Bench

A time out on plastic yellow feathers that once held rain a few times ten.
A benching on childhood memories past on through generation after generation.
A misnomer of a misnaming of a mood complaining.
A short season in darkness and tears (sirens blaring)
but losing track of scores do adore time's company
companioning untainted by facsimilies and facades
and chlorine breakin weather coming once again...

Proof of Purchase

Flesh born in the season
of the evening Venus rising
Spirit born in the season
of the morning Venus rising
they mingle in this mesh
they conflict giving falsity
sin, error and superiority

What is that I hear you muttering
something about a recovering economy?
something about peace and safety?
something about job security?

It is I on the hill
making the unforgettable proclamation
unforgivable
unthinkable to mankind and his kin
It is Zion that heals
don't go getting the servant angry
for he flares up easily
sooth his feet on this here footstool
take refuge in the One that rules.

What is it that this consciousness has written?
What is it that from this ocean has arisen?
What is it that this pinnacle is boasting?
soundin' up and alike
lightnin'
ask
and all before
and after you I shall a be givin'

Oh mighty ruler measure out
lift on up the phonetical completion
raise up from the flesh that be rottin'
bring about the long awaited
impossible kingdom
breakin' the nations with that rod of Iron
tune it to infinity
mastering the song that is redeeming.

So in all of this land mighty man
are you listening?
quit reving your foolish engine
and start tuning your ear
to the one singing
to better a changing
for he fears not the course your takin'
because he can go anywhere
and there always singing
his almighty power and raining
a simple judgement to be aware
take refuge in the One coming.

It may be a vulgar translation
but hey look behold in the dark
a light been given
to the darkest one prayin'
the spirit here may seen too stumblin'
and the star seems forsaken and fallen
because stricken with the seven unwritten
sacred serpents spiraling
in every direction
the wilderness of eternity designing
as each pang occuring
beyond the birth and the home
of the begining and the ending.