The Church on Normandy Avenue

They all wear the face kept by the door and greet the day with a smile.
Meeting at the same place every Sunday at eight
forgetting their woes and wants, they all come together and pray.
While some pray for life, and others forgiveness,
we all pray at the church on Normandy Avenue.
Those scorned, scared, and tortured mingle with the whole, pure, and untouched.
Each night becomes a battle ground, clinging to the extinct like it’s the last breath.
Surrounded by friends in hopes their shadows will eclipse the sorrow,
waiting for the sands of time to cover a distressful past.
Some pray for friends and some pray for enemies,
but we all pray at the church on Normandy Avenue.
Living day to day at the speed of light by the grace of a higher force.
Making peace while thriving on chaos, silencing the doubt with possibilities of the future.
Counting the blessings received and giving to those in need
some pray for peace and others a peace maker.
Some pray for angels and some pray for a savior
but we all come together at the church on Normandy Avenue
and we all pray at the church on Normandy Avenue.

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The sheep keep coming while the wheels keep turning
as I wait for the package of stardust and dreams
in bed, on the couch, and at the kitchen table.
What will I dream, who will be there, and where will I be?
Between now, then, and again the thoughts barrel through my brain like a freight train.
Searching high and low for the elusive, never thought 50 winks could be so hard.
Trying, hoping that I’d tire and slip in deep.
Toss and turn, as the sands of time run toward the dawn.
Wandering the day like the living dead while time stands still.
Every catatonic step, sinking deeper and deeper into insanity.
Staring blankly into a black screen day dreaming about a distant land.
The journey between lands is endless, and I’m cursed to wander.
Night falls, and the struggle begins with the prize a layer of skin away.
As the cat sleeps in the twilight glow, images flow into a sea of white,
Mapped by lines of longitude, ghastly lists clanking chains, taunting.
3 A.M. still no go, when will the hour be when I’m gone?
Five A.M., I tell myself I’ll get it right next time around.

Forest of Betrayal

You keep your friends close but your enemies closer.
Paving a path obscured by brush and making vague references to the path I must follow.
So you sell me a map that’s not for this path.
Along the way, the trees speak unspoken words that burn the ears.
I’ve met the wise who’ve held ancient tomes, weighed down by the righteous.
Trying hard to in stow fear on those around, keeping them running and keeping you safe
High above in a an ivory tower, where you sit and control the river.
Bitter betrayals have poisoned the waters and tainted minds.
As the salts of deceit eat the walls, your tower begins to topple.
All that I’ve sought was right in front of me and no story could do just.
People like nature can’t be controlled.
In the end the river of truth, pure and free to flow once again, meets the sea.

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We were many of many, but now we’re one from two.
Lost in your gaze, through the haze, to Summerland.
Your smile lights the way, around each corner ensuring a safe journey.
Arriving, you speak the words only privileged ears can hear.
Spread your silver wings and take me high, so we can touch the sun.
Past the moon and into the stars, further and further until we tire and fall back to the earth.
Falling fast, until our love shines brightest in the daytime sky.
As we reach the ground, our minds, hearts, and soul meld to become one;
An impact on this world seen from the heavens, together as one, bound by love.
No blade can severe these ties of a higher plain.
Together we walk, and together we change the face of this on which we walk.
Step by step, until the end of time, we travel these sands until the day we die.
Behind we leave, a path for the disparate to fuse together as a whole.
From high above, we look down at the masterpiece we’ve given to the universe.

Words antonyms of action
All that’s said and all that’s done, confuse
And this game is no fun with these rules
This story has no plot and the characters weak.
Led to believe there’s a chance against the master.
When I think I’m wining the rules change again.
Then I find myself right back at the start.
I’ve lost all sensibility trying to see where it went wrong.
Now it’s game over, time to start anew,
But this time we play by my rules.
This time it’s my turn to win
Driven to the edge again, boxed in with nowhere to go again.
A man’s only as strong as his will,
His fire as strong as his desire to live in sanity
I’ve severed the ties that bind, cut the anchor that kept me down.
You’ve tried to break down my will
You try to remind me of the good times
I’ve moved on to better things

Country Conspiracy

Woke up on the couch and couldn’t figure out why I slept alone.
I was kept warm by the empty beer bottles.
As I stumbled to the bathroom still drunk off my ass;
I had a vision of a man in a robe. Then he took me into his ship,
bent over on a cold table, while the little gray men came to probe my little bum.

JFK was shot by the CIA, and the truth can still be told by George.
Then the shrubbery wizened up and took over the treasury.
Now it’s run by the Department of Homeland Security.
If you know too much and you speak your mind then you’re hating on the free.

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Well my wife is a cheating whore, and the yeti stole my truck.
It’s all ok because I can still spoon with my dog.
An inbred hick from the south just proud to be American.
We all drink the nanobot infested water, that keeps our minds dull,
while Brett Farve hoses the non-believers down with a fire hose.
Whatever happens I know it’s going to be alright, because I got my homie Jesus in my heart.

Reptilian shape shifting alien Jesus knights that came from the sky now run the government.
Taking babies to make hybrid aliens that’ll survive the interstellar plague.
When that day arrives, the yeti will pick me up in my stolen truck
then we’ll run over my ex-wife, then we’ll rejoice in the hills singing hymns of all sorts.

Lust

Eyes fall then the world came crashing down and
preachers spinning Jesus from their self-righteous lips.
The infected hearts have all seven deadly strains,
enticing the sick with your flesh, and the devil proud of your promiscuity.
Navigating fast in Hell’s high waters to an early grave.
The day the dead laid out for the Holly to count,
eternal thirst brought upon a feverish sin cleaning the damned.
No shelter will keep the guilty as blood falls to the earth.
The ill can only think about you laid out for a feast.
Inside you and there’s no turning back now.
Your lips on their tongue, all their fantasies become a reality.
Waking bodies aching for another fix, just one more taste of you.
They all sold their souls out of lust.
On their knees praying while you scream for their savior
Fingers run down their backs chased by blood
You’ve got god to turn his back and left their children to their desires.

Lust

The day I set eyes on you I knew the world was coming down.
Preachers spewing Jesus from their self-righteous lips
Infected hearts by one of seven deadly strains
Enticing me with your flesh, the devil would be proud of your promiscuity.
Sailing fast in hells waters to an early grave dug by sin
The day the dead was laid out, the second I sighed
Eternal thirst, slithering snakes and echoing voices
Bleeding skies, shelters won’t keep the guilt safe
All I can think about you body laid out for the feast
Insecurities checked at the door when inside of you.
Your lips on my tongue, all dreams turn to fantasy.
Waking to a body aching for another of your fixes.
We both sold our souls, both gave into lust.
I’m on my knees praying while you scream out for a savior
Fingers run down my back chased by blood
God turned his back and left the children to their game.

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I lost a lover who was the mother of a child that thought of me as a father.

Together they taught me what it means to be a man,

to fend for a family I’d never thought I’d have.

Heart beats and sighs, hours lost staring in her eyes, while distant voices are lost at sea.

No earthly chains kept them from walking through each other’s dreams.

Each passing day he discovered something new about her.

Tears from the sky, tore the lands apart as they said their last good goodbyes.

A broken man wanders a broken land with a picture of what once was burned inside his head.

Along the road they traveled together, he sings her favorite songs remembering,

that he once had a woman he loved that was the mother of a child who thought of him as a father.

Testimony

I have seen one thousand and one moons while running from the unholy voice and preaching wolves.

This book I’ve bound in blackened Earth holds horrors unknown to man.

Witten in this book I’ve laid my heavy soil out in blood for you to weigh on the pages.

In seven years from home I have lost my friends and family.

I have trodded though all seven zones, and decended into death and Eternal thirst,

 seen lands mysterious to maps where demons with forgotten names reign.

Trembled before gods and raised the dead for the formula to pass into IGIGI,

and found the seals of MASSHU; ARRA, AGGA, and BANDAR.

Finally after one thoughsand and one moons KTHULU stares up through the veils.

Beware of the horrors from above….