"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
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.
Truth—is as old as God—
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity—
And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.
If honesty be your retreat,
Unheard will go your say.
Hyperbole is their repeat.
Truth’s bottled up this way.
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.
Sight for the blind,
Blending not bending,
Deep in the mind,
Presented pretending.
To still the time they are inclined,
To traumatize with shock and awe,
To insert scripts that leave us flipped,
To stop our clocks and lock our jaw.
Cucumber Lodge 