Identity

Identity our enemy,
To otherness we wed,
Aimed at God our enmity
Alive but living dead.

Now what we are, we may not be,
Identified this way,
Each of us a deity
Just in the others way.

Licensed

When freed from God’s will,
We’re licensed to kill.
When freed from God’s Son,
We’re licensed to run,
Naked in space,
Around, or in place,
Lost with no head,
Freed, but still dead.

Marbled paper

Adrift, a draft, a raft,
A stationary float,
A water color craft,
A psychedelic boat.

Hyper reality

Super-sized our fiction,
Hyper our reality,
Shaping our addiction,
Rectangular neutrality,

Slick with little friction
Gathered our mentality,
Narrowing our vision
Crafting singularity,

Clumsy with precision,
Welcoming banality,
Blending contradictions,
Flexible moralities,

Adulterous affliction,
Craving triviality,
Owned our benediction,
Implicit our fatality.

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.

Problems

Problems difficult to solve,
Numbers how did they evolve?
Why do nature’s laws relate
To integers that we equate?

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.”

Apples sorted

Apples sorted good from bad,
Without God our thinking mad,
Obsolescent, passing fads,
Thoughtless deadbeats without Dad.

We like our dough

We like our dough, collective rolled,
We knead ourselves from deep within.
Softened up, in groups we’re sold,
Out to every other sin.

Same sex marriage legislated,
Outdating sex with gender,
On alert, against the hated,
Righteousness befriender.

http://www.ezrainstitute.ca/resource-library/lectures/biblical-sexuality-vs-plastic-sexuality

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