Tied to a scapegoat sent to Azazel:
Rationally of mind
Dangerously refinedDangerously timed
Omnidirectional flaming sword
Entrance by Man is abhorred
The Cherubs zealously protect the territory
They sing one to another Man’s sorry story
Attain holy keys in order to enter
Restricted from every which kind of dissenter
Open the Logos up to our minds
Allow it to breath the way it’s designed
Suffocating in Exile and Expulsion
Our contempt still not leading to revulsion
Abundant compassion poured upon our heads
Like the miserable showers rained upon the dead
Lift these dry bones that have been left to rot
Lift these stones to prove You’ve not forgot
Pishon, Gihon, Perat, and Chiddekel
Elusively near, a geographic speckle
One day the gates shall open wide
Our sins will have been cast aside
Everyone attaining prophetic degrees
Free of the falling mystical debris
Truth will ring throughout 70 lands
Having conquered all of time’s sands
The River of Life within our grasp
While we draw in final gasps
Across the precipice into another realmLike Aminadav’s son I will take the helm
“I will hasten it” or “In its time”.
Son of David or son of Joseph.
Miraculous or Natural.
With the Clouds of Heaven
or upon a Donkey.
Spiritual or Material .
Worthy or Unworthy.
Peace or War.
Unified or Dispersed.
Instantaneously or Evolutionarily
Exalted or Shamed
… Fear it is only the latter
Your bones like grass will sprout and obliterate all doubt,
as the folk-singing mystic called:
“The words of the prophet are written on the subway wall”
The aerosol assassin conveyed the delays,
his presence shattering what the babes say
Hearken unto words that unfold, untold and bold
they shall enlighten the minds that are tightened and rigid
To conform and be born into a shell of darkness
has been the condemnation of the ages and the sages
How much longer to Leipzig? Over and over and over
now it is finally the time to ask, and yet you bask
In the ignorance that refuses and confuses and illuses
the footsteps echo from around the bend and send
The messages that etch into intellects that can detect
all the sorrows of tomorrow fade away to yesterday
All shades of gray kept at bay so they’ve prayed
discerning the blurred lines between schwarze and white
Placing crowned letters of black fire to the pages delight
now the words are read and said and known and throned
the Divine has telephoned
Theodicy appropriate for the Sinaitic odyssey must transmit
“May those who reckon the end of days perish”
like words sprinkled on time as a relish
this imperative no longer involved for the riddles been already solved
They built a fence around us erect till now
To protect both us and sacred cows
but the time has come to bow
For the One to serve is sending fate not too early not too late
We were on a date but were philanderers
We have a clean slate and are panhandlers
Doling out abundant mercies returning to Her marquee
housed and contained though we’ve not abstained weve obtained
A clemency a pardon a wonderful Garden
We turn home for lights shown our eyes what’s disguised
The saga of sages rages in the night chancing upon dawn
Opening up into the Land of the Fawn
To stretch open armed, waged against Seven Nations
Ploughing the farm staged to rest in Eternal fixation
The fix of a junky starved for millennia left out in absentia
Finally given a taste of the craving that’s been saving
The souls of the masses stuck like molasses in this conflated Exile
Whose style corrupts disrupts erupts into flowing doom
Doom that’s come in full bloom and wilted
Its been stilted to allow for the final flowering of Redemption
The humming of whose song can be heard in detention
No longer trapped into the notion that “ALL ROADS LEAD TO EDOM”
A stone of contention from time immemorial
Let us listen to the stone’s own editorial
Reverence before it we apply our identity
Upon it is written conflicted propensity
“I was born of the contracted speck of infinity in the Big Bang,
I tell a grand tale of all after initial birthpang.
I am the navel of the earth and the universe,
the center of all that’s been given of His purse.
Upon me the man named Earth was created,
his sons offered scents but one of them was hated.
The last antediluvian named Rest also thread nearness upon me,
Eventually he bore shame crying ‘in vino veritas’ in glee.
Not too soon after the Exalted Monotheist came to offer his son,
I saw an angel come whisper that all can be undone.
The Struggler also saw them climb up and down,
when his head rest upon me his descendants bore crowns.
I was forgotten for many generations,
and had become a Jebusite threshing station.
Then a kingly child who slayed with a slingshot recalled,
that in me the progress of history had been stalled.
So I was purchased in destitution and returned with restitution,
his son Peace reigned by holy constitution.
In those days I provided the Presence a place to dwell,
around me two Temples crumbled and fell.
Greeks, Romans, Crusaders, Mohammed’s invaders,
all of them traitors.
The latter erected The Quba, and on me this has truly been the hardest.
They chip at me, clip at me and remove evidence,
that my grandeur was once great, and immense.
I’ve heard an anointed intends to pay me a visit,
and swords to ploughshares will submit.
I sense that the day is ever so near,
listen closely you’ll hear the rams horn clear.”
A stone of ascension from time immemorial
We have listened to the stone’s editorial
Let it provoke us to secure rectification
The one as intended from sacred formation
Return us all to the Garden
After all, our souls are hardened
Like the Pharonic heart of stone
Now animate the Luz bone
Pardon me - it is not contempt
My soul’s overgrown and unkempt
Can we be culpable for lack of will?
Can Divine Messengers achieve multiple thrills?
We’ve all our design and our mission
We’ve even achieved nuclear fission
Power to destroy Power to build
Power to enjoy and to be spilled
In its time they say it will come
Unless we deserve the presence of ONE
When will He return Her to the resting place?
When will the burner take sins to erase?
Lapis philosophorum you do reveal at resurrection
Those who’ve merited achieving perfection
Debates of antiquity over the prophecies
Date restricted clover covering ground blissfully
One day it will arrive
We will know
We will strive
The 4 corners of our garments will be held
For all the misery will be felled
It’s already begun the eclipsing sun
I’ve already sung its already doneFor He IS WAS and ALWAYS WILL BE
The sin of the Garden is the sin on our heads
The sin of the Serpent is in our beds
Dip into water so secure so unsure
Danger, danger but there’s allure
I want to be pure I want to be whole
I want to be sure I want a clean soul
The reeds sway against the nude
The shivers ascend ever so rude
Bring the adulterated flesh to the alter
Bring the syncopated one to Gibraltar
Contain the contaminated
And seal me like I’m laminated
If only it were so simple
To be another time wrinkle
Take it way as if we’d never played
Take it away as if we’d never bathed
The sin of Life was that she tempted me
The sin of Earth was his Lillit’s bickering
On the new moon of the fourth month
Of the 8th year after Creation I felt a new sensation
I am now fallen I am now calling
I am now on the floor bawling
Cleanse me please! Set me at ease…
This current affair it is a disease