Fall in time

The author of confusion
Seeks to change the mind,
With language of illusion,
To which we are inclined.
 
Let go of the delusion,
Trauma his design.
The myth and its infusion,
The author serpentine.

Stood still

Media compliant,
Imaged the illusion,
Toads and moles reliant,
Guided the confusion.

Dizzied all the globe,
Shocked beyond their will,
Probed their frontal lobe,
They day the earth stood still.

Twins as art

Until you see the twins as art,
By masters of illusion,
You’ll presuppose they fell apart
Midst all the confusion.

His world

His world fully real,
We treat as illusion,
Willful we steal,
Project our delusion.

Take from His tree.
Evil deception,
Acting like God,
Immune to correction.

We suffer

We suffer rightfully befitting what is good.
He suffered wrongfully in our place He stood.

On top of spaghetti

Tempests we in teapots
Orbit as we scrimmage,
Blaspheme God above,
New improve our image,

Worshipping ourselves,
Letting off some steam,
We carbohydrate God,
And float Him in a dream.

A pasta monster muted,
Trapped in time and space,
Changeful, convoluted,
No mouth about his face,

Without a Word for man,
And fully mutable,
As patrons we demand
Our God consumable.

Without a God to serve,
We’ll serve ourself you see,
A dish of our construct,
One of banality.

One we may consume,
Served rightly to our taste,
One where there’s always room,
When in our belly placed.

Philippians 3:17-21 – “Brethren, be followers together of me, and mark them which walk so as ye have us for an ensample.(For many walk, of whom I have told you often, and now tell you even weeping, that they are the enemies of the cross of Christ: Whose end is destruction, whose God is their belly, and whose glory is in their shame, who mind earthly things.) For our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ: Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself.”

Taming madness

A stride along confusion
Art tempers vision strong
Along it’s own illusion
Claims space with a song.

Mobius

Mobius strip
Encrypting the loop
Scripted and flipped
Doubled a dupe

Shake and bake

Shiny shallow news cartoons
Shaking down our living rooms,
Keeping truth suppressed,
Baking us distressed.

Church and Vesey

Church and Vesey’s pantomime
Human sacrifice sublime
Northwoods back in Fifty two
Laying out just how and who
Would advance the truth unsaid
As a the nation lost its head
Just the fuse to start the feast
Penetrate the middle east
Quote the scriptures for against
Totally contrived pretense
Masses fully hypnotized
Saw it all before their eyes
As the spell begins to thin
Mysteries with planes again
Coming into view on cue
Counting backwards buildings who
Fell without resistance
Blindfolded from a distance