#idols
I feel ashamed to come to you again father
Even as my sin drives us apart farther
With the same ***** hands, I Bring them together in praise
As if I wasn't a hypocrite who comes to you in spite
I blame a hateful world for my sinful endeavor
And yet I wish to be with you forever and ever
How my idols laugh knowing the point of my needs
And twisting it so a basic object fills my heart with greed
An internet bastardizing beauty to sell it for a quick fix
And the time wasted, repeatedly, coming to nix
"Forgive me", "I was so alone", "I had a bad day."
"They wronged me.", "To hell with them!", "Father don't leave me this way!"
Everything is a catalyst yet the bible has dusty prints
Turned brown from inactivity, yet screen time is infinity
True betrayal isn't in asking forgiveness, its entitlement to grace
We wouldn't be so sinful, had we met him face to face
Imagine if each time you sinned Jesus Knocked at your doorstep
Gently opened the door, greeted your pet, hugged you and had respect
Cordial enough to ask "What do you lack?" even as your hand cramps
Polite enough to say "I forgive you" before you even speak
As you keep your mouth shut, pretending it must reek
The lies escape via your eyes and he wipes them individually
He comes up to cup your face, with love and divinity
This image isn't to scare you, but you make you well aware
That the burning forever in hell isn't the truest despair
While eternal damnation is permanent, its name reveals true punishment
Imagine the face of the truest love, who died for your atonement
The blind can't lead the blind, but allow me with one eye
To tell you of the savior who lives beyond the skies
We betray him daily by even thinking of future sins
And he knew well in advance before time had a chance to begin
The cross is heavy, but the pain on your face is heavier to him
Rapture is only delayed, so that he can help see you win
Forgive me father, this poem isn't true atonement
And its a fancier way to ask for your forgiveness
May others alike me, come to respect your commandments
And learn to give the respect and commitment you express
Oh heavenly father
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 5:38 PM UTC
Ordinary moments: sitting on the couch, reading, watching TV,
But behold the backdrop, turquoise waves: the vast sea,
And family, all ages, different generations; pure pleasure.
Moments make up the album of life: captured in photography,
Gratitude to the One who connects all these squashes idol worship, the heart blooms with glee,
Yes, tensions tighten, pain parts, and obstacles obscure; but in the end let that not be the yardstick of measure.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
I am fury, and
I rage.
I jump up and down,
Attempting to disengage.
From the idols,
The expectations,
And internal damage,
The oppression.
I am scorn, and
I lash out,
I scream:
Those ******* idols’ I shout.
Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
I look up to you greatly
Thou art an amazing lady
In you, do I see a fire
That refuses to die, no matter what
You lay your soul threadbare
Wit, is one of your greatest assets
Never do you back down from a fight
In a tunnel full of never-ending darkness
Are you the light
Which keeps emptiness and depression at bay
And puts us firmly on the path to happiness
Come what may!
I look up to you greatly
Your writing is so fiery
That it can spark a raging inferno
Full of righteous anger
Against all the injustice perpetrated by the Indian State
The lynchings that refuse to abate
Poor and underprivileged children dying of hunger
People being denied homes due to their caste
While the government has the sheer nerve to boast
About its so-called achievements
Your poems are a testament
To the famous saying "The pen is mightier than the sword"
Very hard-hitting indeed, are your words!!
I look up to you greatly
Never dost thou fail to amaze
Every story of yours is a maze
Full of character arcs and plot twists
Ensuring we get hooked very fast
And by the time we finally put the book down
Our minds would have been blown!!
I look up to you greatly
Never dost thou fail to raise your voice
When it cometh to social justice
Yet, somehow do you manage to maintain your poise
In the face of never-ending malice
Which is constantly thrown your way
The way you keep your detractors at bay
Is something we must all learn
Thanks to people like you, have I gradually started to unlearn
Certain things I once considered gospel truth
Excel do you, at transforming the narrative
When it cometh to our Hindu myths
For your community, do you live
Not yourself
Hopefully, more books of yours may soon adorn my shelf!!
I look up to you greatly
Thou art a wonderful role model
Bestsellers, are your novels
You love your profession
As much as Israel loves to lie
You yourself are an institution
And always do you aim for the sky
So much have you done for our society
With an absolutely brutal honesty
That beggars belief
Your writings provide some much-needed relief
In these dark and difficult times
Where even mere dissent is often treated as a crime!!
I look up to you greatly
For you, is impossible nothing
And social justice, everything!!
By the Grace of God
May all your dreams come true
And may you have nothing to rue
Finally, must I say
More power to you, Meena!!
Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 12:44 AM UTC
goon in love
too soon to trust
that's my inner dialogue, just a fire moving along
gazing above
wondering what watches over me as I repeat the mistakes set out forth for me
generational trauma, nature works in cycles
generational drama, focus on plastic idols
daydreams in the white room
unfaithful to the divine fruit
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC
There are many ideals upon the earth,
Who're praised for utmost truth, without a flaw,
Taught to the ignorant childeren since birth,
Meant forever to be a sacred law.
Today they said, "it is forever going,
It can't be wrong in this lasting design!"
A thing that history is never showing,
Which displays the ruins of church and shrine.
I can't follow idols of fickle men,
Adjusting agendas each day and night,
Not written down by light-scattering pen,
And not commanded by Divine Might.
Let the world spin, again a thousand years,
And they will fade away, from hopes to fears.
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC
“But their idols are silver and gold, made by human hands. They have mouths, but cannot speak, eyes, but cannot see. They have ears, but cannot hear, noses, but cannot smell. They have hands, but cannot feel, feet, but cannot walk, nor can they utter a sound with their throats. Those who make them will be like them, and so will all who trust in them.”
Psalms:4-8
Who knows? Who knew?
Marched, dragged, ordered, bottom line, taken,
to the synagogue was I abducted, every Sabbath;
on the Festivals, this Psalm recited, catching the
child’s eye, the words symmetry, the conceptual
contained, struck and stuck, and seven fingered
decades, he stumbles once again upon it, this time
in his file of poems yet unwrit,
aging along with the poet,
for almost the last five years.
the prayer book, black covered, thumbed well worn,
by father-supplied, periodically page number is whispered,
my childlike eyes gravitate to the English translation,
though Hebrew versed too, the English verses whip my attention,
the concept of the Lords invisibility, a super power in my mind,
early taught by storied Abraham’s idol smashing,
and the futility of idolatry,
since invisible God is everywhere
these days of memes and trolls,
idol worshiping grows strong,
the fast thirst to recognize, admire,
yes,
to worship;
plaster, alabaster, clay, marble,
even gold & silver
pay them no mind,
trained early on to covet only
what we cannot see,
*sources of the pieces within of the divine surreal
that perfect our flawed shapeliness,
the electric human touch,
the simple kindest gesture,
the tender embrace,
the ineffable softness of child’s cheek
an old man’s childish innocence,
the love of all carved-by-hand woodwork
for beauty only,
the artistry of good, mastery of emotion,
all to perfect your vision to witness
what only the heart can envision*
You do not understand the contrast contradictory?
You will.
______________
*Silvio
Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know*
SILVIO: WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN AND ROBERT HUNTER
<>
*Said the shepherd boy
To the mighty king
Do you know what I know?
In you palace wall mighty king
Do you know what I know?
A child, a child
Shivers in the cold
Let us bring him
Silver and gold
Let us bring him
Silver and gold
Let us bring him
Silver and gold
Do you know what I know/
So you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?*
“**DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR?”
LYRICS LEONARD COHEN**
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC
No devil may care for me tonight'
roaming, hunting a soul.
It is only a tinge of light
illuminating these corridors;
filled room to room with confessions,
murmurs adorn each one of their frames.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
Truth be told I cannot tell
why people, each and all still fail
to see the twinge, the strain of their neighbors bear,
blinded by prejudice and leaders they declare?
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 4:23 AM UTC
The journey is so harsh and long
A test of your mind and might
A test you can not pass, if you think you’re always right
If you make it, you will be strong
Earning your place, you’ll now belong
You aced the test and put up a fight
From now on they will see your light
Immortal, they will sing your song
Immortal, you can do no wrong
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
If you can have idols
Be your first one
Otherwise you wont be you anymore
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
The Beatles are your jam,
I like pink Floyd.
I see the music scam,
Controlled and devoid!
My idols, once much loved,
Such talent, what sounds!
Their ***** hands once gloved,
Their lows know no bounds.
How epically great they are.
How cool and unique,
Each one such a shining star.
Now I see how they're weak.
They'll no doubt be exceptions,
Won't follow the the rule,
Most built on deceptions,
I'll sing and dance like a fool!
Can't unhear such lyrics,
Nor forget their beats.
Won't break into hysteria,
Nor allow such defeats.
To whom would I get my groove on?
What song would I belt?
Ok so it's all just such a con,
Songs I've grown up with and felt...
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
The members
Renounce in peace
The idols are there
Still staring
In silence
Monsters beware
We are now
Violent
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
#*It's at the point of desperation that the soul finds its deepest desire,
and in that desire lies everything of which true life is made.
Perhaps the first and central question concerning surrender
ought not to be, “What am I willing to give to God?”
but “What am I willing to receive from Him?”
For it's only in the realization that I have nothing to give Him and
He has everything to give me that true humility and surrender come.
If I would simply receive all He offers me and let Him fill me up
I would have no room in my hands to hold onto anything else.
But how often it is that we won't receive it until everything else is lost.
It's the secret and inexpressible dreams of the soul
which are the hardest things of all to let go and the last to go.
When they are finally gone we have nothing left to run to but Him,
and when we do we find that He is the beginning,
the end and the center of every secret dream.
Ah, blessed Peniel—that mysterious and holy ground
where heartache collides head-on with romance,
that deep and shadowed land where we struggle
with God and with men and we overcome,
that painful yet glorious place which we may leave limping
with a wrenched hip but we do not care, for we have seen God’s face—
like Jacob, may we not pass you by without being forever changed.*#
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
"The Struggle for Love"
"The Longing for Home"
So desperate to prove
That our hearts aren't alone
While death looms wherewith
To make dust of our flesh
We seek in a myth
Our souls to enmesh
With a hero of hope
A rescuing source
To widen our scope
And give pith to our course
An unshakable tie
An attachment at core
Which might silence the cry
That our hearts are at war
With a pure set of eyes
Full of fire and proficient
To dispel all the lies
That our souls aren't deficient
But it's not our mere lack
Which causes most dread
It's the earth-shattering fact
That our spirits are dead
Cut off from their Source
In a black alienation
Humanity's curse
For its rank ins'bordination
We just want our own way
And to write our own story
So we plunge on astray
To seek our own glory
To play artist or muse
Or idol or chief
Any self-styled ruse
To assuage us of grief
Any measure to show
A lasting signif'cance
So that someone would know
Our unique magnif'cence
For our beauty's been marred
And we crave a redemption
Of souls twisted and scarred
By fulfillment's exemption
But, alas, we will find
That search hard as we may
There's not one of our kind
Who can carry the tray
Upon which the weight
Of our souls has been laid
For who can e'er tolerate
Its gross debts unpaid?
Such suff'cating mass
Of defects and ills
Pressed 'gainst delicate glass
Of egos and wills
Still more ghastly to bear
Is devotion unbound
For with millstone to wear
Its master is drowned
'Neath a sea of foul yeast
And becomes the enslaved
To a hungering beast
To a worship depraved
For the heart is a tiger
And must have its fill
So it raises a man higher
With a kiss before the ****
Not intentionally, of course,
Does it slaughter its idol
But of hurricane force
Is this longing so vital
And as pedestal turns
So quickly to altar
Our wounded pride burns
When our gods and alms falter
And the fire of its rage
Turns upon its obsession
Tiger breaks out of cage
To reclaim self-possession
It bites and it tears
What it once so adored
And pride no longer cares
If it kills its false lord
But upon such demise
The soul screams in terror
For it's broken its prize
And can't take back its error
It begs and it pleads
To restore what's been lost
But at end knows it needs
To consider the cost
Of the damage untold
It has left in the wake
For hearts can't be controlled
With a gush or a shake
No, men's hearts are like bombs
Which so easily explode
Once the pin is removed
All past wrongs will re-load
So the prey becomes hunter
When the tiger attacks
For he does not want her
To see what he lacks
As he, too, had put
Her up in wrong place
But now steps his foot
Upon her shamed face
To now pulverize
As his own heart's been crushed
To blind out her eyes
And to see her lips hushed
For with words idly spoken
She'd stabbed at his soul
And had left his pride broken
By her judgments so cold
She had not meant to harm
Knew not e'en that he heard
But one cannot disarm
A thought put to word
Worse than not knowing this
She no longer knew him
And her once imagined bliss
Proved a nullified whim
Oh, what games and delusions
We play and we build
Upon empty illusions
And dreams unfulfilled
Yet strangely it's when
Our worst fears come true
We can finally transcend
All those old tales we grew
Out of ego and void
Out of sorrow and pain
When our nerves felt annoyed
And our hearts felt too vain
'Cause when ego is puffed
It is primed, too, to pop
And with pinprick is snuffed
Like a pest-blighted crop
So imagine much more
When a venom's injected
Right into its core
And its heart is rejected
But can you also not see
How it needs such a burst
To begin to get free
From its self-absorbed curse?
Except now feels the matter
Of our soul's isolation
Fiercer still with the shatter
Of our pet consolation
So we wait and we wonder
If we've missed the true meaning
Of the frightening thunder
In our heart's constant screaming
Whether homesick or lost
Whether lonely or grieved
Locked in bleak Winter's frost
We find little reprieve
Yet we know we've been made
For the glory of Spring
Some card's still to be played
Some grand song still to sing
Inexpressible yearning
For some secret we know
But can't speak for the burning
Repercussions of woe
Not some mere melancholy
Nor nostalgic forlorn
Not the musings of folly
But a sense that we're torn
From primordial root
And from headwaters fresh
Yet much deeper to boot
From our spiritual breath
'Tis an ache not for wares,
Appreciation or fame
But a fight just for air
Against strangling shame
For we're naked, we know
And with all we devise
Our most flawed parts still show
To a pure set of eyes
Like we're walking around
With no covering intact
But thin hospital gown
With wide split up the back
So we hide our true face
Aim to be what we're not
Work our blots to erase
Lest our schemes should be caught
Be 't by friend or by foe
We dare not risk the pain
Of humiliation's blow
On top of our stain
But instead of relief
Anguish grows louder till
This life's loneliest grief
Paralyzes the will
And last hope all but dies
On doubt's bed of despair
While embittered heart cries
That its lot's too unfair
Yet on outside we play
Through our unconscious mind
Man's collective charade
That everything's fine
Like some pact we'd all sworn
To uphold and obey
To protect from the scorn
Of society's sway
If we run with the flow
'Stead of strive 'gainst the tide
We might make enough show
To salvage our pride
We forget that conceit
Is what caused all the mess
Through a serpent's deceit
And a couple's wrong guess
'Twas they first tasted shame
And then hid in a garden
Sewing fig leaves as claim
To secure their own pardon
Yet in horror they knew
They had squandered the Prize
And must flee from the view
Of a pure set of eyes
Now same state of awry
Runs through each of their seed
Inborn and borne by
Like the thorniest ****
Whose nettles pierce deep
And infect every part
While roots tangle and sweep
Through the mind and the heart
It mocks what we've lost
Torments every dim hope
To constrict and accost
Like a noose-tightening rope
Still, hope won't be decayed
Smold'ring fires yet burn
Sparking hints that we're made
For bright Eden's return
This redemption we crave
Is no phantom's false plea
But as crestfallen wave
Hides itself in the sea
It's been veiled in plain sight
Big as all of our stories
Deep as mankind's full plight
And as high as its glories
Cloaked in every ambition
That we have to get in
To some exclusive coalition
For its favors to win
Lurks a bleeding predilection
Frustrated from birth
A desire for election
To bestow on us worth
Lured by scent of a promise
To be chosen and known
Like the warmth of a mom's kiss
Given only to her own
We search tree after tree
For sweet intimacy's nectar
From a fruit that will be
Our secret connecter
To hope's nourishing breast
To life's honey from comb
To an undying rest
To a straight way toward home
One to wipe away tears
And allay deepest doubt
Which proceeds from worst fears
Of our being locked out
Of a garden again
Cast from pure tree of life
Dim remembrance of when
Mankind first entered strife
All our conflicts, comp'tition,
Confusion and blame
Find first cause in perdition
That's invaded our frame
Like the foulest disease
The most cankerous rot
Grown by monstrous degrees
Hatched by Lucifer's plot
This story's no prig's attack
Nor archaic folklore
But the earth-shattering fact
That our hearts are at war
With a pure set of eyes
Full of fire and proficient
To dispel all the lies
That our souls aren't deficient
And it's not our mere lack
which causes most dread
But the earth-shattering fact
That our spirits are dead
Cut off from their Source
In a black alienation
Humanity's curse
For its rank ins'bordination
And yet...
This is also the story
Of how those same eyes
The Possessor of Glory
Looked with love and heart cries
On the crown of creation
His reflection of Self
Made His own treasured nation
The heirs of His wealth
Now broken and lost
All banished from Garden
And He knew the full cost
To grant them His pardon
Had known long before
He had e'er even made
That first man of yore
Yet handcrafts anyway
For His love is so strong
And He wanted to share
His intimacy with a throng
His own children to bear
So with souls in convulsion
From their rebellious misdeed
Just before their expulsion
He promised a Seed
One untainted from sin
Who could take its great boulder
And the weight of His kin
Upon His own shoulder
A Hero of hope
A rescuing Source
To widen our scope
And give pith to our course
An unshakable tie
An attachment at core
Who would silence the cry
That our hearts are at war
With a pure set of eyes
Full of fire and proficient
To dispel all the lies
That our souls aren't deficient
For those eyes are His own
And He'd pay the full fee
By His body alone
To set our hearts free
He's hope's nourishing breast
He's life's honey from comb
He's our undying rest
He's our straight way toward home
He will wipe away tears
And allay deepest doubt
Which proceeds from worst fears
Of our being locked out
Of the Garden again
Cast from pure Tree of Life
Dim remembrance of when
Mankind first entered strife
But 'twas on another tree
That sweet intimacy's nectar
Was secured tight when He
Became sacred Connector
And the thorns of our curse
Were pressed onto His head
With not one there to nurse
As the Son of Man bled
Then the wrath for our sin
Was absorbed as He cried
And the foul curse was broken
When the Son of God died
But death couldn't keep Him long
Nor His glory dispose
And we found our lost song
When the King of kings rose!
The debt had been paid
He had finished the work
The tide 'gainst us was swayed
We weren't left in our lurk
And we've only to now
Just repent and believe
To open and allow
Our hearts to receive
Our Divine Fountainhead
Our covering complete
To sup from His bread
And to sit at His feet
To worship the One
For Whom we were made
By Whom we've been won
Whom forever we've craved
The One Who can bear
Our hearts' full devotion
The One Who won't tear
At our souls' raw emotion
The One Who will be
Sweet eternity's song
Who with lasting decree
Will...right...every...wrong
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Living Gods
My God we’re Gods,
see no matter what we do we’ll leave behind a legacy,
working forward with the tools we’ve got,
without getting worked up or caught up realizing that everything’s only energy,
which is why we take in stride the fact that we’re modest aristocrats,
I mean after all how much money does one man need,
I mean we’ve got millions which is plenty enough to live on,
plus we’ve got friends who literally have billions,
I mean I don’t even need that much,
I mean I’m more motivated to feed the needy than dominated by being greed,
plus billions is a lot of money I’d even wager to say it’s too much,
& I don’t want nor need that kind of responsibility,
I mean I don’t even need all the money I already have,
don’t really care about jewelry or cars or the name on name brand tags,
I just want to be with good friends in good weather eat healthy & live comfortably,
plus I’m not impressed with how much you take my interest is more about how much you give back,
because true wealth is about having good health in body mind & soul,
& giving back to the world in kind is usually a good sign of that,
plus I see God’s work more in the Philanthropist than in the Evangelist,
& we’re Gods which is why I give every dollar I make from my art back,
I don’t need the money I mean I make more on the interest in my saving than I spend on living,
plus I’m not having kids & I’m giving everything away to charity when I pass anyways,
so when I die please burn my body send my ashes to the sky & donate my money to worthy causes,
& don’t ask why just realize or at least accept that it’s all part of The Prophecy that I am and it’s great,
because honestly,
we’re Gods,
& I don’t mean that in any way that’s blasphemous,
I mean that in the past there was Isis there was Mercury & there was Horus of course,
& we’re the modern day incarnations of greatness shining so bright they can’t ignore us so they ask for us,
see the truth is that we are the new Buddhas & you could be the new Zeus ‘cause,
energy never dies it just changes form as it always has for all of infinity,
& I honestly used to wonder what my roll was,
but now I see I’ve been nominated to be the scribe that writes these verses faithfully,
so I type away on my laptop instead of throwing back mad shots,
because someone’s gotta scribe these vibes so that our legendary lives’ will live in Eternity eternally,
& now that I’ve got that out of the way let me get back to what I was saying,
about how we’re Man Gods not at all unlike the Pharaohs that used to exist in Rome & Egypt,
which makes sense & is appropriate given that one of the kids at the event I was at tonight,
wore threads that were from the King of Morocco only difference is there’s wheels on our chariots,
and our horses are under our hoods,
but we still have Tridents as our emblems,
that’s a Maserati reference not that it makes a difference,
because when we die our bodies all return to the same essences,
saw another guy at that event,
which was at a house on The Hampton’s biggest estate property,
he wore the Caduceus around his neck,
which is the symbol of the God Mercury,
it was then that it occurred to me,
or rather was reaffirmed to me,
that we are all Gods which is not at all odd,
given the position that we sit in currently,
& I asked him,
if he knew what the symbol around his neck meant,
& he replied as he stared at me with stars in his eyes “Of course I do,
it’s the symbol on the staff of the God Mercury.”, to which I answered, “Yes”,
& then he said he made music,
after which I told him I write books to leave my mark,
& mark my words he’s going to be famous and so will he shout out to Billa,
because for those that are chosen to be shown the path is already known in the stars,
so if you want to know where I am just look up,
& you’ll know I’m always close as long as you can see the sky,
& when I’m gone you’ll still have these books Love,
because art is the only thing man creates that stands the test of time,
plus these body’s we have are not all that we are in this life,
we are Love & we are Light & although we might look like mortal kind folk,
that’s only our disguise so we can hide from immoral rivals see we’re actually Immortal Idols,
& we try to stay humble but it’s tough to stay modest to be honest,
when you’re Gods & Goddesses that feel so good you can’t hide the smiles,
smile,
my God we’re Gods,
see no matter what we do we’ll leave behind a legacy,
working forward with the tools we’ve got,
without getting worked up or caught up realizing that everything’s only energy…
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
Hamptons July 2018
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
#*It is out of the heart’s cavernous longing and furious search
for love, significance, acceptance, approval, identity, security,
freedom, belonging, innocence, intimacy and transcendence—
out of its primordial memory of what was lost to us in the Garden—
that we begin to ***** idols for ourselves.
Unconsciously we hope they might restore to us a taste of paradise,
taking away our fear and shame and isolation.
We yearn to go back but, alas, we cannot get in from there.
We ache to connect to beauty, to be desired by it as much as we desire it,
and Jesus is the only door by which we may enter.
He is the Beauty, and all the rest are simply there like pealing bells
to arouse our hearts to Him and tell us that He is coming for us.
Still, as if we haven’t quite yet heard and believed the message, we keep
aimlessly trying to forge a false righteousness through our false gods.
When they are lost or the dreams of them unrealized we are devastated,
for the shadows, echoes and reflections we had supposed would finally
make us feel good about ourselves have been exposed as frauds,
and once again we are left to feel naked but without fig leaves to cover us.
It is at these precise moments, when the bottom of our false hope falls out,
that we are best prepared to encounter Christ in His intimate
fullness and most apt to recognize at last that He alone is
everything we have been so desperately wanting.
It is our boiling point, where the unbearable weight
of failed expectation so crashes in on us that we are finally
begging God to lift our idols off of us and deliver us from them,
pleading with Him to come and capture us,
crying out to Him to possess us fully.*#
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
#*Can it love you like God loves you, with a love that is better than life?
Can it connect you to eternal beauty? Can it save you? Can it redeem you?
Can it lift you out of the miry pit? Can it make you clean enough to finally feel acceptable?
Can it delight your soul to the core? Can it take your breath away with its faithfulness to you? Can it paint both sunrise and sunset across the sky to beckon your attention? Can it cause the breeze to blow and gently caress your cheeks? Can it send hummingbirds and wildflowers across your path to romance your heart? Can it parade before you the starry host and call them each by name?
Can it probe you to the depths and fill you with itself?
Can it rush to your aid riding on the wings of the wind?
Can it satisfy your hunger and thirst with bountiful things?
Can it give to you feet like a deer that you might dance upon the heights?
Can it arrange every detail of your life to draw you and drive you to itself?
Can it pursue you with all the resources of the universe?
Can it know you through and through and still desire you?
Can it raise you up and seat you in the heavenly realms and bless you with every spiritual blessing? Can it supply your every need out of its glorious riches? Can its grace be sufficient for you and its mercy help you in your greatest temptation? Can it pour overflowing comfort into you through all of your troubles? Can it reach down to draw you out of deep waters? Can it set you on an unshakable foundation? Can it bound across the mountains to come to your rescue? Can it make you lie down in green pastures and lead you beside still waters?
Can it walk with you through the darkest wilderness and never leave you or forsake you? Can it carry you when you are weak or have fallen? Can it let you rest between its shoulders when you are weary or burdened?
Can it escort you to heaven’s banqueting table
and spread its banner of love over you?
Can it hide you in the shelter of its wing?
Can it be your daily portion and immerse you in the boundlessness of itself?
Can it clothe you in robes of righteousness and garments of salvation?
Can it give to you praise in exchange for mourning?
Can it bestow on you a crown of beauty for ashes?
Can it turn your wailing into dancing?
Can it flood you with peace like a river?
Can it fill your heart with joy in the worst of afflictions?
Can it know the way to lead you home?
Can it refine you in its fire and bring you forth as gold?
Can it capture you fully even as it sets you fully free?
Can it ever truly be your Everything?*#
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
A message to the past and the future
not for the faint of heart, crass.
A lonely whisky bottle made for rapture
now floating towards capture
enraptured for the cycle of life.
Cyclical and lyrical mysticism,
lyricists binding ciphers, skinning with a knife
ride through a maze with the pied piper, don’t fight.
We idolize with holy reverence what a reference,
follow around with perseverance and benevolence.
I got a secret for you that might kick up some dirt,
But, hush, don’t get too constipated *** this might hurt,
Listen, here is the deal:
Head towards your following,
amass your biblical seal,
but you’ll get knocked down with zeal,
and you’ll feel the loving embrace of fear!
Cyclical and lyrical mysticism,
lyricists binding ciphers, skinning with a knife
ride through a maze with the pied piper, don’t fight.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
we've taken our salvation into our own hands
it's no wonder we've turned to worshipping alcohol and ***
you see, the Godless are never truly godless
we just become our own gods
wrap every beautiful thing around your wrists
draping like precious stones
until it becomes unholy
we bruise any purity with our splintered hands
raising our empty buildings
cathedrals where we all stand
we pledge our allegiance
to "self"
and to flags
adopting false idols
raising them to be like us
until they start looking just like us
well, a god just like me would be a fearsome being
that god would have killed everybody
including itself
inheriting my self-destructive tendencies
i've built myself up so much
in my attempt to feel worthy
it's a wonder my spine doesn't snap
from all the weight
an altar with one too many golden statues adorned
wasn't i supposed to be past everything
wasn't i supposed to be reborn
i guess we're never so far from our mortality
that we can truly be safe without our boundaries
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
I live like a ship on a wave
Dragged by the deep, still paving a way
A slave for the day,
Set sails north and I let the force of the wind take me away
Take me away, sight's on a star
What's outside's inside who we are
What's inside's outside who we are
So who am I to define who we are?
Or who we're really not
But they all get ill and do the Millie Rock
They all sell souls at a mill-a-pop
That's a millipede, running Hip Hop
One thing I know, I am not them
I'm not slipping cuz I got Him
Lucy’s gripping cuz she got them
They ain't tripping cuz they balling
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC