There's a coming new world order

There's a coming new world order

There's an old world fading further

There's a fresh world hoping for a cure

That we'll stop killing each other

There are people hoping for the better

There are people saying we would rather

Be going to hell than to live in fear

Then we'll finally see our future

There are too many end times preachers

Who said I'd be sentenced to suffer

That I'd spend my days in fire forever

Just because I'm not a believer

Let's forget there are jihad fighters

Who wants to do their god a great favour

Because they feel that god lacks the power

To rid of me to usher in the final hour

god is great

but god is weak

she needs our help

to get rid of unbelievers

god is great

but god is sick

she needs your help

to be a suicide bomber

god is great

but god needs help

she needs your strength

to put in place a new world order

When she comes to reign I will not cower

She might throw me into a pit of fire

But I will stand and not take any cover

In great pain but repent I shall never

I will lift my eyes beyond the hills of fire

To the unknown who never wanted to be god ever

To a name which we could never even utter

To my keeper and my redeemer

Rise thou good and faithful

I commanded you to kill but you never

I asked of faith from you but you remained unbeliever

I knocked your door yet you did not answer

So sit now on my right and my left here

And rule over these idiotic believers

Who love to be goats led for slaughter

Who once made judgement but never

I made them humans but they're failure

I made them free but that's not what they prefer

Just as 1 Samuel chap 8 says

They prefer the bondage of a kingly messiah

A king who would tax them

till it ain't over till it's over

A messiah who from them would require

belief in human sacrifice otherwise it's everlasting fire.

The Oaks of Mamre

'Neath this tree where Avram sat

With the LORD whom he'd earlier met

Hence and where was salvation's plan set

Whence G`d was there when Avram pled:

"Peradventure there be fifty save five,

Would you still that they be spared alive?"

And G'd leaned back, His eyes arise,

"Though there be ten just righteous in life,"

The LORD answered without a strife,

"They will I spare alive."

Might the serafim sat in disbelief

How strange an answer that G'd should give

But every heart is a tree beneath

Thence and where G'd would sit

Waiting, waiting for that to breathe

That avramic voice of I believe

~ Fall 1978

Mustard Flavoured Sky

Life is but a dream

Tracks and multi-coloured stream

Joy and peace are all abound

But is there any more to be found?

Don't we spend our hours searching

But let me tell you while you're still breathing

Don't waste your time

Life is all and worths a dime

So live while you can

Suffer while there's a chance

Come follow my dream

You'll love it when heavens touch the ground

Let us fly

The high and mustard flavoured sky

Let us live and not die

You'll love it when heavens touch the ground

My!

Look oer'here

You hear?

I say let us fly

I want to live

And not die

~Spring 1983

Success

Between the reaches of time and space beyond

There I stood within the stark and naked environ

I saw, I walked, I stopped

As if you walked a million miles more

And your feet hurt sore

At times, the challenge is gone

No more mysteries to unwind

Yet the want to go on

Hides behind your mind

As if I took a bin

Overturned it only to hear a din

As if I held my hand

What sifted through was only sand

Behind the great and faithful

What lies behind?

People!

Did you not see what I have done

Have you not seen that with success I've run?

But the world, it paced at a silent din

And the night faded away

Into the darkness of its stay

I want to walk a million miles more.

Agnostic

Though I walk a thousand miles

Take a million steps

Strive a few more miles

Make a few more laps

What would I have done?

Or accomplished?

River Nile

Can't wash me clean

Ganges?

Who am I

Purity is a commodity

I buy from G`d

~ Spring 1984

Mustard Seeds

No solemn requests

If ever

Redeemed such bequests

Persons at best are comforters of their own counsels

Though it seems encouragement must be bought with despair

And comfort given by persons too knowledgeable

Isn't that a heavy price to pay for a troubled soul?

To be comforted or not to be, is the begging question

Quiet concern exudes more comfort than splendour of words

Or disposed opinions

Perhaps

Perhaps, some people are more concerned about dispensing

The mustard seeds of their faith

~ Summer 1984