Not Quite Utter Nonsense

That cow jumped over the moon?
Cool,
But this one here,
Leaps over a lagoon.

One natural barrier,
To the other,
She’s done it so often,
It’s created a crater.

In her mind,
There’s a monster behind,
And so she makes her way,
To the other side.

But then,
Oh! Ah!
The thing has not gone far!
So it’s back to the opposite shore.

Back and forth she goes,
‘Cuz that thing’s so chilling,
Though unseen,
It’s crippling,
The way it’s nasty and mean.

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The best place to start,
Has always been at the beginning,
It tends to keep,
The mind from spinning,
Which makes a mixed-up feeling.

So here we go,
It’s time to let you know,
What started this cow,
Living such a shit-show.

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A few miles out,
From the mainland,
Is a tiny island,
Where there’s a circus,
Aboard a boat,
That doesn’t float.

It sits on the ground,
Where people come,
From miles around,
Just to hear the sounds,
And see the sights,
Of animals trained in tricks,
And walking proud.

As part of the show,
A cow bows low,
Then gets in a watercraft,
And begins to row.

One day a little baby cow,
Which the ringmaster,
Had recently acquired,
Was told that her training time,
Was starting now.

“Fuck this”!
Thought she,
“From this horror show,
I must flee”!

And so she thought right quick,
Of an escape,
“Because why”,
Said she to herself,
“Should my life be a disaster,
To please that stubby and pudgy,
Unpleasant ringmaster”?

“I wanna be petted and spoiled,
Fed and groomed well,
By someone who’s loyal,
And give chocolate milk,
For royals to drink”.

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Soon she put,
The wheels in motion,
And managed quite nicely,
To find her freedom,
By taking a swim,
In the ocean.

She headed towards,
A neighboring isle,
Off in the distance,
A couple of miles.

She thought it seemed,
Small and secluded,
But upon her landing,
It was large and prosperous,
Having vast fields,
Of open grass.

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Now this missing animal,
Caused the ringmaster,
To see red,
When he noticed her absence,
Soon after rising,
From his bed.

So being the type,
Of man he was,
He made a rash decision,
And called in on,
The local magician.

Then these two malicious men,
Wrote a revolting charm,
On a piece of paper,
With a magic pen,
And together repeated it thrice,
At the count of ten.

Now there’s a terrible tormentor,
Attached to her,
Causing this bizarre behavior,
But she’s about to get deliverance,
Following a coming,
Supernatural occurrence.

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For warring angels,
Are headed that way,
They’ve been waiting all day,
For nightfall,
So they can end this,
Once and for all.

Now it’s dusk,
About the time,
The little cow,
Usually loses her mind,
And these angels surround the lagoon,
Singing one of,
Heaven’s own tunes.

Before very long,
Here she comes,
And the demon,
Along for the ride,
Is sure as shit,
About to feel,
A change in the tide.

As usual,
She’s wild-eyed and prancing,
Because of that thing,
So menacing,
Then all of a sudden,
She’s stopping cold,
And her eyes don’t roll,
Due to the invisible aid,
Of the angelic barricade.

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And that was the last time,
That devilish creature,
Got her goat,
And overtook her.

It’s said total deliverance,
Can come from a song,
And apparently,
That’s not wrong.

Plot Twist!

Wait,
I thought it was set in stone?
Sewn up tighter than a drum?
…..But now this has come!

In truth,
Something from the situation,
Has always been a little aggravating,
Though a finger couldn’t ever,
Quite be put on it,
What can I say,
It’s always also,
Been plain as day,
And a subject for which I pray.

Now arrives this curveball,
Thrown at me from nowhere,
So unexpected,
But not actually a problem,
And I assure you,
If it’s the answer,
It won’t get rejected.

This can only go,
One of two ways,
And I’m counting the days,
‘Til this is the past,
And good for a few laughs.

Such a delicate decision,
With two top-notch choices,
But only one can win,
And so an invisible,
Battle begins.

To be sure,
Not one knows,
What’s going on,
But me and the,
Almighty God.

With a war in the spirit,
And only one truly right answer,
Letting Him provide it,
Prevents the choice,
From being a cancer.

Soon the solid rock will surface,
None will be winners,
But none will be losers,
His holy will will win,
And forever after,
The life He intends,
Will endure to the end.

Envision Something Sensational (It’s Not About Coffee)

Caffeine dream,
You’re being hunted,
Caffeine dream,
You’re being pursued.

Caffeine so warming and awakening,
Perfect following a dream,
Where time was spent,
Away vacationing.

Caffeine dream,
You’re needed now,
Caffeine dream,
The only word for you is wow.

Caffeine is addicting,
And the dream you are,
Is a happy place,
An amazing grace.

Caffeine dream,
You’re in high demand,
Caffeine dream,
With you I stand.

Caffeine courses through veins,
Like a shooting star,
And in a dream you can swing,
From that star by a string.

Caffeine dream,
You’re an essential,
Caffeine dream,
You’re needed for survival.

Caffeine gives off energy,
And when it’s been spent,
That gives way to a dream,
Soothing and serene.

Caffeine dream,
You’re everything,
Caffeine dream,
Without you there’s nothing.

Caffeine lack,
Can cause a wicked withdrawal,
From which a dream can pick you up,
And fully revive you.

Caffeine dream,
You’re found now,
Caffeine dream,
You’ll be retained somehow.

Read Between The Lines

Climb up,
Into the tallest tree,
And you still can’t see,
To the future,
And what’s meant to be.

Dig a hole,
‘Til you reach,
The devil’s home,
And you still can’t bury,
The burdens you carry.

Run a million miles,
And you still can’t shed,
All that weight,
Not put on,
By a fork and plate.

Hold on tight,
With all your might,
And you still can’t grip,
What’s sneaking behind,
To make you trip.

Scream so loud,
You convene a crowd,
And you still won’t be heard,
By the absurd.

Chase it,
Focused with tunnel vision,
Win yourself scores of wars,
And you still won’t ever be able,
To really call it yours.

Kick it out of your path,
Give it your toughest whack,
And you still won’t have cleared your way,
Of all the rubble,
Sent for your delay.

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Fight your battles,
In the spirit,
Call on the Lord,
He will surely hear it.

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The Elephant In The Room

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So the supernatural scares you?
Has you running away,
Pretending there’s not,
Going to be Hell to pay?

That’s right,
That place most will end up,
Due to sleeping,
Under Satan’s spell.

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It’s so uncomfortable,
To be asked,
“Did you hear this one,
Lost that one”?

Expected to give,
A comforting word,
To lie,
Straight to their face,
To remind them that one’s,
In a better place.

For too few,
This is true,
And only to them,
This comfort is due.

Making a fuss,
And lying thus,
To the rest of them,
Saves no one else,
From joining those condemned.

You could say,
They went to a place,
Where there’s no pain,
And they’re full of life,
Once again.

Congratulations,
Now you’ve told a lie,
And thanks to it,
Another one’ll go on believing,
Better awaits them,
When they die.

How unfortunate it is,
Another spiritual education found lacking,
Knowing nothing of things required,
To escape the lake of fire.

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Have you seen the light,
And thought what you might,
Say next time,
Rather than commit this crime?

Better to seem uncouth,
And say the truth,
Than be a liar,
And help another,
Join that loved one,
In hellfire.

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Severed Ties To Lies (Better Late Than Never)

It was freeing,
To watch them go,
Like I assumed,
But even more so.

Bye to the bitches,
Bye to the assholes,
Bye to you all,
‘Cuz I’ve regained control.

Unknowing wallowing,
Causing complete and total blinding,
Rendered unable of realizing,
The many possible alternate endings.

For a while there,
All seemed lost,
But answering the call,
Enabled the reclaiming of all.

An invisible mountain,
It blocked all else from sight,
But a few taps,
Was all it took,
To annihilate,
And change the course of fate.

To them all:
You weren’t nothing,
You weren’t shit,
Neither was I to you,
It just took a little longer than it shoulda,
For me to see through.

I’m awake now,
Wide awake,
The party is over,
And in the distance,
I spy a four-leaf-clover.

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.

The Past Year’s Warfare…..Happy Thanksgiving, Again…..

Grateful and thankful,
For spiritual growth,
And also less,
Ornery oaths.

Grateful and thankful,
For God’s supernatural works,
And also less,
Of darkness’s perks.

Grateful and thankful,
For the silvers and the golds,
And also less,
Enemies in the road.

Grateful and thankful,
For the angel’s language,
And also less,
Demonic baggage.

Grateful and thankful,
For losing that inner child,
And also less,
Of easily getting riled.

Grateful and thankful,
For going the distance,
And also less,
Listening to liar’s insistence.

Grateful and thankful,
For increased boldness,
And also less,
Being overcome by coldness.

Grateful and thankful,
For Holy Ghost encounters,
And also less,
Friendship with the doubters.

Grateful and thankful,
For keeping the faith,
And also less,
Falling for puppy-dog face.

Grateful and thankful,
For holding my own,
And also less,
Taking shit from hearts of stone.

Grateful and thankful,
For laughing out loud,
And also less,
Of letting truth be cowed.

Grateful and thankful,
For bound blessings being loosed,
And also less,
Being captive in Satan’s noose.

Words Can’t Describe…..

It isn’t the first time,
And it won’t be the last,
Yet each sting,
Is worst than ones past.

Whirlwinds,
That are absolutely,
Stomach-turning,
Are they of God or Satan?
Maybe a little of both,
Either way,
They need a punch in the throat.

Near or far,
They’re like shooting stars,
Zinging past,
Like a lightning flash,
A bright little light,
In the night,
Before they crash.

You’d never sense,
Things going south,
It just jumps you outta nowhere,
And makes you throw up a little,
In your mouth.

As I watch it unfold,
It’s reiterated-
This is why people become cold,
Cold and black-hearted,
Swearing that never will another,
Chance get started.

They’ve outfoxed me before,
Left me blubbering,
On the floor,
But not this time,
Nope,
This time,
They’ll be the ones who choke.

Tired,
Just tired of it all,
Nothing’s left,
But to buy the pony,
They’ve failed the test,
And made their beds,
Now let them lie there lonely.

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’!