For All Those Still In Bondage

Behind the eye,
Many a thing lies,
The sort of things,
That cause a sting.

It’s dark in here,
But even so,
It’s plain to see,
The savage show.

Images,
Views,
And opinions,
Concepts,
Ideas,
And convictions.

Running around,
Unable to rest,
Demons trying their best,
To ruin what’s left.

It’s a crazy thing,
But from time to time,
Light gets let in,
And infiltrates the dim.

For awhile there,
Are carefree thoughts,
Contentment reigns,
‘Til back in floods pain.

This brain travels,
A rocky road,
Conflicting thoughts,
Cause a spray of gravel.

There are no brakes,
Which makes for a headache,
The only way to force stop,
Is to paint a fantasy backdrop.

To play pretend,
In a fucked-up head,
Make believe so well,
That the devilry mends.

It May Sound Crazy, But That’s My Life!

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I woke with a start,
And after some thought,
Realized one part may be from God,
Not that other who’s a fraud,
For I felt some peace,
And I know it was His voice.
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Getting in the car,
I heard screams and shouts,
That had me floored,
From a crowd that had gathered,
Outside my doors,
“Tornado! Tornado”!
But what could I do?
After all,
It was not off very far!

A glance around,
Showed it was indeed right there,
Almost right in my hair!
It was five large swirls,
In a big big circle,
Hurtling straight at me,
Leaving no way to get free.

Suddenly,
I was in the back seat,
And sent a prayer straight up,
Which He answered,
Without missing a beat.

Within a few seconds,
I heard His voice saying,
To lay down and not worry,
‘Cuz He’s got it,
Which is just what I did,
I lay on the floor and hid.

Not long thereafter,
The car was picked up,
But there was no whirling and twirling,
No bumping and bruising,
And I know it sounds mental,
But even the descent was gentle.

Sitting up,
I looked all around,
People were everywhere,
But as I got out,
It was too calm,
I didn’t hear a sound.

Looking up and down,
For anything,
Something strange occurred,
The scene across the road morphed,
From a barren brown lot,
To inside a salon,
That I had long ago forgot.

Who was she?
That familiar face,
She fixed me with a stare,
As her stylist turned her chair.

Soon she spoke,
Her gaze still a fixed stare,
As was mine,
She said how she’s been trying to find me,
And asked for my number,
Which turned my stare to a glare.

I remember thinking,
Is that Miss Alex’s mom?
And then I woke,
With a jump and a blink.

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Quickly,
I wrote it down,
And as answers came to me,
I contemplated with a frown.
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A familiar spirit was sent,
To me in a dream,
To get what the witch could not,
In her real-life plot.

It was not Miss Alex’s mom,
Whose face she used,
But a lady called Loretta,
To aid in her vendetta.

And God was there to warn,
She was sending a storm,
But He is in control,
So just let it roll.

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Well back to sleep I fell,
And oh, the hell!
Another dream was sent,
That required rebuking,
A Spirit trying,
To re-establish a contract,
That he’s never gonna get back!
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Sorry, Satan!
But I’m not yours,
And I won’t be his,
Whoever is this demon,
You want me to reconcile with,
It’s over and done,
I’ve already been won,
By both God and who He says,
Is ‘the one’!

That Shit Won’t Fly Around Here

Witches and wizards,
Gather ’round,
You’re going down.

The blood was shed,
And it won’t be wasted,
We’re here with a purpose-
To see evil dead.

The horror and gore,
We abhor,
And it’s gotta go,
In Jesus’ name,
For our God is more,
Thank just folklore.

Your spells are blocked,
And your cords are cut,
Your books are burning,
But luck is with you,
It’s modern times,
So you get to avoid,
The shower of rock.

Caught –
You’ll have to throw in the towel,
On tonight’s assignment,
Go tell your boss,
You’ve failed at this prowl.

With our praise and worship,
And the sword of the Spirit,
We’re ushering Heaven down,
Feel Him fill this room,
Overtaking your charms and brooms.

Crushed are your carvings,
Broken are your bones,
Torn are your tarots,
And cracked are your crystals,
This party is over,
With the win going to the savior.

I Don’t Even Like The Ocean But Whatever

I saw a river rage,
Right into the sea,
Then radiate,
Serenity.

My soul was calmed,
As if it had,
Just read a Psalm,
I went from mad to glad,
In two-point-two.

That salty air,
Found only there,
It seemed to care,
It took from my mouth,
The unholy swear,
And from my eyes,
The unseemly glare.

Loud motors roared,
From racing boats,
And the water then,
It seemed to gloat,
“Aren’t I just,
So powerful?
Like a cat-5 gust,
Give me an hour,
And your heart will be full,
And about to bust”.

“Full,
Instead of hollow,
You’ll gain sweetness and love,
Instead of being shallow”.

Oh, that hits!
Hits me square in the heart,
It left its mark,
And how it smarts!

Now here it is,
After dark,
I pace up and down,
And though it’s took all day,
I’ve lost the frown.

I hear waves lapping,
At the shore,
And I feel a dark power,
Walk away,
Forever more.

It’s replaced with a light,
That’s come to me this night,
My head feels hazy,
And I bet it sounds crazy,
But I’ve got back my might,
And stand ready to fight.

(I Couldn’t Have) ……….But He Could And He Did

If it were me,
I would have fled,
Before a single,
Drop was shed.

The power was there,
To disappear,
But that guy doesn’t get scared,
So it didn’t take long,
Before he was,
Beyond repair.

If it were me,
None of us would be free,
No way would I,
Have born such misery.

Dripping blood,
And crunching bones,
Torn up flesh,
By whips and stones,
Degrading and shaming,
In inhumane tones.

If it were me,
I’d have run back home,
And left the world,
To die without,
A chance to atone.

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So He was dead,
And had a tomb,
Instead of a bed,
Some people cried,
When he died,
Then almost had,
A heart attack,
When He shocked them all,
By coming back.

A super-sized stone,
Was rolled away,
‘Til again He saw,
The light of day,
And with that for us,
All debts accrued,
By sin got paid.

Help Them Holy Ghost / It Is Written

Looking around,
Is a scary sight,
For the majority,
Haven’t even heard,
There’s a fight.

Head in the clouds,
Not even hearing them,
I know they’re loud,
But I’m thinking about the many,
Whose souls will never soar,
Above the clouds.

Isn’t it terrible?
You’d think they’d care,
But they haven’t any idea,
That they gotta go SOMEWHERE……….

They’re like, oblivious,
That they’re Satan’s servants,
And it’s aggravating,
That telling them,
Makes for lots of hating.

They think life’s all about,
The here and now,
Not seeing much beyond,
Today and tomorrow,
Not knowing how this,
Will soon bring eternal sorrow.

They speak,
I cannot stand it,
Each little comment,
Tells me secrets,
Little tell-alls,
Understood by only a few,
Who walk in the supernatural.

Plaguing demons,
Apparent in everything,
They do and say,
Still they ignore the truth,
To find their own way,
As my spirit’s discerning,
I picture them burning.

It pierces like an arrow,
The realization,
That the way truly is narrow,
And it’s dreadful,
But most won’t ever find it.

Freed From False Friends

Wow, has it been that long?
Wow, how time does fly,
Would I go back if I could?
Nope, I wouldn’t……….
Not me, not I.

Happiness it was not,
Just a false front,
A sham,
One that ought be broken down,
By a battering ram.

Thinking they are,
High and mighty,
They fly flags of disgrace,
It is a most,
Ungodly place.

Full of fools,
And laden with liars,
Tongues continuously wag,
Making it blaze,
With figurative fires.

Oh, the many memories!
But I guess the new fruits here,
Are ripening fast,
Because what was once matchless,
Now has me aghast.

Ran by agents,
Sent from Satan,
It’s by no means a place,
For a Child Of The King,
To show their face.

A sickening sight,
It was to see,
And I’m glad the place,
Is no longer,
Graced by me.

Dear Lucifer

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World,
You should see,
What this guy tried,
The last time he lied!
Yeah it looked so pretty,
But it didn’t take long,
Before I saw right through it,
As my brain’s not that itty-bitty.

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Your tricks,
Are not gonna happen,
Your lies,
Won’t be taking hold,
I’m not that slow,
I know at the end of that road,
There isn’t really,
A pot of gold.

Get off this ladder,
That is my life,
I won’t be giving you access,
To another rung,
It’s time you step down,
You don’t even have a crown.

It’s not too hard to hide,
From your sorry hide,
You’re not omnipresent,
And to get anything done,
You’ve got to possess,
All the undecent,
In my presence.

Such a sorry,
Piece of shit,
Forever damned,
To be cast,
Into the pit,
You’re just pissed,
Because you’ve no way,
Out of it.

You’d better sharpen your skills,
‘Cuz the war is on,
And I’m not easily killed,
Remember now that proverb,
That a curse without a cause,
Cannot land,
And just so you know,
A hex on me,
Is a waste,
So you may as well,
Call off your lackey post-haste.

You’re not too bright,
You’ve had great moments,
And been brought to great heights,
You’re climbing higher still,
But you know how it ends,
At the final fight,
Your little kingdom,
Is gonna fail,
It gets exposed,
A little more each day,
As we get closer to,
The time you will pay.

Narrow Is The Way

You’re on the narrow path,
Be proud of it,
It’s the hardest way,
And few there be that find it.

It’s a rough street to travel,
And you mustn’t deviate,
Or your life will end,
At the entrance to,
The wrong gate.

Pearls and gold,
Beat out torture and fire,
So I wouldn’t purposely provoke,
The Lord’s ire.

You’ll be the outcast,
Be expecting that,
But no worries,
Though they can’t see it,
You already have them outclassed.

You’ll lose the ones,
On which you thought you could depend,
Be expecting that,
But don’t pretend,
Just to have them call you friend,
Keep in mind,
That what you stand for,
Will be worth it in the end.

You’ll be called boring,
Though your days,
Are full to overflowing,
Be expecting that,
And be glad your brain,
Isn’t like theirs….. slow-going.

Easter, Taken Seriously

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A long, long time ago,
A man-child was born,
Until he died,
Just a few decades later,
Crucified,
His head adorned,
With the crown of thorns.

But he was only dead,
For three short days,
He came to be,
Alive again,
And now to this day,
For the saved’s sins he pays.
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Free?
Free is for me!
That’s what they all say,
Until it comes to the deed,
That happened that day,
At Mount Calvary.

Then instantly,
It’s question this,
And argue that,
I’ve never seen such hesitancy,
For something completely free.

It’s uncanny,
Weird indeed,
This requirement of proof,
People need to concede,
That this ordeal,
Happened for real.

So disgraceful,
And undisputably unacceptable,
Misunderstanding this day,
As meant for that rabbit,
Rather than this lamb,
Will see you damned.

Oh the chicks are cute,
But can they give you,
A new life to boot?
Who doesn’t like a beautiful basket,
Full to overflowing with chocolate?
But will it get you,
Life beyond the casket?

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Think, think, think!
Life isn’t short,
Truth be told,
It’s very long,
Not gone in a blink,
Like you’ve been programmed to think,
But it’s lived mostly,
On the other side of the veil,
Spent in Heaven,
If here on Earth,
We prevail.

Going once,
Going twice,
Salvation is nice,
Won’t you accept it tonight?
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