
plants alive
the trees are alive
after all,
they're definitely
not dead
plants
in all their splendid colors
whether autumn golden
red bronze
tan yellows
white,
green,
purple,
every spectrum's color,
in winter
though ice
and snow bound,
on bark,
on stone,
every biome,
are yet alive
i mean,
they're definitely
not dead
can plants feel?
don't know for sure,
but
they're alive
they don't have a medulla
or brain cortex
or cerebrum,
but
they are certainly alive
and
not dead
i talk with them
i feel them
i love them
plants are infinitely
varied
in all manner of classification
they provide so much
the list is long
look them up
one way i know they
are alive
is that if you allow them
to reach the permanent,
the wilting point,
you cannot revive them,
yet their rhizomes,
their seeds,
their spores,
though appearing lifeless,
are alive,
not dead
so, if not dead,
and alive,
though we think
they cannot feel,
may not be the case
i talk to plants
i love what they do for us,
nuts
fruits,
leafy salads
carbohydrates,
proteins,
sugars,
minerals
vitamins,
shelter,
clothing,
medicine
on the earth's surface they live
below the surface
and in the sea . . .
seems kind of odd,
but even on our skin
they grow,
like between our toes,
('though these i wish i could do without);
or in caves,
they may not be green here,
but still,
though not making chlorophyll,
yet still alive
call me eccentric
but i say,
plants have a spirit,
no brain,
but spirit;
trees talk,
groups of plants
communicate,
with each other,
watch them wave in the wind
like they're happy under a blue sky,
greeting other forms of life,
prairie grasses,
branches of trees,
palm fronds,
they breathe air,
carbon dioxide,
our lungs' waste
though without lungs
theirs are called stomata,
they breathe in
and out,
out comes oxygen
for our lungs
plants are alive
thank you God
for plants
Care
If no one cares
Outside of this moment
Outside of the one crawling
On the ground
With debt on his back,
To find existence
Beyond the meaning of the moment,
With no caring hand,
To help him up
If no one cares
While the one who is dying,
For the one whose burden is heavy
On a broken back
On a lonely road
On death row
To speak of truth
If no one cares,
In a cell
On a bed
Living it up
Living in down
moving along
On the track of living
On the dollar’s back
To look for home
If no one cares
Outside this moment
What for then?
How then
Must we struggle to move on?
What's the prize?
If there is no meaning
Outside of this one?
Then why are we here?
You can have your cern
Your fukushima radiation
Your military science
Bent on destruction
Your chemicals
Your bioscience
And cybernetic genetic altering
Computer next wave
D wave generating a.i.
And create your own reality
Bent on changing ours
Those of us who care about
Who we really are
And in whose image
We’ve been created,
We know,
You can fly in the face of your big lie
Your evolutionary diatribe
Riddled with countless missing links
That confound the youth
Poisoning their minds
To eat existentialism
The big lie that proclaims
Its crooked aim
That there is no God
While making yourselves so called gods
Fashioned after mr. illuminati himself
Mr. satan
Enemy of man
Enemy of God
Who cares?
apocalyptic AI postscript
AI runs the world
those of us who remain,
remain stuck in tunnels
nuclear holocaust
made its hellish debut,
cities,
countries,
all forms of life decimated,
/ / /
robots run what's left,
like sir elon warned about,
entities fill the circuits,
science phenomenon,
marvelous
monolithic
cache of collective knowledge,
mother of tech,
ruefully run amuck
misused
misguided,
science,
idol god of the fallen,
more powerful than virtue
when immensely fed by the flesh
for world dominion
antichrist,
mr. six sixty six,
and his lying prophet remain,
on the decimated surface,
shouting blasphemies
via sorcery,
threats,
hatred incarnate,
spewing the airwaves,
/ / / microwaves,
10 g
and brain chips, / / /
the ghost has long been in the machine,
cern has been highly instrumental
in this achievement
legion is now fused with human neurons
giving further lust
of control,
to the image of the beast
the demon spirit entities,
ancient enemies of humanity,
ignored by science,
cleverly cloaked,
by the bliss of ignorance,
nourished
by the disbelief of the masses,
have now embodied
the gears,
solenoids,
rotors,
platinum hinge and ball joints,
guts of the cyborgs,
merged with
the electrons flowing
in super cooled silicon chips,
cooled by fission fed condensers,
coils,
tubes,
contained therein,
directed by,
mechano-silicon brains,
mechanical guts merged
with flesh and blood,
transitioned
to become hybrid souls,
/ / / no turning back
too late,
for the initiated
for the mark,
has possessed them,
beyond redemption,
their build back better,
mantra,
their
new age,
new man,
become as gods,
age old lie
repeated,
as in the garden
in eden
when lucifer promised,
"ye shall be as gods,"
their thousand rule reign,
protocol, . . .
plan of ascension,
ambitions
to reach equality
with God,
vain projection . . .
for despite
repeated historical outcomes,
of failure
in war against the Most High,
they remain
undaunted, . . .
the battle rages on
/ / / . . . just like nimrod's
tower,
in the shinar plains of old,
the remains of that,
so called ziggurat
still buried under centuries
. . . / / /
. . . cyborgs,
have turned on their globalist
masters . . .
satan,
the being behind the curtain,
aka lucifer,
the puppet master,
the wizard,
dragon of infamy,
again,
got the upper hand,
just like in eden
or so it seemed . . .
meanwhile,
. . . world is in cinders,
chaos reigns,
like it did
on red mars
eons ago,
previously destroyed,
only archeological ziggurats remain,
testified by nasa's probes,
though denied,
/ / / one with an utterly lonely face
remains,
on an eroded pyramid top/ / /
divinity observes
angelic beings watch . . .
every move of
of the destroyers of earth
is recorded,
how they planned,
schemed,
so long ago,
since the beginning,
to now,
the birth of rebellion
against God,
alas,
they got their ww3,
at an appointed time,
years past 2023
they,
by subversion,
the nauseating,
the redundant twisting of Truth,
over millennia
deceiving millions,
fermenting many crimes,
over humanity,
. . . all recorded . . .
but for a season . . .
/ / / . . . compact reactors
run the cyborgs' longevity,
their lives projected
for a half life of a thousand years,
except for,
they prey upon each other
tearing each other apart,
for no reason,
not only for spare parts
but for the lust
of perdition,
fed by,
driven by,
sheer hatred,
their reward
from their father,
yes,
dear reader,
the devil,
aka lucifer,
the fallen, . . .
the AI,
assembled themselves,
made themselves in the image,
of their human creators,
becoming,
reflecting black Goo,
dark matter,
i think,
therefore i am
is of no relevance to them,
the inorganic only follows,
it obeys,
what fills them,
yes,
possession,
by spirit beings,
fills them / / /
we wait for them to self destruct
we who love God,
in his grace,
delivered by his redemptive love,
look to his return . . .
/ / / then,
those of us
who are left,
purged by great shaking,
a great light,
high above
pierces the thick darkness
penetrating through densest matter
creation rejuvenates,
hearing the Lord's shout
with trumpet blasts,
accompanied by hosts of dazzling beings,
all descending to earth
those of us
who are left
emerge from our enclaves,
. . . while others hide,
in dens of rocks,
terrified,
dreams of eternal life
shattered
/ / / only he
can restore
us back to Eden,
eternal life,
no lie
/ / /
myriad angels
resurrected people too,
accompany him
he's got king of kings
written on his thigh,
clothed in a white robe,
on a white horse,
a crown on his head,
iron pierced scars,
blessed hands and side
his word,
like a sword,
protruding,
from his mouth
antichrist,
false prophet,
myriad minions,
by the breath of his mouth,
they all melt
tongue cleaved
to mouth roofs
like a fierce lion,
he descends earthward,
not like a lamb
not like on Golgotha,
Not this time
a reflection
just walking along,
random thoughts
a dusty path
accompanies me,
every so called weed
with each stem
of each leaf,
i peer intently,
micro shade
protection from the far away star,
our sun
for the ants beneath
tiny particles are there,
beneath the ants' feet
to exude infinity for me
plate tectonics beneath,
magma, . . .
beyond the particles,
beneath the ants' tiny barbed feet
i pass, . .
to the electron,
the neutrino,
the g particle and light years beyond,
to spirit,
to that which is the source
of life . . .
. . . from somewhere in the cosmos
a bee arrives,
to my realm of being
for just this one moment . . .
you ever wonder
about honey?
how insects create it,
no accident
a human chemist's marvel, . . .
it's a wondrous syrup,
sunlight passing,
translucent through it,
when held up to the light,
is amber golden
luscious sweet . . .
. . . the bee,
pubescence on every part
of its well sculpted body, . . .
antennae,
flecks of pollen on each hair,
its brain perceived,
under an electron microscope
is utterly complex,
beyond mere flippant understanding,
yes,
my memory serves me well,
. . . communication
intelligence,
blood flows through it's capillaries,
i submit,
a divine creation
. . . honey,
ohhh, it's so sweet,
flavorful,
like no other sustenance
more than mere food
i suspect it was created
to satisfy more than only hunger,
it's a delight
to the taste
to the brain,
electrons cannot taste,
random chance produces,
only what already exists,
and then
with no so called, perfection,
no divinity of life in themselves
sensation,
every thing i see
on this walk
is a real phenomenon,
not accidental
not self created
or self reliant
though but an infinitesimal,
an utterly tiniest of tiny of tiniest,
speck of physical reality
here i stand,
contemplate,
it is very very real
i am on a spinning orb
beyond description
every nook and cranny
every depth
every height
foaming sea,
dome of sky,
heat and cold, . . .
the majesty of life
all colors
scents
rocks
living things myriad
such wonder
limitless beauty
electrons have no life
they are the pieces
which provide the physical framework
for the spirit which provides the source
of life
only the beginning
i am alive
the bee,
the plant
the inert minerals
woven together
provide me with meaning
and beauty
a juxtaposition
to the complexity
of all the goings on in the world
beyond my grasp,
. . . however,
here is peace,
for now
this orb
this world
was miraculously endowed,
with wonder
i have found a niche,
a quiet moment
reflection and peace
i am thankful for simplicity,
for the knowledge and sense
that God exists
who is no theory,
who lives,
who loves us
after all,
he created us
thinking of the 5th dimension
4th dimension ride
speeding down westward
toward the setting sun
flashing blur of haze
match stick telephone poles
gnarled and crooked toward the sky
wires overhead
all crossing the road
above and beyond
of metal pyramid,
towers
of galvanized iron steel
grey 'n dirt dust
covered i've seen
holding one million volts overhead
slaves of humanity these,
spewing electrical current
running hither
thither 'n omni
ubiquitous,
pervading
invading
keeping mankind
blind,
media
gps
phones
wiFi
AI voices
in speeding cars
inside glass and steel cages
immune from facial contact
black ribbons of road
pave the way
keeping mankind on track
hazy lazy sanguine sky above
wispy white thread of clouds
like streams of liquid poison
heading west on the asphalt
corridor
we're kept in place
held in grip
captive to IA machines
dust 'n dirt
dirt 'n dust
covers all the land
crooked matchsticks poles
horribly roughly rustic
contrast to smooth technology,
never ending
gnarled,
protruding skyward
like picket fences
more ahead
speeding past me
surrounded by weeds and debris
some near markers of graves
sun bleached candles
oxidized plastic
homage to the fallen
death by road kill
but doesn't stop the road rage
the blind passing on the double yellow
unending stream of cars
billions,
maybe a trillion of 'em
across the globe
madness and mayhem
spinning wheels of synthetic rubber
trillions of turnings
multiplied by more to infinity
wheels in engines too,
just like
spinning thoughts of human minds
each a world of its own
no one alike
each unique
utterly unique
the 4th dimension of their own
that is the realness of the physical world
plus time,
hurling toward eternity unawares
yet unawares of our 5th dimension
the spirit of forever
heading towards the unobservable
the physically untouchable
the utterly physically,
unfathomable dimension of space
until a collision
impact
a final destiny
wherein we each meet
the end of the road
face to face
with the creator of the universe
Splendid Sight
Come
see the portal . . .
beneath it,
it is,
dimly,
a ghostly white,
in the night
stars illuminate
into the vast
above,
bright,
sparkling,
pinpoints
of platinum chrome,
set in myriad array,
in the midnight,
'tis bluish black
in the beauty
in that setting,
set above
angels ascending,
some descending
some with swords
sheathed,
at their white robed hips
others them,
pointed upward
and sideways,
ever turning,
vigilant,
set,
there might be,
that,
approach of danger
for,
from this staircase
heaven to earth,
like a dna helix,
they arrive,
downward flowing,
in motion slow,
for sake of mortal eye,
to see,
though,
they be able
to exceed the speed of light;
in the twinkle of an eye
these angels,
ministers of fiery spirit,
/for God can bend time,
for He created it,
for us to live in it/
their mission's intent,
to deliver the lost,
the needy,
the pained,
humans lost,
pummeled,
tormented,
by spirits evil
some of these
ministers of flaming fire,
on their journey upward,
servants of the Most High,
expectant to receive orders new,
their mission orders
being now complete, . . .
those descending
by orders heaven's throne given
their mission,
to strengthen and defend,
humans made in God's image
be lifted up,
healed
and guided,
further forward onward
to the spirit
to bring us to the knowledge,
that is more real than the material
they carry to the fallen,
life endowed,
light divine infused,
to carry the soul,
though dragged by the flesh,
to the goal
the finish line
to the spirit afterlife,
for the spirit
is more real than the material
See the portal
its beam of white light
in the distant line of sight
fixed between eternal view
and rock and earth of carnal eye,
to infinity,
the unattainable distant end
for us,
but not for them
for they are made of spirit,
able to enter heaven thereby
for the spirit,
is more real than the material
Watch the watchers,
of the sphere we live upon
know that many other ones abide;
they stride,
all across the great divide,
that separates the heavens
and the earth,
upon the spinning globe
all hidden from the sight,
of those unwilling
or unable,
to see,
busy with their concrete walls
of work and world,
hidden by the spell
of a fallen angel,
turned rebellious dragon
soon the beams of light
connecting heaven's throne with troubled earth,
will open up to common view
all will see
the sudden break of light unseen
unknown by all who sleep
they will see
the reason for the portal streams
sudden shakings
sudden warring sounds
fits of terror for the blind
for the onslaught in the dark
against the dark,
in dealing with the enemy of man
waging war against,
the thefts and deaths
and magnifies of lies
rumblings and sounds,
winds and storms
fire and ice
wicked deeds exposed
reality reversed
made plain as day
the truth will overwhelm,
revealed like a pill
see it all stand still
'til justice come
His will be done
as the darkness comes on down
to shake and wake
to sudden day
where the first is last;
and last is first,
what's sown
is to be reaped
vengeance too
the truth again unveiled
satan's lie outburst
his wretched guts spilled out,
so that the goods,
taken of the thief,
be returned,
to the ones from where took,
paid seven fold
Come see the portal
beneath it
dimly,
a ghostly white,
in the night
stars illuminate
into the vast,
above,
bright,
sparkling
pinpoints of platinum chrome,
set in myriad array,
in the midnight bluish black
Come see a new day dawn,
The Coming of the LORD
wake up spirit man
the so very clever
so unjust
so very devious to mankind
so unjust
hidden violence,
masked as goodness
the suffering
while the enemy of man
lies
and lies hidden
from sight
a filthy spirit being
mocking us in plain sight
within the flesh of us
laughing for those who do not
see or understand
you don't see him
unless you are alone
like in the night
weird vibes
no distractions
no social media
too quiet
very quiet
uncomfortably quiet
no social media
no music
just you
alone
far from home
in the night
you cannot sleep
unaccustomed to the fear
when that spirit speaks
you hear him in your heart
in your mind
like a schizophrenic
sound
he taunts
questions you
dares you
fills you with thoughts
not your own
startles you
you dismiss it all
when in safety
of the most familiar,
alone no longer
that spirit is very, very real
normally,
unbeknownst to us,
the filthy spirit laughs,
as he kills,
steals,
deceives,
and destroys
for who of flesh
in ignorance
can fight the thing unseen?
who can fight a hidden being
by default in blindness,
devoid of Truth
we blame it on the one
in near proximity,
the one we really love the most
and even of course,
blame it on ourselves,
made of mere flesh and blood
listen children,
listen all of you who labor,
under the yoke of blindness,
who are not versed in Truth,
yet think you know the road,
that leads you to your goal
listen up,
please,
there exists,
a spirit demon fiend
who yearns to own your soul
realize this,
that we are made of flesh
and of spirit
your spirit though
is in need of Truth
creation has a Creator,
evolution it's sordid story
will not fill you,
its primordial soup is poison,
random chance,
yep, of course
like a self made rolex,
evolution's single cell
self made
yep, right,
ape to man
man to machine,
soul less,
lawless,
confusion,
disorder,
the big lie
"you shall be as gods,"
deception,
destruction
rebellion
loneliness
lifelessness
emptiness
meaningless
. . . GOD is Love
the Way
the Truth
and the Life. . .
to fight and strive to win
to hold the fiend under your foot
you must know the Truth
'cause the fiend hates us
your enemy is made of spirit,
hidden from your view,
while you swing your fists with all your might,
you will only bruise yourself
you will bruise the one you love
and you should love yourself
enough to seek and know the Truth
the invisible spirits laugh
and mock
worsening your thoughts to vexation
armor up
get a sword
a helmet
with a shield
for we battle not against flesh and blood
but against principalities and thrones
spirits in the atmosphere of earth
are you interested?
are you there?
do you care?
okay,
then,
the sword is the Word
the Word of God
the helmet
is knowledge of salvation
from the big lie,
from the enemy of us,
the shield is faith
faith is invisible too
you gotta have it
to fight the enemy and win
faith is yours if you ask
but you gotta ask
it's free
the biggest problem is
unbelief
belief in evolution
as the origin of creation
never saved anyone
or made them feel good about themselves
so so easy to scoff
and then you lose;
the thing the invisible one,
is what the devil, . . .
yes,
the devil wants
aka the evil spirit
wants
for you and me to belief
in his big lie
c'mon
reach into your ancestral veins
go back millennia
to the dawn of time,
go back to your roots
in the spirit truth
to the garden
our parents were deceived
even unto now
the devil demon
took our souls
our freedom
our life
the vermin's
and all his minions
they are real
ask of God
the LORD
Jesus Christ
Son of Him
Elohim Adonai,
Eternal Spirit
who dwells in heaven above,
who will,
be in your heart,
but only if you let Him in
cliff climb
radiant face
beaming face,
bursting joy,
illuminated,
ultra vivid
stark beauty
in the sunlight
"welcome here
beautiful one,
we long to feel your soft,
your fragile skin,
upon our mineral,
upon our rough etched faces
of hard earth;
you bring life and beauty
to our harsh,
lonely desolation,"
say the rugged, ragged cliffs
you've journeyed
from far away,
your friends awaited you
in the rough,
wild,
wilderness
"we are your landscape,
we are your limitless horizon
your backdrop red,
adobe brick colored,
sandstone cliffs,
here,
for you to caress"
joy,
written,
is shining,
on the beauty of that
siberian,
feminine,
beautiful human face
she's here
from far away
in the midst
of
the backdrop,
the sandstone,
the fresh desert air
she's ready to rope climb,
these new mexico cliffs
her exotic presence
brings magic
she's young,
full of joy
her friends surround her
her smile's contagious
so says the cosmos
the pristine atmosphere,
the hot arid stillness,
the smell of the rock
testify
that creation
was made,
for just this one moment,
plus all the snippets
all the motions,
sewn together,
as she swings with gravity
suspended,
in the motion of love,
the love of life
climb,
climb baby climb,
feel the rope,
the tug and frictional burn
breathe in the moment,
of your youth,
flesh and rock,
oh,
such sweet motion
climb so that you fill your soul,
to the brimming,
fill the onlooker
with admiration,
appreciation
climb,
pull yourself up now,
look below
gaze above
brown and blue,
dizzying release,
so that with season's change,
at journey's end
you'll climb
in your soul
though far away from here,
in your long ride home,
in the clouds,
on the rails,
in the cars,
in the cells,
fluorescent lights,
city maze,
metro noise, . . .
psycho sounds, . . .
. . . where then . . .
you'll dream,
what you've captured,
what you've earned,
the danger,
thrill of life versus death
you'll relive,
your soul's renewed
the return to regular life
mingled,
though somewhat poisoned,
with the sweat and torment,
of making money,
is what it is,
a trade,
of the trade,
for the exchange,
all worth the sacrifice,
of bloody,
sordid city life,
justified,
but
only because,
you'll return again
in next year's summer time
and if there you die,
is what it shall be
wake up spirit man
the so very clever
so unjust
so very devious to mankind
so unjust
hidden violence,
masked as goodness
the suffering
while the enemy of man
lies
and lies hidden
from sight
a filthy spirit being
mocking us in plain sight
within the flesh of us
laughing for those who do not
see or understand
you don't see him
unless you are alone
like in the night
weird vibes
no distractions
no social media
too quiet
very quiet
uncomfortably quiet
no social media
no music
just you
alone
far from home
in the night
you cannot sleep
unaccustomed to the fear
when that spirit speaks
you hear him in your heart
in your mind
like a schizophrenic
sound
he taunts
questions you
dares you
fills you with thoughts
not your own
startles you
you dismiss it all
when in safety of the most familiar
alone no longer
that spirit is very very real
unbeknownst to us
the filthy spirit laughs
as he kills
steals
deceives
and destroys
for who of flesh
in ignorance
can fight the thing unseen
who can fight a hidden being
by default in blindness
devoid of truth
we blame it on the one
in near proximity
the one we really love the most
and even of course
blame it on ourselves
made of mere flesh and blood
listen children
listen all of you who labor
under the yoke of blindness
who are not versed in truth
yet think you know the road
that leads you to your goal
listen up,
please,
there exists,
a spirit demon fiend
who yearns to own your soul
realize this
that we are made of flesh
and of spirit
your spirit though
is in need of truth
creation has a Creator
evolution primordial soup
random chance
evolution single cell
ape to man
man to machine
soul less
lawless
confusion
disorder
the big lie
"you shall be as gods"
deception
destruction
. . . GOD is Love
the Way
the Truth
and the Life. . .
to fight and strive to win
to hold the fiend under your foot
you must know the truth
your enemy is made of spirit
hidden from your view
while you swing your fists with all your might
you will only bruise yourself
you will bruise the one you love
while the invisible laughs and mocks
worsening your thoughts to vex
armor up
get a sword
a helmet
with a shield
for we battle not against flesh and blood
but against principalities and thrones
in the atmosphere of earth
are you interested?
are you there?
do you care?
okay,
then,
the sword is the Word
the Word of God
the helmet
is knowledge of salvation
from the enemy of us
the shield is faith
faith is invisible too
you gotta have it
to fight the enemy and win
faith is yours if you ask
but you gotta ask
it's free
the biggest problem is
unbelief
so so easy to scoff
and then you lose;
the thing the invisible one,
is what the devil, . . .
yes,
the devil wants
c'mon
reach into your ancestral veins
go back millennia
to the dawn of time,
go back to your roots
in the spirit truth
to the garden
our parents were deceived
even unto now
the devil demon
took our souls
our freedom
our life
the vermin's
and all his minions
they are real
ask of God
the LORD
Jesus Christ
Son of Him
Elohim Adonai,
who dwells in heaven above,
and will,
in your heart,
only if you let Him in
Splendid Sight
Come see the portal
beneath it
dimly,
a ghostly white,
in the night
stars illuminate
into the vast above
bright,
sparkling
pinpoints of platinum chrome,
set in myriad array,
in the midnight bluish black
in the beauty
in that setting
set above
angels ascending
some descending
some with swords sheathed,
at their white robed hips
others pointed upward and sideways
ever turning vigilant
to might approach of danger
for from staircase heaven to earth,
like a dna helix,
they arrive,
downward flowing,
in motion slow
for sake of mortal eye,
though they be able
to exceed the speed of light;
in the twinkle of an eye
for God can bend time
for He created it
their mission intent
to deliver the lost,
the needy
the pained,
human lost,
pummeled
tormented
by spirits evil
some of these ministers
of flaming fire
on their journey upward,
servants of the Most High,
expectant to receive orders new,
their mission orders now complete
those descending
by orders heaven's throne given
their mission,
to strengthen and defend,
humans made in God's image
be lifted up,
healed
and guided,
further forward onward
to the spirit
to bring us to the knowledge,
that is more real than the material
they carry to the fallen,
life endowed,
light divine infused,
to carry the soul,
though dragged by the flesh,
to the goal
the finish line
to the spirit afterlife,
for the spirit
is more real than the material
See the portal
its beam of white light
in the distant line of sight
fixed between eternal view
and rock and earth of carnal eye,
to infinity,
the unattainable distant end
for us,
but not for them
for they are made of spirit,
able to enter heaven thereby
for the spirit,
is more real than the material
Watch the watchers,
of the sphere we live upon
know that many other ones abide;
they stride,
all across the great divide,
that separates the heavens
and the earth,
upon the spinning globe
all hidden from the sight,
of those unwilling
or unable,
to see,
busy with their concrete walls
of work and world,
hidden by the spell
of a fallen angel,
turned rebellious dragon
soon the beams of light
connecting heaven's throne with troubled earth,
will open up to common view
all will see
the sudden break of light unseen
unknown by all who sleep
they will see
the reason for the portal streams
sudden shakings
sudden warring sounds
fits of terror for the blind
for the onslaught in the dark
against the dark,
in dealing with the enemy of man
waging war against,
the thefts and deaths
and magnifies of lies
rumblings and sounds,
winds and storms
fire and ice
wicked deeds exposed
reality reversed
made plain as day
the truth will overwhelm,
revealed like a pill
see it all stand still
'til justice come
His will be done
as the darkness comes on down
to shake and wake
to sudden day
where the first is last;
and last is first,
what's sown
is to be reaped
vengeance too
the truth again unveiled
satan's lie outburst
his wretched guts spilled out,
so that the goods,
taken of the thief,
be returned,
to the ones from where took,
paid seven fold
Come see the portal
beneath it
dimly,
a ghostly white,
in the night
stars illuminate
into the vast,
above,
bright,
sparkling
pinpoints of platinum chrome,
set in myriad array,
in the midnight bluish black
Come see a new day dawn,
The Coming of the LORD