The one who PRAYS only for PRAISE
will never RAISE to see the RAYS
just a ROLE to help you ROLL
falling in the WHOLE ****** HOLE

you will WAIT to feel the WEIGHT
a slow GAIT toward the GATE
you say No to what you say you KNOW
then it's "OH no you still OWE"

when I wake up
it's time to bake up
one hit
the world starts to break up

when I get up
I bust a hit up
inhale
then feel what I lit up

walk a mile in my shoes
there's a trip line at every step
you'll slip in the puddles
of the tears I've wept

walk a mile in my shoes
with soles that are worn thin
every little pebble
feels like a stone within

walk a mile in my shoes
every corner is a stubbing toe
feel the gravity's power
only then you'll know

Tender weather summer
slumber ponder hunger
cover wonder lover
runner hunter comer

mainly gravely greatly
rainy daily ready
achy heavy crazy
lazy safety lately

hunted spotted haunted
solid gauntlet granted
plotted started halted
flawless gunner wanted

the sun rises every day
just looking for something to shine on
warmth and light takes the darkness away
brightening the thoughts I have my mind on

Snow caps gleam like lighthouse beams
to a drifting vessel, all alone
the sights I see in all my dreams
now, I am coming home

the forest floor beckons me more
than concrete streets, hard as stone
what's in store, more than before
finding dreams on my own

Taste me
you have never tasted bitter before
face me
i am every bullet in every war
waste me
since you dont know what i am for

encase me
try to make me fit in a mold
embrace me
i will cut off the hand you hold
replace me
another card into the fold

erased me
you tried to take me away
defaced me
the image will always stay
disgraced me
the said already had its say

if I had the ways and means
I'd take you sailing on a yacht
we would sail across the seas
but my heart is all I've got

if I had a million bucks
I'd buy a world just for you
a planet that is fit for us
where the sky is always blue

if I had the ways and means
I could get us our own spot
I could buy a lot of dreams
but my heart is all I've got

as the silken webs stick to you
an ignorant bliss is written in your eyes
you are stricken by a venom inflicted
you're caught in a web of lies

there's a difference between visible and hidden
a difference between spiders and flies
you're a victim of innocence once bitten
you're caught in a web of lies

I know two older men that I used to care about, that go to the ER about 100 times each per year. Costing 100's of thousands of dollars to medicaid and medicare. As far as I know they never really paid taxes, which really doesn't matter to me. They go to the ER, only to be sent home, as their insurance is billed. One of the men, went to a local doctor 4 times in past two months...the 4th time they said they found a spot on his lungs, and he needed to come back and have it checked. He went yesterday to have it checked, and I am sure they will find it has gotten worse. Anyhow, he was at the ER twice today with breathing problems and high blood pressure. I had told him two years ago that if he keeps going to the doctor, they will find something. What we choose to think about always becomes more intense. If it is disease we think of, we get disease. He is all to pieces and I can't say I care, since this man watched me stop taking heart meds that they claimed kept me alive, and that was two years ago. He uses the local Catholic charity constantly to get free food, and then ends up at a Catholic hospital, sick. We manufacture sickness and wellness within ourselves. No faith needed...just belief. Our biology is what we believe it is. We are the only animal who can supposedly die of millions of different diseases. Think.

who paved the way that we feign?
we face the days and smile in pain
please take away this stain retained
we need to break these chains we claim
facing a hell in heaven's name
let us stay within a grace maintained
we know we won't face this pain in vain
we put our faith in a weightless reign

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It's dead it's dead, the wicked witch is dead
the tricky ***** is fed
the sticky twitch has bled

she's gone she's gone, lying on the lawn
the trying of the brawn
the dying of the fawn

it's time it's time, for the last in line
for the blast in mind
for the past behind

it's near it's near, a new day is near
the true grey is clear
the new way is here

By the light of the moon
the twisting begins inside
the change is coming soon
then there's nowhere to hide

a contortion of the soul
a changing of the mind
as the hair and teeth grow
thoughts become so unkind

now the change is complete
this village fills with doom
claws on its hands and feet
as it runs among the gloom

a victim is torn to shreds
we hear the desperate cries
hiding in our beds
and covering up our eyes

I found a place for me
it feels so free and deep
underneath the sea
I found a place to sleep

washing over my body
waves of cleansing grace
briny hands carry me away
I won't leave a trace

caught in the undertow
my body is yours to keep
within the ebb and flow
I found a place to sleep

In a city where jobs are few, and people are many
it would be hard to see yourself winning
when you need money and don't have any
the clocks against you from the beginning

what can a man do, just to get by
what can a man do to be somebody
what can a man do to change his life
what can a man do

selling cigarettes that he calls loosies
maybe he can make himself a dollar
that all depends on who sees
it might be okay if you're the right color

jailed twice for trying to make a living
but in the black, the blue is hidden
seen by the eyes of the unforgiving
just trying to get by is forbidden

with no warrant and no good reason
it's just encroachment on our freedom
tired of the way they treat him
he fought back, they called it treason

a battle he could never win

I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breath, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe

what can a man do to catch his breath
what can a man do to make a buck
what can a man do to avoid his death
what can a man do

(this is about Eric Garner, a man who had been arrested twice for selling single cigarettes in a poverty stricken nation. The fourth time the police approached him, he was tired of it, so he wasn't going to jail so easily. The law states that they must have a warrant or a reasonable cause, before they can arrest someone. They tackled Eric, and choked him to death. In the same city, many crimes are unsolved while this goes on. The video of the police killing Eric garner can be found on youtube)

if what doesn't **** me makes me stronger
why do i feel like i'm a goner
i still ache from pain i ponder
i don't know if i can hold on much longer

if what doesn't **** me makes me better
why does my heart feel like leather
i still feel every trauma ever
i don't know if i can feel pleasure

What goes around comes around
around here that's what i found
found that they put you down
down so low it makes you frown
frown is worn just like a crown
crown the king, not the clown
clown me out and i am bound
bound to sink until i'm drowned
drowned in sorrow, tightly wound
wound up

My grandma was the only one I remember being consistent with the things she said and did. The only one. I watch others change belief in a heartbeat. I know because it was my heartbeat. My grandma told me it ain't right to hate something that I don't understand. I took that to heartbeat and haven't changed it. The problem I see is that others hate what they don't understand...and they don't understand anything.

what is the basis of love?
how is love really defined?
is it a real emotion, or only in our minds?

what is a real emotion?
which thoughts are best ignored?
what is already paid for is what we can't afford

where is love's premises?
how could I find the signs?
is it a real emotion, or only in our minds?

we need to change our misconception
we need to change our beliefs
we have to get past the surface
to what lies beneath

we don't live by our own perception
eyes are eyes, teeth are teeth
we are all so blind to seeing
what lies beneath

(a narcissistic god)

I am ice and I am fire
I am the beginning and the end
sacrifice for my desire
or never get to where you begin...

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that sunset used to be mine
I ruled over all the land
the beginning of thought and time
it doesn't belong to man

(a miracle - let the shepherd do his work)

a miracle, a ******'s child
all hail the king of kings
let all that is wild
see what tomorrow brings

dont question what came before
close your eyes to the past
close every open door
I am here to rule at last

(miracles)

I can walk on water
or turn it into wine
I am god's lamb for slaughter
he is the father of mine



(a sacrificial lamb)

all hope is lost
a backfired plan
put him on the cross
... **** the son of man...

father why have you forsaken me?


(he has risen)

forces beyond the power of man
who has rolled back this stone?
it's been pushed by god's own hand
I am god and god alone!

(the holy spirit)

the holy spirit is all around
holding power over death, hell, and the grave
now the believers hands are bound
you can suffer or you can be saved

(followers)

even though we all have faith
we can't possibly obey all these rules
it's best to pray, just in case
then we can just pick and choose

(narcissistic man)

I have to find what suits me
inside of these words of scripture
some things I just can't see
so I paint my own picture

(a dying god)

I have been taken for granted
as I just wither away
though my rules have been recanted
I am going to have my day

when i am dead and gone
never shed a tear
i'm just not that strong
i don't want to be here

on my dying day
laugh, sing, and dance
no use to pray
i never stood a chance

when the love is gone
you grit your teeth
you curse the sky
you fall beneath

when the love is gone
you close your eyes
you tell yourself
no more goodbyes

when the love is gone
you're on your own
you look around
you're all alone

when the streamer met a dreamer
all this must be really real
your game puts all the guys to shame
your voice feels like i really feel

when you called me your wild daisy
i hope all the others heard
baby i'm not that crazy
baby don't take the other's word

if only he could see her
he'd see who she really was
he wouldn't wanna be her
nobody really does

in the highlands, on top of a hill
it sits like a castle of broken will
closed for years, it's occupied still
by lowly souls who are unfulfilled

the chains and shackles redeem their pain
they rattle with rusty dying moans
the empty corridors scream in vain
these tortured souls are still alone

the ***** tables and ****** straps
can no longer hold the desperate minds
misery and death, in human traps
hands can't pray when tied in binds

they scream their stories into my ear
they show the scenes to my crying eyes
ghosts of doom, torture, and fear
stuck in between, where angels never fly

in the highlands, on top of a hill
it sits like a castle of broken will
closed for years, it's occupied still
by lowly souls who are unfulfilled

Where i go when i'm gone
on this lonely road i'm on
within the lines that are drawn
another night and another dawn

where i go when i'm away
on this lonely road i stay
without a bed where i can lay
another night and another day

i am crying out loud
it falls on deaf ears
my pain is avowed
but only death hears

air is just a cloud
which my breath fears
my end is my shroud
created by less cares

this agony is endowed
tested by my best years
only silence is allowed
where only death hears

(A big thank you to all the ones who have ever read my words)

Marching off to the abyss with a fallen face
to be gone forever and lost without a trace
filled with discontent felt for losing the race
tired, legs are dead, can't keep up the pace

coffins inside of a coffin, a horrendous fate
suffering, sentenced to dying at a slow rate
too proud to end the suffering, so they wait
like broken and lost angels standing at the gate

dragging feet heard through the grapevines
sifting through the same obsolete lines
sitting on top of their own last human signs
not even moving as their hope declines

If love were ever alive, it was alive inside of our hearts
maybe where one love leaves off, another love soon starts
that doesn't mean that there's no pain, yes it really smarts
maybe one heart can be put back together, where the other parts

who killed the songbird?
someone clipped her wings
now she can't fly
she never ever sings

who killed the songbird?
they cut off her tongue
now all she can manage
is a melancholy hum

who killed the songbird?
made her spirit die
never again to sing
never again to fly

Why bother with a dollar when you can get down in the holler
play in the water with an otter and every other crawler
just like my father, who was half hillbilly half ***** collar
looking at a picture so much smaller, like a backwoods scholar

hello, i am manager Skip Hopper, here are your team rules for baseball. follow these rules and then follow the base line home

first you need a home plate
then you measure the space between the base
then we must put the base in the proper place

ok slugger, the players have rules
please stand for the national anthem of your country
after all, it is your country, even more so than corruption's country
look at all your fellow countrymen, who came to see you
that's your photo on a sports card, and your name in lights
those racists and haters are afraid of the lights
you must have a lot of power, please don't choke
only in the country that old stars and stripes flies over
would you even have a right to sit down when a nation stands
don't stand for the flag, stand for your right to choose
after all, is it not a signal from your brain that you follow?
you have more white people on your side than a lot of white people have

even if it is a white man signing your paycheck, it's all the more polar opposite of what is for some.
plus you think the kids want that white to sign a ball?
my team plays ball, and not politics
then my team shares with all races and colors
my team looks to win, on and off the field
welcome to team victory!

you'll bat first until you show me that home run capability

watch the ball and the pitcher
do what you have to do, even if you have to take a pitch to the arm
get to the first base, and lay claim to it
don't get attached to that base
a base is just a rest stop on the way to home
after today, we will no longer call it a base
think of it as a step on your front porch
calling it a base is like calling a baseball bat a baseball glove
now, the team is counting on you to get to first
then you have to count on your team to bring you home
this whole stadium is full of team members too
this whole league is on your team, in ways
the guy who makes the season schedule has a certain amount of teams
he must arrange the schedule according to us, and then do the hard part
math...
you know us dumb jocks can't do math, or much else really
that's why it's all about the numbers guys sometimes, too
why do you think we wear numbers
everything has to have a system to work properly
there may be some rules or players that you don't like

I don't like a 1st step, or 3rd step coach myself
after all, that's kind of undermining the manager
we don't need them looking over anyone's shoulder
that kind of **** even makes me nervous
i'm not the type of manager that looks over my team's shoulder

everyone wants a title...standing there just to tell you to go
that would be a fan
like i'm gonna just split my job three ways?
then hire people to stand on the steps of your porch?
and they're gonna tell you how to get home, when you are home?
i hired two guys who are into that "curling" crap
that is not a man's game
plus, why doesn't the guy with the broom sweep before the guy pushes that thing that is round
a puck maybe? it's not round, but i guess the circumference is a perfect circle
now a baseball, that is round
anyhow, i gave them their titles they wanted

head coach of ball scratching affairs
and head coach of spit buckets
it's so funny to see them be so serious about sweeping and ****
they concentrate so hard that i think they could scratch that spot on a player's *****
that spot that the players can't seem to scratch
who knows, i will tell head (ball boy) coach to look for *****
they're just like all canadians...innocent
i can't figure why a baseball team has a better flag though
a maple leaf? take off aaayyy

call everything by a sensible name

they call a rubber thing a base, and they call home a plate
see, a base is something you spend time on
a plate is something you clean twice during, and after a meal
well, on our team we try to keep the the next guy in line fed'
so, he is on your steps and it's as easy as handing him the plate
knowing you and your family have more than enough
knowing your fellow batters will hand you a plate when you're on their steps

remember, you don't follow the rules...
you step up to the plate, and the rules follow

it's really all about the fans

they are our world, and when our world does good
the cheers turn into waves and vibrations
like a fine machine, the sound becomes a hum
you can literally see the waves travel through the stadium

maybe this will catch on again

those waves travel beyond our world
just maybe some little green men will take notice
maybe they will respect us for how we make a diamond into a circle
or just maybe the world series will be known as the universal series
we could really use some competition

these other managers think they are so great
but one loss and they pinch their hitters and runners
then they try to change the rotation
you can't change a dang rotation without stopping
well, in our world, we have faith in the rotation
i also have faith in each player, and as our whole team
we are whole, keep that in mind always

that's why our team is called the country whole
plus, just naming it that, the whole country got tricked
they used to think we were tobacco spitting country boys
that positive energy really is like a snowball going downhill

our two head coaches love snow and hills
haha...everyone from canada is a comedian without trying
the great white north huh?
let's hear it for cheese curds and hat tricks
this is baseball and apple pie land
and by the way canada...

why aren't there any canadians on your major league baseball teams?
you make it hard to call it the world series
you also made ham and called it bacon

sorry slugger, sore spot...but anyhow

we all have a job to do, and doing it right is always a self win
counting on others, and trusting them to do their job, makes your job easier

there are a lot of rubber arms
they will be throwing all kinds of curves at you
only swing at pitches that are in your strike zone
never swing at breaking ***** and they can't break you

now, get out there and get a hit, walk, or home run
see you around the home slugger...know this

i guess my managing isn't needed here
i'm headed to club to watch in comfort
i don't know why people miss out on so much to be at the game
i'm a fan more than i am a manager
either way, we all know what's going to happen every time
we will extend our undefeated streak another game
like a fine oiled machine
making a perfect circle out of a diamond
while canadians scratch our ***** like fine oiled curlers
haha, scratching so seriously like that kills me

my team is awesome!

remember, this is not america's game
it's not baseball, and we know that
base and ball touch and you're out
then you'll run from a base and be shot by military police for going awol
just kidding slugger, tell the team i say hi and thanks for being on the team
i will tell the rest of the home team at that press conference *******

welcome to the big leagues kid

play ball!

take me out to the bar!

proverbs, old sayings by the sage and sagebrush...don't be a sagebrush

i had to let some go to make me and the other ******* whole

see poem, "proverbs, my ***"

i think they understand that all religion says that the earth is god, and man is his son

there are laws made by man, and laws made by nature...both can make us whole, and both can make us salt

salt of the earth - salt is white when dry, but when mixed in, it makes a whole without color

earth - ground

window
i          i
n         n
d         d
o         o
window

the wood is cracking
the paint is old and worn away
lost in footsteps of forever
there's still spirits, here to stay

you can see visions
in the smoke cloud window glass
lost in smudges of evermore
wayward spirits of the past

counting on an education
it's like counting up to ten
following the mental regulation
it's like going up, then down again

the dream of a reputation
turns into a nightmare life
flying on wings of trepidation
it only leads to falling on a knife

The snow blowing across this here land
is the work of mother nature's hand
even though some may not understand
she has power and a natural plan

even though the frozen ground is hard
it will not leave this earth scarred
she never leaves a single thing marred
because she is always on guard

she goes through this change every year
and there's no reason for us to fear
around the corner, change will be here
don't you worry, spring is near

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when she is done with the cold
a new story will be told
a new world will soon unfold
in with the new, out with the old

i crept up like a shadow
in unison with sunshine's rays
through fields left fallow
slowly on a deer made maze

i approach the water
eyes focus on the mountain brook
my excitement gets stronger
just close enough to have a look

i cast into tails of rapids
hoping for the rising sight
that's when it quickly happens
a trout moves to take a bite

i set the hook on my prey
nature goes along with my plans
it really is a perfect day
when you hold a rainbow in your hands

held up in suspension
just beyond my senses
experience out of body
without any defenses

my mind starts to travel
awakened by the sound
secrets start to unravel
and my senses come around

the sound of perfection
the voice i hear repeating
upward in direction
my soul and sky are meeting

in a glimpse of a moment
a home for the drifter
under the breath of an angel
within a saint's whisper

take a course and forget what that course meant
take a job with the code enforcement
make a code and brutally enforce it
lead a horse, don't know where that horse went

sleeping dogs have the sharpest teeth
with a hunger from the heart beneath
who better could ever deserve this land
government visionary missionary businessman

make up a law just to break it
put it to sleep and then you wake it
take away and over-take it
it's my bedroll, let me make it

take a bow your job is done so keep it
make a candlestick and try to leap it
pull the wool down then fleece it
lead the sheep, forget where the sheep went

I'm just a citizen with no names to mention
no one is to blame for the hate and the tension
measuring success by how the other falls
he's got the world by the *****

snowflakes, cupcakes, makes me cold and hungry
no one is to blame for the lust of the money
success is measured by your picture on the walls
he's got the world by the *****

the best present is the gift of presence

if you only knew all you can do
then your god might kneel to you
it's not love that can see us through
how does that love feel to you

love is faith without understanding
which i guess is less demanding
nature is the only thing unconditional
every thought that is non traditional

plastic seats for plastic *****
teaching anti-knowledge in those classes
saying learning is fundamental
turning your mind into a rental

from the infector to effector
sent to **** your only protector
your mind is your future's projection
it's a computer until they upload infection

if you only knew all you can do
then your god might kneel to you
it's not love that can see us through
how does that love feel to you


effector - an ***** or cell that acts in response to a stimulus

Don't be walking in the dark
even in the park
you will be torn apart
and shredded!
he is like a land shark
he always hits his mark
his blade is so sharp
beheaded!
he has a beating heart
but no mercy will embark
fast as a dart
regretted
even though he is smart
death is his art
terror from the start
he's dreaded

vicious is his blade
your grave is already made
dues will be paid
no fighting
his plan is all laid
death is his trade
your life will soon fade
deciding
your blood will be sprayed
your body displayed
you have betrayed
no hiding
prepare for the raid
prayers should be prayed
your fate has been weighed
the righting

How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...

Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...

I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...

I must have taken a wrong turn
I'll re-chart my course just in case
I feel such a strong burn
to find myself another place

Spaced out, my mind isn't here
it is travelling between the pain and the fear
placed doubt, is a buzzing in my ears
day after day, and year after year