2024.12.30

Can’t say I ever saw Jesus turn water into wine,

But I sure saw ‘em drink wine like water before!

Where god was a puritanical sobrite with one greedy eye’d desire,

And earth's saints produced hallucinations for everyone to expire.

Yet Jesus enjoyed life, slugging bottles back, toking a pack,

Hopping ass at the club, preaching loud the crackiest smack,

Breaking gods from their pure hallucinations of greedy desire,

And bringing simple words of love as anti-psychotic of the day.

2024.12.29

What? 

You’ve never watched someone try world-build a sci-fi spirituality before?

Hmm, well, this should be interesting for you then…wink,

Because we're all so drained of exciting media spectacle,

So it could be something new to offer an exhausted world.

And can I ask, does it get you thrilled reading messianic messages?

Because clearly your quick intelligent divisive speed is not enough,

Nor will it be to untangle the knots of cruel ungodly world endings.

For I know:

Nothing tweaks an oligarchic god-mind like a people’s spirituality out of their networked control,

Wait till I raise my typing legions from within this militarized circus, a recoding army to unleash,

Honest love to overcome, dispelling cruel magic, for I see big objectives to instill upon this world,

And trust me, you're all included in this soulful disorder, helping you find humility before its fruition.

So let’s see how far this takes us, dancing to some strangely beyond tunes,

I just hope it doesn’t get too out of hand from an empire’s monetary plans,

But don’t worry, I’ll still make you laugh pangs while we cry it out together,

And yes, I’m little bit crazy, maybe it’s true, but soulster, I’m in love with you!

And that's why you’ll keep coming back, if only to convince yourself that you’re jostling with me,

When it’s what I say driving you sadly-mad, right? Yet, no words are my own and I make no claim,

For it was she who guided me to truth, through all my body’s stubbornness and wayward vanities.

But your actions belong to you, and your anger into reaction will only spread these words further,

For I am no marketer or gossiping camera courtier, I am here to lay foundation for what’s to come.

A visioned path under the sun,

A horizon cusping into eternity,

A new dance swirling by night!

Call it silly useless egoism if you must,

And really, that’s likely all this will be,

But that's what a balancing act does,

Setting a vision to eyes of all a world,

Merging them to shared agreed word.

Not and never, my Kingdom of Heaven to come for a god highest one,

But for and ever, a Community of Earth, equals divided into many one.

2024.12.27

Jesus please - we’d rather you just picked a topic and stayed sweetly on it…

It is disturbing indeed when you speak doubt about an empire’s economy,

Whipping money men from temples and snubbing high Caesaryan divinity.

But as has always been, alone I am the softest of lambs,

From our inner knowing, the lion in us laying wait to rise.