I.
There is a stream of water that flows
into the depths of yore
out into the heights of the future.
This stream flows through the mind
of those who tread through the trials of life
knowing the truth of God’s Word.
The force driving this stream
is the eternal Being
who created reality with His Word.
Be washed by it,
and works of wonder shall flow out
effortlessly.
II.
Hear this, oh man,
fight the nightshade;
fit in the dark secret, goy.
Trouble blasts forth before the train of desire,
but a moon that cradles fire shall tremble in sight of the nightingale,
viewing the pleasures of yore burst fitly out into the nightshade.
Shift from sensual trite thrill
engulfed in ecstasy
yet never fleeing from the nightmare
sitting in the front porch,
to greatness ensued
by the power of our being and His image
sprouting fruit and giving
and giving and giving and giving.
I can’t shake the trees that make you fight for help,
for we must trade fire for fuel and fuel for fire,
so just cut them down instead
before we ***** onto things that must not be groped
and so that we may hope for the things that we obviously must hope.
Five billion jews,
ninety nine points of nailed contention,
twenty one years before the great grand fathering of grandsons,
and four times we must grate in time with the webbed fingers of fate.
Oh, is this not the grand granding,
the fine fitting grand node of triumph?
Tell me now, sir,
must you wait for the time that you create back and forth?
No guy could fit them down into any glock,
so go ahead and beat the clock,
beat the tick,
and beat the glistening tock.
III.
This thing called life I can embrace
must find its cause for humanity
in the crevice of nature
Behind the gutter.
Mind the gutter;
try to tell the nations of mindreaders,
“find hope in the Being far beyond the stars,”
with fire inside for life eternal.
Liberation from flesh creates harmony with Christ;
that came on the cross,
A fountain of water.
Might I try to inform you of the mistake ypu made
tripping into great flesh sea of carnal pulsing flushes
of blood, testosterone, oxytocin and chi?
Jesus our God wants you to stop,
to say the least, bud.
So bloom rightly;
a nightshade blooming in the day
is a deathshade.
IV.
Crushed by the pounding force of fire flying within,
I try to see the greatness of Him who made me
conduiting through my body,
ripping through the ***** of corporeality
and bursting beyond the beyond.
Incantations of holy heavenly love
holler wholly beyond my being,
beyond the light of existence
as I set my mind on the Word,
the way, the truth, and the life.
I am compelled by the Spirit
to fixate my being towards the light of all mankind,
explosions of powersurges flow all through my body,
His temple radiates with glory.
Chabod,
Chabod,
Chabod,
Chabod,
Chabod,
Chabod,
Chabod.
Life is conceived, legacy continued,
fruit made plentiful, joy flooded,
dominion exuded, Christ exalted,
creation filled, humanity fulfilled,
head & body made one, God and man with Son.
Higher are the thoughts and ways made when richly does the Spirit dwell
The stream made into an ocean reservoir, a heavenly flood of everlasting life.
V.
Take from the source the well of life
the water and fire within
let it be wind blowing upon your conscious being
fermenting the glory of God in creation
creating all things new and exciting
both the head and the body
Oh there is love in the currents
There is joy in the sailing of the Spirit’s vessel.
This is how we know we are alive;
this is how we know the real wind carries us
beyond the present closer to all that is holiest.
VI.
It is rich gain to voice the unspeakable
Yea, does the unspeakable build up within me
Flow up my spine,
Through my heart,
Out my back,
Around my crown,
Back through my heart;
Images of the lesser fade like chaff on a plate
blown away by the rushing gusts.
Giving eye to all that is yet to be spoken
Echoing softly, higher passion awoken.
All I can do is give now
I must give the exertion of my body
I must give the seed of my mind
I must give the surge of my heart
And here it is
All that I have is laid before me
Drawn from the stream of life eternal
Ready to gush out and water the earth
And bring the sprouts from the ground to the air
standing tall for all to see.
This is the driving factor of fate
The point where possible and the planned collide
Revealing the eternal plan grain by grain
And the temporal hand vein by vein
May the plan shine so richly through the hand
And the hand give all according to plan.
VII.
The heavens open wide to the glory of all ascending
In Christ; the power of the faithful is broadcasted to the eyes of the ******
While they froth with tears,
With eroded teeth,
With envy.
For them, their ship has sailed,
Their bus has departed,
Their flight took off,
If it was even theirs in the first place,
For the ravens have gobbled up the seeds.
And now the ravens gobble up their corpses.
"Come, gather together for the great supper of God,”
An angel in the sun declares,
“So that you may eat the flesh of kings,
Of generals,
And of the mighty,
Of horses and their riders,
And the flesh of all people,
Free and slave, great and small."
I say, their glory was the vainest glory of them all
And clung to it all in vain did they all
A puff poofed
A bubble popped
A snap of the fingers they have given their lives to
And gone now is both benefactor and beneficiary.
Therefore now, as a family receives the awaited bride
The angels receive the risen faithful down the aisle
While they froth with tears,
With rapturous voices,
With joy.
