits of love


The exorcism


The choir of balance

God’s Grace has Sexy Legs

On Core

Repitition

Ode to the murderous pastor

Afterlife Jailbreak
I cracked the code
wonder if god knows
i split the clouds
to descend back to jail
Like a bird
i soar down
like a feather
down
down
down
perfection is loving life…
accepting imperfection
turning down a gift
in humility
like a deity, I came back
i found my peace
my mind is my holy home
ideas, ideals, and wishes
make such a comforting great beyond
within my reach
and better than the perceived reality
so many promised

The Making of an Angel

Rapture


Euphoria
The aura of euphoria
Has moved me to my death.
I smell the scent of heaven
As I draw each struggling breath.
So displaced, so distraught
The angels bound my arms.
They hold my soul for ransom,
Yet hinder me from harm.
Keeping me in vacuity,
Waiting for His words.
Such torment in expecting wrath
Euphoria gets so blurred.

Dawn’s Horizon

The Apple of my Eye


Divine
He listens to the whispers
And murmurs in the dark
He tickles the unfortunate
With heaven’s pearly gate.
He sentences the selfish
And leaves them there to rot
He pages the unlucky
To wallow in his sun.
He breathes across the country
Or shakes his angry fist
Or pisses in the middles
To punish pious hypocrites.
