"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Converging underneath your skin,
Points they vanish deep within,
Where still they fix you with a pin.
You feel a subtle tingle.
They reinstall their jingle,
As lies and truth they mingle.
The blanker state it reappears,
A state that they can shift and steer,
By spectacle and constant fear.
Pillars and clouds,
Ancient of Days,
Lies for the crowds,
Truth set ablaze.
Trickery’s fits,
Never stay pinned,
Man’s counterfeits,
Can’t cover sin.
Deep in our souls,
God’s fire and smoke,
Filling our holes,
Until we’re awoke.
Barry Jennings unawares,
He and Michael Hess,
Blown away their exit stairs,
Explosions he confessed,
Were under him, then hanging on,
Breaking out some glass,
Rescuers had come and gone,
Each tower it would pass.
Interviewed him on TV,
Escaping with his life.
A witness to conspiracy
Too hot his story iced.
Best ignore old building seven
Dust the others into piles,
Parts of people gone to heaven,
Hose from streets and domiciles.
Independent science folks,
Spotting iron within the clay,
Take away their microscopes,
Out of hand dismiss their say.
Frozen in the toxic blur,
Tiny elemental spheres,
Crazies they agree to spur,
Ending early their careers.
Airways clogged instilled the rush,
Buried there and caked with ash,
Traumatized we squint and hush,
Blind to where the truth they cache.
You’ve had an operation,
No chemical sedation.
Shock and awe has split your mind.
Now the truth you leave behind.
It happened when you were awake,
Early morning, few mistakes.
The probe inserted near the eye
Wiggled round till by and by,
The program once uploaded,
Hid buildings that exploded.
Suspects named before days end,
Television so pretend.
An operation in reverse
Psychologically perverse.
Larry’s ever clever,
Larry he’s a bandit.
Cranking with his lever,
Larry truth he cans it.
Flaming his endeavor,
Conspiracy he fans it,
Insured against attacks,
Double he demands it.
Ricocheted his word,
Larry’s magic bullet,
Shaken but not stirred,
Larry said “Just pull it”.
Drilling for their schemes
Signaling their teams
Billowing smoke screens
Mixing with our dreams
Shipping off the beams
Propaganda teams
Told us what was real
Shocked us made us squeal
Questioners suppressed
Kept the lid depressed
No one goes to jail
Guilty of fire sale
But wizardry does spell
Eternity in Hell.
Planar analysis,
Crooked nostalgia is
Our anesthetic.
Never forget it.
Bumpers and hubcaps
That litter the shoulder,
Remnants of mishaps
Some newer and older,
Stirring my thought
Of planes meeting steel,
Unbroken apart,
Inserted unreal.
Pillars and clouds,
Ancient of Days,
Lies for the crowds,
Truth set ablaze.
Trickery’s fits,
Never stay pinned,
Man’s counterfeits,
Can’t cover sin.
Deep in our souls,
God’s fire and smoke,
Filling our holes,
Until we’re awoke.
Cucumber Lodge 