the mist settles down on the land the mist is from hell the mist covers us all the scent of death
the grim reaper rides behind the miss infecting those around him
the mark of death as the mist covers the land the end of the world comes with the mist from hell
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus
I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God Last night I had a vision from God it was his message to the world about this pandemic we are facing
I found myself in a large room Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle surrounded by the other Gods they were all there
Jesus on his right Allah on his left Buddha behind him Ganesh, Shiva, Kali Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets Gabriel and other angels abound St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient other gods all around him
God spoke up He said I have a message for you to give to your people all of your people
no matter what religion or no religion at all it is all one after all
first the corona virus is a natural phenomenon we have no control over forces of nature
and we did not send it to you to punish you for homosexuality or anything else at all
Second obey the health directives stay at home do your services on line it is okay with us we are fine with that
the blood of Jesus will not save you If you are in a crowded place like church or a mosque service the virus will spread and catch you in the end
Prayers alone will not save you but please keep praying we do listen to your prayers but we can only do so much
So please don’t allow the virus to spread because of your ignorance and fear
realize that in the end the virus will do its thing and you will survive
and we all the gods here love you humans
and wish you well so stay at home practice self distancing
It is God’s will all will survive
The Moment that changed my Life sonnet format
the moment that changed my life occurred in late August 1982 when the woman of my dreams came out of my dreams walking off a bus and into my life a few months later became my wife first dreamt of her in 1979 back in my high school day and I knew that some day I would meet the woman in my dreams and I did and that changed my fate when I met her that date
we must walk on an honest path in these dangerous times
cats are evil creatures from outer space
who can understand their alien thoughts where they came from and why are they here
are they part of an advanced team will the cats some day take over the world and turn us into their slaves
I have no answer but when i see the cats staring at me
I am afraid very afraid of the cats
God's Confession Dream 2058 GOD'S CONFESSION Submitted 4-6-2015 I was sitting along In a god forsaken bar Somewhere on the lunatic fringes Of society
On the bad part of town Over by railroad tracks Heading to hell As fast as I could drink it down
Enjoying my lonely drink Drinking by my lonesome self With my partners Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother And his old Granddad Just drinking and hanging With the Jack Daniel's gang
A crazed *** With a thousand year stare Walks up to me
He begins Muttering to himself Nutty nonsense Crazy words In a lunatic's voice
He had the look Of one possessed By his own demons That only he can see Or hear Possessed by a secret knowledge Only he knew
Despite myself I was fascinated By this lunatic's tale
So I stopped him And said So what's your game Anyway
The short little dude Stopped his insane prattle Starting at me With that thousand year old stare
Just another washed up Lunatic Too many drugs Too many bad nights On the wrong side of life
He looked at me And proclaimed his story
He reared up And filled up the room And lifted the bar On his finger And stared down at me From the sky
And said Since you asked I am God The alpha and Omega The real deal The original dude of dudes The sultan of Swing God of hosts And father of that Jesus dude
But no one knows me Any more No one cares They think I am irrelevant They think I am dead They think I am a fairy tale From some olden, ancient time
Some say I am dead Others think I should be dead That my work is done
I looked at him Carefully now And what did I see An old man With that lunatic look But there was something else
He was crazy Sure yes But perhaps he was the real deal
I mean why not Why would not God be A lunatic wandering around loose Talking to low lives like me In a bar On the way to hell
So I looked at him And invited him to share His tale of woe
God tells me Well, it's like this
Many a year ago People believed in me But one day They quit believing in me And they went on without me
As they left me My powers got weaker and weaker And so eventually I became What you see today
A broken down drunk Hanging out Looking for a hand out Looking for some company Or at least a free dinner
And he laughed and laughed And I looked at him And saw the beginnings of the end And the ends of the beginnings
I saw a million planets Flash by A billion people A trillion sentient beings Thinking all at once Thoughts filled my head Lights flashed And I knew He was telling the truth But it did not matter In this day and age Of materialism
God has no role God is truly dead And so I bought him a drink And walked out of the bar Profoundly sadden by what I had seen
Drinking My Way to the Highway to Hell it seems to me in these dark days that we are on the path to hell
as the virus chases all satan is smiling at the spreading chaos
the dogs of war are unleashed spreading panic as more people die
and as the gate of hell open in front of us we are all rushing down the path to hell
and so I sit in a bar twenty drinks too sober drinking my way to hell
Capitol Hill in the Spring Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017
Sitting on a bench In Lincoln Park
Heart of Capitol Hill Beating heart of the Empire On a warm Spring Day
Watching the Cherry trees Watching Me
Wondering what thoughts They must have heard The things they have seen Over the years
But they are quiet They do not say a word As I fall into my spring time dreams Sitting on that bench
Seeing the children and dogs play Looking at Spring flowers And pretty women As they stroll by Hearing the sounds of the city As I dream of my past life Memories of places and people
I said to myself What a wonderful life
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay - from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees
under the canopy of the pine trees we lay along the world peace forest in Korea
walking the forest in the spring time fearing the corona virus and everyone around us
watch the snowing cherry trees and the wind whispering the voices of ghosts those newly dead
and we lay down under the canopy of the pine trees waiting for our turn to face the grim reaper
in this dismal day in April truly the cruelest month of them all