Secrets of Redemption

Years Against the Morrow

2011-03-30T21:28:00.001-07:00

Poppy, pa, where has he gone? Why did he leave us? Didn’t he believe us? His pain and his sorrow the years against the morrow… These unfair questions that nag us and drag us. His princess his bride, his jewel and his pride… returned to the earth… What was she worth? For him more than life and even his children, he said to himself “my wife or my burdens?”… He chose his choice and it was for eternal rejoice. But couldn’t he have made another? If not but for a while? Just live on that limb which we all knew was denial? He couldn’t, he didn’t, he would’ve if he could, I now know when that day comes that I really should. He gave and he gave so we knew of his heart lest you’d need a pick to unlock it or tear it apart. He was my father, the one I never had, he is my model for being a dad. In reading my writing I see ghosts of his words, fluttering in the distance like migrating birds. Just as he chased after her that was fleeting now I too face a world in which I am bleeding. Time heals wounds but it also leaves scars, sutures and stitches emotional mars. I am his son, I am his legacy, I stand on his shoulders and now… well, let us see…

Compulsion

2011-02-10T02:37:00.000-08:00

I feel compelled to feel compelled to create but I don't feel compelled to create though I take gratification in its accomplishment.

The Inebriates Confession

2010-12-16T20:28:00.000-08:00

Please, please, please bring me to my knees one day, one day, one day I’ll be able to do it to do it to sing to be it to just be one with who I am and what I want to be so beautifully so beautifully so blissfully this, this right here this feeling this right what I need I bleed I need it just like this right now right here please Lord, please Lord, cut the cord, cut that cord that prevents me from being who I am and want to be why can’t I do it why can’t I why can’t eye why can’t ….. I don’t want it to be easy I want it to be me, I want to always feel like this, like an eternal union, eternal, eternal union this beat it brings it brings me bopr ttat head bop it bop it bop it … see where it takes you ….. intense intense wna dthen not so./.. the end.

Melodious machinery why can’t I be like you and just operate according to a players notes…. Why can’t I just bleat out sonorous song with the presence it brings without having to compose it all. Must be an instrument that feels the music it creates. I am but a fool who dreams of the impossible with reality beckoning to him but he ignores it into an imitative scene of breakings.

Convulsing, convulsing with the beat can you help it? They go, they, they go on, on and on without your permission… if It stopped you’d miss it…. I try to stop the beat but its passion weighs me, it weighs me, it weighs me up and down it takes me where I need to go but never want to be, in a moment it flows out on pages with wages of time to tell. To sell, to be with bell of all that’s wrong. Its siren is hiring those that want to bash it your skill if they they don t fnont fine you are they’re your own. Expectations hope who are you are you there? Magic boy? Just like the mold they create just like that clone they satiate. Go ahead delete your words as they come, they’re yours you can’t help it you know. They all wanna know as you as you sway and flow.

Pervasive tone …….one direction or another …. You have no brothers. It’s just you, you are all alone. No father no brother no one to see you as you are to relate to you on your own plane just to keep you sane to take you under their wing to help you sing to chirp out those tunes just like all the other loons. You, you are your own father, your own brother but what good are you? Especially when you can’t help but be blue? You antisocial pent up special you. You lust for love to bury yourself in but where has it gotten you. You sell yourself for some other girl some other twirl just to twist your mind and it’s not you and it’s not who you want to be. It’s just a touch, that girl on the train but you can’t help it but be more … you bury your head in your sages book in your tiny nook in your corner in your brain solace from what’s around you what confounds you what surrounds you and wants to be you. I’m a beast a beast a sacred beast that’s not too sacred crying out from inside to be a man yet looks like one. Fill your mind. Fill it up.

Your Presence is Requested

2010-10-11T18:47:00.000-07:00

Torn between poles torn between holes
Torn between myself and the scroll
Hallowed being suffocating
Shallow being just negating
Bursting trapped inside this cage
Thirsting for the ceaseless rage
Trite and pleasant are the senses
Might a peasant take defenses
Plunge into another recess
Lunge at what one does profess
I can be that one of vision
Cast aside an indecision
Forethought, planning and design
Tools with which I can define
Time will tell which tasks remain
If I fail I stay the same
But should I thrive and do excel
That is my heaven’s release from hell

Confess

2010-09-12T10:47:00.000-07:00

The smoke ascends the alter, wayward sins we tend to falter
Sanctify dignify glorify – commitment to the divine system
Vice, depravity, immoral deeds – just an external symptom
The clutches the crutches the penetrating roots rotting the core
Abandoned, ashamed, set for confession – repent, repent once more
Enrobed in the purest of white masking the indications and implications
Mocking ourselves for we are the only ones subject to corporal subjugation
The crasses the masses the straying asses oh, woe unto our Holy Nation

Sanctuary's Stream

2010-08-22T10:38:00.000-07:00

The mother the monster the magnificent fish
I sought you I caught you I made you a dish
Dipped into cool waters and emerged as a man
Brought you to slaughter and fried in the pan
We battled for days but I knew where you lived
I saddled my instincts and I’d never forgive
As soon as we met I knew you were mine
So was my merit, that Sabbath we dined
As you roasted over those flames
I thought to myself, “Oh nature, I’ve tamed”
Primitively I slaved over a fire
Recognizing I can’t slake my desires
But at least if I catch one by the tail
Your precious roe will fail to prevail
And so it was in that running stream
I conquered a beast born of dreams

Escape

2010-07-21T10:32:00.000-07:00

Frustrated, elated, the son is sedated
Woeful and burdened he lasts till his girders
They crutch him they hold him he reaches for something
He wastes, he creates, he self annihilates
Shatter the bondage that is the body
Burst the shell that is rotted and shoddy
Why can’t he do it – he must look within
Why can’t he escape the clutches of sin
His essence his kernel his infernal eternal
Marred and charred and bothered diurnal
Days just move on and the dreams taunt
An unconscious seam to the only true haunt
He is his enemy and no one else
He is to blame the eye of the self

Why Be Tea?

2010-05-30T05:30:00.000-07:00

Abandon the home of my mind The tomes lost their binds They wither they fall away Faded letters melody Imprint upon my DNA Sing songs in rhapsody Return to the grounds With the logical sounds My brethren do despair My souls in need of repair Go out and grow Sample the world With seeds to sow Wits a swirl A memory of ivory Stolen sensory It must return what was once spurned It must yearn what is learned A distant notion of devotion On lips of motion for sinful oceans On the cheeks of outlaws the meek the stout raw The girdled the roughened with wizened The hurdles of tough ones lies on My home do not go away lest I be led astray.

Another Day

2010-04-25T14:11:00.000-07:00

Magnificent womb maternal vibes
Magnificent tomb marking our lives
A putrid drop gives rise to creation
Intrepid voyage of abnegation
Sarah’s son placed on the alter
The angels never came to let it falter
Tears fell in anguished prayers
Fears expressed in soulful despair
Kindness to a thousand generations
Withholding our devastation
Tremendous sorrow tinged with gratitude
Tidings born with accepting magnitude
How do we die?
How do we live?
How do we learn to love the One that gives?

Pharaonic

2010-03-24T17:29:00.000-07:00

The earth it swallows tribes
The birth of fallow vibes
Dormant in creation
Ticking time for devastation
Corrupted corruptions lacking ratiocination
Fateful effects, weaving, heaving, perverse believing
Another age implodes forward
Another stage, habitually untoward
Time to surface from eternal drowning
Fine for purpose and infernal crowning
Topple the idol, the state, the father, the hate
Bills from papermills nothing more than kindling
Reduce the risk of fire whilst enflamed
Kills for daffodils something more than swindling
Excuse for a feral beast lying tamed

January Came and Went

2010-02-17T18:32:00.000-08:00

“Ellie, Ellie, where is my Ellie?”
She took eternal form don’t be forlorn
Reality don’t stop for you young man
Reality don’t stop no matter your plan
Down to the grave to atone
365 and raise a monument of stone
The tears flow and yet the earth turns
They all go on and yet your soul burns
A righteous mother leaves the land
And still the resurrected don’t stand
Risen from the dust from which you came
To return once more but not the same
Embrace your mortality and you’ll escape fatality
Live divinely live genuinely your moment here is timely

Revolt

2009-12-14T15:17:00.000-08:00

The priestly family was on a mission - to stem back the tide of Hellenic sedition. The House of Sanctity had been defiled, foreshadowing an imminent Greek exile. They readied their blades for the wars of the Lord, to ensure that their purity would be restored. With His hammer they struck back to defend, His fiery words guiding their ends. The women too committed their lives and achieved success with a tyrant’s demise. Victory was granted into their hands, they emerged in triumph from their last stand. Cleansed of the filth, His House of Choice no longer soiled. It lacked only one thing and that was pure holy oil. A hidden cruse was Divine confirmation, lasting eight days, that He was their salvation.

Who hath the power?

2009-11-26T14:45:00.000-08:00

Foolish rites and customs barons dukes knights and empty phrases carpe diem. Nuff said. Pilgrims Injuns bloody day, socialists anarachists compelled to pray. Nuff said. Feast on Franklin’s national bird contrary to every myth you thought ya heard. Nuff said. Gather round the youngins to corrupt the youth, no one’s sharing hemlock for the cyanide’s in your tooth. Nuff said. Fatal trajectory in the winds the financiers couldn’t help but bear their toothy grins. Nuff said. Stifle the system the unordered order and find your disorder. Nuff said. Say no more for there’s been nuff said. Nuff said to tell ya that nuff’s been said.

The pious of the ages

2009-10-18T14:19:00.000-07:00

The pious of the ages emerging from sacred pages invest in the sages. The right and the left veer not from their acumen their regimen their illumined intellectual vitamin. Ingest it digest it divest it they’ve blessed it. Matter take form forlorn for their bond of life their eternal strife invigorated by Abraham’s knife. Commitment insistence delay the play take the stage again resort to that den that den of iniquity the den of base victory. Illicit plunder hidden from under a throne a glorious throne intended to atone for the sin, the shame, the blame, the terrible game. Don’t follow my stolen path back to the garden with granite barriers that’ve hardened arisen with sharp flames that I’ve tamed. Follow the righteous the recluse the invasive rescue the overdrive stay alive the instinctual subjugation hive the deathtrap of a body of a material waste in haste. Shun me like the leper the shlepper the one who leads astray the one white as snow but vile as a nuclear glow lest the infection go on the detection spurred and pawned passed off for another opponent another beast another brain stained by desire for hire. Easy to slay easy to stay its nothing but a mountain a molehill an edifice grand stand against the damned declare your war and sound the horn before another generation is born another devastation is torn another integration raises its beast of a head in the mourn.

Monarchic Night

2009-09-17T13:03:00.000-07:00

Slithering around the world slithering from day to day slithering around the world is there nothing left to say. Holler at your people now, watch them curtsy kneel and bow, holler at your people now. Watch the empire hail their Mao. The heavens grant your gown and crown, the heavens grant your grin and frown. The laws are born of theft and force, the laws are born bereft of remorse. Every man endowed an image to reject, rape and pillage. The end is nigh the end is near, the end they’ll say there’s none to fear. Every move invites a stare, vanity tells you you don’t care. The end belies its own career, the end’ll crush your precious dear.

Traffic

2009-08-19T16:10:00.000-07:00

Kidney bean, cut me clean fork over dollars
Cant be seen, blood machine – everyone hollers
Saints and sinners join in hands
Surgeons rise to meet demands
Kidney bean, cut me clean fork over dollars
Dialysis narcissist save a man and save the world
Analysis cant resist slave to save that sagely pearl
Kidney bean, cut me clean fork over dollars
Cant be seen, blood machine – everyone hollers

Six Orders

2009-08-19T16:07:00.000-07:00

Six orders six orders he arranged holy orders
Sagely crib notes of their Master’s quotes
Collected recorded preserved sanctified borders
Transmission on Sinai ever remote
Oral dissemination on the brink of destruction
Gathered, collated, bound and expounded
The Prince set down his divine instruction
Memorized, verbalized, eventually confounded
Law, tradition, sacred dictate
The nation imperiled cast to four winds
Preserved, conserved, not a moment too late
Revelation heralded despite our sad sins
Sura, Pumbadisa academies arose
New questions, old answers.
A new dialectic was left to compose
New questions old answers
Old answers new questions
New questions new questions
Old answers old answers
Six orders six orders we defend holy orders

Perpetual Destruction

2009-07-30T22:17:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I try to mourn and I just can’t bring myself to feel
Sometimes I try to mourn and fail to grasp that heal
Introspect and look within Introspect it flickers dim
Introspect retroject architect
I am master of my own design
Intellect I detect my own mine
Its just you just you the unjust the conceptual wanderlust
Traveling back and forth to and fro all within
All within and committed to sin committed to tin
Flexible malleable breakable animal
Be something more simply more something for
What for something more just for nothing more
Longer in exile than home

They're on the Horizon

2009-07-20T21:11:00.000-07:00

The heavens swirl above
The heavens crash like doves
Fiery comets flame across the sky
Fiery comets dance across my eye
Oh cypress Oh cypress you pierce atmospheres
Oh cypress Oh cypress you fierce source of tears
Little hamlet down below
Sleeping, slumbering, silently
Catch the steeple spire
Little egret draped in snow
Whispering, grumbling, violently
Match the eagle, eagle’s ire
The blue hills roll away
The dew spills decay
And the righteous do return
The runts run amuck
Cold fronts a struck
And the righteous do return
Where do they hide?
Where do they bide?
The time it goes, it goes, it drifts
I watch it, I feel it, it passes me by
Change, its only evidence
To terrorize, to anathematize, to pulverize
My mind, my blind mind, my ignorance
The bliss it wisps it wisps
Broken promise, frailties honest
I’ll miss the wisps the locks
Where are the righteous?
How far, the righteous?
We are. We are. The righteous.

Enamored of Brisk

2009-06-15T16:20:00.000-07:00

The structure the rupture the bleeding design
It twists and contorts it makes the mind blind
Determined as sermons to illuminate
To brighten conceptions and illustrate
At times it muddles in making its point
It primes and befuddles but won’t disappoint
The cheftza the gavra – ah its mistabra!
Nu, cut to the chase, the sevara awaits!
But the hava amina n’ maskana can’t both be right?
Ah, good ol’ tzvei dinim it cuts like a knife!
Massage, manipulate (coerce?) the text
Try not to leave a bit more perplexed
Clarity, lucidity, concepts defined
That is the goal, it sure is Divine

One cannot but help admire the beauty...

The Zealot

2009-05-28T23:26:00.000-07:00

The Zealot the Zealot the world hates the Zealot

He bashes and crashes and rains on parades

He mashes and clashes and reveals masquerades

He condemns and denounces your very existence

He coaxes and cajoles you to join the resistance

High and mighty he sits above the masses

Embodying virtues they’ve turned into lapses

The world detests him for he is what they’re not

The world resists him and wishes he’d rot

He stands in the breaches that’ve come to define us

He commands our attention, attempts to refine us

The Zealot the Zealot the world hates a Zealot

Elohai

2009-04-24T14:00:00.000-07:00

Delicacy of the moment,
A wisp before the mind
In praise of His design.

Eyes awaken, and I recognize my pure soul
He’s created it, fashioned it, breathed it into me
A true wonder I’ve not been found unworthy.
Eventually to be taken from the clutches of my flesh
If I merit resurrection it’ll be restored afresh.
For the God of my fathers – Gratitude
For the Master of deeds and Lord of souls – I conclude.
Blessed are You, Who restores the quintessence of man
To this dreadful body, this body that’s damned.

Delicate moment passed,
Wisp gone before the mind
A new one arrives
Begging praise of His design.

Kiddush HaChamah

2009-03-24T16:59:00.000-07:00

The masses will cry out “it’s the sun! it’s the sun!”
And rush out into the streets to bless the Holy One.
They’ll proclaim the sovereignty of the Master of Creation,
Who arranged the constellations and graced His holy nation.
A moment will pass to contemplate the universe,
And consider the eons that have been traversed.
Form entrapped in but insignificant dust,
Granted the opportunity to express its trust.

Natural phenomenon in the Month of Redemption,
Raising fevered pitches and testing temptations.
Imaginations begin to run amuck,
Messianist dreamers foretell fortunes struck.
Failing to take heed of an infrequent moment
Our nation seems lost in its spiraling descent.

Arise from the dust! Let the light shine upon you!
Break material bonds and sow reason anew!
Marvel at the wonderful structures of reality,
In awe of He who set forth all in its totality!
Humility expanding in newfound lungs,
Breathing afresh amidst renewed songs sung.

Follow this path and illusions lose luster
Gird yourselves and gather strength to muster.
The battle for illumination has yet to be won,
So consider these thoughts when you gaze at the sun.

Neutron Star

2009-02-05T18:15:00.000-08:00

Creativity sapped from a dry well.
An empty pit in the midst of a desolate tract.
Desertification taking hold of mind with creeping dunes.
A long gone withered cocoon.
The glorious insect is gone, whither it went is a wonder.
Neural passageways, electrochemical responses hollowed out.
Empty firings, missives to nowhere.

Suddenly it seeps in, flooding the crackled plain.
Rising and bursting, fashioning from dead embers flames.
Reverberating outwards splashing sparks on all it touches.
A sapling escaping a seed exploding from the soil.

And then the ebb regresses and the fade begins once again.
Momentary flashes, hopeful dashes.
Small glimmers of the world.
An infinitesimal fraction that miraculously escaped.
The somber pitch murmurs once again.
Desperately hoping to recapture bygones that may never return….

And then it does.

Ata Ḥonen

2009-01-28T18:00:00.000-08:00

Oh wisdom oh wisdom pour down on me, shower me.
Waters from on high cascade on me, anointing me.
Rise and rise till I’m up to my lips.
So I may nod and sip of the infinite sea.
Toil oh toil, I shall by day and night.
Till my soul takes flight.
A droplet entices those that are parched.

Mystic vs Rationalist

2008-12-30T19:16:00.002-08:00

The mystic seeks to manipulate Gd and the universe to serve his own needs, he believes that if he recites an incantation in just the right way, or performs a ritual while concentrating on the right powers he can literally affect a change in Gd. The rationalist seeks to understand Gd and His creation, he believes that meditating upon the ideas of an inspired prayer and contemplating the meaning of a rite during its engagement can affect change within himself. The mystic is obsessed with esoteric doctrines; the pursuit of which he believes increases his personal might in his duel with fantastic supernatural forces. The rationalist is preoccupied with studying reality, which he understands increases his awe and love for the Master of the Universe. The followers of the mystical trend are fond of their dogmas, they are fond of their saints, they are fond of their magical objects and rites, and they are fond of their unknowing predicament. The followers of the rational trend are fond of the truth, they are fond of their teachers, they are fond of the legal system guided by wisdom, and they are fond of eliminating their own misunderstanding. The mystic desires solely to gratify his emotional needs and sees performance as a means towards that end, the rationalist desires understanding for its own sake and sees performance as a means towards that end whilst recognizing the benefit accrued as an accident of the pursuit of an essential task. The mystic sees emotions as the primary mechanism through which religious experience can be achieved, the greater the unbridled worship of his own feelings the more ecstatically authentic the experience is. The rationalist sees emotions as a strong component of the psychological makeup, it is to be contended with and guided by reason lest it come to cloud his judgment, and the extent to which he can harness religious emotion plays a determining in role in the extent he understands the objective order.

The mystic eschews the rationalist as having tread in alien pastures (Greek thought), the rationalist retorts by indicating that the mystic has consumed of alien pastures without a discerning eye.

Cliché or thought provoking?

HOPE

2008-11-11T16:30:00.000-08:00

The Kenyan messiah has arrived; Ali ibn Abi-Talib was the first to forecast his coming. Tyrants across the globe telegraphed their kindest of wishes, and he dispatched the brow of a hill. Ninety-five of One hundred of his brethren cast him upon their shoulders holding him high above the nation with blind allegiances. Crocodile tears welled up from the shallow depths of lizards, and history has been constructed. A lame duck welcomed the dark prince into his home as the nation concerned itself with a goldendoodle. The Persian hitlerite offered his wisdom, and cautioned against the “never-ending demands of a selfish and fallible minority” and the exalted one coolly replied, “have no worries my friend, I will appoint the best architects Oslo has to offer.” They tell me there are 2 months 11 days 11 hours 33 minutes 30 seconds till he pledges his allegiance upon the bible of black liberation theology and recites the last rites over capitalism. May all our fears be unfounded. HOPE.

Rhyme or Reason

2008-09-22T14:01:00.000-07:00

Plato
Maimonides
Falaquera

Play-Doh
Godspeed
Common-Era

Rob my rhyme
Strip it down
Lyric’s crime

An appeal to images
Clashes with reason
I reveal pop quizzes
Ashes left of treason

21st Century rants
Lost centuries’ dance
Imagination’s contamination
Pretend its prophetic formulation

Cerebral capacity plagues the right brain
Cathedral tenacity the Hague a stain
Where did I go
Does it matter
I bet you are wondering the same…

Return to the theme
Paint the cream
Aesthetics prosthetics
Both false both crutches
One injures one touches
Hail the poet, the painter, the throw it, the tainter
The masquerader, the concealer, the liar, the teacher

The masses rejection
Is mere confirmation
Contemplation
Meditation
Mental onanism

Who knows
I know I don’t know
But pretend to know who knows
despite not not knowing

Mind vs heart

2008-08-15T14:17:00.000-07:00

Stray not after ye passion

Lest ye slip into crashings

Conquer and subjugate that will

That one that’s out to kill

Your immortal soul

Your subliminal hold

Don’t give it away

Don’t let it play

Circumcise that infatuation

That devastation

It’ll only bring you down

Its only a fleshy crown

An intellect

Must ye perfect

A dialect

of humanese

Disinfect

that disease.

2008-07-04T15:53:00.000-07:00

An Eye Gazes Towards Zion - עין לציון צופיה

2008-06-01T08:57:00.000-07:00

Jerusalem Day, unification delayed. They tell us to celebrate our marriage when we are in the midst of a divorce. So with bitterness I celebrate my bride. They say she is destined to be handed over to salivating mujahadin. How can we dance with joy on our anniversary as that mosque looms over us as a monument to our destruction? We are to believe that 67’ was a miracle – but what sane person spits in the face of the One who has wrought miracles for him? Only us. Only do we gnash at the Hand that feeds us. Only do we starve ourselves and commit suicide, as we cast our beloved into an unsavory den of wolves. The contemptible man officiating over the separation is embroiled in scandal, yet we pay no heed to that… just as those on the Indian subcontinent have their widowed wives dive into funeral pyres so too does the world desire that we set our eternal zvug aflame and destroy ourselves in the process. When will my family awaken from its morbid slumber? When will my mishpocha scream at me, halting the self destructive path whose forces I seem to be incapable of resisting? Would they actually allow this dreadful horror to proceed? I think they would…. During our honeymoon they built us a warm nest. But the nest was infested with all kinds of abominations. The marriage contract was ignored. The grounds on which our holy union was built eroded. Instead of evicting those pests they allowed them to proliferate. No, we built not a holy sanctuary for the Divine presence to dwell between us…. we strengthened the hold of vermin squatters in the name of alien deities. Oh Jerusalem. I have forgotten you. My right hand has withered away and crumbled into the Gazan sands. Please my precious bride forgive me. Though I do not deserve you, please, let us cry out in unison, let the trumpets wail, let the sirens sound, let our people awaken and see how low we’ve fallen… so that the Creator may have compassion on us, so that we can finally crown you in precious splendor, so that nations may peacefully stream towards you seeking your welfare and wisdom. Oh Jerusalem of stone, of material, of chomer and gashmius, let us anoint you with form, tzelem, ruchnius. May the Holy One Blessed Be He sanctify our matrimony with haste, before there is nothing left once more but waste…

One Minus the Life of Ziv

2008-05-21T16:28:00.000-07:00

Gladden me

Graspin’ at the tunes too soon

Lookin’ for a way to pay

Gotta find myself to pray

Gaspin’ air not too fair

Cookin’ schemes and holy dreams

Lotsa room for dreadful doom

Crackin’ sacred scrolls of soul

Makin’ scars from afar

Gonna reap the bottom’s deep

Trackin’ the race ahead a pace

Takin’ time for boxy pine

Detonate and illustrate

Fourty nine is thirsty-three

Seventeen is just reprieve

Slaughtered maraudered

Plague

War

Jerusalemite earthquake

Oh the joyous cult of Meron.

It saddens me.

Seven Nation Niggun

2008-04-06T11:52:00.000-07:00

Devarim 20:17

כי-החרם תחרימם, החתי והאמרי הכנעני והפרזי, החוי, והיבוסי--כאשר צוך, ה' אלקיך

but thou shalt utterly destroy them: the Hittite, and the Amorite, the Canaanite, and the Perizzite, the Hivite, and the Jebusite; as HaShem thy Master hath commanded thee

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Certain Uncertainty or Uncertain Certainty?

2008-04-02T17:45:00.000-07:00

Strange fires we all present before the Lord.

Shockingly we perceive no reward,

Saved for the graces of those perfected…

Despite the fact we’re all connected.

It flows from upon high,

which differs not from down below.

The sprouts emerge from seeds we sow.

Noting not the things gone awry

Struck down in brotherly pairs

Convince each other of our despairs

Nothing’s really wrong except for everything

Nothing’s right are the songs we sing

Where’s the heifer? The paschal lamb?

Pass the pepper, and salt the scam

The apologetics, the false prophetics,

The stumbling along without prosthetics.

Its no wonder we aren’t one,

Except for when under the gun.

Not through the looking glass,

But into the mirror.

Alone alas

None too clearer

Two Worlds

2007-12-31T18:07:00.000-08:00

Prayer unto the Merciful;

In the name of Man:

Take her soul away today

Reveal the master plan.

Trapped in a vessel of mangled flesh

She is but innocence

Tapped of energies mind’s depressed

Hard to see the sense

Her mission none can comprehend

Perhaps to teach compassion

Now send her down unto her end

The vines have seen their rations

Perhaps it is but selfish instinct

To petition for such an act

But the High-Priest’s mother was succinct

Knowing none to argue the facts

One’s Mercy is another’s Justice

One’s Justice is another’s Mercy

I know not of cosmic scales

Nor the deeds they weigh

I know of sleepless wails

And machinations’ prey

From whence will come the maidservant

To smash an object on the ground

Release her from her torment

Distract the Sages’ sounds

She’d lift her 10 curled fingers

Towards the heights of heavens

May the melodious angelic singers

Usher her in “Peace” through Seven

House of Fire - House of Flame

2007-12-02T19:02:00.000-08:00

Oh my brothers how I love thee

Oh my brothers come complete me

I am not the pigeon-stool you think I am

I am not the foolish dreamer poet slam

Sons of servants see me as your kin

Sons of fervent fathers see your skin

Papa sent me from the Valley of Friends

Papa’s visions beheld not dead-ends

The kindly Master pointed in a direction

The kindly Master pointed to redemption

In the well from which it was propelled

In the shell from which I was expelled

Nomadic traders - long lost relations

Tragic traitors cast me into the lap of temptations

b'chezkas

2007-11-29T19:07:00.000-08:00

prolificity and profundity seldom in pairs

the truth between them splitting hairs

discharge of monumental proportions

heavenwards looking for the fortunes

worthless words like sheppards herds

blindly obeying lips directives invectives

chaotic jumble to humble the tongue

the very one that has sung

impediment before the ONE

cannot lead nor heed

for natures not begotten the deed

it must crumble and fall

though we stumble and crawl

from whence will leadership arise

it is not I that can bring demise

escape in birth the brutal edicts

royal garb commence self-evict

strike down the tyrant’s hand

flee the land

behold wondrous forms

amidst thistle and thorn

an eternal flame hallowed ground

external name narrowed found

proof! Before the elders

the doubters soul welders

mass revelation mass dedication

the only manner capable

of mass confirmation

return to the tribes

as one of them

bearing no bribes

no regal gems

I need my brother

Go to...

2007-06-27T07:43:00.000-07:00

The red thread of atonement

Tied to a scapegoat sent to Azazel:

Rationally inclined

Rationally of mind

Rationally designed

Emotionally confined

Emotionally maligned

Emotionally defined

Dangerously blind

Dangerously refined

Dangerously timed

Attainment

2007-06-27T07:30:00.000-07:00

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 realm

Like Aminadav’s son I will take the helm

Infinity

2007-06-26T19:21:00.000-07:00

Pray that it is the former…

“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

Rays of Dawn

2007-06-26T14:25:00.000-07:00

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”

Foundation Stone

2007-06-26T14:21:00.000-07:00

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

The Undeserving

2007-06-26T14:13:00.000-07:00

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 done

For He IS WAS and ALWAYS WILL BE

Edenic Plea

2007-06-26T14:03:00.000-07:00

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