Sunset blooms twilight glooms.. Toward the moon and back I'll be back soon.. Darling I know you look at me, From an empty shadows dream.  But I have found where light is born. I saw where songs come from.  I have to leave.  I have all these emotions to weave.  I never really really believed. Nor did I want to really see.  But you became my educator.  And turned me into a revelator.  I feel beautiful inside.  And these new feelings of belief cannot be denied.

A dime on the floor is dirtier
than a penny on the table
Another race that's only run
By who is young and
Who is able, and
It's hard to differentiate
Who is *******
in a stable
As all our backs are sore
And our losing legs are shameful, but

Let it not discourage thee, thou, or
You
There's a faster racer running
Passing, beating without shoes
There is no flag attached
No podium or pew
Just some blood
Some wood and ash
Running through and through

There is a sun
And it rises
And further,
The world still spins

We run around it for
Gold and prizes
But our own strength
will never win
it.

The heart pumps borrowed blood
a celestial transfusion
Banished to terrestrial life
One step from outer darkness

Prophet, Liar, and Revelator

Your pupils dilate when you daydream of me,
I'm the focus of your erratic emotions.
Big birds and sharks circle below and above,
I'm your very own psychotropical ocean.

Goddesses weep that they'll never have me,
I'm the desire of all women and menfolk.
You're just a drop in my nicotine sea,
I'm your Revelator, forever and amen.
I open the book with seven tight seals,
Peter man's the gate to a white scale paradise.
A place for us who can heal the sick and lame,
You darling dear will know nothing  of this.

My eyes full of water I struggled to see,
The physical signs of repeated emotion.
They opened my skull so they could finally see,
The darkness inside that caused all the commotion.
Mother boiled water and she made me some tea,
The darkened swirls combined with the clear water.
She mixed it then with some sweet honey,
Made me promise you'd never be her daughter.

Your pupils dilate when you daydream of me,
I'm the focus of your erratic emotions.
Big birds and sharks circle below and above,
I'm your very own psychotropical ocean.

The imminence of WAR, is the Writing on the wall
Death Destruction Anguish Pain, will be upon us all

As in the days of Noah, so it is again
The warnings have been written, from John the Revelator's pen

But Alas Alas! No one is taking heed
Keep your heads stuck in the sand...your guts are going to bleed

John the revelator wrote:

All the angels in heaven sang
Ceaseless praise unto the Lord
The Lord finally asked them to stop
He said all the praise was going to his Godhead

To whom it may concern, this poem is addressed
I write it to the ******, I write to the Blessed

The last Book in the Bible, speaks of seven years
Seven years of Judgment, seven years of Tears

The seven years will start, with the breaking of a Seal
The first seal upon a Scroll, God's WRATH you then will feel

Seven years of Torment, seven years of Pain
Seven years of Judgment, seven years of Bane

Chances are not good, that you'll survive unto the end
By John the Revelator, on Patmos this was penned

Wake me up when Christ returns the favor
Of men to me so ***** honking hair
Done in hell of age on good behavior

Released to con provisions viewed savior
By guards against my going joke prayer
Wake me up when Christ returns the favor

Owed to John beloved revelator
For service rendered virtue by compare
Done in hell of age on good behavior

Set to leave the cell behind a savor
Seeming to come again from this nightmare
Wake me up when Christ returns the favor

God to reshape nature did not waver
From drawn concluding circular the square
Done in hell of age on good behavior

Pardon fell on peaceful home grown braver
Depending on who says I do declare
Wake me up when Christ returns the favor
Done in hell of age on good behavior