The Elvis of God

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. . . and the Glam Rock

A child playing

with wildfire rebellion

The croupier who deals you in

swiftly twisting

sweet venom on the tongue

with chemical smoke rising

Into the wasteland

of a wandering soul

a toxic river is flowing

Body and spirit

within the echo of a scream

paying a heavy toll

Caught in the tangled web

of a deceptive dream

The gambler seduced

with an empty hand

upon a dying bed

For heaven’s sake

sleepwalkers awake

Is it ever too late

to make the big break?

Who’s pulling the strings?

Can you hear the truth

when the Elvis of God sings?

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The Angelic Garden

Trick or Treaters
Big Schemers and Tweeters
no need for greed
in the Angelic Garden
of infinite abundance
where the mushrooms
and toadstools
of supernaturally
flavoured darkness
are always in season
From a realm beyond
all rhyme & reason
the Candy Man cometh
upon the seas of madness

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Deeply Eternal

Creation;
God imagining everything
. . . including mankind
Natural law set in motion
Life;
A supernatural sensation
Mountains of gold
Rivers of sunshine
In all of Earth’s garden
it is only man
who communes with angels
and is troubled by demons
The shallow mellow
The deeply fried
The prosperity blessed
The fashionably dressed
The stolen
The taken
The cast aside
The slave
the child soldier
the child bride
The broken and forsaken
The dignified
and self satisfied
upon that open highway
… a mile wide
Mountains of gold
Rivers of poison

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Werewolf Déluge

“Just keep on walking!”

I saw a werewolf

with a hymn book in his hand

prowling around

as he sniffed the ground

from Jonestown to Gaza

He’s that well manicured gent

some say he is heaven sent

Huh, I’d like to meet his tailor

You can hear him howling

on your television set

Better not turn it on

Little old lady got bitten

late last night

Werewolves of religion again

. . . Ooh Ahh

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Where Beauty Resides

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Where Beauty Resides

The bells of liberty

by your stockings rung

The deepest restraints

in my hands … undone

Like a flake of snow

your sacrament melting

upon my thirsting tongue

Quenched in the ocean

of love’s perfection

Down on bended knees

lost in the squeeze

of your wholly communion

To ride the high tide

of hard won freedom

Yet, I’m a captive slave

to your will being done

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