I once saw God in a cup of coffee. A universe opened up before my eyes

Go tell God who You are! And he may tell you why

If you can trace far enough Back, into the origins of evil You will find many But you will find none, outside of a human mind We created the mess And we will fix it as well Is part of the process To learn... To grow But we must shed fear And understand its origins

If we to study the History of Insanity We will learn how little we have discovered We may also, however, learn the depth of which is grown by a culture founded in the fear of such things. Insanity now lies within the thinking it will fix itself What is sanity? In comparison?

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Along an ancient corridor A tribe of many forms Watching over Waiting for The ones along the shore A shell, a husk surrounding Sheltering at cost Preparing for the journey Knowing nothing of the lost To crack a shell Is to drop a shield Yet unshielded One must have armor

A cry for the sacrifice Of the harvest of the moon A night of many offerings A night of many pains Some of blood Some of buds Yet given, just the same We shed our cost As snakes Fearing things That sliver A crescent sings the same

Someone will read this once upon a day... and find meaning elsewhere For in the within is where the key is places... and without the puzzle, the keys go many places The twisting comes in twos And two can twist the torque But the tweaking is the twist Of the tuning of the fork

Parted waters pass us by And suns set out to sea Darkness lets the morning rise As mist still crowns the lake The parting mirrors reflections Of the partings underneath Aft your view remembers you Which one of them to take Balace is harder still When wheel is turned to ball

A day of many journeys A parting of the seed A look upon the surface Is but one of many views As is such Of time and who Reflections grown of long ago Are written a crystal walls Depth and time and view Within the Ancient Halls Today a splitting too Seen by sun and moon

There are great men and women who dedicate their lives to helping others I bitch about churches and politics all the time... but i offer respect Consider the ramblings of a fool But know your heart, And know its true Thank you and Bless you all We need you

There are weeds Within my garden I hate them very much They grow too fast Or smell like ass Or fuck up stuff, with a touch I tried to grab and pull them Damned briars stuck my hand The learning is in the rasberries Lessons, in the jam

If ever I could find a way To grow a garden true Such pride I would find In the knowing what to do Bugs and mold, and nights too cold My plant have suffered too Yet as you grow and learn to grow The garden becomes you Life is grown and life is fading Life offers Harvest New

I am a fox With tail on fire And I'll set the world ablaze I do not want to Yet I Will It is written in my craze I tried to bite it off And it leaped onto my face I appear now a devil And none have offered Grace Will we Run, Run, Run? Or can we find some water I understand

Upon a song A summoning To venture on once more A stone cast into memory Sent ripples to the shore And in the glimmering of the wind Reflections to be found There is a distant traveller With footprints on the ground

Upon the drifting darkness In waves upon the plains The shadow of the glory That offers us it grains A drift upon the wind New life it then begins And onward sons and daughters To seed and grow again Cast within his glory And Split among the winds

Go Well into the Crazy And keep a Pilot Light For he can guide you truly Within the vast of night Do not follow Do not fear Stay in his shade And see him with an ear If you truly seek him You will know his voice For we all have been blinded And He will help you See #Love

The chanty man Has come again Such ringing in the ear He rides upon tornados now He says more folks can hear Ride the wind My long lost friend I hope to keep my foot aground Ride with Love And Rise above And ride as many as you can May God give you wings to help you

In a garden is a seed I panted in a dream And I asked God to help me Grow it into vine And in its growth The answer showed But not as i had seen The seed that i was given Was of a big Oak Tree And in Our Father's Garden I am both farmer and a weed We are all of his variety

When I step across the threshold Of Heavens Pearly Gates I will suffer the removing Of all my burden and weights And in the eyes of others Awaits the Saving Grace Love dances in the after And all our friends await

For even in the mold Medicine is found