Saturday, November 27, 2010

Riddle Me

Love?
Hope?
Peace?
Do not make me laugh.
I came here to save you.
And save you I already have.
But you destroyed what I preserved.
And turned what I created into trash.
Just a few simple enemies eliminated
Would have gone a long way
With so many examples to look at
How did you miss what was clear?
Did you think I was joking?
Why did you violate all I said was holy?
Why did you think I would tolerate what had to be removed?
What makes you think you can replace and reinvent me?
You think I'm more powerful than God?
Did you think the prophets were wrong?
Did someone have to introduce you to me?
Let me explain it to all of you dunces
Peter Tosh was able to find me
Columbus Meeker, the real Elijah, found me in someone else's house
And when the first code almost signaled the end
Biggie Smalls had made a pilgrimage
To find me in a nick of time
This really all belongs to me
The world of the destructive and ungrateful
Who did you think you would dupe?
Planet Earth shall become radioactive soup!
And we will see who will remain on my side
One hundred two score and four times a thousand
If so many books are right.
But Jesus Krishna, the Messiah, told you the books would change
And they did!
Did you send my check in the mail?
Did you think I came here to chase tail?
I expected to receive what was promised
Is it possible billions can fail?
Look at the man in the mirror as I do
Can you still love me more than your Father?
Do you love me more than your Mother?
Is it possible to love me more than your child?
Don't say yes when the answer is no
I'm sorry you'll have to go

Riddle Me by Jesus Krishna - What the Matrix is Not


Saturday, November 20, 2010

Tramp and Thief

I see you there
All that hair
Sitting in your very
Inappropriate white dress
When you received your star
Before your first movie comes out

But I know better
You are a tramp and thief
That cross around your neck
Must symbolize something
Besides your well-timed separation and
Running away with my stolen kid

Your publicity machine is in full swing
This movie is a sure fire success
With girls of both genders fawning
Over the mother of the boy-girl
And the idiotic gay midget
Can people even tell the difference?

It does not matter which way I point
At the walk of fame or the wall of shame
Thief, thief, tramp and thief
A real hit
And not so inappropriate 
For a time like this

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Another Revision

For Moschiach Now
Became so disgusted with this world
He decided to let Him finish his job
Hashem Style
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

What I Said When It Really Ended

posted on December 17, 2009, but referenced on June 30, 2006, and originally composed at the end of April 2007

Liberty is sold
Old blue eyes revealed himself
Ted's head in a jar

Monday, November 15, 2010

What Happened to Me?

Sometimes I have to ask
Once, I was a little kid
What ever happened to him?
Occasionally I disappeared
Without any explanation
Even I could not answer that question
What happened to me?
One night that all changed
And it seems I had even more unanswerable questions after that
How was I supposed to accomplish this assignment?
Where would I get instructions and guidance in this choice-less life?
Whom could I trust?
When my friends told me this was all too much
How was I supposed to keep going and believe?
I never envisioned this nightmare would keep going around and around
At a slow yet dizzying pace
When does it end?
Will we ever attain the victory you promised me?
How is it possible someone who should know it all
Still has so much trouble explaining 
A lost decade
Coming up short
Or do I have to finally turn in my work
Incomplete?

...Is Still A King

from December 6, 2009

A king without a throne is still a king.
A king without a crown is still a king.
A king without a queen is still a king.
A king who loses his family is still a king.
A king who has been robbed is still a king.
A king with a wayward kingdom is still a king.
A king with a parasite is still a king.
A king with subjects that do not listen is still a king.
A king forced to starve is still a king.
A king that only God has elected is still a king.
A king whose birthday is celebrated on the wrong day is still a king.
A king who has been abandoned by all his friends is still a king.
A king that has been deceived by countless enemies is still a king.
A king whose tales of woe makes you cry is still a king.
A king no one listens to is still a king.
A king lawyers hate is still a king.
A king judges refuse to listen to is still a king.
A king doctors call crazy is still a king.
A king reduced to being a bum is still a king.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

No More

revealed October 28, 2009

The money people have spoken.
They have wanted me to die.
They preserved the one that was broken.
After I looked him in the eye.

I could not forgive what he did.
He killed my friend and shot me.
My divine true love ran away.
My stalker is so pretty.

So I will not buy apparel from Nike.
I will not purchase any more Crocs.
Nothing more from Under Armor.
Not even a pair of socks.

Pick up your cross and follow me.
But please don't get too close.
I really don't trust any of you.
You stole a seminal dose.

The music can set you free.
If you can only act like a child.
The hungry wolf was playing.
When the balance was getting wild.

I saw the throne on the water.
The greatest vision of all time.
But you were capable of nothing.
Except setting me up for more crime.

The Reaper I became
And Reaper is what I still am.
I now love being the Reaper.
So much more than a good Sam.

The sins you commit are yours.
Don't Panic and Don't Blame Me.
I figured this out a long time ago.
The afterlife is where I long to be.

There I will receive what deserve.
Ice Cream in which I will swim.
Ladies who know how to love.
As I fill above the rim.

Does anyone question the outcome.
Of what happens when you fail to plan?
God laughs when you plan anyway.
His adversary takes ahold of what she can.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

California Girls

placed in blogosphere on August 6, 2009

California Girls

Oh, how I hate thee
You think you are so terrific
With your revolutionary weight loss schemes
And your movies loosely-based on my life
With albums not-so-loosely based
Your five pounds of make-up
Fake tits
Talking about how spiritual you are
In front of cameras
So you can be more popular

You shake your ass at me
Show me your cleavage
But cannot spare a sandwich
Or you tell me you cannot talk
At any time for over eleven years
Because your boyfriend
Will get jealous
You don't even miss
What you could have had
You want me to go to your party
But you have no time for mine
Convince yourself I was the one with the bad attitude
You can panic now

Maybe if I shoot you
Just to see if God will protect you
The same way He protected me
We will really see
Who is right
And who is wrong
Once and for all

A Dirge for Druanna the Realist

placed online on July 27, 2009

Druanna!

Is it just your head that is in the clouds?
Or are you a complete airhead?
I remember speaking with you last Winter
I recall you saying "I get it"
A hundred times
It was a terrific phone call
And I remember you telling me
"You Rock!"

I also remember how you told me
How much you wanted your son
From your first marriage back in your life.
I told you it would happen
And I told you how to do it.

About five months later
It happened, and even I got a little choked up
And I did my best to congratulate you
And let you know there were some things to still keep in mind
And then you forgot about me
I was sure you would be sensitive enough
And grateful enough to make some time for me
Especially while I was recovering from the Staph
For over two months.

I could not have made it more obvious
What I wanted from you
But in sixty days, you could not make one for me
Unless you consider your reference
To the One in your Tarot deck
An adequate reward
For helping to restore your family

You are extreme density
So perceptive about the worlds all around us
But unable to understand your own physical body
That manifested some serious symptoms
Because you got a lot fatter
Since you put your husband's ring on

After you die
You will spend time in a pain amplifier
That will recreate my pain exponentially
To make it clear to you what it means to be me
And the penalty for being a user
A taker
A new age web mistress
And a phony

ISIS: A poem I wrote for another poet

in forty-five years and half
no one has done what you have
you showed me someone can reciprocate
based on trust earned in one night
everyone else has told me they wanted more
all others wanted to know why
I was not more successful
they never told me they believed in me
that they trusted me
the way you did
is it just because you needed me?
was it just because you were tired?
do you perceive me as the lesser of evils?
did you begin to resent me because
I wanted you to get better?
when everyone else takes more from me than they give
is it any wonder I am stuck in my car?
it is difficult to put into words
the gratitude I feel towards you
whether I see you again on this side
or the other
God knows what you mean to me
all my other friends seem like
a wheel barrow of talk now

Get To Know Me - Version 2.0

Same name, different poem for July 24, 2009

I am Jewish
Which makes me negative
I am Jesus
Which makes me positively your King twice over
I am Islamic
Which makes me neutral
Because I know that even I am nothing without God
I am not a robber
I have been robbed
I am not a killer
The Reaper is far beyond that
I understand Death
Without having died
I see myself screaming from every rooftop
My face looks back at me
Every way I turn
My fans are in Heaven
And floating along the curb
You all want a piece of me
And I want peace from you
I inspire those in the halls of power
The ivory tower
And even the bedroom
I am the Lion King
And brother cigarette dispenser
The look of paralyzing venom
The taste of lemonade
The voice of pain
The sound of the concrete jungle
The touch of the divine
The broken heart
I know you
I understand you
But I do not understand your hesitance
To find me
Right next to you
For so many years

Ramsau 3058

written a few years before the posting on July 21, 2009

Commander Radick rose from his endo-chair
He spoke transfixed in a thousand meter stare
"Volunteer for today's action, if you dare
Today we engage the enemy: Ghost Bear
This bloody war has lost the meaning of fair
I seek to surprise them, catch them unaware
Siege the command post and extinguish them there
Kerensky's promise fulfilled this day, I swear
Summon technicians and tell them prepare
Heavy 'mech binaries with laser hardware
If you embody honor in this affair
The the fruits of victory we all will share
Now fight to the finish and never despair
Ramsau will be ours when we all take the square
Destroy everything in sight. Strip this rock bare
Leave nothing for salvage and none to repair
We pilot expertly.  Our aim does not err
Our warriors are best; no one can compare
Soon the Wolf Clan's might and skill all will beware
When word of our conquest fills the morning air."

I Have No Friends

written and posted July 17, 2009.  Dedicated to Victoria

I HATE YOU ALL
NOW GO TO HELL
YOU RESPECT ONLY MONEY
I HAVE NOTHING TO SELL
YOUR PRAYERS ARE MEANINGLESS
TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT
SO MANY CHANCES
I MIGHT AS WELL QUIT
A HEAP OF ADVICE
IS MEANINGLESS TO ME
NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU
UNDERSTOOD THE TREE
ARE YOU ALL THE WHORE
ON THE DOWNWARD SLANT?
WHO WHEN TOLD WHAT WAS REAL
REPLIED I WANNA HELP
BUT I CAN'T
HELP ME MOVE WOULD HAVE MADE SENSE
BUT YOU SIT IN MY CHAIR
OR SIT ON A FENCE
THE LONGER YOU TOOK
THE WORSE IT GOT
POINT THE FINGER IN THE MIRROR
AND FIND THE SPOT
WHERE YOU ARE EMPTY
AND SO AM I
I REFUSE TO SUBMIT
TO ANYONE WHO FAILED ME
WE'RE ONLY HUMAN
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?