of greater mysteries
than are held in the mind of man
perpetual resurrection
waking in flesh
taking the ride of animal emotions
the amusement park of the Gods
every species another testament to the unfolding Time Of God
I watched from where calenders have no meaning
a being distanced by time mass dimensions
seeing your end and your beginnings all at once
knowing
the mission was always there
the flames of the final slash and burn eternal
an event as sure as yesterday
My words are one weaving together of the myths of man
A way to bring Peace between the Heavenly Books
Build a civil court
of honor bound humyns
Learn
to cleanse the blood
from our hands
requires washing them in more blood
another oxymoron in the muddling moronic
world of this action adventure life
filled with gangs flashing signs just before their pistols
When I was first becoming aware of myself
watching the world convulse at the news that I Walk.
I found myself in the middle of a ring of spies
who had been preparing for an event
that I would never have believe in
A God Walking In Human Flesh
and just then...
as I was driven to be suspicious of everyone
people came out of everywhere
trying to get me to cut my hair
that had never happened before..
I found I was in the middle of open conflict being fought by my supporters
the spy wars around me erupted into the press
Some worked for me
Others... more powerful...
locked me in house arrest
though cautious of course about pissing off
they fought me in their feeble ways
they know I am an Angel better than they will let you know
they know my powers/rightly fear pissing off the boy who grew wings
They tried to break me
A message from the left /I thought/though I could not be sure
missinformation and information became indistinguishable as they attacked my mind
hinted that there was truth in Samson
I had not cut my hair in five years and for all I knew he was right
still
I scoffed at the thought when I heard a man speaking about this on tv
thinking my powers were so well beyond mere human hair that the idea was proposterous
they warned me agents were all around me now...
Told me the women in my life were all plants
I was learning the miraculous
Learning not to question something I had questioned away long away
As I grappled with God's messages the spies tried to insert their own into my mind
confuse me as to who was with me and who they had in my life
all the plants all my life... and I never knew... who would?
They tried
The techniques they use to drive you paranoid
split apart people
the FBI got the Black Panthers into a war with themselves
with a series of fake letters
sent out proxy killers and then jailed them
they have ways to attack you
that no one would ever think was them
'National Security Secret.'
three magical words used
to caste spells
that make history itself disappear
I worry most about the capture of my mind
my body they can beat and jail
just don't want to become convinced
convert or ever ever fucking ever
believe anyone can think for me
People think this and that on too many ways to fathom
the DSM is filled with myths of personalties
that exist mostly on the pamphlets for serotonin uptake drugs
confused early in the awakening anything could be magic to me
I could no longer tell what I had been told by man
and what I was now learning
From God
I became ever so slightly superstitious about the hair
half worried that without my Mane
the magic would leave me
that the flooding storms would no longer join my rages
that the lightening would no longer come at my sneering bid
does a number on your head
waking up jesus
He who would not be named
the scientific thinking atheist who I was before this
after the Christ erupted into my conscious mind
didn't know what the hell to believe anymore
I cut the hair off when they jailed me
If there wasn't enough magic in those locks to keep me out of that hell
Fuck them...
Halloween 2008 tossed in the third worst jail in the country
Broke my back and been on meds for ten years and they cut me off cold
for a week of hell I didn't know was in my body
felt the pain that surgeries and doctors and pain clinics
and pills and pills and pills
had kept at bay
My lawyer sent me a letter telling me to show up on the wrong day
Judge got pissed about me having a warrant and tossed my sick as in jail
Just got pissed
He who throws that first stone should make sure that it does not hit me
God tosses back boulders without my blessings
the school yard rules of blind power
today on a whim I cut it off again
a part of me trembled in wonder...
what if...
what if..
Your Christ himself fears conviction
yet you try them on like a new Sunday cloak
take them from radio show hosts
out of the daily news
from the flawed words of our fathers
the 'fact' that slowly ages and cripples and dies
and is reborn with every generation
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