God is not dead
And neither is His word
It is open for all to receive
Not just a Christian nerd

God’s Sabbath is not dead
It has lasted since the start
The Bible and Dictionary state it’s Saturday
There’s no need to be degree smart

The Passover is not dead
It is the way to be saved
Only once, it’s celebrated each year
When the wages of sin can be waived

The celebration of Christmas is dead
For Christ wasn’t given life on this day
The shepherds were watching the flocks by night
But out in the cold of winter, they didn’t stay

Your soul is not yet dead
Just keep God’s everlasting command
Come to His great mountain, Zion
To learn how to rise up to our land

I surely am not dead
For I know God’s new name
I believe in my Heavenly Mother
And I pray you’ll do the same

How are Superman and Jesus alike
A comparison you’ve never heard before
They have many differences
But similarities… there are so much more

They’re known to be the hero
In the comic books and the Bible
They both fight all traces of evil
And they’re both very reliable

Like Superman, Jesus will save you from pain
But he wasn’t foretold to fly
Even though Jesus doesn’t soar through the skies
He is everywhere – low and high

Superman comes to your rescue
Jesus patiently waits for your call
He is in many places at once
And He would never let you fall

Superman is part of the Justice League
And Jesus is part of the Trinity
Superman is from outer space
But Jesus was born on Earth in divinity

Jesus might not have been the strongest man
But he doesn’t weaken from a green rock
He is all powerful and the Son of the Creator
And He chooses who in Heaven will dock

If we can love a fictional character
Then why not believe and trust our Savior
For if you don’t accept Him in your life
He cannot do you a favor

Superman might be invulnerable
But you won’t live forever
So help Jesus help you
So you may live with Him together

i am hallowed and hollow.
a divine being with
something to **** for.

trapped in a flesh cage
i am wild and furious
desperate to be freed.
desperate to be
        violent.

lightning struck me in my
angel childhood
left me with shattered wings
and electric human blood.
i am something in between.

i wish i could meet my match.
i wish i could fight him.
i wish i could win.

i am made of heaven and stardust.
of flesh and bone.
i am made of something inorgnanic,
something untouchable.
if you touch me,
you
will
burn.

From those around...
I hear a cry...
Oh God! Oh God!
My eyes are blind...

From those around..
I hear a cry,
A muffled sob,
A hopeless sigh,
I hear their footsteps leaving slow..
and then I know my soul must fly!

A chilly wind begins to blow,
Within my soul from head to toe,
and then last breath escapes my lips,
It's time to leave and I must go!

So, it is true but it's too late,
They said: "Each soul has its *Given Date",
When it must leave its body's core,
and meet with its Eternal Fate.

Oh! mark the words I do say,
Who knows tomorrow could be your Day,
At last it comes to Heaven or Hell,
Decide which now do NOT delay!

Come on my brothers let us pray,
Decide which now do not delay!

Oh God! Oh God! I cannot see,
My eyes are blind! am I still me?
or has my soul been led astray,
and forced to pay a priceless fee?

Alas to dust we all return,
Some shall *rejoice while others *burn,
If only I knew that before,
The line grew short and came my Turn!

And now, as beneath the sod,
They lay me with my *record flawed,
They cry not knowing I cry worse,
For they go home.. I face my God!

They. Whomever They are have a weapon aimed at the back of my neck, its warm, unsettling even. Reminds me of when I, along with many others, witnessed the ****** of Dean Warwick when he was giving a presentation at a conspiracy conference back in 2006 (link will be included at the End of this Chapter).

Yes. The Narrator is here dear reader, just for you. My mother isn't here though. Or maybe she is. Could be she is everywhere and nowhere. Are we even here ? We believe we are here - but in the middle of belief is a LIE (a John Trudell observation). This. THIS. May be a ******* dream, OR should that read NIGHTMARE.

I spoke about my mother in the introduction. I still have issues. Guess you can tell huh !

I Am the Narrator. I narrate. NARRATE. YOU read and make of these words what you will. But choose very carefully what drawer you place these words in.

I hear music. Can you hear it dear reader ? A fusion of  jazz and metal. Nice. What ! You can't ! Are you ******* deaf ? Have you not attuned into our comfy little twilight zone with fluffy pink sheep ? Can you not see the pervy creepy priest nailed to his crucifix made from shrapnel ? And no ! I am not Jesus ******* Christ. Their never was a Jesus ******* Christ. And the same goes for GOD ! Its a mind **** - religion. It is a toxic disease with a twist and a tease. Heaven and hell, trick or treat. NEAT.

I Am. CONSCIOUSNESS.
I AM.
Consciousness.
To deny that I AM CONSCIOUSNESS I have to be HERE. THERE. EVERYWHERE. NOWHERE.

What a rambling rumble of trash, I the Narrator spews forth; and yet, yes and YET - if you are OPEN to what is being written you will remain none the wiser. Maybe these written words should carry a public health warning.

I, the Narrator do not bind myself up in what is labeled POLITICAL CORRECTNESS. NO ! Why should I ? I am the Narrator, and you - YES YOU - are the reader, my reader. Until you bail out. Bankers always get BAILED out because we - WE are too ******* timid to say NO !

The suits
preen themselves
climaxing in front of mirrors
on a daily basis
the suits
falsely crown themselves
and think they are so ******* cute

BUT. We let them. The politicians. The bankers. The priests. The MAFIA of our SOULS(credit to Osho for that one).

And so. Its TIME. No it isn't. Its a ******* DREAM, but sadly more of a NIGHTMARE. But WE can CHANGE this. THIS. Yes we can. Don't believe we can - DO WE CAN. No more whining, unlike The Shining with here's Johnny.

Once upon a time
a circle gave birth
to a line
and we all
rubbed it out.

Well folks I, the Narrator has decided to bring an end. END. To CHAPTER 1.

Thank you most sincerely for reading these words. Many more will follow, and there will be casualties. However, as this is a DREAM *** NIGHTMARE, its all MAKE beLIEve. Who ******* cares ?

I, the Narrator, is smoking a **** good cigar. Until CHAPTER 2, do sleep well.


Lenny Gazbowski(c)2015

i know how it works-

my eyes will burn into the sacred light and
drip tears like the Holy candle on the altar

my hand will grip my other so tight
i'll wonder if i'm actually trying to hold onto faith-
Godly faith

my lips become red and cold
like i'm kissing the holy grail
only it's cupped with holy ice

my throat starts to become dry and i wish
i could drink all the wine He gave
to be drunk
so i could forget about you

my chest caves in on its self  like it's
an ancient religious pagan dome

my ears start to ring
i'll block out you're voice in my head
like the bells before communion, like a priest's sermon

i get scared though that He won't help me if i think like this-
deadly mortal sin at it's finest-

i focus my mind again to pray
hoping somewhere along the line
He'll give you to me

What Would Happen (If I said Yes)

What would happen if today I said yes?
What would happen if, for once, I stopped running?
Stopped running away and from, but after and to?
What would happen if I embraced my dark shadow,
And began to accept all of me: light and dark, bad and good?
Could I be whole once more? Could you love me?
Could I love me?

What would happen if today I said yes?
I wouldn’t be the same. Once taken, there is no going back.
What would happen if, at the edge of the known and the not known,
I close my eyes, brace myself, and take a leap of faith?
What would happen if I opened myself up to your will and your plan?
What would happen if you reached out your hand?
I would never need to be afraid or be truly alone because you are here.

What would happen if today I said yes?
What would happen if I prayed more, if I gave more?
How much more would my life be blessed than it already is now?
What would happen if I said yes to you and no to my desires?
There will be pain, but I will feel real joy, peace and satisfaction.

What would happen if today I said yes?
Saying yes is dangerous. It is not something to be taken lightly.
For it is not without pain, tears, suffering and hard times,
But saying yes means that I will grow, learn to truly love, and never be alone
Saying yes means becoming who I’m meant to be and being a man after your heart.
What would happen if today I said yes?

What would happen if today I said yes?
Saying yes is the first step on a long and winding journey
I have said yes. I have taken the path less travelled on...
And that has made ALL the difference!

AMEN.

You are my fortress Lord I run to you
In the shadow of your wings I am renewed
You are my shield Oh God my protector in the fight
In my deepest darkness you are most brilliant light
You are my stronghold I feel safe when you are around
I will trust in you and sing your goodness as the trumpets sound
You are my strong tower firm when I would so soon crumble
You are the safe place when lightning flashes and thunder rumbles
You are my refuge I run to you in times of desperate need
Your sacrifice took my chains so I could be freed
You are my shelter in the storms the wind and the rain
You are comfort when my life seems only pain
You are my sanctuary my place of perfect peace and rest
Help me when I struggle with knowing you know what’s best
You are my strength when I am drained and weak
You are light and hope when life is looking bleak
You are my help when I fall down and healer when I hurt
You aren’t worried about a little dirt
You are my sword my weapon against the powers of the dark
You are perfect and good and the contrast is stark
You are my King you are the ruler and I wish to serve
Give me the strength to do your will and not lose my nerve
You are my One you are my God I yearn to know you more
All this time it was you that I was really looking for
You are my life you are breath fill me with Lord with your spirit
And grant me the peace, silence, and grace to, in the silence, hear it
You are my direction the light unto my path and a lamp before me to guide
You are the way when I am lost you lead me your face from me do not hide
You are my all my everything you God make me whole
Create in me a clean heart Oh God and purify this fallen soul
You are my portion my provision and I am replete
Lost in the desert place you are my soul’s retreat
You are my redeemer my savior my and how could it be
That knowing all you do, you still would die for me
You are my friend my rock and my hope and joy and love
And for that I am grateful eternally as the Lord looks down from above

Do you know
where the wild things grow ?
In the unlit recesses of a tormented imagination,
a small girl holds a switchblade.
The bees have grown tired of their honeycomb.
The ants are abandoning their hill.
A shark swims slowly in,
blood drips out of the vein
How does it feel when your parents die ?
Similar to loosing the matching sock I have heard.

The Popes beady eyes burning in the mouth of a Leviathan
as
The blood pours from saints and sinners alike.
The stigmata chooses indiscriminately
like an addiction
to the false ecstasy
of religious experience.
Oh Saint Francis!
Where do the wild things grow ?
Oh Saint Anthony!
Help me find my mind?
Oh can anyone tell me?
What is this human race…
?

Heaven or Hell?
It's an obvious answer.
Nobody wants to go to hell.
Even the worst of people don't want to spend a whole other life of pure pain.
Everybody wants to go to Heaven.
Even though nobody even knows what it is up there.
Or if it even
**exists