Who Will Tell Me?

Tell me who will tell me where to go before the bell tolls,

And what angel will spread his tender wings in spring

To bring me back to you long after this sad song is sung,

When lying together will no more mean trying to love,

But tying our hearts together never denying affection

In an unending satisfaction in celestial fields of felicity, 

As we so supernally grow into one another for eternity . . .

Ah! Tell me who will tell me what to do to bring me back to you

 

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Unworthy … So They Say

Painful pronouncements dripping with sarcasm in personal condemnation

That my ears hear as fear someone may accept me with no payment plan

Despite years of reckless living while yearning for sublime love divine

In free gift given that they never imagine could be given to the likes of me

So they say not even Jesus will smile at me today in any affectionate way

Nor will the Prince of Peace grant peace to some ugly pauper so improper

And ask if such an undignified creature could expect proper acceptance 

In proper society with an eye to fly high above worldly din of confusion

Within the safe seclusion of the beating heart of the living life of heaven

And can such judgment be born as my heart is torn to bloody fragments

As the whole weight of guilt weighs me down just outside the gates of hell?

Wild Ride

Off the sidelines, wile ride, run and hide

But life won’t wait, boy, so take the bait

Of pumping adrenaline you can’t escape

Before we crash and burn in torn pages

Of all the past ages of history, our story,

An unexpected tale of historic confusion

With little expectation of any redemption

Yet will your love surely save our souls

From the hounds of hell on this wild ride

As we duck and hide and abide together

In some long lost forever land at hand

But still unseen on this wild ride of life

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Brothers

Comfort of brothers in true love’s hold forevermore

With no distance unbridgeable between two hearts

Beating together in symphonious adoration of joy

That comes when simply being together ~ brother

To brother ~ without another betwixt or between

To sever such an heavenly bond forged in the fires

Of eternal flames burning on the altars of Arcadia

As one rests so safely upon the bosom of the other

~ brother companions and lover friends evermore ~

Watchers Watching: Sound the Bell

Just close your eyes to sleep in sweet dreams from the cream of imagination

But your destination to damnation will not change for what you do not see

For the Watchers are here and there and everywhere so near my dear boy

And they love to toy with your immortal soul to punch a hole in your heart

At the start of another night of terror from which there is no escape flight

While they scream laughter to heighten the height of fear of the hereafter 

As close as the cold air you rhythmically suck into your now-burning lungs

Twisting and turning your mind into an altogether bind of hellish images

Which are now all-too real all to seal your earthly doom in your coffin bed

And how was it you never believed truth revealed down through the ages

That these dark Watchers are really real and always bound to be around?

So say night-night prayers and dare to be brave beneath layers of covers

For they’re coming in nightmare reality from which you will not wake … 

So sleep so silently, meekly mild child, if you can but watch for Watchers

For they are here for fear and ever so near but not for tears of repentance

They hunger for your very life bloodied by blade made in the fires of hell

So sound the bell now, child … sound the bell

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And They Sit in Darkness

With terror looking to endings they never make new beginnings
Unhinging rationality in dark expectation of fiery condemnation
Of the whole world into which they’ve been uncaringly thrown
With seeds of destruction already sown before the dawn of ages
So ancient sages taught while pointing to the coming of demons
Demanding their worth in worship as they feed on human flesh
With hope of salvation coming only after total decimation in fire
When the devil finally burns on funeral pyre in everlasting hell

Ah! All work before this grand last day is for them mere futility
Beneath the dark inscrutability of an uncaring god not daring
Any enterprise in saving such an otherwise beautiful creation
In which this deity delighted before s/he benighted humanity
To carefully rule an uncultivated earth predestined for decay
Or so they say as suspicions of efforts for tranquility increase
With persistent resistance to canorous concord among nations
With fear an anti-Christ is near at hand to demand allegiance

And so with such an apocalypse so certainly certain in view
Of such mournful souls the bell tolls for the death of all hope
As the scope of the sensibility of living life in loving delight
Whether night comes or day ever stays as bright as the Son
Continues to close with each turning page in advancing age
With but one purpose to die for yet none for which to exist
Because all was long ago lost to the tremendous cost of sin
Cursing humanity to ill-fate till finally comes the final end


Note: This is an attempt, however meagre or inadequate, to poetically present in stark terms the dangers inherent in overly pessimistic eschatology. Eschatology is just a fancy word referring to a spiritual-religious view (prediction, prophecy) of the end of the world — what it will look like, sound like, feel like … etc.

Specifically, some professing Christians are convinced that an anti-Christ, along with something or someone called “the Beast,” will sooner or later (probably sooner) take possession of the whole world, plunging it into utter darkness and evil, which will only end when Jesus returns and God completely destroys the world by fire. Not exactly an uplifting, hopeful vision for the future!

No wonder, then, these people place very little, if any, confidence in good and positive ventures; after all, they’re convinced everything’s going to hell in a handbasket anyway, so why try? More than this, however, many of them become suspicious — perhaps even paranoid — of any efforts toward peace and reconciliation within the human family. They see these as possibly being works of the anti-Christ in his goal to rule the earth.

Some even go so far as to actively oppose any and all efforts to better the world because they believe such efforts, if successful, would only postpone the return of Christ, which they long for above all else. As weird as it may seem, then, these self-professing followers of One who is called Prince of Peace, Everlasting Father, the Good Shepherd and Great Physician, Savior and Immanuel (meaning “God with us”), actually end up practically denying all of the hope and light and life he came to bring!

In their minds, darkness covers the world and will only tighten its death grip until the end comes when, by the way, the vast majority of humanity will perish and be condemned to an eternity in hell, (including the overwhelming majority of Jewish people, whom, interestingly enough, they claim to love and revere so very much!) Ah, truly not an uplifting perspective, but unfortunately it is one that has, to some degree or other, infected the whole of uniquely American spirituality. But enough of this explanation. You now get it! Cheers!

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Uncover Covered Secrets … And Dance!

Uncover covered secrets like opening closet doors

For no more is there fear in being near evermore

To truth unfurled like an unsullied flag of beauty

In now unhidden glory adorning your true nature

In nurture of gladness bringing peace to the soul

Filling the hole dug before by shameful hypocrisy

To now be free to be who and what you really are

And freely dance so freely in newly won freedom

Gained even in this world of shackles and chains