We are droplets of eternity

We are droplets of eternity
Shadowy dancers who ask
Can I be real?
We dance on umbilical cords
Like little wooden clocks
How easily predictable we are

We are droplets of eternity
Released into the sack of life
The drying ground of earth
Becoming a strata of bones
In earths feral history

To die
In supermarket earth
To waste away
Like MFI board on the heap
Our bones
Like architectural ruin
Weathered and fragmented
By empty packets of soap powder
Cat litter trays
The scaffolding from billboards

To die in supermarket earth
On shelves
Wrapped in plastic bin liners
Amongst the chicken bones
From a Christmas dinner
What were our faces for?
Why did our hearts beat so fast?
As we are peeled out of the night sky
Like stained glass transfers from glass

At the end of time
Mankind will gather
To ask for mercy
They who will not even be allowed
A burial in the living earth

At the end of time
Mankind will cry
Its selfish arrogant cry
Amongst the laughter of birds

My parents died
And were burned in the fire
Their ashes were scattered

It needs one heart
Living in eternity
To remember the dead
And their lives
Will not have been in vain

What happens after we die? I support the biblical view rather than the scientific view.

You have been in the dungeon of death

You have been in the dungeon of death for a long time
Suddenly you are brought up to the ground
There is a carnival going on, a gala
Thousands of people are eating and drinking
Musicians are playing and acrobats are tumbling
Here he is they say, here is the next one
The next one for what? The next one for judgement
Then a group of prisoners all chained together
Amble into view and each one gives testimony
To what you lied about, to what you stole
Then a sound like thunder ransacks the earth

the numbers of scripture

The roman were awoken
In the year of his death
Amazed by an unusual picture
The Son of God
As he takes his last breath
Speaking the number of scripture

I came from the troubled
Country of old
I rambled through hurricane and twister
Then a leaf on the tree sang a bird song
Learn the numbers of scripture

I came to the cannon chain
Bleeding my gum
Then I heard the explosions
Run from the battle
Get away from the gun
And learn the numbers of scripture

Into my room came
The stars of the earth
But I never learnt how to kiss her
I rolled up my carpet
And beat my toy drum
The many numbers of scripture

And down in the valley
Surrounded by hills
I could not find a brother or a sister
Yet the lake of eternity
Continued to be filled
With all the numbers of scripture

Hey, Mr paper bag

Hey, Mr paper bag
How are you?
Not too good
I was empty
And I got thrown away
Yea, I know how you feel
I’m not empty
But I still got thrown away

Hey Mr paper bag
How long you got left?
Only a short while
The wind blows me along
The rain keep me moist
The sun letssss me sleep
In a quiet shadow

Hey Mr paper bag
Weren’t you useful once
All those years ago
When the grocer
Tore you from a hook
And filled you with stuff

Yea, but once used
I was thrown away
A non-entity
With a short work life
All used up

Well I was looking at you
There on the ground
And I wondered
Why am I looking at you?
Then I knew
I’m just like you
I’m just the same as you

The world is a street
That the wind blows down
It’s beginning is buried
It’s ending is foreseeable
It’s walked over, driven over
Bombed and pot holed
It gave birth to villages and gardens
But wherever it went
It left bodies and graves and mysteries
And it spread out
Into mazes and tunnels and labyrinths
And it ends
Where does it end?
It ends at the runway
The runway that ends
Where something takes off
Into the sky
And it never comes back
And where the street ends
Heaven begins
How do you feel about that?
How do I feel?
I’m scared
I’m scared of heaven
I find it hard to talk about
I try not to talk about it
But I think about it a lot
And where is heaven?
Heaven is wherever there is love
So the street that the world has made
And heaven begins
But who made heaven?
Oh, God made heaven
So maybe there is a God

Poem for heaven

Out of the grass came trees
Out of the trees came birds
Out of the birds came a heaven
Out of heaven came the word

The grass grew tall before the days of wheat
The trees grew tall before the flying bird
Heaven grew wide before the word
And words spread abroad and were heard

Who made the grass grow tall?
Who made the trees with His Call?
Who made the birds for the world?
Who made heaven with His Word?

The wooden idol wants to write a diary

The wooden idol wants to write a diary
The wooden idol looks inside itself and writes from its heat
With fingers that cannot hold the borrowed pencil

Visitors come to see the wooden idol
They bow down, pray to it, and go away

The wooden idol
Writes down its thoughts on wood
The wooden idols thoughts appear written all over its body

People come to see the miracle
They bow down and they pray to it and ask
What does the writing mean for no one can read the writing?

The wooden idol is shipped off to a laboratory to be examined
A scan shows up nothing but the rings of a tree
The writing is copied into a file and printed out
An expert declares it to be an unknown language

The idol is retuned to the place of worship
People come and bow down to it and leave

If the idol wanted to remember its past life
What could it remember
Was it a man or a woman?
Did it fall in love?
The idol is confused
What it remembers is being in a forest
What it is now is a woman carved out of wood

The idol realises that it is not a real woman
The idol realises that a carving in wood is not its real identity
In its memory it sees only trees in a forest
And now it is this – an idol

The idol feels misunderstood
The idol wants them to move it back into the forest
The idol cannot speak to them as they worship it

Do they like it because it is wood
Or because it has been given a shape they can understand?

The idol might have roots inside it
If the idol could be returned to the forest
It just might put down roots
It just might become a tree again

In the course of a lifetime
We can often swallow an idol
We are going through a level of personality disorder that we cannot control
We enter a bad night with a dark lake within
Out of the dark lake comes the idol that we swallow
We have an excess of ego
We get an overflow of emotions
We walk through a darkness of the heart and soul
Our spirit feels threatened n it fights back
You can imagine a spirit that fights back
But you cannot see it yet it is fights on your behalf
It is anonymous, it is like water and air, it has no identity
It has the energy of life
And it fights back against the influences you experience

I want to delete all this and find my true self
I am afraid
I pretend to be who you want me to be
It’s your fault
You have fashioned something that does not fit

When I try to be my true self, I do not fit
I was shaped like everyone else to fit in
But I am not a follower made of wood

I am sailing in the fingerprint of my soul
I see with the iris of my eye
My heart beats for its own length of time in so many different ways to yours
I cannot be squeezed into a tin can
I am not a commodity

There is a game that is played in society
Where you run around a course and images pop up
Some images are enemies for you to kill
Some images are commodities for you to buy

Everything a person makes becomes one or the other
Even with the best will in the world
– Art becomes a commodity
– Athleticism becomes a national asset
And truth becomes smoke

Never Feel Sorry For the Devil

Never feel sorry for the devil
Never sympathise with him
Or he’ll swallow you up like a big fish
And you’ll enter into his sin.

Have you felt sorry for the devil?
Did you ever sympathise with him
Then he swallowed you up, you morsel
He’s identified you as his twin.

When you’re at the gate to the tunnel
That mirages all over him
And the Garden of Eden melts in the rain
Then you’ve been expelled from within.

Never feel sorry for Satan
Or find yourself melt like a stone
Best to keep well clear of Satan
It’s best to leave him alone.

His condition is of his own choosing
And he vows to never back down
His life is a river of human blood
That flows across burning ground.

If you meet him one dark evening
And he plays on your sympathy
Don’t laugh or cry, but hurry on by
If you wish to stay forever free.

To a Soldier

In 33 BC, Jesus was asked questions by his disciples about the future of Jerusalem and of his second coming as their King. Looking far into the future, he said that, Nation would rise against Nation, and Kingdom against Kingdom and that this was to be a sign to look for.
The times of the Gentiles is a Jewish (Judean) time of having non-Jewish people rule in Jerusalem when they would be without a king to rule over them and they would be trampled over by foreign rule for a period of time, the time of the gentiles.
This time-period lasted for over two thousand years and ends with nation rising against nation. Without going into detail, it’s not hard to see that 2,000 years after Jesus died there was such an event – the 1st world war. The First World War involved great armies from many countries, a new wave of invention in military equipment and great loss of life. The soldiers in the war perhaps didn’t know about this prophecy, and that they were taking part in the “beginning of the end of the system of things”.
He mentions that there would be war, death and plague and the gathering of disciples then the end would come. The 1st world war began as a kind of joke among the generals, but after asking volunteers to join the fight, it lasted for so long and so many people were dying that civilians were conscripted into the army to help win the war.
The Beginning of the End is described also in the book of Revelation as the four horsemen of the apocalypse, the four horsemen ride and then the war comes to an end and a new event takes place the gathering of Jesus’s disciples. This event where the news of Gods kingdom is given to the world is significant because Jesus says that if it were not for this preaching of the kingdom from door to door, the end of the system would have taken place with the end of the 1st world war and God’s Kingdom would have happened straight away. Instead, people were given a second chance to learn and know about Jesus’s prophecy of the Time of the End and the start of his second coming by hearing about from the bible.
Armageddon is the end of the human system, the world that we now live in. Revelation describes how the close disciples of Jesus go to God’s world and when every one of them has been taken from the earth how the angels begin to sound the seven trumpets that lead to the end of the human system of politics and human war. This is why soldiers (and everyone else who love God) leave their careers in the military and work in a peaceful way. Because as the many armies of the human nations get stronger and the technological weapons get deadlier, it is only going to go one way.