Bread Basket

Bread Basket                     5/16/2018

Like dropping bread crumbs

Along our path

The tiniest morsels of truth

Out of the mouths of prophets

Come the words of God. 

I was born asleep

But I woke up in stages

A little more each day

The long way around. 

But it is a far better thing

To love and to lose

Than it is to stay asleep

Safe inside a shell. 

It is not about the suffering

Because even that is temporary

But rather about opportunity

And what you make it. 

Fear is the only thing

That keeps us in the dark

As we cling to the shadows

Familiar and safe. 

But as with all things

Stretching out has its risks

But even then

Most of it

Is in our head. 

Evil wants us afraid

And evil wants us blind

Unable to see

And unable to grow. 

It is all out there

Both the good

And the evil

But only for the seekers

Bold enough to know. 

Bit by bit

And grain by grain

We gobble them up

Food for the soul. 

Search it

And seek it

Unceasingly

And unafraid.

The glorious truth

Like water from a rock

Life to the good

But a terror

To the damned. 

Three of Five

Three of Five     5/10/2018

Useless, Worthless

And tossed in the trash

With a mouthful of blood

And covered with ash. 

Why do we lick our wounds?

Over and over again

Just because we can

And keep it always bleeding. 

Picking at a scab

That never seems to heal

Another badge of  mortality

And human frailty. 

I feel it all

As I look back in anger

Over my shoulder

Down and away. 

Balefully putting on my armor

Piece by piece

Dead level determined

Come what may. 

I was humbled

And I was rejected

Publically humiliated

Every chance they had. 

But now it is over

And now the cost is clear

Free from the bondage

Of guilt and regret. 

Staring down

Head up and straight

No longer afraid

Of what I cannot see. 

Let them all waste

And let them all die

Flailing in their emptiness

And blind to the end. 

Just like the three monkeys

Sitting in a row

Dumb, blind, deaf

Deadwood and down. 

Out of the woods

And out of the valley

Free form the shadows

Dark and deathly. 

Their time will come

Surely as I breathe

So now I laugh

Even before

I see or know. 

Thanking God

For plucking me out

And bringing me home

Where all is authentic

And all is real. 

To be there

At the foot of the throne

Eye ablaze

At judgment

Solid, swift, and sure. 

Alphabet

Alphabet                                           5/1/2018

We grind forward

Inch by inch

Slow and agonizing

Like dragging metal

Up a concrete hill.

Sweating under the sun

And groaning under the weight

Straining as we pull

Obligation and debt. 

Bread and stone

Milling down

Finer and finer

Slow and sure

Blood and bone.

Eleven hours

And seventeen letters

Minute by minute

Closer and closer.

The hidden revealed

For all who can see

The centuries of death

Gone in a day.

The harvest has come

So now let us eat

The fruit of the trees

That we have grown. 

Ripened with time

We see and we know

All that is

And all that was. 

Now more than ever

The brave will speak

Head up

And dead level. 

Telephonic

Burner Phone                    4/26/2018

Any day
And any hour
All of the hidden
Exposed at last. 

They thought
They were untouchable
And they thought
They couldn't lose.  

The powerful
And the important
The arrogant
And the damned. 

Soulless, empty,
And rotten to the core
Anything to win
And anything to prove. 

Gloating over death
And walking over bodies
The remorseless murderers
And corrupted thieves. 

Meeting in secret
In the service of satan
The powerful few
With contempt for the many. 

It is you
And it is I
The ones they hate
And wish us dead. 

Only as valuable
As our money can give
The guilty plunderers
Of nations and men. 

The age old
Ursuper
They same now
As it was then. 

Dripping form the mouth
They lust to kill us all
But first we must be defenseless
And that is what they demand.

How many have died
Voiceless in a heap
Mowed down in a ditch
Unheard and undefended. 

Raped, bludgeoned,
Starved, and burned
The ashes of a century
They want us to forget. 

Ugly are the fools
Who parrot the hate
Modern day bolshevicks
Dripping with blood. 

Expose them all
And let none of them escape
Burning with hatred
For you and for me.

Cut Out

Cut out                       4/25/2018

Old dreams
Die the hardest
All to familiar
And etched on the brain.

Coded into our DNA
The longing for eternity
And the paradise
We once knew. 

Fallen far below
We climb over each other
At war with ourselves
And slaughtered like sheep. 

Asleep and unaware
We are herded off a cliff
Lied to every day
In every method
And every way. 

Monetized
And traded
Tracked and digitized
We exist
Only for their pleasure.

Indoctrinated
and inoculated
We do as we are told
Ever more restricted
And ever more deluded. 

It is no accident
The horrible carnage
We see
The created crises
And predictable cures.

Some saw it coming
And some tried to speak
Silenced in time
And dead to the world. 

Let them all be smashed
And let the word go forth
All who were good
And all who were evil.

Exposed at last
In the trap
That they laid
Condemned by the lie
That they themselves
Hath made. 

Rune Sword

Rune Sword              4/24/2018

I found a sword
At standing stone
Rusted, crusted
And left in the rain.

Scrubbed, scoured
Oiled and cleaned
I wedged it behind a bookcase
Idle and ready. 

I added a gilded cross
and I wrote down the date
Sacred to thyself
By chance and memory.

Only God
Knows the reason
And only God
Knows my heart. 

He who knew me
Long before I was
The one single thing
Against the odds of eternity. 

God alone
Keeps me afloat
And God alone
Gives me bread. 

With eyes to see
And a mind to ask
I see the world
Shudder and groan.

Under the weight
And under the gun
The evil hearts of men
Corrupt to the core.

Unimagineable the horror
And unspeakable the acts
Unnatural, evil
Satanic and dead.

Let it all come out
The truth like the sun
Cutting deep
And cutting through.